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My wife has sex at work. Judith and I are both college professors and there is a magnetic aura about the stars of academe that is not dissimilar to rock stars, pro athletes, and politicians. We are seducing our students without even trying. Professor, Eros is thy name!

We have had students of all ages from all over the world, but it was unusual for Judith to have three students from Africa in the same class. They were from different countries, of course.

Amir, from Nigeria, commented, “At home, I say I’m Yoruba. Elsewhere in Africa I say I’m Nigerian and here in the States I just say I’m from Africa.”

Benjamin agreed with a big smile. “At home, I’m Asante. In Africa I’m Ghanaian. Here I’m African.”

Clarence was the most Americanized, for lack of a better term, he had a practiced homeboy accent, and wore baggy denims, muscle shirts, and weaved dreadlocks. He shrugged, “I’m all of that—Kukuyu, Kenyan, African—but when I go to New York to par-tay, I tell everybody I’m from New Hampshire and they go, like, ‘Wha?'”

Amir and Benjamin were as tall as trees, well over six feet, and broomstick skinny, while Clarence was short and stocky, but by no means fat. The three were acquainted, but didn’t seem to be friends. Clarence always came to class in the company of a little blond waif named Annalise.

Throughout the first three weeks of Contemporary Social Problems, Dr. Judith Hagar sized up the class as scholars and potential paramours and the three African gentleman topped both lists. She was initially fascinated with Amir, who barely spoke up in class, but delivered stunningly articulate insights in his weekly homework essays. Also, my sexually curious wife had noticed his toned chest beneath a partially unbuttoned shirt and a cramped bulge in his grey slacks.

Amir, ironically enough, made the first move, asking to meet with Judith during her office hours, to ask some questions that she hadn’t covered in class. The young immigrant had no idea he was being lured into a cougar’s lair.

In her office, Judy listened to his queries, seated behind her desk with hands folded and legs crossed, wearing her glasses on a chain and not speaking. When he finished, she reached across the desk, covered his large oaken hands with hers, and told him, “The social mores in American society are different from traditional cultures.”

Amir nodded, saying he knew that, even as Judy came out from behind her desk, still keeping her hands on his. He was handsome with a thin nose, high forehead and cheekbones, and a square jaw. His deep brown eyes danced when he spoke.

She approached him, almost hovering, to say, “You realize it’s not unusual for casual acquaintances, friends, and colleagues to engage in recreational sex, don’t you?”

Amir nodded with wide eyes as his professor moved their clasped hands to his lap. She kissed him softly on the forehead. She wanted to sample the taste of his skin.

“And I’m sure you know even men enjoy sex with other men in this country,” she said as she nimbly fingered his belt buckle and the zipper of his pants.

“I’m Muslim,” he said softly, but made no effort to stop my spouse from reaching bonus veren siteler inside his fly to touch the tip of his manhood.

“Well, then, isn’t it a good thing I’m a lady?”

He started to laugh, but his chuckling turned into a sigh as Judy rolled her hands over his shaft began to lick and kiss his swollen penis with the fingers of both hands wrapped around it. She hummed a melody while sucking on his long, thick cock—just as she did on our first date thirty years ago.

“Sucking cock is like riding a bike or learning to swim,” she thought to herself as she savored the texture of his flagpole rolling over her teeth and tongue. “You never forget how.”

Momentarily, Amir shot a torrent of warm semen down my wife’s throat.

That would appear to have been it; Judith’s tryst was a one-shot deal with one tin soldier plucked from the classroom. Yet the allure of a second African knight drew her to set her sights on Benjamin. She sought him out after class, suggesting he come by her office to discuss topics for a research project.

Benjamin was more rugged looking than Amir, with a cleft chin and pug nose, but deeply set round eyes and a melodic baritone voice.

“Did you know middle-aged women enjoy performing oral sex on younger men?”

Benjamin didn’t know how to answer the question as Judith placed her hands on his strong thighs and knelt in front of him. When she tugged at his waistband, he dropped his pants to his knees and whipped out his sword.

Judy worshiped it like a black onyx amulet, licking, nibbling, and savoring his cock from the tip of his helm to the base of his shaft. Benjamin’s fine instrument was as big and delicious as Amir’s, but slower to come. Judy finally brought him forth by stroking the stem while suckling the head. His semen tasted like exotic fruit.

Professor Judith sent Benjamin on his way, quite sated and destined for an A in her class. At home at night I was the beneficiary of her newly discovered ardor. She released the fires of her stoked libido in bed with me, all the while imagining her beautiful indigo boys.

Clarence showed up at her office after hours and seemed to challenge Judith by flirting and commenting on his attraction for mature ladies and admiration for American women’s aggressive sexuality. They shared a kiss, caresses, and gentle massages before she reached inside Clarence’s sweatpants and sampled his dick. It was diminutive, smooth in texture, and extra sensitive.

Judy put her mouth on his crown and his tip spurted. Then she sucked his cock for few minutes and he came again. His juice was thick as honey. My wife quickly fell in love with a boy the same age as our daughter.

Under normal circumstances, my wife will take a student lover as a one-shot deal and only indulge in serial sex for a single term, dumping her stud muffins at the end of the semester. These guys were different, however. Amir, Benjamin, and Clarence came down to Judith’s office every week. They usually came by on different days, but one time she found Amir waiting outside after she finished fellating Benjamin.

Also, little by little, she gave and bahis got more and more. She started making them undress, then let them feel her mommy’s titties, and finally got naked to blow her sweethearts. Clarence was the first one to see her hornet’s nest. To his delight, Judy masturbated while mouthing her cock. Next time, she pushed the envelope still further.

After swallowing his lode, my lady love coaxed him to turn around and bend over. Judith gave him a long, wet, and sloppy rim job. Clarence popped his cork while she ate out his asshole. After she finished tossing his salad, he declared, “God bless America!”

As the end of the term approached, Judith knew she had to have closure on what had turned into a full blown affair. She was a horse with three riders, but confined to a corral. So she invited the African trio to our place for dinner.

She roasted a leg of lamb, plantains, and yams, and served fresh garden vegetables for appetizers and chocolate tarts for desert. I kept the wine glasses full and poured myself a few as well. Throughout dinner, Professor Judith engaged her gentlemanly guests with her wit, wisdom, and charming smile.

After dinner, the men retired to the den, where, in bygone days, they would have brandy and cigars, but in 21st century fashion we drank more wine and went on our smart phones.

I’m not sure if they knew the game plan beforehand, but no one acted surprised when Judith appeared in a silky robe and beckoned Amir to accompany her upstairs to our bedroom. My smart phone was tied to a video monitor and I watched my wife peel away the robe and spread her vaginal wings for Clarence.

He kissed her nipples and her wet pussy before rubbing his magnum-sized penis over her lips, breasts, and belly before plunging it into the deep. Judith yelped with joy as dove into her garden. He groaned and she sighed as she threw her legs up and he wrapped them in his arms holding her ankles.

Clarence owned my wife’s cunt missionary style for five minutes. They lay intertwined, softly kissing in the aftermath. I creamed my pants watching, though the others in the room didn’t notice.

Next it was Benjamin’s turn. Judith came downstairs, clad in her silken robe, arm in arm with Amir, and crooked her finger toward Benjamin with a giggle. Up in the room, the action was much more physical, Judy wrestling her big fellow to the bed, pulling at his clothes, and rolling around atop the bed.

I watched my wife suck hungrily on his big candy bar and rub her boobies in his face. Then she pinned his shoulders and mounted him. Judy’s hips vigorously pummeled him till his reed died in beautiful agony. He licked her juicy fruit when they were done fucking.

Clarence, of course, was the grand finale. When they started going at it, their moans and groans were so loud that Benjamin and Amir hear the monitor’s audio from my phone. Thus, they knew I had watched them as well. Still, they were good sports and watched Judy do Clarence together.

The show didn’t disappoint. Clarence, the smallest cock in the house, was the most virile. Judith sucked him off as he licked her honey pot. Then she covered deneme bonusu him with licks and kisses, paying special affectionate attention to his raisin nipples and muscular buttocks. Then, with her haunches high in the air, Clarence dicked my lady from behind, bringing her to orgasm.

With my wife’s other two lover boys standing over my shoulder, I watched him spread Judy’s cheeks and fuck her in the ass. They collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

Everyone was gathered in the den, fully clothed, of course, for a last drink and exchanging pleasantries when our daughter Megan returned home from a date. We briefly introduced her to our guests and she went up to room. Within half an hour Benjamin and Amir said their goodbyes, but Clarence seemed to have left without so much as a word.

“That was rude,” I said to Judith.

“That’s not like him,” Judith said to me.

In bed with my wife by midnight, this night might have seen me triumphantly enjoying the capstone of the orgy, but alas screwing five times with three different men took its toll on my soul-mate.

“My vee is sore. Sorry, honey!”

Once Judy dozed off to sleep she was very nearly comatose. Since I needed to pop my cork, I grabbed a half-full bottle of wine, a box of tissues, and the Victoria’s Secret catalogue and headed downstairs. As I passed Megan’s room, I detected a barely audible murmuring, lip smacking, and muscle movements that were unmistakably the sounds of fucking.

Clarence hadn’t gone home at all. He snuck upstairs and was boning my daughter. Judging by the sounds from behind her bedroom door, she was thoroughly enjoying it.

I trotted downstairs to the den and grabbed the monitor. I turned it on and switched the setting from the master bedroom to Megan’s room. Her voice came through as a hoarse whisper, repeatedly saying, “Oh, yeah.” Unlike her mom, who knew she was on camera, my daughter was stretched out on the bed, blocking Clarence from view.

Megan’s perky nipples shimmied slightly as Clarence spaded her cunt with four fingers. She humped against his hand for a minute or two, enjoying the lover boy she just met, and then she put him to work.

Cooing and humming in pleasured tones, Megan directed Clarence to get down on her kissing her lump, licking her pussy lips, and sifting her lady juice.

I enjoyed watching her wriggle and shake in orgasmic spasms. Next, she went after Clarence’s cock, easily taking it all in her mouth, spitting it out, licking it from tip to balls, and sucking down on it while jiggling his shaft.

Before he came, Megan halted fellating Clarence and ordered him to put on a condom. When he said he didn’t have one—Judith had fucked all three guys bareback—my little girl produced a package from her handbag.

Clarence laid flat on his back while Meg rolled the sheath onto his rod. Amid joyous laughter, she mounted him and began bumping and grinding. After five minutes they were still going at it. I turned off the monitor and squirted my pent up wad into the basement toilet. Phew! I really needed that.

Call me old fashioned, but I can let a guy fuck my wife or my daughter, not both. No, I’m not going to embarrass my little girl by barging in and making them get unplugged. Still, any kid that can have sex with my wife and my daughter on the same night is a stud, no matter how little his wicket might be. I’ll have a fatherly talk with Clarence in the morning.

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