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Wednesday night I had to do some actual college work so I did not see professor. Well he came over to meet me with my key around 4:00 but then I did not see him after that until Thursday night. He came over and we went to chick-fil-A for a quick bite. I had the cobb salad trying to be healthy. I noticed he was rather quiet. I mean quieter than typical. I wasn’t sure what was going on. We went back to my place and after we settled in I said “What’s the matter, you seem very distracted.” He said “Yeah I just wanted to tell you something. Or ask you something I guess.” I said “Ok?” He said “About Lexi.” I said “Oh…ok what’s up? Did she piss you off or something, she can be abrasive at times.” He said “Oh no. Nothing like that. But…” He hesitated. I was wondering if he was catching on to us of course and whether it was just time to fess up. Ugh. The waiting was the worst part. But then he said “Well. Yesterday. You remember when I came to get your key to get my phone?” I said “Yes.” He continued “Well before I did that I went by your apartment. Because I knew Lexi had a key and if she was there I was just going to have her let me in – after calling you of course. But it would save me a bit of a drive. When I got there I was just getting out of my car when I saw Alex.” He stopped. Oh shit I wondered. It had to have been like 9:30 am. What the hell. He said “And he went right up to her apartment door, knocked and she let him in. I thought…ok maybe just dropping something off for Helen or something. I did not want to presume. But even the way she greeted him was way too familiar and …. Well he did not leave in the next few minutes. So that’s when I changed plans and instead went to get the key from you at Helen’s. So after I got the key I came back and your building is on the other side and I went and got my phone. But curiosity got the better of me and I went back to the other side and sat and waited. And about 15 minutes later he came out…. uhhh… straightening his tie, you know. Looking like he had been… well you know. And she was not wearing what she had been before. Just a t-shirt it looked like.” I was dead silent. What was I gonna say. Best to see what he had to say about it. I confirmed later with Lexi that she was leaving around noon on Wednesday and Alex had come by that morning for a bonus fuck before she left for a week plus. Couple of whores.

He continued “I thought, none of my business really. They are adults and they can do what they want. And I started to think I should tell you. But the more I thought about it the more I thought you had to be aware. And based on your reaction now I’d say that is confirmed. So I’m perplexed to say the least. You are friends with Helen. You have them over to your place as a couple for dinner. You watch their kids. And you and Lexi are so close. So you are obviously ok with it. And I’m just….confused. I don’t judge anyone but I feel like I need to understand this.” Well shit. This was unexpected. But the cat was out of the bag on this one. I mean the bag is full of cats but this one escaped. How much to say was the question. I pondered and finally said “Ok. Yep. You are right. I know full well. I wish I would have told you before you found out. But Alex is having a sexual relationship with Lexi. In fact I recommended her.” He said “You did? To Alex?” I said “Well to Alex and Helen. She knows. She not only knows, she is ok with it. Surely you have heard of open marriages? You mentioned physical only relationships once. This is that kind of thing. It’s sex and only sex for Lexi and Alex really. And Helen is fine with it. It works for them. He comes over during the week in the daytime. He is a great father and husband so he does that to not take away from family time.” He said “Oh. How interesting. I never would have known. They are very discreet and they even socialize together. How bizarre.” I said “you must have thought badly of me?” He said “Well I don’t know. It made me think you were fiercely loyal to Lexi to protect her secret. But it’s not a secret so I guess I was just the naive one.” I said “Not naive. I mean how would you know?” He said “You could have told me. I mean I know we have not talked about our own sexual pasts much but it seems like something you could have brought up. Although again loyalty so… I get it.” It had me in a tough spot here. Because I probably should have told him. But telling partial truths is not much better than lying and the reality was, there was a lot more to this particular sordid story.

I decided to leave it at that for now. Time to distract him with pussy. It came up again though that night. We did have sex of course. But after he was still talking about it. He said “So that explains the weird look when I asked about a boyfriend. Have they been together for long as lovers or whatever?” I said “No. It’s relatively new. A few months” (ignore the timing of that please professor). He said “And before that? Has she had serious boyfriends or is this her thing?” I said “She had a serious boyfriend before, it ended badly. This is the first time she has been involved with someone in an open relationship. But she is well… promiscuous I would say. She is not looking for a serious relationship.” I was being truthful but vague. I tried to distract and redirect again. I said “I thought you brought her up because you were attracted to her after she flashed her tit especially.” He laughed and said “She is attractive of course. But I only have eyes for you little bird.” I said “Don’t lie. She’s hot. Anyone would be attracted. It’s ok. I think she is hot too.” Hint hint. He circled back and said “How did that come up with Helen and you? Seems like a lot to ask a friend to recommend someone.” I said “Well, Helen and I got very close and had a lot of discussions about their sex life. I helped her discover that there were other alternatives. And she was a natural choice. I knew she would be on board.” Now he honed in and said “And you? Is this the kind of relationship you want? An open marriage?” I could honestly answer that one though. I said “No. I want everything I do sexually to be with my spouse involved and vice versa.” That was true. But still allowed for a throuple and for some playtime as well just with both people involved. If it worked for both. I don’t want a side thing for myself or my potential spouse where the other is not involved. So the truth. But vague.

Thankfully, discussion about Lexi and Alex ended there. We fucked and professor stayed the night with me and I set my alarm this time so I would not be late. But I actually woke up before the alarm. I got out of bed to pee and came back to see his engorged morning wood begging for my attention. I quietly and gently took him in my mouth sucking him slowly until he awakened. I then licked every inch of his manhood and sucked his balls into my mouth caressing them with my tongue before returning to suck the head. I took him deeply and allowed him to thrust into my mouth until he arched his back and groaned filling my mouth with the creamy load I craved. I moved up and kissed him saying “Morning.” He said “Mmmm. Where is my breakfast?” But my alarm sounded and I said “No time, rain check. Gotta get to Helen’s.” I started the shower and then went and put coffee on, setting a cup out for him. I came back and told him “No rush. Take your time. Here’s a key for you. I had it made. Coffee will be ready soon. Just lock up when you go.” I kissed him and that was that. I showered and got ready. He was lounging around a bit. I poured the rest of the coffee in my road tumbler and kissed him before I left. It felt very domestic. But comfortable.

Friday I watched the kids as usual. I confirmed with Helen that J still had a movie date that night with Madison. His first date. I hoped that meant my message was received and she was sincere. But either way I was helping him if I could. After lunch I went to check on J who was in his room, door locked. I knocked and he let me in. I sensed he was nervous about the impending date. I walked him through how the date might go, giving him tips and telling him to be cool. Just look for signs she is into you – the way she sits, flings her hair, looks at you, etc. – and I suggested just holding hands at most if she seemed open to it. Or if she jumps at a scary part she might react by grabbing his hand. We did a practice run on the game room couch upstairs and I showed him some methods she might send signals. And I told him to do all the little things like buying the snacks, holding the door, letting her go first, compliment her outfit, or perfume, or jewelry or something. He still seemed nervous. Then I said “I’m going to give you the best dating advice I ever heard. For guys. And I know this works. Maybe 30 minutes before you leave….just to help you relax… jerk off before the date….. TWICE actually” and I raised two fingers. He looked at me stunned and I got up and said “Trust me” and left the room. I figured it would distract him for a while anyway. It wasn’t to suppress sexual urges. It’s a first date for teens. But it would relax him at least. Helen came in about 3:30 and we were all downstairs. I said goodbye to the kids and when I looked at J, I raised two fingers. He smirked and looked away shaking his head. I was still a little miffed at Madison so I did a bad thing. I mean she would not know anyway. But I texted J after I left and said “PS. Check under your mattress.” I left my panties for him for motivation. I know. I know. I shouldn’t have done that. Oh well.

I didn’t need those panties anyway. I had a wax appointment to get my kitty all smooth for modeling lingerie. That evening professor and I were gonna the same movie. But a different theater and time. After the movie we went and played at a poker house for a couple of hours. I actually won about $150 this time. He was also up playing higher stakes but only about $300. It was still a good night. It seemed professor was saving himself for Saturday and our fantasy date night because after poker he dropped me off saying “Let’s save our energy for tomorrow.” I was tired from a long week and did not disagree. Everything seemed fine so no reason to be anxious about it. We kissed and he walked me up to my place. But my curiosity was piqued. Saving energy for what exactly?

Saturday morning I busied myself cleaning and gonna the grocery. In the afternoon I went through my lingerie packing up numerous outfits from my whoring most bought by or for my generous lovers. But he didn’t know that. I also packed up my numerous vibrators, dildos and butt plugs because he told me to bring them. I also did my nails, makeup and hair of course. I wanted to look stunning. I wore my diamond stud earrings from Alex and a nice dress and heels. He also treated this as a date ordering catered food like our first date at his place. It was a lovely meal and we had some wine. But it was sort of awkward. Our promises of sharing fantasies hanging over us, but unspoken. There was no reason for me to be nervous. Yet I was. Just the unknown I guess. But after dinner I said “Shall I put on some lingerie professor?” He said “Yes please do and put your toys on the bed.” He stayed in the living room and I went to his bathroom and stripped off my dress. I already had the first outfit on. In fact the dress and lingerie was what I wore to the hotel when I first fucked Alex and Marcus in a double team. It was a thong, thigh highs with a garter belt and a black shelf bra. All in black with heels of course. I grabbed my toys and put them on the bed. Then I came out giving a good hip sway as I walked and gave him a modeling runway walk across the room in front of him. On the return I stopped and faced him, showing my tits and tweaking my nipples. Then I turned and bent over, showing my ass framed in the thong. I felt sexy as fuck. He said “Mmmm. Very nice.” I strutted off and went to change. I guess this was a titillation show. So be it.

I next changed into my slutty maid outfit I had worn at the poker party in Miami with Bruce and our daddy swap weekend. I went around mock cleaning in the living room with my duster, bending over to show my ass and cleavage to him. He smiled and said “I don’t know which is better. Watching you clean nude or in that.” I left on that high note and changed again. This time I changed into the ornate lace see through and crotchless teddy Alex had bought me after Valentines day. Well that was my show and I felt I had held up my end of the bargain. I was ready to be fucked for sure and anything else he had in mind. I stood there with my hands on my hips and said “So…. what is your fantasy sir. How may I please you?” He stood and walked over to me. Then he kissed me and grabbed my hand. He walked into his bedroom leading me up next to the bed. He was standing facing me. I looked around and noticed nothing different so I waited. He hesitated a second and then with his foot he pushed at the base of the bed. It was apparently a recessed drawer that was not obvious, but it now came rolling out. I looked down inside the drawer and I literally gasped. I looked up at him and giggled and then looked down again. I was frozen in shock really. And speechless. Inside was a whip, handcuffs, a blindfold, a few other restraints, a ball gag and nipple clamps. Holy shit. He was waiting for me to respond I guess. I wondered holy hell did he buy these for me? That was bold of him. I did not think he had that in him. Oh my. Of course I fucking loved it. I had wanted him more assertive and domineering. Then I wondered wait maybe they are for him. Hold up, I gotta ask. I said “Are these for me? I mean to use on me?” I wanted to confirm. He said “If you are comfortable with it? Just a little fun.” I said “Ummm… give me a second and I think you’ll know my answer.”

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I turned and headed to the bathroom. I had one more outfit and it now seemed appropriate and would help answer if I was ok with it. I quickly put on the cage harness outfit from my Dallas daddy. Kinkiest thing I owned and an obvious BDSM getup with my tits and cunt exposed. Plus it had little metal rings on the hips and sides where the straps joined that could be used as places to connect restraints. I also put on my CUMSLUT bejeweled collar and leash and then put my heels back on. I had not intended to reveal this outfit yet but the moment seemed to be perfect to do so. Fortunately I brought it with me. He apparently had an interest in trying a little bondage. I’m your girl I wondered, and I was already wet with anticipation. I walked back out and strutted over to him. I held out my leash to him. He said “What’s this?” I said “My leash master. You may do as you wish to me.” He said “Are you sure?” I said “Yes. Except maybe the ball gag, it might trigger my latex allergy, I don’t know what it is made of.” I was still holding the end of my leash out waiting for him to take it. Instead he said “Well I was not sure how you would react but now… let me show you something else.” He walked over to the other side of the bed and up near the big padded headboard mounted on the wall. He motioned for me to do the same on my side saying “There is a latch on the back side of it, recessed. See it?” I looked and saw a metal release and clicked it open. He said “Now lift it off.” The padded headboard came detached from the wall. Underneath was a hardwood surface bolted to the brick wall with an assortment of other bondage devices, whips, chains, etc. He took the headboard part and leaned it against the wall out of the way.

I looked at him and my mind was racing. What were the signs of this and how did I miss it. There was bondage in the Columbian classic novel he recommended to me as well as incest. I was distracted by the incest I suppose. And one of his published papers addressed bondage in captivity in primitive cultures. But still. Before I could formulate any reaction he untied the drape wrapped around the gigantic bedpost at the head of the bed and motioned for me to do the same. I did and what was revealed underneath was several heavy duty bolted clamps (or D rings he told me later) at three different places; the top, the middle and just above mattress level. Holy shit. The other post at the foot was the same. I recalled him reacting when I tugged at the drapes while having sex once. He wasn’t just fastidious, he was hiding the bondage stuff built into this gigantic heavy duty bed. I started to look around now. There must be more I missed. I looked at the wrought iron footboard which I wondered was just ornate in design. He saw me looking and showed me it separated into two pieces once a latch was released. The upper piece could slide up on a rail in the bedposts revealing that it was in fact a built-in stockade with the large center opening for your neck and the smaller openings for your hands. I gasped. It was at the perfect level to be standing bent over and shackled. I was utterly speechless. He climbed on the bed now and reached up to the center crossbeam above the bed. He lifted it and flipped it and put it back down in the frame. It also had hooks that were recessed so when flipped up you could not see them. He got off the bed and opened the drawer on the other side with his foot. I came around and looked and there was an elaborate series of straps and metal bars and chains of what was apparently a sex swing that I realized immediately could be suspended from the bed frame. And some other soft padded cuffs. Lastly he reached under the bed and pulled out a long bar with ankle cuffs on each end. It was a spreader like I’ve seen in bondage porn.

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You could have knocked me over with a fucking feather. I was really dumbfounded and awe struck. My eyes must have been like a deer in headlights. And my jaw felt like it was on the floor. He said “Sorry…. Too much? We don’t have to…. “ I said “Stop.” I walked over to him and once again handed him my leash. He took it this time and said “Are you sure?” I said “Stop asking that. And feel my cunt.” He reached out and felt my wetness. I was literally dripping. He licked his fingers tasting my sweet juices and said “Do you have a safe word?” I shook my head no and said “Don’t need one.” He said “Well I would feel better, how about just ‘911’.” I said “Whatever. I won’t use it no matter what. I trust you completely. Take my body. It’s yours.” He led me over to the foot of the bed. God I was hoping for that. He said “Here put on this blindfold and he placed it over my head, blacking out the world to me. Game on I thought. My mind was still racing “Who, when, what, how…” But there was no time to dwell on it. I felt him put those padded cuffs around my wrists and neck. Then I heard the bed rail sliding up and he said “Put your neck in here (taking my hand to show me where it was) and your wrists in the smaller ones. I got the gist. I bent over at the waist and put my neck and wrists in the cradle of the stockade. He lowered the upper part and latched it in so I was stuck now. He ran his hands over my back and ass. It was gentle but firm, a different manner than he normally touched me with. It was totally confident and in control. He smacked my ass next. Then he said “Lift this leg” tapping my right side. I lifted up my heel and he pulled it off. “Other leg” he said and I lifted it too and he pulled it off. He smacked my ass again and said “Spread ‘em.” I did as I was told and spread them wide. I felt a leg cuff attached to one side. Then the other. I was in the spreader now and shackled bent over. Fully vulnerable and unable to go anywhere. He could tease me, fuck me, punish me, or kill me. Anything was feasible and I felt giddy.

I heard him undressing. He was slow and methodical and it was torture not knowing when he would begin, what he would do, or what was next. I felt him behind me and his hands ran up and down my thighs caressing and kneading them. I felt his breath on my pussy and knew he was right between my parted ass. He inhaled my scent and exhaled three times drawing it in deeply. Then just as I relaxed I felt a sharp smack on my ass with the leather switch. It stung and I winced at the first contact. Then he backed away not touching me and giving no indication before another smack fell. Then three more in quick succession and then nothing. It occurred to me that in my bondage sessions with Alex he had a small window of time since he was working during the day when he would visit me. Professor had all night if he wished to keep me this way. Just as that sunk in a smack came across my ass. I had no preparation for this, which is the way I prefer it. But then again I had no idea how deep it was. I may have just dove in the deep end without a floatie.

It got quiet again and then some rustling in a drawer and I heard chains. I knew it before it happened and grimaced as the first clamp bit down on my right nipple. Then the second which was almost worse with anticipation. Fuck! The chain hung below me tugging the clamps a bit but it was not excruciating once I acclimated. I suddenly felt a buzzing on my clit. It was not a vibrator it was bigger, like one of those big massagers. I didn’t have one of those so it must have been in another drawer. Interesting. It felt amazing though my entire pussy was being buzzed and I started arching and pushing back on the pressure he applied. I was quickly building to an orgasm and relished the relief it would bring when it suddenly stopped. Just short of reaching an orgasm. It was agonizing. Then I felt the nipple clamps tug harder. There was weight being added to the chain hanging down and it made the pain sharper. The buzzing of my pussy resumed and I was in both pain and pleasure. Once again it stopped just short of an orgasm. And then a sweet soft tongue ran up my slit. He was eating my juicy cunt and as he did the clamps were suddenly removed. It was sweet relief and his tongue felt amazing. I don’t know if he intended it or not but I had been edging so close that just the soft tickle of his tongue made me finally cum, just a little shudder but it still felt amazing and my thighs trembled.

It was followed by three quick smacks of my ass. And then he came in behind me and thrust his cock in me to the hilt. He grabbed my hips and railed me for a good 3 minutes. It was amazing and I was gaping for his cock. I came again and my thighs were slick with cunt juice. He pulled out suddenly and was gone. I felt him moving around gathering stuff. But what, I had no idea. Suddenly there was pressure at my back door and my large butt plug was inserted, popping past my sphincter. Then a large dildo or vibrator was shoved in my cunt and buried there. I felt a strap being applied around my butt and secured there holding the dildo in like a chastity belt of some kind. Except it wasn’t a dildo it was a vibrator. It was suddenly turned on high and left buzzing in me. I squeezed my pussy walls on it, it felt so good. But after just a minute it stopped and it was silent. I was left here apparently. I tried to move and stretch as I was already sore from maintaining this position. It was a few minutes, maybe 2, maybe 5, and suddenly it started buzzing again and pulsing inside me. He was nowhere near that I could hear so he had remote control for it and had left me alone. Over the next 20 minutes or so it would go on and off periodically. Sometimes on high, sometimes very low. It was torture of the best kind. The last time he left it buzzing long enough that I had a loud screaming orgasm on it.

It stopped suddenly and a minute later I heard him. It sounded like he came in the front door. It was a minute before he came in the room. I felt him getting on the bed and suddenly my head was yanked up by the hair and his cock entered my mouth. I was filled in all three holes and he was throat fucking me harshly. I was being used completely and loving it. As he throat fucked me the buzzing started again. I could not even stop the next wave if I tried and I suddenly came massive but I could not even scream. His cock filled my mouth and I suddenly felt his warm sperm shoot down my throat. It was big thick globs as he had not cum in days presumably. He just left it there deep in my throat as another wave overtook me and I almost passed out. I would have begged him to stop it if I could vocalize at all. But he suddenly turned it off. He pulled his cock out and cum drooled down everywhere. He then detached the strap and pulled the vibrator and butt plug out of me leaving me with two gaping holes and panting for breath.

He had not said a word the entire time. And I was unsure if I could speak so I didn’t. He left the room and I heard the tub running. He came back and I felt him uncuffing my legs. And then he unlocked the stockade and helped me upright. I was so sore from being in that position for so long. He seemed to sense it. I still had my collar on and blindfold. He turned me to face him and removed the blindfold. I looked up at him and he said “Are you ok?” In response I simply shook my head yes. He bent and kissed me saying “I hope it was not too much. Here let me help you.” He undid my collar and then helped me out of my cage harness. I felt like collapsing. He seemed to sense that and picked me up carrying me to the tub. He set me down carefully and said “Soak in the tub. I’ll be right back.” I actually had to pee and sat on the toilet first. When he came back I was getting in the tub. So many questions but I needed to recover first. He brought water and dessert. He handed me the water and then sat beside the tub. He fed me the dessert and alternated taking bites for himself. It wasn’t as painful as when Alex had left marks from the clothespins or made me nearly rip my nipples off with the clamp and chain. But it was an all over soreness from the stockade position and all three holes were fully used. But I wasn’t complaining. It was the first time I felt like a used whore with him.

He set the dessert apart when I had enough and said “May I join you?” I nodded. He got in and then added some bath oil. He then soaped me up and then himself. I finally recovered enough and sat up wrapping my arms around him and said “Did you have fun?” He said “Yes but I did not want to go too far you know. You trusted me and I respect that so I hope you are not upset.” I said “No, not at all. It was intense but never too far.” He kissed me and said “I was so nervous. I’m really a novice at this.” I said “You did not appear to be a novice. And this was not your first time professor. I’m not naive.’ He said “I know you are not, and well, that is why I had to show you. I have been avoiding having you over here because I knew you would soon discover it anyway.” I replied “Well I know now and ….wow. But I’m still here. I don’t scare easily.” He said “Good. I hope when you are ready we can have round two.” I raised my eyebrows and he said “But we can talk if you want or I thought we could try the sex swing. Just for fun, no restraints, unless you want.” I said “I won’t say no to that. As I said I’m yours. And we’ll talk later.”

We got out and dried off and got in bed resting a bit more. I was checking the bed out more now that I had some time. This thing was custom built for sure and not cheap. A lot of wondered went into the design of it and making it appear typical. And it was sturdy as hell. It could support a lot of weight – multiple people really. I said “I’m ready when you are master. String me up. But let’s go without restraints for now.” He said “Ok. I can strap you in and lift you and I would do that if you were already restrained. But the easiest way is to hang it and have you step into it.” He pulled out the swing. And hooked it to the two main supports on the crossbeam. He showed me the different methods to use it saying “Ok your legs go through here you can put that at your thigh or calf or ankle depending what you want. This goes at the lower back supporting most of your weight. Or you can put it on your abdomen if you want to be hung face down instead. And the smaller straps are for your arm or hands again depending on what you want.” He showed a separate strap he said was meant to support the head/neck if you really wanted to be limp or reclined. I said “Ok. Fun.” I stepped into the leg straps and laid back against the back support as he helped me arrange things. It basically put me in a legs spread accessible position quite naturally. I reached back and he said to try crossing my arms above my head. I did and with them through the loops I had some control to swing myself by pulling on them. I was fully exposed and accessible. I had him put the head support on as well and I laid back completely relaxed. It was a little like floating and could be very relaxing.

He moved between my legs and started eating my pussy. I just laid back and let him go as he licked up and down my slit, and flicking my clit at the top. I was completely relaxed and enjoying being the center of attention. With my eyes closed and suspended like that it felt like my pussy was the center of the universe and the only part of me making contact: his tongue and my pussy. After a minute or so I felt a finger prod my ass and slip into me. I writhed against his tongue and finger totally lost in the moment. I soon neared orgasm and he switched to that sucking my clit trick he used before which sent me over the edge. I wanted to grab his head and cram it into my cunt but I couldn’t. The lighter touch was almost torture itself but very focused on that as the center of my body. I opened my eyes and said “Whew…..that was nice.” I laid my head back and now with my eyes open I saw the wall of toys behind the bed. I freed one hand and reached out and grabbed the cat o’ nine tails I saw. Then I handed it to him. He moved back and took it in his hand. He dangled it over me and ran the leather strands over me as he ran it from my tits down between my legs. I kept my eyes closed and waited. Suddenly there was a gentle slap as he smacked my pussy with it. I gasped. Then he licked my pussy again and whipped my left it with it. Oh shit. More pain and pleasure combination. Then the other breast too. Then he backed off and smacked my pussy again – the wetness adding to the sting of the tails. He repeated this a few times and my pussy became inflamed and my tits were stinging.

He stopped after just a bit of that and rose up between my legs. I felt his cock slip into me easily I was so wet and gaping. I rocked back and forth in the swing causing his cock to thrust in and out of me without much effort. He rams his hands over my sensitive tits and tweaked my nipples. Then he withdrew and scooted slightly under me on his knees. This put his cock at my asshole and it slipped into my ass easily too. I immediately started moving in the swing to impaling myself on him repeatedly. I was loving it and as it buried more with each thrust I knew I would orgasm quickly and felt it building until I screamed out “FUCK I’m cumming!!!!” and felt him begin throbbing inside me and pumping cum into me at the same time. I opened my eyes and looked at him wildly saying “That was fucking awesome!!” He laughed and said “For me too.” He pulled out and well… in that position and spread I had no way to keep all of his cum from running out of my ass and dripping all over him. Oops. Well you did it. He left me and got a towel cleaning himself and then wiping up my ass and pussy. I started dismounting the swing and he helped me out so I did not just fall.

It was late but I was too curious and figured we might as well talk now. We were in bed and I said “Ok professor… I’m very curious but look we both have sexual pasts. I think yours is a little more than you maybe let on to me before. You said you had only dated minimally the last 2 years in Texas but… nobody gets this kind of bed just hoping a kinky coed might come along some day.” He said “Well you are correct little bird, although I did not lie about my lack of a dating life and I never had sex with anyone I dated. But I did have a sexual relationship which I will tell you about. Although I will say that the relationship ended prior to you and I being intimate.” I was beyond intrigued now. I said “So wait. Like a physical only relationship?” He said “Yes.” I wondered – wait he had very little social life and said he did not date coeds, he had never mentioned other friends or neighbors or social groups. So who would he interface with enough to establish that sort of relationship. It suddenly hit me. “Somebody from the university? But not a student so…. Another professor?” I asked. He said “Yes.” I wondered more and realized it was not something he wanted to tell me until he had to. I said “Holy shit. Is it somebody I know?” He said “Yes. She was one of your professors last semester.” HOLY SHIT. I only had 2 female profs and there was no way it was my art teacher. She was not attractive really and not his type at all (not physically fit or active let’s say). It had to be my prof from my crossover arts and humanities class Professor J. She was somewhat mousy, but slender and fit and I could see how she dressed down for work and could be very sexy if she wanted to. Not only that but I realized more than once when I had gone to his office I had run into him coming back along a hallway that led right to her office. Holy shit he had been talking to her at work. Of course!!

All of that went through my head in about 2 seconds and I got wide eyed and said “Professor J!!!” His look told me I was right. I sat up and pushed him and said “Holy shit. Are you fucking kidding me wait…. does she know about me? And she’s married!!!!” This was as stunning as discovering the bondage bed itself. He said “Well, she did not know about you during the semester before we even dated. I never mentioned you as I did not want it affecting your grade with her. I was not sure how she would react.” She had given me a B- but honestly I spent little time on her class as the semester went on. Especially after he challenged me to ace his final in order to get a date. He continued saying “And then when I came back from my trip she was gone on vacation for a couple of weeks. That more than anything else is why I waited and told you 5 dates before intimacy. I wanted to tell her in person. So she knows about you now and she understands. She was never a possible relationship for me, as you said she is married, and I told her I thought I had to give this relationship a try. She uhhh…. Well of course she thought it would be a fling, a young coed trying to sleep with her prof but she did not know you. I have talked to her a lot since and she is very happy for me. Us really. She knew I would be leaving soon anyway. As far as her being married. Well yes. She approached me, seduced me really. And her husband is well aware. Like you described with Alex and Helen they have an open type of relationship but not exactly the same. He is quite a bit older than her and she has a high libido as well as an interest in bondage. I know, she hides it well. I was shocked myself. But basically she cuckolds him, although not where he is present and humiliated, just where she goes out and does what she wants with his full knowledge.” I was too stunned to speak and let him continue as he spilled the entire story. I’ll relate this as a narrative rather than a conversation to make it easier to read.

He said when he moved here during the summer before classes started, he had met and talked to numerous other staff. She seemed to particularly like talking to him (of course). He said he had just a mattress on the floor at the time and in talking with her had mentioned he was looking for a bed. But he was particular of course. She said that she and her husband had a bed frame for sale and asked if he wanted to see it. She had described it and it sounded masculine but well designed and with some character. He went over to their place and it was in a room that was obviously a play room he realized later, but they had hidden anything shocking. He liked the bed and she said it had some hidden features. She told him her husband builds beds like these in his spare time and sells them to select clientele. She then showed him the drawers, the hooks and the stockade mechanism. He said it was very interesting but he was not sure he had use for such things. She said something about one of the advantages of buying a bed from them was he could use the features with her…anytime he wanted. He looked at the husband incredulous. He said let me show you and she stripped and he put her in the stockade and then said he would leave them alone. To do whatever they wanted. He said he was so turned on by her and the idea of the bed that he had fucked her right there and bought the bed for $5,000. Once it was moved to his place they expanded on his accessories over time. They had continued fucking for the next 20 months or so until he started dating me. He said she came over once or twice a week at first, but that over time it had dissipated to every other week or so. She was the aggressor, he said guiding him, teaching him, all the time in control, and on her terms. It wasn’t all the time with bondage either. Only periodically. She never did anal he said and she had other lovers too and they all the time used protection because of that. So I had two realizations. One, that my other prof was a kinky sex freak in an open/cuckold marriage and two, my idea that my professor was sexless had been misguided. I thought how I had never seen her in all of my stalking of his place but it was obvious now that I had missed seeing lots of stuff. And it was not like I could ask how I missed that. I couldn’t be upset about him fucking someone before he dated me especially given my track record. But holy hell I was not expecting this. Spent the next 30 minutes grilling him on every detail. It was late and we had fucked our brains out so we fell asleep not long after that.

I woke up early and peed and came back to bed. He had a raging morning hard on again. My shock had worn off and all I cared about was getting more cum. I once again sucked him until he woke up and then swung my leg over to 69. He ate me slowly and I sucked him in kind. Then I turned around and mounted him. I rode him to a small orgasm as he sucked my nipples and said “You already came in my mouth and ass, I need cum in my pussy too.” I reached back and stroked his balls as he thrust to meet my hips until he pumped me full of his seed. “Mmmm thank you” I said. He said “I guess you aren’t mad?” I said “Why would I be mad? I appreciate you telling me. It must be a relief for you. He nodded and said “Secrets cause anxiety you know.” I looked into his eyes, then kissed him and lay flush against him. I had my own secret weighing on me. But I wasn’t there mentally yet. I just held him inside me as he softened, until finally I said “I need food and unless you went to the grocery I assume there is nothing to cook. So let’s go get some breakfast. IHOP?” He said “Ugh no. How about NOLA. So much better.” He looked at the time and said “We better hurry though they get crowded.” We kissed and got ready and went out for some much needed brunch and beignets. We would have to run it off later I said. We never did though.

To be continued…..

NSFW: yes

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