Heather Brown - Hot and wild wife

Bolstered by our common emotion, hand in hand we walked briskly toward the Cooperman Complex, buoying up each other's confidence. Anybody who had seen us would have been sure we were a typical campus couple, coming from studying late at the library on the eve of mid-terms.

In the complex lobby we stopped while Lenny stooped over and got a drink of water. I fidgeted while I waited itching to get this over with.

What kind of man was Lenny's lover? I imagined a soft, chubby, weak-chinned man, incongruously outfitted with the big dick Lenny had mentioned, trying to bide from the world that he was a queen while his secret was written all over him.

The confrontation would be pitiful, I was sure. However, hurting somebody's feelings was the lesser evil to failing to be true to oneself. Lenny was just a kid with his whole life in front of him. For him to tie up the rest of his life in being gay when he now lusted for cunt would be an abomination. His lover would survive. He'd find another cock to suck on the sly. Leo had told me plenty about what students would do for a passing grade.

"Which wing is your, uh, friend in?" I asked.

"Philosophy."

Automatically I turned ninety degrees and started toward the appropriate, corridor, pulling Lenny with me.

"Are you a student here?" he said with surprise. "A teacher?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know the way."

Of course I did. Leo was a Professor of Medieval Philosophy.

"Oh… well… I, uh, audited a course here once," I lied.

He nodded his head, accepting my fib, and led me down the hall. I wondered if coincidence was so rampant that Leo would be actually working late tonight instead of shacking up with his coed. When we passed his office – 302 – I would take a quick look under the door and see if his light was on.

The further we walked down the hall the more excited I got. My heart was in my throat, my pulse throbbing wildly. The irony of what was happening was like a physical stimulus, making beads of sweat pop out on my forehead.

In the 200's I had to stop to catch my breath.

"Is there anything wrong?" Lenny asked as I pulled him to a halt. "Scared?"

I nodded my head. Then I changed my mind and shook it. "No, not scared," I said. "More like excited. More like when you open his door something incredible is going to happen. I can't explain it, I just feel that way."

"Well, I'm just plain scared," Lenny admitted. "This isn't going to be easy. There's no telling what he'll do."

"What could he do?"

"Keep me from graduating by flunking me in his class."

"But he couldn't do that," I said. "After all, you're an All-American football player. The school wouldn't let you be treated so unfairly. You've probably made thousands of dollars for them with the football team."

"That's just the point," he said ruefully.

"I don't understand…"

"Football season is over," he said despondently, "and my eligibility is used up. I'm not worth a plugged nickel to the school now."

I didn't know what to do, seeing the new love of my life so miserable. "You could make it up if he failed you," I tried to reassure him. "Anyway, you don't need a degree to play pro ball."

"That's just it," he said.

"What?"

"I don't want to just play pro ball. I want to teach mentally retarded children in the off season and I need a degree to get a job. If I don't have it I might as well be a high school dropout."

Again it struck me how accurate Leo had been in his assessment of this kid – Lenny was unbelievably sensitive and deep. Where ordinarily I might have been impatient with his indecision, under the circumstances I found it charming. It just made me all that much surer that I was madly in love with him.

I tried to think of something to settle Lenny down. Then, like a glowing lightbulb, an idea popped into my head.

"Didn't you say this guy pretends to be straight?" I asked.

"Yes," Lenny answered. "He even has a wife."

"Great," I exulted.

Lenny couldn't understand my enthusiasm, shaking his head sadly like he was sure his last ally had gone crazy.

"Don't you see," I said, "you've got him over a barrel. If he gives you any trouble we'll threaten to tell the Dean. Well threaten to tell his wife."

He scratched his head, thinking over what I'd said.

"What do you think?" I asked anxiously.

"Maybe it'll work," he said pensively. "After all, he's told me a lot of times that his wife's a real bitch. He said we could shack up permanently, except that if he left her, his wife would take him to the cleaners. Wipe him out financially, and probably tell the Dean he's gay. Like I say, she's supposed to be a real first class bitch."

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's go see the man, Tiger. Where's his office?"

"It's in the 300's," Lenny said, leading me by the hand down the hall.

The coincidence of this was mind-boggling. Not only was Lenny's lover in the same building as Leo, his office was also in the 300's. I wondered if they knew each other. Wondering if Leo had guessed the guy was gay, I tried to remember any faculty members whom Leo had mentioned might be queer.

While I was still thinking, Lenny stopped walking. Deep in thought, I ran in to him, bouncing against his muscles.

"Here we are," he said, a tremor in his voice.

Shit, I thought. I'd forgotten to check out the light under Leo's door.

Then I looked up and saw 302 right in front of me. The light was on underneath. Leo was in there.

God, was the power of coincidence so great that we were going to confront Lenny's homosexual lover in the office next door to my husband? What if we made too much noise and Leo listened through the wall? I wanted him to find out I was leaving him in a little classier fashion than that.

"Which one is he in," I asked, "300 or 304? I don't see a light under either door."

"302," Lenny said and opened the door.

The next thing I knew I was looking straight into Leo's face!

I had been right in assuming he had been having an affair with a student. Where I had been wrong was in assuming it was a girl. My husband was a closet queen!

"What are you doing here?" Leo gasped. Which one of us was he talking about? Before I could think of anything to say, Lenny blurted, "Leo, I'm leaving you."

The way Leo's face suddenly dropped and he turned pale I realized which one of us was more important to him. His reaction to Lenny's announcement was as though I didn't exist, let alone standing just halfway across a room from him.

Tears welled in Leo's eyes, magnified into flood proportions by the thick lenses of his glasses. He turned away from us and walked toward his desk.

"Are you all right, Leo?" Lenny asked nervously.

"Yes… yes…" Leo gulped, shakingly opening the desk drawer. "I've got something for you to remember me by."

When he emerged from behind the desk I saw that he had a letter opener in his hand and wondered what he was going to do with it.

Then I noticed he'd done something else while he was behind the desk. His fly was wide open.

Before either Lenny or I could act, Leo had whipped his cock out of his pants and was holding the dagger-like letter opener to it. His prick was hardening by the second, growing in a long, stiff column.

"Take this with you!" Leo cried, pressing the blade against his prick. "I've got no use for it anymore if you're leaving me!"

Unbelievably, he started sawing against the root of his pulsing shaft, trying to cut off his dick in his anguish. By now his cock was completely erect, standing out farther than I'd ever seen it in our five years of married life.

I looked to Lenny to stop Leo. But he was stunned, staring goggle-eyed at Leo's self-defilement. If anybody was going to do anything it would have to be me.