J Watson: Weekend wife

Gayle knew she could order Doug Sandoval from her room and he would go. But she also knew that it would make him angry at Mark and then Mark and Alan would be angry at her. She could remember too well the cruel glint in Mark's eyes. Mark would be capable of hurting her very badly if he wanted to.

"Was he playing a joke?" Doug asked again.

"No," Gayle said with a sigh. "He wasn't playing a joke."

"Good," Doug said. "You know, I've always thought you were a fine-looking woman. I really was surprised when Mark came to me this evening and said you were willing."

He finished stripping off his clothes and stretched out on the bed beside her. He had a thin, white body. He was not the sort of man that Gayle would have chosen for a bed partner. She allowed her hand to brush against his cock. He had a strong cock and it was already rigid. She ran her fingers across the length of his prick. He was not meaty but he was large. He would be able to give her a passable fucking.

"Ummm," he said. "You have very soft hands, Gayle. I've dreamed about you doing this."

"Surely you can't mean that," Gayle said. "With all of those good-looking young coeds wanting, good grades. I bet if you just suggested a little trade."

"But that wouldn't be ethical," Doug protested.

"Shit," Gayle said. "Who cares about ethics when you're horny? And brother, do you feel horny!"

"I am," he admitted. "My wife is a very cold woman. She doesn't understand me."

"Oh shit," Gayle said again. "That line went out with old burlesque. Just shut up, Professor. Shut up and enjoy yourself."

He took her cue and started to play with one of her breasts. He stroked her through the flimsy material until her nipples grew hard.

"That's nice, Professor," Gayle cooed. "Why not take all that material away?"

He lifted her nightgown to her shoulders. Her huge tits were bared before his eyes and he began to pant. He put both hands on her tits and began to squeeze them.

"I'm not bread dough, Professor," she complained. "Why not kiss them? They love to be kissed."

Doug dropped his head and kissed one rosy-red nipple. He couldn't believe his good fortune. He had been telling the truth when he called his wife cold. She had been a poor partner in the beginning of their relationship and she had gradually become worse.

Doug had been going out of his mind for a long time with all the sweet-looking nookie around college, and he had the ice-maiden at home for a wife. How he had wanted to pull up some of those sweet young things shirts and plant his whopper between their legs.

But somehow he had never gathered up enough nerve. He knew that some of his fellow professors scored with the girls. This wasn't the only time that he had scored, but there had only been one other.

As he sucked in Gayle's creamy flesh, he remembered the other girl he had been unfaithful with. He remembered her with a mixture of pleasure and shame. Oddly enough, the girl had been a virgin.

Her name had been Janice and she had been a homely little girl who had worked for him. He had been doing some biology papers and he'd hired Janice to do the typing. Janice was a freshman. She wore glasses and clothes that were out of style.

Doug didn't know why he had first been attracted to Janice. Perhaps it was just the long hours of working together so closely. Usually it was at night, after his classes.

He was thinking about the cute blonde in his first class while he dictated to Janice. He found his cock growing hard and he didn't like the prospect of trying to get his wife into bed. He had taken off his glasses and was taking a long look at Janice. Perhaps it was true what they said about these homely girls being fantastic creatures in the, sack.

He thought she'd be easy, because Janice had often looked at him with adoring eyes. He studied her. That evening she had worn a short skirt that showed off her skinny legs, and a loose-fitting blouse. He wondered what her tits were like.

He stopped his dictation.

"Janice," he said.

"Yes, Professor?"

"You must get awfully bored sitting in here night after night."

"Oh no, sir," she protested.

"But you must. Doesn't your boyfriend object to all these late hours?"

Janice actually blushed. Doug hadn't seen a girl blush in a long time.

"I don't have a boyfriend, sir," she said.

"What!" Doug tried to sound shocked. "A pretty girl like you doesn't have a boyfriend?"

"I'm not really pretty, sir," she said, "it's nice of you to say that but I know the truth."

"Janice…" Doug made his voice consoling. "You shouldn't run yourself down. You have a lot of nice features. Very attractive features."

He could tell she was pleased at his compliment. She looked down at the floor but her face was blushing red again. Her fingers rubbed her knee nervously.

"I really don't, sir," she said.

"Sure you do," he insisted. "You have very nice xxs and also nice legs. At least, what I can see of your legs."

He had been more confident with Janice than with any girl in his entire life. He knew he could fuck her. It made him feel good, it gave him a feeling of power.

"You shouldn't be talking like that, sir," Janice said. "You shouldn't talk about my legs."

"Why not?" he asked.

"It just isn't very nice."

"Me you ashamed of your legs?"

"No."

"Then why shouldn't I talk about them?"

Janice ripped a piece of paper out of her typewriter and dropped it into the trashcan. Her face had grown sullen. She grabbed her purse and stood up like she was leaving.

"Don't leave," Doug said.

"You're making fun of me."

"No I'm not," he said. "I really do think you have nice legs."

She started walking toward the door but he followed. He took her by the arm. She tried to jerk it away but she didn't try hard. He slowly pulled her into his arms.

"I think you have a nice body," he said. "Why don't you show me more of it?"

"No," Janice said. "I'm ugly. You don't want to see me."

"You're not ugly, Janice. Let me see your body. Let me look at you."

She pulled away from him. For a moment he thought she really was going to leave and then she shrugged her shoulders. Her hands went to the top button of her blouse and she slowly undid it. She pulled the two parts of her blouse away to reveal two small breasts encased in a bra.

"See," Janice said. "I don't have anything."

"But you do," Doug insisted. "Let me help you off with the rest of it."

He put his arms around her shoulders and dropped his hands to the clasp on her bra. She stood, as if frozen, as he unhooked the bra and let the two halves fall apart. He pulled it off her soft white shoulders.

Her tits were really not bad for such a skinny girl. He heard her gasp as he bent his head and sucked one of her luscious nipples into her mouth. She fought to push him away.

"No," she said. "You were just going to look."

He sucked in more of her tittie flesh and began to fondle the other nipple with his free hand. She fought him for a few minutes more and then she seemed to shudder and relax.

He knew then that there was nothing he couldn't do to her. He dropped his hand to the hem of her skirt and hiked it up. She was wearing flimsy blue panties and he pulled them down her legs. She stepped out of them.

"Please," she said. "Please don't hurt me."

"I'm not going to hurt you, baby," he said. "I'm just going to fuck you."

He cleared the things away from his desk and fucked her on the top. She wasn't a bad fuck considering her skinny legs and ass. She was also a virgin. She felt tight going in and the friction of her cunt made him explode almost immediately.

He got up and wiped himself off with a Kleenex. She was sobbing softly.

"That's all right, Janice," he said. "It's all right. Now you're broken in for some nice boy."