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Events of Father’s Day and Juneteenth holiday up to Tuesday of last week.

I woke up the morning after the wedding alone. Lexi had never come back to our room. I was not shocked. I had some time so I was looking on their wedding registry to send them a gift late. Lexi had said Nancy sent something but that did not include me. It was all generic household crap. I wanted to send something personal and memorable. I wondered about Jason and then his dad and I had a great idea if not a little cruel. I sent them a gift card from a sex shop featuring marital aids. That girl was gonna need some toys to enhance her sex life I wondered. Ok that was a little harsh. But it made me giggle.

Lexi came in shortly after looking like a complete ragdoll. I said “Whore.” She said “Listen it’s not my fault I didn’t know.” I said “You fucked him all night after you knew.” She said “Fine. I don’t care. We were discreet.” I said, “If his room shared a wall with anyone in the family, everyone knows now. You’re a screamer.” She sat on the bed and said “Where were you? I didn’t see you come back to the party.” I said “I just turned in, I had enough.” She said “Boring. I prefer when you are as big of a whore as I am. I need a shower.” I said “Yes you do…you smell like a sewer, go.” She took her clothes off and went to pick up her bra and panties she had left when she ran out of here last night. She stopped and said “Huh…. look at that.” She held up a bright blue untied bowtie that was among the scattered clothes. I had not noticed it. She looked at me and said “Just turned in huh. Let’s see, who had a bright blue bowtie to match his wife’s dress….. Umm I’m pretty sure that was Mr. H. Whore!!”. I said “Fine….we’re both whores. Feel better?” and snatched it from her. She said “Yeah I do bitch. Unreal. At least mine was unintentional.” I said “Well I didn’t do it for revenge, I just wanted that daddy dick.” She knuckle bumped me and said “We have our needs right.”

We got ready and went down for coffee again in the little cafe with our bags. Ready to hit the road. As luck would have it Mr. and Mrs. H. were there. We said pleasantries and she said “I’m glad we ran into you, I did not get to say goodbye last night and thanks for coming.” I said “Oh yeah sorry. Lexi and I turned in early.” I hoped she had not seen something that would contradict that. But she simply hugged us and said “Well that’s nice. I get it. And I’m so sorry about your mother, dear, how is your father doing?” I said he was well and I was gonna see him today of course. Father’s Day. We said our goodbyes and took our drinks to go. I texted Mr. H. from the corridor telling him to go to the bathrooms where I waited. He soon came out and I said “Your bowtie” and passed it to him keeping an eye out for anyone. Then we hustled off.

We got in the car and took off. I was driving. Lexi soon took notice and said “Hey where are you going” when I did not turn south for home. I said “My turn for a surprise. You’re going home too. For Father’s Day.” She said “The fuck I am, and he is not my father. Just drop me off first.” I said “He is the closest thing you have and he loves you. Imagine what it would mean to him now.” She said “I don’t have anything for him. That’s just cruel. I’ll get an uber let me out.” I said “Yeah you do actually. I bought something for him. From you. He’ll love it.” She said “Great. Well I missed Mother’s Day too you know. Nancy will be pissed.” I said “Actually you sent flowers and a little note, the flower shop included a card.” “What did it say?” I said “Something like ‘To my XX chromosome non-biological parental unit…. from the adopted constant thorn in your side.” She said “You did not.” I laughed. I said “It said Happy Mother’s Day! Lexi.” She said “Well that’s ok. I guess. What did I get Bruce?” I said “A customized poker chip set. His current chips are worn. They say ‘South Beach Poker Club’ and have all the denominations he needs.” She said “Wow…thoughtful of you.” I said “No. Of you” and winked.

I said “You gotta let go too babe. As I told Jason hate eat’s you up. It does not affect the person it is aimed at. The biggest thing you can do is show Nancy you are fine. The opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference. Being angry means you still have feelings you are just mad. So I know you care.” She said “Who is the therapist now?” I said “We help each other babe. Just shining my light in your dark corners.” She said “I hate you bitch.” I said “No you don’t.”

We rode in silence. Then I heard some sniffles. I said “You ok?” She said “yeah… just emotional. So much change and…. unknowns. Almost graduating and I don’t know what the fuck I’m gonna do. And then you…” I said “Me?” She said “Yeah stupid. I love you. I can’t lose you.” I said “You are not going to lose me.” She said “You don’t know that. Your prof. Who knows.” I said “You feel threatened?” She said “Well yeah. Never seen you like this. Except your dad and I mean that was different. He would never put himself first and cut me out. I don’t know your prof though. If it came down to it, you would choose him. And I can’t lose you. I have no one else.” I said “You are not going to lose me babe. Promise.” Except I was not really sure if I could pull that off.

I dropped her at her house with the gift all wrapped up. And a card she signed in the car. They were expecting her. I told Bruce I was bringing her home. We kissed and I said I would pick her up tomorrow morning sometime. I went home and hugged daddy and gave him his card and gift, just a nice new barbecue set of fancy utensils and accessories. His grill stuff was looking worn the last time I was home. I was not cooking tonight. Christie was there and we all went to dinner. It was great. I avoided too many details with her because she was too intuitive about stuff. But I gave updates on the prof, the wedding, Alex, Helen, Lexi, the kids etc. without salacious details. The only thing that really happened was daddy said he was going down to Mexico City in a few weeks to visit the family and he wanted me to come. Christie was going too. They were driving to visit the place where mom died and mark it with a cross and leave flowers. He said it was time for some closure. He had guilt over her death because she went alone and he blamed himself I know. I think he needed to face her family. I said I could not possibly get away that long. But I wondered it was essential for daddy to get closure with the family, maybe approval of Christie, etc. dad said he really wished I would come and to try to discover a way. It was my family.

Prof called that night and I talked to him. He said he would be back tomorrow by noon and he wanted to see me. It was a college holiday, Juneteenth. I said I would be back in the afternoon. He said he just wanted to talk. Uh oh. Maybe I can distract him with sex. I’m not ready to talk especially after I just fucked someone else that weekend. I changed the subject and mentioned daddy and Mexico City. Mistake. Prof seemed even more intent about me going than daddy was. He told me to put my daddy on the phone. I asked why and he said “Trust me child.” I said “Hey…” “Sorry… you prefer little bird?” I said “For now.” It felt like he was fathering me though. I put daddy on and they talked about the dates, etc. dad wanted to go in two weeks. July 4th weekend. I would have an extra day off that way. Daddy gave the phone back to me and Prof said “I can get us tickets for that weekend, I have a lot of miles.” I said “Ummm us? Who invited you exactly?” Again making decisions for me. He said “I am sorry E. I meant if you would like I can get us tickets. I would love to go with you and meet your family. I have not been back to Mexico City in years due to pandemic. And it sounds like it is important to your father. Forgive me and allow me to do this for both of you.” Ugh. It’s bad enough when daddy makes decisions for me…. But I also felt like I need to do this, with daddy and for daddy. It was Father’s Day after all and his request really. I agreed. We said goodbyes and he said “Hey I’m sorry. I got excited about it and well…. I missed you this weekend.” Don’t be sweet now. Grrrr. I said “Ok. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Bye.”

Daddy went to bed early. I was sitting out in the living room with Christie. I said “Not visiting your family this weekend?” She said “Well, no, my father is deceased actually.” I said “Oh no, I’m so sorry. I know how that feels….as you know.” She said “Oh no. It’s nothing like that. I mean he was abusive. Beat my mother and….well she killed him so…..she served 10 years in prison. Worth it though. Her words. But yeah I have a fucked up family. I was 10 when she went away. Sent to my grandparents. I have an older sister who is really messed up by it. Drugs all that.” I said “Still I’m sorry. That’s a lot to go through as a kid.” She said “Yeah. I’m dealing I think…. therapy. I used to drown my sorrows in a bottle but I’ve been sober for 4 years.” I was surprised I said “Isn’t bartending hard? I mean like temptation.” She said “Nope. Every day drunks remind me why I don’t drink any more. And I go to meetings regularly. Your dad is very supportive and doesn’t drink around me either.” He had tea at dinner I now realized. And there was no beer in the house I noticed. She said “I admire your family. So much love. It’s nice to just be a part of it. And I can’t wait to meet the extended family. I don’t have a big family. Your mom had a lot of siblings right?” I said “Yeah, she was 2nd oldest of 11 children. I barely know them though. She sacrificed so much to come here. For me, for dad, to have a family. Even if it was small it was hers. She could not have children after me.” She said “Well she got a gem if she was only going to have one. She had a lot of love to give it seems and I know he will always love her first because of that. I respect that. I don’t need much of it. Just a little.” I said “Are you in love?” She said “Yes. Are you?” I was not sure if she meant daddy or prof but I assumed the latter. I said “I’m cautious with my feelings.” She said “Are you? I mean you seem to have a lot of people you love. You’ve created an extended family here I think. Whether you realize it or not. And you seem to have a lot of love for all of them.” I said “That kind of love, yes, but romantic love…to be determined. I’m not going to fall easily this time.” She said “You’ve had romantic love modeled for you your entire life. You will know it when it is real.” That was sweet. I hoped it was true.

Driving back with Lexi on Monday she said it was a nice time at home. They had dinner too and Bruce loved his gift. She said she credited me for the idea to him privately and he smiled. I was telling her my plans which included nannying and classes. And that prof wanted to talk today. She said “Yeah great. Now what am I going to do? No classes, no job.” I said “Well you can tag team nannying with me if you want. I’ll split the money with you.” She said “We can share fucking Alex too” while laughing. I said “Well…about that.” She looked at me. I said “I’m going to be giving that up. Probably soon. This weekend was likely my last fling too. If you want, I think Alex would love to fuck you. And I mean…. he has a big dick, he likes anal, he’s in shape, had a vasectomy, nice looking guy, maybe not your type exactly. It is just sex you know and you would be free to date and/or sleep with anyone else with protection. It is really uncomplicated sex especially now that Helen is ok with it. I mean she has these rules and she would have to approve of you, but I can’t imagine she would balk at you. You are a known quantity through me of course. So I mean I’ll talk to them both if you want.” Her jaw was on the floor. She said “Are you whoring me out to your sugar daddy? Like I’m the backup?” I said “Well no. It’s up to you. But Helen will want to pay you, it helps her comfort level. If you don’t like that then use it to spoil Alex or donate it to charity or something. You know you would love to have a regular fuck buddy. It’s that with benefits.” She sat there for a second and said “Huh. I mean… honestly you had me at big dick and anal. But the rules? It seems complicated.” I said “It will be interesting. But you know me I want to share people I care for and….it is like a throuple thing in a way except nothing with Helen she is not bi at all. I’ll help you with boundaries…” She said “So is it a tryout for the throuple thing?” I said “Well no. Not exactly. I mean different scenarios but I guess both involve balancing the needs of two people.” She said “So you want to see if I can play by the rules? Not my strength that’s for sure.” I said “Babe. You can stop any time you want. I just want Helen and Alex happy too and I thought it could work for everyone. If not I’ll work with them to find someone else for him.” She said “Well … we can try it. If he is interested I guess and she approves. How will that work?” I said “It would be up to Alex, he would get approval from Helen and then ask you?” She said “So we just fuck? Or we date?” I said “Up to you and him.” She wondered a second and said “Well you know me.” I do. That’s why I think it will work.

When I got home and got settled I texted Prof and said I was available and could come over. He said that would be great. When I got there he greeted me warmly, hugging me and giving me a kiss. He reiterated that he missed me. I said I missed him too. It was true. I may have been busy and doing naughty things but I wondered about him a lot. He was ever present now in my mind it seemed. He asked me to sit and I was highly curious. He said the last few weeks were very enlightening for him and he was pleasantly surprised that I was much more than just a young girl in lust. I was both honored and miffed. Still not sure where this was heading. He continued saying he had dated a few women the last couple of years in Texas but never more than a date or two and he knew it was not gonna work out. He never had sex with any of them it did not get that far.

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>Prof:“I went home this weekend and well I should tell you I was planning on moving back to Mexico by the end of June. To spend some time with my family there before I went to Spain in the fall. Nothing I am doing throughout the summer requires me to be here so I could do it from there. They of course know of my romantic failures and want me to meet someone more conservative from Mérida. But I went this weekend to let them know that I would not be moving back. They were very disappointed…. until I told them about you. The first few dates I already knew. I mean I’m going to try not to move too fast here but you…. have surprised and intrigued me….I never even considered someone so young. But just getting to know you, talking to you, meeting your friends, your cooking, seeing you with kids, you just surprise me at every turn. I’m not even talking about sexually…which is amazing too. I want you to understand if I am timid or seem unsure it is not a lack of interest or enthusiasm.”

He paused and then said “You just have no idea. I am just learning, be patient. I know I am much older but I am not experienced. Sorry I don’t mean that as an insult. Let me explain.” I gave him the advantage of the doubt and did not get mad. Plus he had just told me that he changed his life plan for me at least for the next few months. I sat closer holding his hand and said “Ok, tell me.” He obviously wanted to get something off his chest.

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>Prof:“In Mexico growing up I had only been with a few women. One before university and four or five while at UNAM in Mexico City for my undergrad. But none were very long relationships. I worked for 2 years before deciding to continue my studies. During that time I worked so much I did not have time for a relationship. Then I came to the states in 2008 to work on my Masters degree right after my 24th birthday. I was in NYC at NYU. I met a woman in NYC in 2009 I was 25 and she was 21, your age when I met you. She was an undergrad studying at Fordham, a Catholic college. For a year or so we dated very casually. Never more than a kiss. I assumed she was a good Catholic girl and so as we dated and started getting intimate she would all the time stop me. I respected her and so I did not push it. I figured she was conservative and waiting for marriage. By 2010 I finished my Masters and she finished her undergrad degree. I asked her to marry me then and she agreed but put off the wedding for 2 full years. She said she just wanted us done with college. By 2012 I pushed her on it. She had finished her Masters. I was still 2 years away from finishing my Ph. D. but I was not eager to wait. So we got married that year. But we did not consummate the marriage for over a year. She was uncomfortable and had many excuses. She was working and I was busy as well. But I finally insisted. And when we did she cried. She said it was very painful. I assumed it was a virginity thing. But then she was very reluctant and broke down whenever I tried. I suggested toys and other things, erotic massage, etc. She rejected it all.

I interrupted and said “It sounds to me like she was sexually molested or even raped..” He said “Well yes, she admitted she had been molested by an uncle. She said he had at least fingered her but I suspect it was more.” I said “I was originally a psych major and took classes in human sexuality. Very common response and so sad. It must have been traumatic.”

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>Prof:
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>“Over the next 2 years we barely had sex. I was trying to be patient. She even agreed to some oral finally but minimally. She said it was gross. I insisted on therapy and we tried that as well. But over the next 5 years it really did not improve, We had sex maybe 8 times in that period. And I never cheated on her. I was committed and Catholic and felt it was God’s challenge for me. I saw a priest about it as well and prayed constantly for her. Then pandemic hit and we were left alone together all the time. That did not help anything. In fact it made it worse. We were not intimate and it was a huge issue. Finally one day she packed her bags and said she was leaving. She admitted to me that she had been having a lesbian affair for years. Besides the molestation she had also been living a lie. She said she knew she was lesbian in college but had buried it and married out of expectations from her family and church. But within a year she had secretly begun seeing a woman. But that relationship ended and it turns out our move to NC was her leaving that behind. She soon met another woman and started another affair. She left me to move in with her in 2020 during lockdown. I was devastated and felt betrayed and my patience and commitment were for nothing. I filed for divorce immediately and we had no real assets so it was final within 6 months.. I also filed for an annulment in the Catholic church based on her betrayal and lies throughout the marriage. It was granted earlier this year, meaning I can once again marry in the Catholic church.”
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>“I should also explain why I am here. I had finished my Ph. D. in 2014. Started as an adjunct professor at a small college in NY. By 2016 we moved to North Carolina for her to start her Ph. D. and I started over at that university. The clock to get tenure basically started over. And then when that all happened in 2020 I could not stay there. We moved there because it was near her family. And she would likely stay at that university after her Ph. D. So I moved to Texas in 2020 on a 2 year contract as a guest lecturer. Nobody was hiring full time faculty then so it was what I could get. But now I am thinking it was my luck, finally, in meeting you. And thankfully you are so persistent. But anyway, you see how inexperienced I am. So if I am timid I just want you to understand why. I’m not holding back I am just coming out of my shell.”

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I said “I am so sorry that was your experience. How terrible. I must admit to feeling you were holding back at times. It is a relief to know it is not about me. And if I can help you out of your shell I will. I think you’ll find I am very … ummm… open as we get to know each other. And hopefully that will rub off on you.” He said “It is refreshing to just be with someone enjoying sex the way I thought it should be. You are so free and I just … I could not wait to get back here with you. I mean in every way.” I felt even more guilty about my last week or so now. But I also felt like he was definitely making up for lost time. Poor guy. Fucking a married man was all the time for me a kindness of sorts. I feel like if they are not getting enough I can help them out and of course it fulfills my needs. And I never wanted to steal anyone’s man. But he was not getting anything. Sex like 10 times in an 8 year marriage and not cheating. The man is a saint. It was not even good sex and his other encounters have been limited. So if needed to make up for lost time or take out his aggression by pounding on my cervix repeatedly, well…. Bring it on professor.

I climbed in his lap and straddled him, kissing. I said “I missed you too, and I want you to know I’m here for you. Do you want to make love to me now?” He said “Mmmm. Yes I do.” I said “So take me to bed professor.” He stood lifting me and carried me to the bedroom. We each ripped our own clothes off. As I climbed in the bed I reached up to the drapes wrapped around the large wooden posts. He said “Oh careful. Don’t pull those please.” He acted like they were fragile. Ok sorry. I wondered it would be fun to close the drapes in a little harem but I guess not. Let’s not derail I wondered and so I just moved to suck his cock. I was beside him and he stroked my ass. I swung around so he could play with my pussy too. Then I took the initiative and just swung my leg over his head so we could 69. Of course I immediately wondered, I just did this with Mr. H you whore. Time to change my methods but the only way that was happening is if professor was ready to fuck me daily. Multiple times even. Hope you are ready baby. I’m an insatiable little slut after all. I hoped he had a lot to give.

We 69ed for a long time. Then I turned and rode his cock. We kissed and I tasted my juices all over his face. I decided if I was the aggressor for now I would begin pushing some kinkier stuff. See what he liked. I doubt he even knew. I pulled off him and moved up straddling his face, he did not hesitate and licked my pussy eagerly, darting his tongue in my gaping hole and flicking my clit as I grinded on his scruffy chin. I said “Oh fuck yes, eat my pussy…… mmmm yes baby……” I was pinching my own tits and said “Keep going yeah….I’m gonna cum” and I built to a shuddering orgasm creaming his face and goatee. When I recovered I once again sucked his cock tasting us both. Then I turned to him and said “Fuck me professor, fuck me hard.” He wasted no time and put me on my knees pounding my cunt from behind. I was loving it and writhing wildly. He took the initiative a bit and pulled out moving to my mouth and he grabbed my hair and fucked my face hard. Then he pulled me up and flipped me over as he entered me and pushed my legs back behind my ears. He pushed down getting leverage and just railing my exposed pussy. I said “Oh fuck yes… that’s it. Fuck me hard. Pound that pussy.” He did. And then he pulled out and sprayed his hot cum all over me from my pubes to my chin. It was a enormous load he had saved up. I was drenched and we both collapsed panting heavily. He said “Every time with you is like a revelation. Something new. Thank you.” I laughed and said “Quit thanking me. It is good for me too you know. You seemed to let go a little more, I liked it. You don’t have to be gentle, I am not fragile.” That was the best way I could think of to say I like it rough. For now. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up and tasted his cum.

I went back jumping on him and then snuggled into his side. I said “You mentioned coming here in 2008 right after your 24th birthday(I was 8 but ignoring that) when is your birthday?” He said August 8.” I said “I thought so. You’re a Leo.” He said “Oh yes I am I suppose, what does that mean?” I replied “Well it means a lot actually…. mi león.” He now had a pet name. And I was gonna unleash the lion in him. It was there under the surface. He was a proud but reserved Leo. Just like my daddy. We kissed and I got dressed and left. I knew a lot more about who he was now. But I had said nothing of my sordid past. In time perhaps. Might be tougher than I wondered given his inexperience. I did not want to totally shock him. Yet.

But I also knew a Gemini+Leo pairing was very very good. I know many don’t believe in such things. But I see so much in peoples signs and it explains so much. Look up the compatibility if you care to. I won’t go into details. But they are considered almost an ideal pairing; their traits play off each other well and support each other. At the very least it is another positive sign for me.

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>If you are curious at all here are the b’days and signs of essential people in my life.
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>3/18 Christie – Pisces
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>Very intuitive and also a good pairing with Leo (daddy)
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>5/20 me – Gemini
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>5/20 is most often considered Taurus. However based on the year and time of birth it may actually be in the Sun sign of Gemini and for my birthdate and time it is Gemini.
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>6/1 Alex – Gemini
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>Just FYI Gemini-Gemini is not a good match. Alex and I would not be a couple. Sexually it is fiery often including role play and fetishes, but not good for an established relationship.
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>8/8 Prof – Leo
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>8/21 Daddy – Leo
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>Both of my most essential men are Leos. Nuff said.
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>9/15 Helen – Virgo
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>All the time very practical. And a dynamic ever changing relationship with Gemini’s (both me and Alex).
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>12/15 – Lexi – Sagittarius
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>Independent risk takers and adventurers. Gemini+Sagittarius are generally friends first and that makes their romantic and sexual compatibility last although it is low key and easy going. No pressure. Just like me and Lexi. Friends and lovers.

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After Profs reveal I felt I had to go talk to some people myself. I texted Helen and asked if I could come over after the kids were asleep. To talk. Alex and Helen and I sat outside so we were not overheard. I told them it was getting serious and I no longer felt like I could carry on as his lover, side piece, whatever. They shook their heads and smiled. Helen said they had already talked about it, knew it was coming, and that they were so happy for me. They said they would be fine and whatever happened next they would all the time cherish our time together. Helen said “You are part of the family now, and we can be girl friends without anything awkward.” She hugged me and I said “And I’m still your nanny. I love those kids.” She said “you better be my sex therapist too we’re going to need it.” I said “Well…. Along those lines. I do have an idea.” Helen laughed and said “I thought you might. Let me guess….. Lexi?” I said “Well… yes. Am I so transparent?” Alex said “Just little things. Glances, seating us together. Things you would say about her.” I said “So then you have thought about it. I mean not to be too blunt but I think it might be perfect. If you want a girl that is all about sex and nothing else that’s her. Love my girl.” Helen said “Well I certainly don’t have a reason to refuse her off the top of my head. But tell me how she will react to my rules?” I said “Well I had to go look them up to remember them all” we laughed. I said “She would definitely use protection, she always does. But if you were comfortable knowing she was safe she would be fine not using it later. I won’t lie she will definitely be very active with others. Myself included. She would not interfere with your family life, hell I will make sure of that. You do know her but only through me so your thing about no friends well she is really my friend not yours. It would definitely be just sex and she can be discreet. So she really meets all the criteria.” Helen said “Well it is up to you then Alex. I don’t object.” Alex said “I’ll think about it. Have you mentioned it to her?” I said “Yes…. she honestly had not thought about it. But she was intrigued. I have no doubt she would try it at least.” Helen said “You’ve mentioned her before like wanting a throuple, but with you, this is different though.” I said “Yeah it is, but it might work for similar reasons.” Alex said “What’s a throuple?” Helen patted his arm and said “Google it honey.” Alex jokingly said “So not a threesome then? With you and her…” Helen said “Men. No honey. Not that.” I scowled at him and said “You better be happy with what your wife so graciously allows… don’t be greedy.”

On Tuesday we jogged in the morning and I returned to nannying the kids. We just hung out at the house that day. I had enough running around the last few weeks and weekend. We swam and I wore a conservative suit I had purchased that fit me properly. J had two of his buddies over. I’m sure it was to let them get a peek at his masturbatory live-in fantasy. Poor guy. Or lucky. Depending on perspective. But it was a very relaxed day. I played board games too with the younger two especially. Early in the afternoon around the same time I all the time would hear from Alex he texted me and simply asked for Lexi’s number. I gave it to him. Well I guess he decided. I smiled. When Helen came home she said “Alex put that lock on J’s door” and actually gave me my underwear saying “I washed them for you.” She knew he had taken some earlier so I did not need to tell her I actually gave those to him. I had dinner prepared for them already; all Helen had to do was bake it. Her recipe.

Professor had asked earlier if he could see me and I said of course. I had a plan. I told him to come at 5:30 and I would have dinner for him. It was a tried and true formula I have tested before. I ran by the grocery to get a cooked rotisserie chicken, tortillas, fresh tomatoes, sour cream, salsa verde and cheese. I bought double. He was going into the office on campus most days, he said. For appearances partly but also to actually motivate him to do research he needed for his next publication. So he kind of came home (my home) from work. I greeted him dressed in only a flowered apron and heels and handed him a beer.. My direct way to a man’s heart; through his stomach and his cock. I returned to the kitchen and he sat down on the couch saying “¡Dios mío!” I smiled and kept preparing. It only took 10 minutes to prepare for the oven but I had waited for the effect. As I was cooking he told me about his day saying he was having trouble focusing. All he could think about was me. Awww. I said “Sorry I am such a distraction maybe I should be more reserved?” He said “No. Please don’t….I am enjoying this very much.” He casually said “Oh I talked to your father.” I stopped cold. WTF. He continued “I was trying to book the flights to coincide with their arrival and I also wanted to make sure he would not be offended…. If we uhhh shared a room.” Motherfucker. If he could see my face he would have known he screwed up. I stayed quiet and seethed. It was time to make my stance abundantly clear. I was actually plotting in my head and not listening any more as he said he had a good talk or whatever.

When he was done and the salsa verde casserole was ready for the oven I said “Well professor we have about 25 minutes if you can think of anything you would like to do in that time.” The bait was set on the hook. He said “Mmmm yes I can. I would very much like to take you to bed and have my way with you.” He took the bait. I said “Of course….but first, here.” I held my phone out to him and had my other hand on my hip. He said “What is this for? Naughty pictures?” I said “No. I assumed you would need to call my father first and ask him if you could fuck me? And see how he feels about you cumming down the throat of your little bird.” He stopped and sighed. He said “I see. I get your point. And I apologize.” I said “Stop treating me like a child. I am a woman if you have not noticed and I do not need my father’s permission. Asking him to date me was one thing. It was almost cute. But it’s not cute any more.” He said “Again I apologize. I see how you would take it badly. It was only out of respect for him.” I said “The only thing that is going to make me forgive you is if you drag me to that bedroom and fuck me properly. Like a man who knows what he wants and does not wait for permission. Stop apologizing and show me.”

He looked at me and hesitated. He grabbed my arm gently and I pulled it away. I set my phone down and said “Try again. You said you wanted to have your way with me…” He said “Ok. Come here.” He grabbed me forcefully and pulled me into him. He wrapped me up and kissed me. I parted my lips and we swirled tongues and then he grabbed my ass and said “I want to bend you over and fuck you.” I shrugged him off and he grabbed me harder. Then he said “Walk or I’ll carry you.” I remained stoic. He bent and grabbed me by the back of the legs and hoisted me over his shoulder. I was secretly smiling but he could not see my face any more. I kicked my legs in futile protest. He threw me on the bed, the apron askew now showing my pussy and one tit falling out. He said “Roll over” and grabbed my legs, twisting me. I rolled over and he untied the apron. I lay there and he stripped himself. Then I felt him climb on straddling me, his hard cock head soon pressing in between my thighs. He smacked my ass and said “Spread ‘em.” I reached back spreading my ass cheeks and thighs and he penetrated my pussy. It was soaking wet of course. He proceeded to pound me that way for a few minutes. It was wonderful. Then he got me on my knees and plowed me from behind until he came deep in my pussy as I stroked his balls. He pulled out and I got up. I said “I gotta finish dinner… but thank you. You are forgiven.” I kissed him and hurried to the kitchen cum running down my thighs.

I put on some rice and then went back and cleaned up donning his t-shirt. He was just lying in bed seemingly content. I returned to the kitchen and waited for the rice to cook and pulled out the casserole to sit and cool. I called him to dinner and he came out in boxer briefs only. We sat and enjoyed the meal, smiling at each other and teasing and giggling. He said “You will always keep me on my toes I think.” I said “Always professor? How presumptuous.” We kissed. After dinner he said “I’m going to go… I want to leave on a high note. If I mess this night up any more I would never forgive myself.” I said “Whatever do you mean? This night was perfect.” He just shook his head. He got dressed and we kissed at the door. He said “Goodnight my little bird.” I said “Goodnight my lion.” Then he left and I cleaned up the kitchen. Smiling.

NSFW: yes

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