“Thomas said he liked me because I seemed down-to-earth and didn't throw myself at men. We had something in common. I didn't let Martin know why I appeared so cool to the opposite sex and let him believe I was a perfect lady.
“We dated for several months after that and Thomas never tried to get fresh with me. This didn't disappoint me because it proved that he wasn't another lecher. Thomas didn't give me an exciting life but he did give me a secure and safe one. It was as if I were back with my father again.
“I was thirty and Thomas was forty-two when we married, each for the first time. After having had so many rough-and-tumble lovers I could see that my new husband was somewhat undersexed.
Thomas was only forty-two and in good health but he simply wasn't interested much in passion. What he wanted more than anything else was companionship. I provided him with this just as I had provided it for my father. He had been my best friend and now my husband was in that role.
“After six months of marriage Thomas rationed out his sexual overtures to once every second week. Even then he performed intercourse as if it were a painful duty. As soon as he had an orgasm he would pull his penis out of my vagina and then go to sleep.
“Yes, Thomas didn't give me the sex I needed but I still loved him. All those other men had given me sex but none had ever loved me. Thomas loved me and this meant more than erotic gratification.
“It wasn't until the third year of our marriage that I felt the urge to have sex with another man. My husband worked mainly with post-graduate students; young men in their twenties. These fellows dropped by to see their teacher all the time so I had temptation staring me in the face. Most of these fellows were unmarried because they were only beginning their careers. They made me think of those bar flies who were always on the look-out for willing females. I was almost a decade older than most of these students but I found myself getting increasingly interested in them. They assumed that my interest was a professional one since, after all, I was the professor's wife.
“I tried to stop myself from being drawn into an adulterous relationship with one of my husband's students by attempting to get him to become more passionate. At night I would take his penis in my hand and play with it even though it wasn't our time of the month for sex. I would rub my pubic patch up against his legs at the same time but Thomas would always say something like: 'I'm too tired, dear.' Thomas was usually 'too tired.'
“The next day after one such night of frustrated love a young fellow named Dick came to see my husband. Thomas was delayed at school for some reason so I told the young man to make himself comfortable. I made both of us drinks and I kept staring at him. He was a very handsome boy with red hair and blue eyes. 'You must have a lot of girl friends,' I said bringing up the subject of sex quickly.
“'I'm too busy for girls,' he smiled and actually blushed. So few young men blush these days.
“The telephone rang at that point. Thomas called to say that he was going to be a couple of hours late. I didn't mention that Dick was waiting for him. I didn't want him to hurry home on the boy's account. I wanted Dick to myself.
“When I told the cute lad about my husband's call he said that he would come back some other day. I just couldn't bear to see him walk out of the house so I made him another drink. After a third drink we were both a little drunk. I rubbed up against the handsome young stud and groped at his crotch. When I did he finally realized just why I was detaining him and he pressed his lips against mine. I clutched at his firm young body. Dick started to unzip my dress and this made me pull away from him. 'No,' I breathed.
“The fellow looked annoyed. 'No?' he repeated. 'Isn't that what you wanted?'
“Dick reminded me of those fellows I used to pick up at bars, all right. Somehow I felt he, like them, would treat me as just another object. I remembered my promise not to have sex with these good looking studs anymore. I didn't want to be taken for a fool again no matter how much I wanted sex.
“'I guess I'll leave,' Dick told me, still burning over my rejection.
“I groped at his crotch and held him. 'Stay here,' I all but whispered.
“The student looked confused until I zipped his fly open. He was in a state of erection. My hands slipped over his iron-hard pole of sex. After all those limp nights with my husband it was good to grab a powerfully virile young man again. I wanted sex and yet I didn't want to commit adultery. There seemed to be only one solution. I went down on my knees…
“'A blow job?' I heard Dick say in wonder. 'Is that what you want to give me?'
“He was crude but correct. I licked the shiny, scarlet head of his stiff penis and then opened my mouth. The long bulk of his sex organ filled me and I bobbed my head up and down along his uplifted manhood.
“The young man stood in front of me with his pants and shorts down about his knees and his prick deep in my mouth. I kept fellating until the young man patted my head. 'I'm going to shoot my load,' he said as if by way of warning.
“I suppose he wanted to give me the choice of pulling my mouth away from him or not. Even in the midst of this oral passion he was being considerate. Maybe he wasn't so much like those bar flies, after all.
“I pushed my mouth all the way down his stiff tool and sucked. Dick climaxed. His flow was very strong and I kept swallowing down his hot and salty fluid. How very virile the lad was! Although I loved my middle-aged husband he just could not provide me with all the sex I craved for. Well, at least I was not committing adultery… not really. Mouthing wasn't fornicating.
“Dick's sex organ grew soft in my mouth and I stood up. I couldn't face him but he embraced me hard and, vital male that he was, he tried to take off my dress once more. Again I had to push him away. He smiled wickedly. 'You just like to go down, right?' he wanted to know.
“The student was patronizing me but I could hardly blame him. How many faculty wives perform acts of sex perversion on campus studs? I implored Dick not to spread the word about me. After all, there was my husband's reputation to think of as well as my own.
“Can I see you again?” he asked by way of answer.
“I then understood what he wanted. He wanted me to perform more oral acts upon him in the future. I was being blackmailed but I didn't care. I wanted to mouth Dick's virile manhood again.
“The student came back the following day, not to see my husband, but to see me. He thought I was a bit odd for only wanting oral sex, yet he didn't try to push any other kind upon me. We both stripped and went to bed. I licked his smooth, hard body and sucked his penis into spewing action once more.
“Dick returned time and time again until he grew tired of my weird sexual demands. On his last visit he told me that he wasn't going to come back until I screwed him in the regular way. 'Hell,' he complained, 'I know girls who do everything but French. You do it the other way around.'
“'Each to his and her own taste,' I replied lightly.
“'Well, getting Frenched all the time isn't my taste,' Dick said. 'I can get as much from a fag.'
“As much as I liked the strong and handsome boy, I couldn't give him my vagina. He had to be satisfied with my mouth or nothing. Eventually he picked nothing and didn't bother coming back.
“There was more than one stud on the campus and I knew I would never be lonely. I could've had teenaged lads, but I drew the line at child molestation. There were plenty of adult students in the post-graduate classes for me to play around with.
“I didn't even have to go looking for young men… they came to the house. At first they came to see Thomas, but soon I had them looking for me. When I started with Dick, I had to get high on alcohol, but I no longer needed to be braced up in such a fashion as I went down from stud to stud. The more men I had, the less guilty I became about sex.