The Scavenger Hunt Ch. 08

I'm baaaaaack....

Sorry for the delay folks. Life is pretty hectic, and that's all I really have to say. But here is Chapter 8, and chapters 9 thru 12 will be along over the next few weeks. Chapter 13, the finale, is still in progress -- I would anticipate a delay after 12 publishes.

Chapter 8 finds Brad getting back to the mission, though with some help from his friends. Though the sex scene is fairly substantial, there is a ton of plot development before and throughout the "good" parts, so as always with my stories, skim the sex scenes at your own risk.

Programming note: This chapter mostly features sex with a pregnant woman. I did not publish it in the fetish category, because her being pregnant is not the reason Travis is with her -- she checks a box, and happens to be pregnant. Her pregnancy is not ignored, by any means, but it's not fetished-ized, either. So if that kind of thing turns you off... well, sorry, I guess.

Enjoy!

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The Scavenger Hunt, Chapter 8

"Woo hoo, Temple!" the first guy shouted as I walked into the auxiliary gym.

"Way to show off those legs, baby!" The next guy's voice was deeper and gruffer.

"Nice ass, Travis!" That one was either a girl or a guy whose balls had yet to drop.

I waved and half-bowed to all the admirers as I strode confidently across the hardwood floor. A lesser man might have blushed, but what the hell did I have to be embarrassed about? For one, I'd done a lot of business in this room lately -- a glance up to either upper tier of seats would bring back some memories that most of the hecklers would only ever experience on a porn site. For another, maybe the nearly skintight 80s-style short shorts were no longer in style, but they displayed my legs and my ass -- and another key below-the-waist body part -- the way regular shorts couldn't.

Taylor was counting on that.

This class was Direction and Organization of Intramural Sports. Usually we sat in the classroom and learned about rules, regulations, laws and all other sorts of boring minutiae involved with administering intramural and amateur club sports. As part of the curriculum, though, each student had to organize an hour-long sporting event for the class to take part in. Mine had been baseball -- of course -- and Sandy let me do it the second week of class, to get it out of the way before the actual season heated up. Today was a 3-on-3 basketball tournament, and I'd made sure I was dressed for it.

As I waited in line to get my assignment, I stared at my professor, standing behind the table helping today's student organizer get everything underway. Sandy Watson wasn't a small woman to begin with, but now at six months pregnant, she'd swelled up in all the right places. Her already sizable tits were probably two sizes bigger, and the yellow sundress she wore couldn't hide that her ass had plumped up some, as well. Just thinking about getting my hands on all those curves made my already tight shorts even snugger, which was just what I wanted.

"What's up, Russ?" I asked, knocking fists with the tall guy behind the table. He played on CAU's basketball team, so of course, this was his event.

"'Sup Trav?" he replied, looking down his list for my name.

"I don't remember seeing him on there," Sandy said, leaning over to check.

"C'mon, Doc," I said, using our nickname for her. She didn't yet have the degree to back it up, but we had a couple Sherlock Holmes fans in the class. "You know Bazewell ain't gonna let any of us play another sport in-season. I'm one of the refs."

"Ah," Russ said, waving me behind the table. "Find you a zebra outfit that fits, then head over to court 4."

I made my way to the other side of the table, where Sandy was already bending over and digging through boxes for me. This was the proverbial moment of truth -- I wasn't going to get a better opening to make my pitch. I took a deep breath and jumped in.

"Hey, Doc, you don't have to do that for me." I moved toward the boxes, and in doing so, I pushed my crotch -- complete with my now hard, straining cock -- directly against her juicy ass. Not only that, but the impact pushed her forward, and I had to grab her around the hips to keep her from toppling over.

"Mr. Temple!" she softly exclaimed, spinning toward me once she knew she'd regained her balance. Her face was flushed and her eyes were slightly glazed, but she at least looked indignant.

The only reason I was even doing things this way was because of Taylor -- when she pitched it, it felt creepy and borderline harass-y. Even with her assurances that this was the best way to connect with Sandy, it still felt a little like that. Still, I trusted Taylor's instincts, and besides, Sandy and I had a good enough professor-student relationship that I was confident I could charm my way out of it if Taylor had gotten it wrong.

That, and once we got where we were hopefully going, I could explain that this was all an act.

"Sandy, you're what? Three years older than me?" I asked. I knew for a fact the number was seven. "Just call me Travis."

"Fine, Travis," she said, pulling away from me slightly. "That was inappropriate, don't you think?"

"What can I say?" I asked. "I'm a bit clumsy."

"I've seen you play baseball," she replied, a slight smile toying with her lips as she pushed her curly blonde hair back over her shoulders. "You're not fooling me."

"And besides," I continued, ignoring her last statement. "Nothing would be more inappropriate than letting you fall on your stomach, right?" My hand brushed lightly against her bulging belly through the sundress, and she closed her eyes and inhaled.

"So the only thing you could do was grab me by the hips and hold me up, huh?" she smirked when the moment had passed.

"You're right. I could have aimed a bit higher," I agreed. "I'm sure I could have found some things there to help me keep you upright."

She was already blushing, but she looked down at the floor momentarily. "Here," she finally said, pushing something into my hand. "This one should fit you."

She handed me a referee's shirt.

"Aww," I said. "Can't I just go without? Seems a shame to cover all this up," I added, motioning to my arms and torso.

She rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Hey," I argued. "I work hard to keep myself looking like this."

"I bet you do," she muttered, softly enough that only I could hear it.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Umm... nothing," she said. "Quit preening like a peacock and put the shirt on. The girls on court 4 need you."

I grinned as she headed back to the table. That had gone about as well as it possibly could have. I pulled the ref outfit on over my sleeveless workout shirt and ran down to my assigned court.

The girls playing against each other on court 4 weren't the most athletic bunch we had, but they were all at least decently attractive and they were all working up a hell of a sweat. Every time I looked over at the scorer's table, I caught Sandy looking at me. The first couple of times she looked away immediately, but the last few, she let the gaze linger, as if to say, "Yeah, I'm looking at you. So what?" Between her pointed glances and the sweaty co-ed flesh I was constantly in the middle of, my erection went absolutely nowhere.

I decided not to go to the table during the 5-minute pseudo-halftime break, letting the anticipation build for what I knew would be an interesting post-class chat. I didn't want my arousal to fade, though, but I didn't have to do anything more than think back to Sunday evening...

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Beth had gotten back sometime after dark and found me curled up around Taylor in her bed. She'd tried not to disturb us as she climbed in on Taylor's other side, but I was never a deep sleeper anyway, and I woke up pretty quickly. It wasn't long before Beth's eyes found mine.

"Hi," she said, so softly I almost didn't hear it.

"Hey," I said. "I hope you're not mad."

It was pretty dark, but her smile lit up the room.

"Mad? Of course not," she said, just about whispering now. "This was basically what I wanted to happen."

"Well, I don't know if it's there yet," I said. "But it's a lot closer than I thought it would ever get, to be honest."

"Really?" she asked, her eyes sparkling majestically. She looked so happy, and I almost wanted to clamber over Taylor and try to make her even happier.

"I can't speak for her, but at least for me, yeah," I said. "She really is an amazing person."

"I know," she said, leaning down and kissing her girlfriend gently on the lips. Beth pulled back in confusion. "What is that on her lips?"

"Either Captain Morgan or Blue Moon," I said. "We went to Twitty's to celebrate both teams winning, then we came back here and hit it a little more. She had quite a bit to drink."

"Wow," she said. "She never does that. I'm a little jealous. I'd like to get her drunk and take advantage of her."

I wasn't about to tell her the reason Taylor had gotten drunk, and the fact that I had to keep something from her made me immensely sad.

"Just ask her," I said. "I'm sure she'd let you."

We lay there in silence for a few more minutes.

"I'm gonna take off and head back to my place," I said.

"You don't have to, Travis," she whispered back.

"I know, but I have gotten nothing done this weekend," I said. Then I looked at Taylor and grinned. "Well, that's not true. I accomplished a lot, and I had a lot of fun. But fun isn't going to do my laundry or my homework. I'm just gonna clean up a little then head out."

She looked sad, but she smiled anyway. "Ok," she said. "Tomorrow in class?"

"I wouldn't miss it."

I went to the bathroom to drain my bladder, and my tongue and lips still tasted like Taylor, so I brushed my teeth and stole some of their mouthwash. When I emerged back into the bedroom, Beth was still on her right side facing Taylor, but now she was naked. Her left hand rubbed lightly up and down and Taylor's right arm as she whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

It was a beautiful moment, and I fully planned on just leaving them to it. Before I got out of the bedroom, though, I took one last look back at the lovers on the bed. A sliver of moonlight crept through the window and lit up Beth's ass in a silvery glow. I couldn't resist, and dropped my duffel bag by the bed before kneeling down beside it.

"Oh, God, yes," Beth moaned quietly as I kissed one of her perfect moonlit globes. I gently pushed one leg in front of the other, spreading them just enough that I could snake my hand between them. She was already dripping when I tenderly pushed my middle finger between her lips and into the boiling furnace of her pussy.

"Yesssss," she hissed. She slowly rocked her hips against the invading digit and grasped at Taylor's exposed breast as she continued to lick and nibble on her earlobe. Taylor was still asleep, but her subconscious must have been aware of something going on, because her right arm moved to Beth's back, holding her in place as I stepped up my attention between her legs.

"My clit," Beth moaned. "Please," she added, her voice taking on a pleading tone now. I removed my middle finger from her pussy and rubbed her clit lightly, plunging my index finger into her depths instead. It was a weird rhythm to maintain, but I managed to massage her pleasure button and finger her at the same time.

"You're killing me," Beth groaned, continuing to thrust her hips as close to in rhythm with my fingers as she could. Her ass was pretty firm and tight, but I gently nibbled on whatever I could get between my lips.

"You love it," I responded, lightly swatting her left cheek. She moaned again, and I delighted in licking and kissing the resulting red mark.

"I do," she said. "You're about to make me cum."

"Good girl," I said. I increased my pace just a little -- I could have gone after her much harder, but this moment had so much romance woven into it, that I didn't want to turn it into an out-of-place hardcore porn scene. And besides, what I was giving her was more than enough.

"Oh, fuck," she stammered, but the rest was muffled when she buried her head in the crook between Taylor's neck and right shoulder. Her legs quaked as her orgasm rolled over her, and I laid my face against her ass and pulled her as tightly against me as I could. I stopped moving my fingers, content to let her finish riding the waves at her own pace.

I pulled back when she was finished, and she immediately rolled onto her back. She beckoned me over with a finger, and I knee-walked over to her. She pulled my head down to hers and kissed me with a ferocity I'd never felt from anyone other than her. It was like she wanted to devour me, and that was ok, because I wanted to devour her, too.

When we came up for air, I stuck my fingers in her mouth, and she licked the copious amount of juice off of them. She pulled me back down for another kiss, giving me my first taste of her pussy. Even though it was third-hand, I knew I'd be going back for more and more.

"So hot, you guys," Taylor mumbled, still mostly asleep. Beth stopped kissing me and turned to her girlfriend, and after watching them make out for a few seconds, I lightly patted Beth on her bare ass and made my exit.

If anyone had been watching the next day in soccer coaching class, they'd have noticed a different dynamic between the three of us. It seemed that Taylor was almost giddy when she looked at me, but she smoldered when she talked to Beth. Beth's smile was permanently stuck on high beams, and I couldn't get enough of either of them.

Beth went off to a study group for lunch, and Taylor and I spent our lunch break talking about Sandy. By the time we were done, we had a game plan. Which led me to...

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"Hey, Travis," one of the girls said, bouncing the ball at me. "Come back from dreamland. It's time to play."

"I wasn't in dreamland," I said, bouncing the ball back to her. "I was just thinking."

"Yeah, from the look on your face, we know what you were thinking about," another girl said.

"Whoever she is, I bet she'll love the way you're dressed today," the first girl said. The whole group laughed at me, and I just rolled my eyes, blew the whistle and away we went.

The girls seemed to go out of their way to make contact with me during the rest of the game. Most of it was innocent, but there were a couple not-so-subtle package checks toward the end. All that left with me with a sizable bulge, which I didn't bother to hide after class, when the gym had mostly cleared out and I approached Sandy.

"Wow," she said, not even pretending to look anywhere else.

"Hey, it's their fault," I said, motioning back over my shoulder to the now-empty court 4. "And a little bit yours, too."

"Mine?" she asked.

"Doc, don't pretend," I said. "I saw you watching me all during class."

"If you say so," she tried.

"Uh huh," I said. "And even if you weren't, it's pretty hard to get what happened before class out of my mind."

She was blushing again.

"I mean, you gotta know you're already a beautiful woman, Doc," I said. "Your current situation has only made that more obvious, and it's also filled out certain... areas... even better. Pushing against you earlier..." I trailed off, reliving the memory and causing my cock to get even harder.

"And you said that was an accident," she said.

"I did say that, didn't I?" I replied. She flushed even harder and couldn't maintain the eye contact. I wasn't going to let her off the hook, either... so we stood there for most of a minute in silence, me staring at her pointedly and her looking anywhere else.

Finally, she looked back up at me.

"Was there something else you needed, Travis?"

"Well, two things," I said. "First, I need to give you your shirt back."

I reached down to peel off the black-and-white striped ref's shirt, but grabbed the white tank top underneath it as well. When I finished pulling the garment over my head, I was standing topless in the middle of the gym.

"Here ya go," I said, extending the shirts out to her, but she didn't take them immediately. She was fixated on my chest and abs, and since I was proud of the work I'd put into them, I let her look. My six-pack and chiseled pecs had gone away while I was recovering in the hospital, but as soon as I was able, I'd hit the weights as hard as the baseball coaches would let me, and it all had started to come back.

She quickly looked back up at me, snapping the shirt out of my hand. "Travis..." she said, looking as flustered as I'd ever seen her.

"What?" I asked, feigning ignorance. I looked down at my upper body. "Oh, that. Oops," I deadpanned, making it clear that I knew exactly what I was doing. "I guess I handed you two shirts. I'll need one of them back."

She separated the two shirts in her hand, tossing the ref's shirt into the box and the tank top to me.

"Thanks," I said, making no motion to put it on. "The second thing... you know Taylor Greene, right?"

Sandy's face screwed up a little, a brief bit of panic creeping into her expression.

"Yes," she said.

"You talked to her last night, right?" I asked. She panicked a little more, but just for a few seconds. She slowly began to smile again, and she got another long glimpse of my abs before I finally blocked her view by putting my shirt back on.

"Yes, I did," she said. "And her girlfriend, Beth. They're both such beautiful girls."

"Agreed," I said, fighting hard not to register my own surprise. Taylor had told me she'd talk to Sandy and lay the groundwork for me -- she'd never mentioned Beth would be there. "Anyway, Taylor mentioned you were having a problem. She suggested it was something I might be able to help you out with."

"Is it, now?"

"Well, she only told me there was a problem, not what it was," I said, lying through my teeth. "Whether I can help you out or not, that's up to you."

She looked me up and down again -- clearly the presence of my shirt hadn't diminished her ability to enjoy the view.

"Maybe," she said. "When are you free?"

Taylor and I had agreed that we needed to get this over with quickly.

"I'm available tomorrow night," I said. "We can grab dinner somewhere, and you can tell me all about this problem. I'll meet you at your office after practice. Around 6:30."

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"Wow, Travis," Sandy said as I helped her out of my car. "This is a really nice place."

"You're a really nice professor," I said with a slight shrug. Milena's Cocina wasn't really that upscale; there were a half-dozen places I could have taken her that required jackets and ties. You couldn't come in here straight off the beach, but my CAU polo and khaki slacks and Sandy's black blouse and black-and-white striped knee-length skirt were more than enough to satisfy the host, who promptly seated us along the back wall, near the kitchen.

I chose this place for two reasons. First, you couldn't get better Italian food anywhere in South Carolina, even at the four-star tourist traps with more expensive menus. And second --

"Signore Travis, benvenuto!" our waiter said as he approached the table. "And who is this lovely lady?"

"Marcelo, this is Sandy," I said, and watched as he took her hand and kissed it. "She's a friend of mine from campus."

Sandy looked back at me with grateful eyes -- I don't know how she was expecting me to introduce her, but certainly I wasn't about to tell the truth.

"Sandy, this is Marcelo," I continued. "His wife is the Milena in the restaurant name -- whatever you choose to eat, she created it. His son, Arturo, played high school baseball with Lex Grissom, one of my teammates. They come to most of our games."

"Si," he said. "You tore it up last weekend, Travis. We didn't get to Friday's game, but Saturday and Sunday, you played like a man possessed. We tried to catch you after, but you took off quickly."

My mind flashed briefly to my weekend with Taylor, the reason I'd had no interest in hanging around after the games. I involuntarily smiled.

"Had a lot of studying to get done," I said. "And I played all right for a guy halfway to 30. But Lex and Chet played a lot better. Lex even hit a homer, and Chet hit like... I dunno... 20?"

"Only five during that series," Marcelo said, then turned to Sandy. "He chooses humility too often. Surely you've seen him play."

"Once or twice," she allowed. "And yes, he is being humble." She looked surprised.

"Anyway, what can I get you?"

"Can I order for you?" I asked her, and she nodded. "Is there anything you can't eat?"

She knew what I meant, and I'm sure Marcelo did, too. He was far too professional to call any attention to her condition, and that was just as well, since I didn't want to have to answer any questions about it.

"Anchovies and sardines," she said.

"Not a problem, Signora Sandy," Marcelo said while wrinkling his nose. "If my Milena put any of those on the menu, I would quit."

She laughed, and I did, too.

"Don't believe him," I said. "His wife has him wrapped around her little finger, and whatever else she wants him wrapped around."

"Ah, this is true," he replied with a sheepish grin.

"Just bring us both what I normally get," I said, and he nodded with a smile and headed back to the kitchen.

"So what am I eating?" she asked.

"Veal parmigiana," I said. "It's the best thing on the menu, and everything on the menu is outstanding."

"Sounds good," she replied, taking a sip of her water and teasing the end of her straw with the tip of her tongue. I wasn't sure if it was a conscious act or not, but either way, she had my attention. "So... you're not exactly what I expected."

"That could be a good thing or a bad thing, depending on what you were expecting," I answered.

"Well, just now, like the waiter said, you were very humble, almost self-deprecating," she said.

I chuckled. "What, women don't like humility in a man?"

"We do," she said. "But yesterday in the gym you were flaunting your body like God's gift to the female species, taking your shirt off in front of me when you know what the reaction would have been if anyone had caught you, and pushing yourself against me like you knew I wouldn't care. The guy talking to the waiter just now wouldn't have done those things."

I laughed. "Look, I've never been one to lack for confidence," I said. "But I'm not really the preening peacock type. That was Taylor's idea."

"Taylor?"

"Yeah," I said. "She said you might be a little hesitant at first, but you'd cave in if I showed off for you. She insisted that I needed to be aggressive about it, that even my normal cool and confident approach wouldn't be enough to get you past the professor-student link. So, yeah; the shorts were her idea. The shirt after the game, that was mine. Don't get me wrong; like I said yesterday, I work pretty hard to stay in shape, and I don't mind letting women look if that's what they're going to do, but I wouldn't normally put it on display like that."

"I guess that explains it, then," she said. "From the little bit I've seen in my class, you didn't really strike me as the arrogant, everybody-look-at-me type. To be honest, the attitude yesterday was a bit of a turn-off, but..."

"But..." I tried to coax her when she waited too long to continue.

"But the rest of you was anything but," she said with a sigh.

"I'm happy to hear that," I said. "Now, why don't you tell me about this problem?"

"Like you don't know," she scoffed.

"I have an idea," I said. "I'd like to hear it from you."

"I know Taylor told you," she said. "That's the only reason you'd have acted so out of character yesterday."

"She told me some things," I said. "But she's not here. We are. So, c'mon. Talk to me, Doc."

"Sandy, please," she said as she looked down at the table. "Doc is when I'm in professor mode."

"And you don't want to feel like a professor tonight?" I asked.

"No," she agreed. "I just want to feel like a woman. A beautiful, desirable, not-pregnant woman whose husband..."

I waited for her to continue, but it was clear I'd be waiting a while. Finally, I took her hand across the table and swept a thumb over her knuckles.

"Sandy, you are beautiful and desirable," I said. "I can't do anything about you being pregnant, and even if I could, you wouldn't want me to. Besides," I said with a pointed stare at her chest, "it's made what was already an incredible body even better."

"Sheldon doesn't think so," she said.

"Your husband?" I asked, and she nodded. "Well, you married a fucking blind moron. Sorry."

She snickered. "Thanks, Travis."

I'd slipped off one of my loafers under the table, and I ran my bare foot across the exposed skin of her left ankle, up her calf and onto her knee, stopping only when I reached her skirt. She inhaled sharply and shuddered slightly.

"What... what are you doing?" she half-whispered.

"What does it feel like I'm doing?" I said softly.

She opened her mouth to answer, but I changed to her other leg and moved more deliberately this time, dragging my toes slowly across the top of her right foot, up her shin and past her knee. This time, I ventured beneath her skirt, and when my foot got halfway up her thigh, she gasped again and gripped the edge of the table.

"Oh my God," she whispered.

"How long has it been?" I asked.

"About..." she started, then flushed a deep, deep red. "I can't believe I'm talking about this with a student."

"Look where my foot is," I replied. She looked down quickly, then back at my face. "You'd probably never let a student do that, either. How about this? If you're just Sandy tonight, a gorgeous, sexy woman out on a date, then I'm just Travis, an interested guy who's buying you dinner and is trying to feel you up under the table. None of this professor-student stuff tonight."

I dropped my foot back onto the floor. She pouted at its absence, but it quickly turned into a smile.

"I'd like that," she said. She took a deep breath, held it for a moment, then expelled it quickly. "It's been about three weeks."

"I guess that's not too bad," I said with a knowing grin.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She'd said that a bit louder than she planned to and her hand flew up to her mouth. I laughed a little, and Marcelo picked that moment to bring a basket of baguettes and our salads to the table. A faint smile played at the corners of his mouth -- I knew he'd heard her little outburst. Being the professional he was, though, he left without saying a word.

"Travis, the hormones are fucking killing me," she said, more quietly this time. "Before I was pregnant, my husband couldn't get enough of me. We had an amazing sex life. Once a day was a given, twice a day was the norm and more than that wasn't uncommon."

"Something changed, I'm guessing?"

"Me," she said. "Specifically, my body. I started showing pretty quickly, no more than a month after we found out. Certain parts of me started growing and expanding, and almost immediately, I could tell he wasn't as into me. At first, it became every other day, then two or three times a week, then maybe once a week. I tried to talk to him about it, but he just blamed it on work and being exhausted when he came home. He said he'd try to do better, but things have only gotten worse. The way I'm feeling these days, I doubt twice a day would even take the edge off. I've gone through three different vibrators since Christmas, and the Energizer Bunny can retire to his own private Caribbean island as much as I've spent on batteries."

"Well, as pleasant an image as that is, it's also very unfortunate," I said. She grinned back at me.

"You like that idea, huh?" she asked. The ease with which she'd slipped into uber-flirty mode was almost unsettling. Her voice dropped down to barely a whisper now. "Me lying on my back on the bed, my legs spread wide, these huge nipples all swollen up, working a toy in and out of my..." she trailed off again, but this time I wouldn't let her off the hook. I maintained eye contact until she finally finished the thought. "... my pussy?"

She'd said it so quietly that I wasn't entirely sure she'd actually uttered the word, but I could read her lips well enough.

"I do," I agreed. "Not as much as I like the idea of my fingers replacing your toy while my tongue flicks across your clit, though." My voice was so low that If Marcelo or anyone else had been standing at the edge of my table, they wouldn't have heard me. I had no doubt Sandy had received the message loud and clear, though. She shuddered again, more violently this time, and her fingers tightened on the edge of the table once more.

"There is something I'd like to clear up, though," I said, returning my voice to a normal conversational level.

"What's that?" she asked.

"I just want to make sure, before this goes any farther..." I said, trailing off this time, trying to find the appropriate words. "I just don't want to be a homewrecker."

She laughed. "Come on, Travis," she said. "A beautiful, desirable, sexy, gorgeous woman -- those are your words, by the way -- is practically throwing herself at you. Do you really care about my marriage?"

I kept my smile beaming, but her words stung a little bit.

"You come on, Sandy," I said. "Of course I do. I've never been married, and I've never had much use for romance and relationships." Until recently, I didn't say aloud. "But I respect those who do. If your marriage is important to you, then it's important to me, too. I wouldn't want to do anything to harm it."

"Then, with all due respect, Travis, if you're not willing to help me cheat, why are you here?" she asked.

"Because I don't think you'll be cheating," I said. "This is the 21st century, Sandy. Love, marriage, relationships... those words don't mean the same thing to everybody anymore. Maybe they never did, but we're much more open about it these days. You can have a strong marriage and have sex with a different person every night. You can have sex with the same person exclusively and not have any kind of emotional ties with them. Polyamory, friends with benefits, and everything in between."

She just stared back at me, and I couldn't read what was on her face.

"What are you getting at?" she asked.

"You said you hadn't had sex in three weeks, that the gaps have grown longer and longer," I said. "Am I to understand that he's simply stopped having sex as well?"

A shadow crossed her face and she looked down for a few seconds. I reclaimed her hand and squeezed it gently.

"Like you thought, Taylor told me a lot of this already, but she didn't get into details about this part, and I didn't press because it's not her place to tell," I said, and she nodded. "But I've heard some rumors."

"Rumors?" she asked.

"About your marriage," I continued. "That, perhaps, there are some extracurricular activities taking place outside of it."

Suddenly, she looked uneasy and her face tightened up.

"Travis..." she said. I could see her eyes searching mine for any clues about what and how much she should say. "I could get in a lot of trouble for this."

I couldn't help it -- I laughed. I laughed hard enough to attract attention from neighboring diners. Sandy was taken aback, but also partly amused.

"What?" she asked.

"Sandy, I know I said we were just a man and a woman out to dinner tonight," I said. "But back in the real world for just a second, you're my professor, I'm your student, and neither of us is planning to say good night after we finish our veal. And this... whatever you don't want to tell me about your marriage... that's what you're worried about getting in trouble over?"

Now it looked like she was a little stung.

"Taylor said I could trust you," she said defensively.

"You can," I said. "Implicitly. That's my point. Whatever we do, whatever we say, whatever you tell me... it goes nowhere else."

Something tickled the back of my brain. At some point, I was going to have to tell someone else. Not about her personal situation, but about what we did tonight, if things went according to plan.

I was essentially lying to her. It made me a little nauseous.

She couldn't read that in my face, though, and when she started talking again, I did my best to sweep my doubts under the rug and live in the moment.

"OK," she said with a sigh. "My husband and I have had an arrangement for the past few years. Both of us are allowed to come and go as we please, as long as we stay safe, and as long as we come home to each other at the end of the day."

I smiled to let her know I wasn't judging and motioned for her to continue.

"Really, it was just a two-way promise we made after a particularly rowdy, fantasy-filled night of sex and passion," she continued. "He told me I had an unlimited hall pass, and I said he did, too. We mutually agreed to the two conditions I just mentioned."

"How often have either of you used this hall pass?" I asked.

"Until a few weeks after we found out I was pregnant," she said, "never."

"Wow," I said.

"Like I said, we had a very, very fulfilling sex life. I never felt the urge to step outside, and neither did he. It was maybe two months ago, he told me he wanted to use his hall pass. We were having sex maybe twice a week by that point. He said he just wanted a little variety."

"And that bothered you," I said, stating what I thought was the obvious.

"It did, but not like you'd think," she said. "Travis, I'm not a jealous person. I love my husband, and I know he loves me. Even now, he still dotes on me, he never lets me get anything for myself if he's around, and he's always sweet-talking, either to me or to my belly." She patted her bulging stomach for emphasis. "I guess I just always thought it was an unspoken understanding that any extra partners would not come at the expense of the one waiting at home. As long as I'm sexually satisfied, I don't care what he does. Sex is sex; it doesn't impact our marriage if we don't let it."

This was definitely an approach to relationships that I'd never considered. Then again, the circular threesome Beth was advocating for herself, Taylor, and myself was a few hundred steps outside my relationship box, too.

"I think he's letting it," I said. "It sounds like you'd gladly fuck him four times a day right now." She nodded. "After that, there isn't a man alive who would have anything left to give to an 'extra partner.'"

"I think so, too," she said. "Like I said, it's my body. He's just not attracted to me like he was before I got pregnant."

"Well, that is definitely his loss," I said. "So, why haven't you used your hall pass?"

"If I'm not mistaken," she said with a crooked smile, "that's what I'm trying to do now."

"You said he told you about this other woman two months ago," I said. "What's taken you so long?"

"Well, first, I tried to ramp up things around the house," she said. "I tried to be extra sexy and extra attentive. It worked for a couple of nights, but then he said there was a second woman he wanted to mess around with, too, and I realized it wasn't going to change anything. I guess I was in denial for a few weeks. Then one night, Taylor called to check up on me, and ask if I was coming back to be a volunteer coach next year, after the baby is born. We got to talking, and I told her about my situation. That was about a week ago."

"And here we are," I said.

"And here we are," she echoed.

I smiled. "I know that was tough for you, telling me all of that."

"A little bit, yeah," she said with a half-chuckle.

"I appreciate it," I said.

She shrugged and repeated her words from a few moments ago. "Taylor said I could trust you."

I nodded and reclaimed her hand. "As I said before, Sandy... your husband is an idiot. There isn't a man in this restaurant that didn't have at least a couple naughty thoughts about you when we walked in."

"Yeah, because men find pregnant women so--"

I put my hand up. "Whatever self-deprecating bullshit you're about to spew out, save it for someone who literally can't see, OK? My eyes work perfectly well, and the woman I see sitting across from me is... mesmerizing. Vibrant. Glowing. Hell, you're downright magnetic, Sandy. The only things stopping me from climbing over this table and getting us arrested for public indecency are your career, my teammates, and about five years of Marine Corps training."

Her face had slowly returned to its normal color, but now she was blushing again.

"You had an incredible body last semester, too, but since you've changed... I don't think you realize how much every guy in class stares at you when your back is to us. We're all fantasizing about what exactly we'd do if we could just get our hands on that juicy ass of yours, just for a few seconds. All I did yesterday, when you were bending down to get my ref shirt, was act out something I'd been thinking about for weeks."

I took a sip of my water, more to let her assimilate everything I was saying than because I was thirsty.

"I can't wait to get behind you and pull you close to me, and press my crotch into your ass. I can't wait to rip that industrial strength bra off of you and see what treasures lie underneath. I can't wait to see you on your knees, taking my cock into your mouth, while I look down at your sparkling eyes and glowing, rosy cheeks. I can't wait to taste you, to lick you until you're dripping all over my face. And finally, I can't wait until I feel how wet and tight you are as I push inside you, in whatever position you want... any position you want... every position you want... until you start shaking, trembling, spasming, and cumming all over my cock."

Her hand felt like vise grips on mine, and her other hand was gripping the edge of the table so hard her knuckles were white. When I finished my description, she moaned softly and shuddered hard, shaking slightly in her seat.

Marcelo's timing was hilarious -- he picked that exact moment to come out with our food.

"Is everything ok, Signora Sandy?" he asked, his face showing concern. That was reasonable -- to an outsider, it looked like she was in pain.

"Baby kicking," she managed to get out. "Okay in a second."

"Ah, I see," he said. Again, he made his exit quickly and quietly. When she looked up at me, her face was as red as it had ever been.

"Why, Sandy," I said with a smile, "was that what I think it was?"

"We need to eat fast," was her only reply.

"Yes, but make sure you eat it all," I fired back. "You'll need the energy."

There was very little talking the rest of dinner. We played footsie under the table, and she made very suggestive gestures with a breadstick once or twice, but mostly, we just devoured the excellent food as quickly as we could without embarrassing ourselves.

"Dessert?" I asked when we were finished.

"I swear to God, Travis, I will kill you," she replied with a straight face. I believed her.

We paid the check and beat a hasty retreat. I was still mindful that this was a date, so I opened her car door and helped her inside. I'd be damned if I was taking her to my house, and her husband was out of town on business for the rest of the week, no doubt fucking whoever, so we decided to go to her house. After a minute, she motioned to my phone, blinking silently in the center console.

"It looks like you have texts," she said.

"They can wait," I said.

"Eh, you might as well read 'em now," she said. "You're not going to have a chance the rest of the night."

I grinned and grabbed the phone. There were only two texts. The first was from Beth's phone.

Beth: Hey stud. Have fun tonight. Treat that woman like the sexy goddess she is. Don't let us down. Love, Beth & Taylor.

After Sandy had told me in class that she'd spoken to both Taylor and Beth about me, I'd asked both girls about it. They hadn't told Sandy who they were sending her, but they both vouched for me. Personally, if you get my drift. My chest ached just a little -- I was about to make love to my incredibly sexy professor, but I still missed Beth. Taylor, too. I had no idea what any of that meant, but it made me smile just a little.

The second text was from an unknown number.

Don't go to her house. They're watching.

My stomach became a world-class gymnast, doing all kinds of cartwheels and somersaults. I tried to keep the surprise and panic off my face, but thankfully it was dark in the car.

Me: What? Who the fuck is this?

I checked again -- the text had come in almost an hour ago, while Sandy and I were in the restaurant but probably before our food had come out. I waited another minute, then turned to Sandy.

"Hey, I need to make a phone call real quick," I said. She nodded. I had no idea what I would say to whoever answered the phone that wouldn't tip Sandy off about something weird going on. It didn't matter -- it went to voicemail.

"Hi, this is Jamie. Leave a message."

Fucking hell. How the fuck did she know where I was, and who I was with? I hung up the phone and tossed it back into the console.

"Everything OK?" Sandy asked.

"Yeah," I said. "Just an asshole classmate of mine not doing his part of a group project. More crap I have to do this weekend."

"I'm sorry," she said. She put a hand on my shoulder. "Let it go. We're almost there. I need you focused."

The next time I saw Jamie Tarver, I was going to bungee cord her ass down to a folding chair until she told me exactly what the fuck was going on. But she'd claimed to be protecting me with the video with Trina, and I couldn't come up with another reason for her presence in the gym with Laci other than to back me up that it had happened. I still wasn't sure if she was on my side, but ignoring her text seemed foolish.

"You know what?" I said to Sandy. "Let's make it fresh. Instead of going to your house, let's go get a hotel room."

Even in the darkness, I could see her eyebrows reach for the roof.

"Think about it," I said, scrambling for a reasonable explanation. "You have a life in that house. You're stepping outside that life because, for the moment, it's not giving you what you need. So, let's step outside the house, too."

She stayed silent as she thought about it, but I'd already altered my route, driving toward the long strip of hotels on the outskirts of Myrtle Beach.

"You know what? I think you're right," Sandy said. "Let's do it." I internally sighed in relief. I'm not sure what I'd have done if she insisted on going to her house. As we drove on, I put my hand on her thigh and lightly massaged it, drawing a contented moan.

I pulled into the Courtyard by Marriott and left Sandy in the car while I went to get a room. I had to wait behind two other people in line, and I took several deep breaths. All this crap with the frat pledge, and Jamie Tarver, and her boyfriend being a dick... I needed to forget it. Even everything going on with Beth and Taylor, while much more pleasurable, needed to take a back seat for the time being. I had a beautiful woman sitting in my car who needed to be shown a good time, and under normal circumstances, I'd have no trouble doing just that.

By the time I got back to the car, I was back in the zone. I drove around back of the hotel, parking near a back door that would put us next to the elevators. After helping Sandy out of the passenger seat, I gently pushed her up against the car. Before she could say anything, I covered her lips with mine and kissed her.

"Mmmph!" she cried out in surprise, but she quickly melted into my kiss, answering me back with intensity and passion. It was her tongue, not mine, that started the French part of the kiss, and her hands touched me first, squeezing my ass and pulling me hard against her.

It was relatively deserted back here, so I took a chance and cupped her swollen breasts, gently kneading the twin globes as I continued exploring her mouth. She moaned into my mouth and forced her hands under my polo shirt, running her fingers across my abs and pecs. When she lightly pinched my nipples, I did the same.

I turned us both around so that my back was against the car and her back was pressed against my chest. That also meant her ass was pressed against my crotch. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back against me, grinding my steely cock into her ass.

"Oh, fuck," she half-moaned, half-whispered. The evening breeze was whipping her blonde hair around, and I leaned forward and nipped lightly at the exposed skin of her neck. I moved my hands around to her front, starting on her thighs and traveling slowly northward. I rubbed her stomach for at least a minute, delighting in the little contented mewls she let out every few seconds. When my hands returned to her tits, though, those little happy sighs turned into wanton, needy groans.

"Can you just fuck me, right here on the hood of your car?" she asked, gasping for air.

"I could," I said. "But it's your first time in a while, and I'm pretty sure the last few times haven't been all that satisfying. There will be time for quickies later, and we can even come back out here if you want. But this first time..."

I trailed off, but I squeezed her breasts as hard as I had all night and bit down on her lat muscle, just behind her collar bone. Another sultry, needy moan penetrated the night air, and I knew she'd gotten the message.

"Come on," I said, tugging her by the hand toward the hotel. "You're a little overdressed."

The elevator was packed, so we just held hands. Still, anyone who looked closely would have seen burning desire on her face, and I'm sure I was flushed, too. We weren't the only ones to get off on the second floor, but the other guy went around the corner in the opposite direction. As soon as we were alone, Sandy pushed me against the wall and attacked. Her hands rubbed my cock through my khakis as she tried to choke me with her tongue. I reached behind her and grabbed twin handfuls of her amazing ass, pulling her harder against me.

"Our room," I managed before she claimed my mouth again. "Right there."

She never stopped kissing me -- not when I pulled the key card out of my pocket, not when I blindly thrusted it at the doorknob hoping I'd find the right spot, and not when the door clicked open. We were still connected at the lips as we twisted through the doorway, finally breaking the kiss when the door slammed shut.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized that this was an unplanned hotel visit, and neither of us had packed for it. That was probably the only thing that stopped us from literally ripping each other's clothes off. She pulled my polo shirt off first, then I quickly dispatched her blouse. I wanted to marvel at the sight of those amazing tits in her heavyweight beige bra, but I didn't get the chance because she started working on my zipper. Her skirt was easier, so it hit the floor a few seconds before my khakis did.

This whole thing had been a whirlwind ever since the parking lot, but I paused for a moment and really took a second to look at her. My gaze must have been a little intense, because she bit her lip and looked down at the carpet for a moment.

"Hey," I said, lifting her chin with a finger. "You have nothing to be shy about, Sandy. I said your body was amazing when you still had all your clothes on, but amazing doesn't cover it."

Her legs were still firm and toned, but her thighs had thickened a little. Her child-bearing hips were just that, flaring out sexily to either side. Even partially covered with black panties, her ass was incredible -- plenty pliable with the extra padding, but still shapely enough that you could tell she was athletic. Her stomach bulged out over the waistline of the panties, and it was all I could do not to reach out and touch it. I wasn't sure how she'd feel about that, seeing as how I wasn't the one who put it there, but it was part of her, and it was sexy. All in all, pregnancy suited her. It gave her an almost angelic glow, as if her skin was actually radiating heat.

Of course, it had enhanced her breasts, too. The twin globes sat semi-comfortably in her bra, promising untold fortune underneath the fabric while framing them in a way that presented an enormous amount of cleavage. The valley was so deep that I just wanted to bury my face in it and get lost -- so, that's what I did.

"Oh, shit, Travis," she swore, pulling my head against her chest as I nestled my face in between her boobs. I licked and sucked every square inch of skin I came in contact with, turning my face from side to side to get both of them equally. My hands slid around to her back, and I started working on her bra while I continued to smother myself.

When I popped the last clasp free, she sighed in relief. The pressure against my cheeks let up ever so slightly, and I reluctantly pulled my face back to look at her.

"Last chance," I said. "You're absolutely sure?"

She looked at me in disbelief.

"Sandy, once I pull this bra off, and I see these beauties in all their naked glory... this is kind of the point of no return."

"Ooh," she said. "My big ol' pregnant boobies are going to drive you that crazy, huh?"

I just nodded.

"Show me," she said, effectively ending that line of discussion. I slid the straps over her shoulders, and the cups fell away. I assume at some point she tossed the bra on the floor, but I wasn't watching that.

"Holy shit, Sandy."

Her tits were enormous. Some of it was her pregnancy sure, but pregnancy doesn't make average-sized tits look like these. Obviously, she'd mastered the art of dressing to de-emphasize her assets. Normally, they had to be at least DDs -- right now, there was no combination of letters in the English alphabet that could handle the job.

Despite their size, there wasn't much sag to them. She was still in her early 30s, so age and gravity hadn't really begun to set in. Her light brown areola had grown to take over a large portion of her breasts, and her light pink nipples stuck out maybe an inch from her body. They were engorged with arousal, and they made my mouth water.

"Suck on them, Travis," she said. "Please."

It was a one-syllable word, but I don't think it was completely out of her mouth before I complied, taking her left nipple between my lips and sucking while my tongue bathed it in saliva. She hissed and tightened her fingers in my hair. My left hand squeezed and massaged her right breast, while my right hand went behind her, dipped beneath the waistband of her panties, and kneaded her ass.

I switched to the right nipple after a minute or so, and once I thought I'd given them the proper amount of attention, I moved on to the rest of her breasts. I'd always liked the way a woman's breasts looked when they were swollen, and Sandy was a textbook example. Goosebumps pricked up on her areola when I licked around her nipples. She seemed to like it when I hefted each one in my hands, and she really enjoyed it when I dug my fingers into the undersides of her boobs.

I spent probably 10 minutes on her tits, and I could have taken the next two hours. I noticed her legs were shaking a bit, though, and she was squirming and pressing her thighs together constantly. I dipped one hand between her legs and smiled. She was hotter than a furnace and wetter than a swimming pool. She spread her legs slightly to grant me better access, and the smell of her arousal swarmed my senses.

"Let's get these panties off before you ruin them," I said with a smile.

"Probably too late," she panted. I slid them down her legs and she kicked them onto the clothing pile. I led her to the bed and sat her down on the edge. I gently pushed her onto her back and planted her feet on the bed, about two feet apart. I pulled her closer to the edge, until her ass was half-hanging over the side. That gave me the best access to her dripping pussy without repeatedly bumping my head into her belly.

I wanted to be slow and deliberate, to tease her and build her up to an amazing orgasm. Seeing her pussy up close and realizing just how wet she was, though, I couldn't resist. I dove in immediately, thrusting my tongue deep into her tunnel while my nose pushed against her clit.

She screamed out loud, then quickly slapped her palm over her mouth to muffle the rest.

"You're so wet," I said with a chuckle.

"I've been wet since class yesterday," she said. "It's been three weeks since I had sex, but months and months since he's gone down on me."

"Hmm," I hummed, right into her pussy. "Guess I'm gonna be down here a while, then." I happily returned to feasting on her, driving my tongue deep inside her again and again. I couldn't put my finger on her taste, but whatever it was, suddenly I was parched, because I couldn't get enough of it.

"My clit," she whimpered, and I shifted my tongue north to focus on it. I missed tasting her juices directly from the source, but holy shit, did she respond to it. I flicked it rapidly with my tongue, making her squeal repeatedly. When I sucked it into my mouth, she clamped her thighs down so hard I thought she might decapitate me.

"FUCK!" she cried out, her whole body going tense. One hand was still in my hair, and it felt like she was trying to rip it out. The other was white-knuckling the comforter. I didn't care about any of that, because I wanted to rock her all the way through the orgasm.

"Wow," I said when she finally relaxed. "You were really tense for a few minutes there. That can't be good for the baby, right?"

"Orgasms are good for your stomach muscles," she said. "In fact, the doctor says that orgasms are a good way to get your water to break when it's time."

"Uh... you still have a few more months, right?"

She laughed. "Yes, Travis, I'm a couple months away at least. You won't have to put your gynecologist's jacket on tonight."

I grinned up at her.

"That was spectacular," she said. "Come up here and let me return the favor."

"Nope." I buried my face between her legs again, but this time, I was going to slow things down and take my time. I licked all around her puffy, swollen labia, but ignored her clit for the time being. My tongue went everywhere, from the sensitive area between her pussy and her ass, over her inner thighs, deep into her still-sopping tunnel, across her clit briefly, and all the way up until I ran into her stomach.

It wasn't until I finished bathing the smooth skin above her clit that I realized Sandy was clean-shaven. Maybe it was because so many of the women I'd been with lately were smooth, too, but none of them were pregnant.

"Did you shave just for me?" I asked.

"Of course," she said. "I haven't had much of a reason to lately, but I knew how this was going to go, Travis."

Something about that didn't seem right, but now wasn't the time.

"That must have been a bit difficult," I said.

"You have no idea," she said. "A whole symphony orchestra of dropped razors, mirrors and swear words, and a brand new empty bottle of shaving cream."

"I like that you put in the extra effort for me," I said, half to her and half to her pussy lips. "You've earned a reward."

Her prize was the same it had been for the last few minutes -- my renewed attention on her pussy. I'd taken my time and explored her thoroughly with my lips and tongue, so now I got my fingers in on it. I pushed two into her pussy while I lapped gently at her clit, reaching up with my free hand and pinching her nipple. She came twice from that, but they were just small tremors compared to the major quake I could tell was building within her.

I went back to tongue-fucking her for a few moments, lightly bouncing my index finger off her clit as I slurped noisily, and that gave her another, stronger orgasm. For the finale, I went back to what worked the first time. I sucked her clit back into my mouth and sawed two fingers rapidly in and out of her pussy. Her thighs again clamped down around my cheeks, but instead of trying to rip my hair out, this time her fingernails sank into my forearm.

"Oh, FUCK, Travis!" she shouted. "Oh, I'm gonna cum so hard all over--"

The wave slammed into her, and for a moment, she didn't even breathe, much less finish her thought. I couldn't move my face or my fingers, so I just kissed her clit softly as she resumed breathing.

"No more," she said. "Sensitive."

I lightly patted her on the thigh with my free hand. She got the hint and eased up, allowing me to extract myself.

"Now, it is your turn, and I won't take no for an answer this time," she said, sitting up and tugging my boxers down. My cock had been ready for combat while I was going down on her, and now it was just a few inches from her lips. She leaned over and flicked her tongue across the head before sitting back.

"How do we do it where you can be the most comfortable?"

"Can you cum standing up?" she asked.

"Sandy, look at me," I said. She looked at my cock, which stood straight out and throbbed with each beat of my heart. "I could cum standing upside down right now."

"Good," she chuckled. "The easiest way for me is to kneel in front of you."

"Oh, poor, poor pitiful me," I faux-lamented, standing up. "A pretty woman on her knees sucking my cock. Whatever will I do?"

Sandy grinned and sank to her knees. She jerked my cock a few times before running her tongue up one side and down the other, but I could tell she was just getting herself acquainted with it. Before long, she was attacking it like it had personally offended her.

"Jesus, Sandy," I stammered, wrapping a hand in her blonde hair. She moaned when I tugged on it, and she looked up at me with fire in her eyes. For the next five minutes, she went at my cock as hard as she could, and I was fighting with everything I had to just hang on. It was the first blowjob she'd given in at least three weeks, and I could tell it was something she enjoyed doing, so I didn't want to end it early.

After a while she decided to go hands-free, moving her hands to my ass and pulling me harder into her mouth. She made lewd gagging noises with every thrust, though her face never panicked and it never felt like she was actually choking. Saliva began to spill out around my cock and drip down her chin until her chest was slick. That gave me another idea.

I tapped on her shoulders. She looked fairly annoyed that I'd broken her rhythm.

"I want to fuck these massive tits," I said.

"You do, huh?" she asked, obviously rhetorically. "I was just about to make you cum in my mouth."

"You were," I agreed. "And if that's what you want, I will." I reached down and squeezed her tits, feeling the moisture there. "Just let me experience what it's like to have these beauties wrapped around my cock for a minute or two, and I promise, I'll be cumming like a damned fire hose."

"Hmm," she said, pretending to think it over even while backing up a little to give me a better angle. "I kinda like the sound of that."

Her tits were way too big for her to handle, but she managed to lift enough of them and wrap them around my cock. I'd never met a woman who would call my equipment small, but when she squeezed her arms inward and smashed her tits together, my cock flat-out disappeared in the valley between them.

"Shit," I hissed. "That feels... damn."

"Thank you," she giggled. She slid up and down slowly for a minute, but once I finally got my bearings, I started doing the work, thrusting in and out of her generous cleavage while she kept them pushed together. I needed somewhere to put my hands, so while she pushed from the outside, I palmed each of her nipples and squeezed, making her moan again.

I made it another minute or two, but I knew I was about to lose it. I tapped her lightly on the cheek to let her know, and I felt her tits fall away, only to be replaced by the tight suction of her cheeks and the soft wetness of her tongue.

"Cumming!" I shouted, but I'm pretty sure I started before I got the second syllable out. Sandy was ready for it, though, and even though I came for what felt like a minute, she never lost a drop. The only cum she didn't swallow came right at the end, when she pulled my cock out and pointed it at her tits just in time for the last couple of shots.

All of the energy for remaining vertical must have been either in Sandy's stomach or on her chest, because my legs suddenly felt like rubber. I took a few steps back and sagged against the dresser.

"Aww," she pouted. "Are you all tapped out?" She opened her mouth wide to show me she'd swallowed every drop.

"Not hardly," I said. She was still on her knees, but I could plainly see that her pussy was still dripping. I had quite a ways to go to give my beautiful professor a night that was worthy of her. Even if she'd been satisfied with what we'd already done, I wasn't leaving until I made that tight pussy spasm all over my cock. "Normally I'd be ready to go right away, but I just need a minute. That was maybe the best blowjob I've ever gotten."

"Even better than Taylor's?" she asked with a piercing grin on her face. Till now, I hadn't admitted that Taylor and I were anything other than friends, and I was pretty certain Taylor hadn't either. Still, there was no point in lying about it.

"Yes, even better than Taylor," I admitted. "But just barely."

"To her credit, I have about 10 years on her, and up until recently, I practiced on my husband at least once every day," she said. "Give her some time. She'll be amazing."

"She's already amazing," I said, realizing as I said it that I meant it. And still, here I was with another woman.

Best not to think about that right now.

"So are you," I continued. "Just let me stare at your tits for another minute, and I'll be good as new."

"I can do better than just letting you look."

My cock had softened some, but when she started knee-walking toward me, the momentum turned the other direction. Just watching her tits bounce and jiggle as she moved made me respond, and I groaned when she wrapped her tits around me again.

"Yeah, I think he likes that," she said, stating the obvious. Her tits were still slick, and I could feel my cock re-lubricate with the mixture of her saliva and my cum. When I was mostly hard, I put a hand on her shoulder and took over, thrusting my cock gently into her valley again. Another minute of that, and I was as hard as I'd ever been.

"Feels like somebody's ready to play again," she said, backing away slightly and then bending forward to take me in her mouth again. I groaned.

"I am," I said, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. "Come with me." I led her to the couch against the far wall and sat down in the middle.

"Which way do you want me?" she asked.

"Whichever is best for you," I said. "I figured you could set the pace, fuck me as hard or as softly as you want to."

"Always thinking about others," she murmured, stepping forward and placing a knee on either side of me on the cushions.

"Yeah, because I'm not going to enjoy the hell out of this no matter how we did it," I grinned.

"You would," she allowed. "But you know I wouldn't. That's what I mean."

"I know," I said. She was crouched over me, so I pulled her head down and whispered in her ear. "Just shut up and fuck me, would ya?"

She giggled and rolled her eyes. Once she started sliding down my cock, though, her eyes rolled back for a completely different reason.

"Ohhhh, Travis," she said. "You have no idea how wonderful this feels."

"Pretty good idea, actually," I stammered back. Despite being soaked, she was still incredibly tight. Her pussy stretched to accommodate me, but it was a very intense negotiation. It took her the better part of two minutes to bury my cock to the root.

"Fuck," she hissed. "Feel so full. Definitely the widest cock I've ever had."

"Take your time," I said. "As fast or as slow as you want."

"Ooo... k," she said. She slowly lifted up, but I was only about halfway out when she slid back down. For the first few minutes, she never got any farther than that. Eventually, she began bouncing a touch harder, and letting a bit more of my cock leave her pussy before sucking it all back in.

She leaned forward, slapping me in the face with her ample tits, and I didn't ignore them. I switched back and forth between them, sucking her engorged nipples between my lips and chewing on them gently. I buried my face in her cleavage, slapping myself on either cheek. I licked all over her chest, knowing that the slightly salty taste was the remnants of me, but not caring in the slightest.

Eventually, she picked up the pace considerably, and I raised my hips to fuck her back as much as I could. I slipped a hand into the tight space between our bellies and slid it down until I felt her clit. I couldn't move my fingers much, but the extra friction they provided pushed her over the edge.

"Fuckkk---" her exclamation might have lasted longer, but she bit down hard on my shoulder as an orgasm washed over her. It wasn't particularly violent like the first couple had been, but it seemed just as intense. I dislodged my hand from between us and rubbed up and down her back.

"That was..." she started. "That was amazing, Travis."

"I'm glad," I smiled.

"What now?" she asked.

"Show me your favorite position," I said. "I want to make you cum all over my cock again, this time doing exactly what you like."

"Well, if you want my favorite," she said, slowly pulling off my cock and standing up, "I'm not going to be doing much of anything."

I liked where this was headed. I stood up, and she led me back over to the bed. She climbed onto it and got on all fours, waggling her ass at me.

"You have no idea how enticing your ass is, Sandy," I said, bending over to kiss one of her cheeks.

"Mm, thank you," she said. "I love doggy style, but I won't be able to hold it for long. After a few minutes I'll have to collapse my arms and leave my ass sticking up."

"Oh, how terrible," I said, lining my cock up against her moist opening. "Seriously, why do you do mean things like this to me?"

She grinned at me over her shoulder, but that didn't last long. I sank my cock back into her with one stroke, slowly bottoming out as I gripped her hips and held her back against me. Her mouth opened in a noiseless scream.

"Too much?" I asked. She just shook her head. "Seriously, if it's too deep, just say so."

"Very deep," she groaned. "Just right."

I pulled out halfway before pushing back in, and over the next few minutes, I worked up to a decent pace. Despite her assurance that it was okay, I wasn't going to just slam her into the mattress right away. Eventually her legs loosened up a little, and her ass started to ripple as I thrusted a bit harder. Right as she was cumming, her arms gave way just as she predicted they would. It was all I could do to stay inside and ride her through it as her body shifted a few inches forward.

She grabbed two of the pillows and worked them under her belly, giving her a little bit of cushion before she looked back over her shoulder at me.

"God, that was amazing," she said again. "Now give it to me, okay? I can't take it very long, but don't stop until I tell you to."

Her words were like Beethoven to a symphony connoisseur. I grabbed her hips and pushed back into her, bottoming out much quicker this time and smiling at her sudden exhale of air.

"Careful what you wish for, sexy," I said, then did exactly as she asked. I started pummeling her into the mattress. My strokes probably weren't quite as deep as before, but they were coming three times faster. She started crying out into the pillow almost immediately, and I could feel her juices squishing around inside her. She was still pretty tight, but I'd loosened up some of her vaginal muscles just from being inside her for most of the past half hour. That made it easier for me to go faster.

I should have asked her first, but I couldn't help it -- I had to spank her ass. Her head rose from the pillow slightly after the first one, but she said nothing, so I kept going, spanking her a bit harder as I got closer to orgasm. She was crying out constantly and pushing her ass back into me as hard as I was thrusting.

She screamed again, louder than she had all night, but luckily right into the pillow. It was some weird hodge-podge of my name, the word 'fuck,' and a couple of other expletives. It was pretty close to English, but I wasn't entirely certain. I saw some of her juices bubble up and out over my cock. I was fairly certain I would cum soon, but before I could get there, she suddenly collapsed totally, jerking my cock out of her as her hips sank to the bed.

I didn't want her to be uncomfortable, so I gently rolled her onto her side. She was breathing very rapidly, but her eyes were closed. I stroked her shoulder softly.

"Sandy?" I called out quietly. Her lips curled in a slight smile, but that was her only response. Satisfied that she was just momentarily asleep, I curled up behind her in a spoon position. My cock was still raging, and I wanted to be ready when she came to, so I pushed it against her, humping her plump ass as I rubbed her thigh.

"Mmmm," she said after a couple minutes.

"Have a nice nap?" I asked.

"I never told you to stop," she said with a moan.

"No," I said. "You just fell flat onto the bed after you screamed your throat dry. I figured that was probably a nonverbal 'no.'"

"You literally fucked me unconscious," she said. My stomach was pressed to her back, but I could hear the grin.

"Seems that way," I agreed.

"And it doesn't seem like you're done," she continued, reaching her hand back and palming my cock. She lifted her top leg, and I held it up as she guided my cock back to her center.

"Yes, baby," she said lazily. "Slide that cock back in me. You've made me cum like a zillion times, baby. Now cum for me."

I couldn't get as deep in the position, but I didn't have to. Sandy had just made it clear this was more for me than for her. I held her leg up for a few moments, but when I set it down on top of her other one, it made her even tighter. Plus, it freed up my hand to reach around and play with her left boob. I pinched and squeezed the nipple as I fucked her, thinking maybe I could make her cum one last time.

I quickly realized that wasn't going to happen. It was a minor miracle that I'd lasted this long, but I felt my orgasm start at the tips of my toes and work its way north. I managed to go another 10 seconds before I couldn't hang on any longer. I rapidly pulled out of her, and she lifted her leg again as I unleashed torrents of cum all over her pussy, her inner thighs, and her pelvis. I had no idea how long I'd cum in her mouth before, but this felt even longer.

"You could have cum inside me, you know," she said. "It's not like you can get me pregnant."

"I know," I said. "That's not my place, though."

That wasn't all of it. I hadn't cum in Taylor despite ample opportunities to do so, and I hadn't cum in Beth the one time we'd had sex so far. That was out of respect for their relationship. I had no idea what the three of us were yet, but it suddenly felt wrong to even entertain the thought with someone besides those two.

When my cock was finally done, I backed up a little so she could lay her leg down on the bed. I sat up and noticed that in addition to everywhere else, a couple of shots had landed on the underside of her abdomen. That, too, seemed a bit wrong to me, so I quickly grabbed a towel from the bathroom and mopped up the mess.

Once she was clean, instead of getting up immediately, I lazily kissed her thighs, her hips and her pubic bone. Without thinking, I continued up over her stomach, trailing tender kisses and licks up over her bump until I reached her chest. I veered off to the right and kissed from her elbow up to her shoulder before finally sagging into the bed next to her.

When I finally looked at her, tears were streaming from her eyes.

"Hey," I said. "You ok?"

She nodded. "I just... you're being so gentle and tender with me, almost loving..."

I nodded back. "You deserve it."

"I know that," she said. "It just... for a minute there, while you were kissing my stomach... anyone watching us who didn't know any better would think you're the one who put her there."

That was a touch awkward, but I thought I understood where she was going, and a second later, she confirmed it.

"And I can't even get the guy who did to give me a second look."

She started crying again, and I pulled her against my shoulder and stroked her hair.

"I'm sorry, Travis," she said. "My hormones are out of control. I know you didn't sign up for this."

"Who says I didn't?" I asked. "I'm in bed with a beautiful, naked woman. That's pretty much exactly what I signed up for."

"But not the rest of this," she said.

"I'm not just a cock attached to a body, Sandy," I laughed. "I have feelings and emotions, too, and I'm capable of empathy. No, I'm not in love with you. But I like you, I respect you, and I recognize you for what you are -- a lovely, good-hearted woman who wants and needs emotional, mental and, yes, physical love. I can't begin to fill all those roles, but I can at least do my best to make you feel special."

"I do," she said. "Tonight, I do feel special. This is the best night I've had since I found out I was pregnant."

"Listen to me," I said. "You told me earlier you didn't have a reason to shave until tonight. That's bullshit, OK? If you like it bald down there, then do it. Not because you have a date with a guy from school, and not because your dumbass husband might come to his senses and notice. Do it because you want to, because you like the way it makes you feel. I saw you around the building last semester, before you got pregnant, and I've seen you since. You're a confident woman who dresses and acts however you want to. Be that person."

"I'll try," she said. "I just... don't know what to do about my husband."

This conversation was odd. Here I was, in bed with a naked woman -- a naked woman I was about to ravage again in a few minutes -- trying to help her fix her marriage. Still, it was the right thing to do.

"You still love him, right?" She nodded. "He still loves you?" She nodded again, this time more forcefully. "Then sit his ass down and have a 'come to Jesus' talk."

"What do you mean?"

"You said at dinner earlier, that you thought it was an unspoken agreement that the extracurricular stuff wouldn't come at the expense of your sexual relationship, right?"

She nodded.

"Then it's time to speak it, Sandy," I said.

"I shouldn't have to," she protested.

"No," I agreed. "I shouldn't have to go to class every day, either, but my asshole professors insist." I chuckled as I brushed my hand across her shoulder. "So, if I want my grades, I have to."

She just stared back at me.

"Look, Sandy, this may come as a shock to you, but you married a guy," I said, and she busted up laughing. "Granted, from what little I know, he's not on the cover of our recruiting brochure, but he's one of us all the same. And when a guy has everything he wants, he puts blinders on, blinders that prevent him from seeing how having everything he wants might hurt others."

It wasn't lost on me that, as much as it applied to Sandy's husband, what I was saying also applied to me.

"Right now, he's out there having sex with someone who's not his wife, for the first time in a long time. It's a fresh, new experience, and he's loving it."

"That, I can understand," she said, reaching for my sticky, flaccid cock and stroking it gently.

"I'm glad," I said, hefting one of her breasts and lightly pinching the nipple. "But the best part, for him, is that he's not even cheating on you. He has permission! So right now, he's in this perfect world, where he can have sex with whomever he wants and come home to his loving wife, who's perfectly fine with it."

"Wait," she said. "So you're saying he doesn't even know I'm upset?"

"Most likely, yes," I said. "I'm not saying he shouldn't realize that, but he's got tunnel vision right now. If I'm rolling down the highway, with the perfect song on the radio, the weather's great, there's no traffic... I might not realize I'm going 20 over the speed limit until the blue lights flash."

I could see realization in her expression.

"So tell him," I said. "Tell him he's putting out fires all over town while his own house is burning. Tell him he's giving things to other women that he needs to be giving you first. Hell, if you have to, tell him you're revoking his hall pass until he starts taking care of you."

"I don't know if I want to do that," she said, licking her lips. "I had a lot of fun tonight."

"I did, too," I agreed. "But if your husband was handling his business, we wouldn't be here."

"Probably not," she said. "I can't screw the lid back on now, though. You've shown me how great it can be."

"Then use your own hall pass occasionally, if you want," I said. "But you wouldn't do it at his expense. So don't let him do it at yours."

She regarded me carefully for a minute.

"You know, for a guy who's rumored to have pretty loose morals, you're a pretty compassionate guy," she said.

"I don't have loose morals," I said. "I just don't have a problem sleeping with a lot of women. I don't lie to them. I don't hurt them. I'm not in the habit of making promises to them, but if I do, I sure as hell keep them."

It sounded a lot like I was trying to convince myself, but thankfully, Sandy didn't see that.

"So what about you?" she asked. "Are we going to do this again?"

"I don't know," I said. "It's possible, but there are some other things going on right now."

She laughed. "Taylor?"

"She's one of 'em," I said.

"I thought she was with Beth?" she asked. "How do you fit in?"

"She is, and right now, I have no idea," I said. She was still stroking my cock, and it was semi-hard. Her nipples were swollen again, and I licked my lips. "I have some other ideas, though."

"Ooh, you're ready to go again," she giggled.

"Again and again, and again," I agreed. "I have three classes in the morning," I paused to lick the closest nipple, "but one of those is yours."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's canceled," she laughed. "I don't think I'm going to get much sleep tonight."

We did it three more times -- once in the shower, once with her bent over the desk, and once with her lying on her back with her feet dangling off the edge of the bed. I fucked those impressive tits one more time and ate her to two more orgasms. I came twice more, and Sandy lost count of hers after a while.

Finally, we slept, but only until my alarm went off at 5 a. m. We quickly got dressed and drove back to campus, but only so she could get her car -- she'd officially canceled the class via e-mail on the way over. It was still dark when I dropped her off, so she leaned in the window for one more long, steamy kiss.

I drove back to my house, deciding to blow off my other two classes to get some sleep. Beth, Taylor and I were going to get together tonight to work on a project for our soccer coaching class, and I was very much looking forward to that.

When I got into my room, I grabbed the notebook from my dresser and drew a line through Sandy's name and her class. I opened an e-mail to the frat, but as I typed in the information, something made me stop.

I just couldn't do it right now.

I was in a sleep-deprived fog. I knew when I woke up, I'd be able to think more clearly about it. I collapsed onto my bed and almost immediately drifted off to sleep.

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