A Wild Summer Serving a Trophy Wife’s Many Naughty Needs - Part 10

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Under the stars in the back of Sarah's truck, Lucas gets the details of her freshman year dalliance with a professor and finds himself awash in pleasure as she talks about the joys of having sex with a fit older man that new how to please her.

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Sarah ran her fingers under Lucas's t-shirt and caressed his stomach, slowly inching her way towards his chest as she cuddled a little closer and kissed his neck.

"What are you thinking about?" she whispered.

That question didn't always come with an answer, but Lucas had one on that particular evening. "Your professor."

Sarah moaned softly, leaving Lucas to wonder if she'd just recalled a fond memory of her professor - whom she'd spent most of her freshman year having sex with - or if she liked that he was thinking about a previous sexual relationship of hers.

"What about him?" she asked.

Lucas searched for a concise answer, but he failed in that quest. "I feel like I want to know everything."

Sarah straddled him and Lucas looked up and noted that she looked especially beautiful in the moonlight. He could hear the stream trickling by, too, and despite the gentle discomfort of lying in the bed of her truck, it was a moment that had all the trappings of classic romance, only he'd just asked her to tell him about the sexual relationship she'd had with another man.

"His name was Mark, though at first I knew him as Professor Sanders. As you know, he taught social sciences. He was young - for a professor - and handsome and you could tell that he worked out. His shirts weren't skin tight or anything, but he had broad shoulders and great posture and it seemed obvious that there was a really great body underneath his slacks and button ups."

"Was there?" Lucas asked.

Sarah smiled and slid her hips forward before slowly dragging them backwards. "There was," she answered. "It was one of the best things about being with him, actually. It might have been the reason I stayed with him until the end of the year. There's just something...well, it's hard to describe, but there's something so thrilling about a man with a strong, muscular body crawling on top of you, parting your legs, and sliding himself into you."

Had Lucas not spent part of his summer indulging in unexpectedly kinky pleasures with Mrs. Bannister, he might have found his erection quite distressing. Instead, he let the arousal wash over him and pulled Sarah close for a kiss. Her tongue wandered into his mouth and he briefly sucked on it before offering his own. Her hips continued to move back and forth, though at a slow enough pace that it seemed she intended on sharing quite a few of the details of her sexual journey with an older man.

"How did you end up...I mean, how does a relationship like that start?" he asked.

Sarah sat up and Lucas ran his hands under her t-shirt and over her stomach. She smiled as he made his way to her breasts, cupping them through the surprisingly delicate-feeling material of her bra. He wondered if he'd seen it before or if she'd worn something new for their date. It would be a nice surprise when her shirt finally came off, though Lucas was in no rush.

"At first it was just a lot of eye contact," she said. "I honestly didn't know that he was giving me special attention until a few weeks in. I just thought he made lots of eye contact with everyone. Then one of my friends pointed out that he seemed to have a crush on me. I told her she was insane, of course, and despite the fact that he was attractive I didn't really feel much of anything towards him."

"So what changed?"

She looked away like she was embarrassed. "It's sort of silly, but I actually felt flattered by the attention that I hadn't known I was getting. So many of the girls in class wanted him. I'd hear them talking about him on the way out. I don't know if any of them were actually serious, but it seemed like he wanted me over all these other girls and I just...I liked that. I didn't start dressing differently or trying to flirt with him or anything because I really didn't have any interest in actually, you know, fucking him, but I did start enjoying his class a little more. I started paying closer attention. I studied a little harder."

"And how did it go from eye contact to something more?"

Sarah leaned down and they shared a long, slow, deep kiss of the sort that someone initiates because they want you to know that they really, really like you, and beyond that, that they crave you.

"You're an incredible kisser," Lucas said.

"Mark said the same thing after our first kiss."

Lucas experienced a surge of pleasure that was deepened by Sarah dragging her hips backwards and generating a wealth of friction over the head of his cock.

"The kiss came a little later, though. It was a small class and Mark liked to meet one-on-one with every student outside of class. It's possible that he was using those meetings as a way of trying to find a student to fuck - he might not have been a great guy, let's be honest - but it's also possible he just liked trying to connect with his students to ensure they had as fruitful a year as possible. I don't really know. I just know that we connected in that meeting. We were at a coffee shop so there wasn't any obvious flirting or touching or anything like that, but it did feel like a first date."

She kissed his neck and Lucas ran his hands down Sarah's back and grabbed his ass through her denim shorts.

"Afterwards, when we were on the sidewalk in front of the coffee shop, he asked me if I wanted to meet him again the next week. He said there was a park nearby with a small botanical garden that he'd love to show me."

"He asked you on a date?"

"He did. I said yes. We spent two hours in the garden. That's where we had our first kiss. That's also where he explained that he was married, that he didn't normally kiss his students - I'm not sure if that was true - but that he felt something for me that he couldn't deny."

Lucas ran his hands under her shirt and lifted it over Sarah's head, revealing a semi-sheer black bra that looked both sexy and expensive. He'd never seen it before. He suspected she hadn't worn it to work, either, and he liked that she'd changed into something special for their date.

"Wow," he said. "Sarah, this is so fucking sexy."

"Yeah? I bought it just for you."

He kissed her fiercely and she moaned into his mouth. Lucas imagined it was the reaction she'd been looking for, one of pure passion and desire, one of lust driven by both her beauty and the gift - of sorts - that she'd given him by buying and wearing such an absurdly sexy bra.

She sat up, ran her fingers through her hair, and smiled before grasping her breasts through the bra and slowly grinding back and forth on his crotch.

"Mark used to buy me things like this," she said. "Things to wear for him. Things that turned him on. I loved the way he'd look at me when I wore something he liked. I loved how turned on he'd get."

Lucas grabbed her ass and urged her to move a little faster over his crotch. Sarah resisted, though, doing so with a smile as she grabbed his hands and pulled them from her backside. She placed one on her breast and brought the other to her mouth, taking his index finger between her lips and sucking slowly.

"Does that feel good?" she asked.

"Yes."

This time, two fingers disappeared into her mouth. Sarah closed her eyes and swirled her tongue around them as she sucked. She moaned, too, and the rocking of her hips continued, generating increasing pleasure via friction.

"After our date in the botanical garden he proposed that we meet at a hotel a few days later," she said. “I wasn't naive. I'd had sex before. I knew what he wanted."

"Is it what you wanted?"

Sarah nodded. "Surprisingly, yes. I'd gone from not being the slightest bit interested in him to wanting him very badly, in that deep kind of way where your whole body feels it."

"That's how I feel about you."

Her smile could have lit up a room. "Yeah?"

"All the time."

Sarah unbuttoned her shorts and guided his fingers into them. He was inside her a moment later, bathed in her heat and wetness as she rocked her hips once more. This time, though, she was also rocking her clit against his fingers and generating what he hoped was blissful friction for herself.

"What was the first time like?" he asked.

"I was so nervous. He'd booked a really nice hotel, though. The nicest I'd ever stayed in. I remember wondering how he could afford it on a professor's salary, but I later found out his wife had family money. Looking back, it's a little gross that he was effectively using his wife's money to cheat on her, but I wasn't thinking about any of that at the time."

"What were you thinking about?"

Sarah looked away for a moment and Lucas noted how beautiful she looked in profile. He slipped his fingers deeper inside her, bringing her attention back to him as she moaned and began to ride him a little faster.

"The previous few nights I’d masturbated to the idea of having sex with him," she said. "I was all in. I was nervous as hell, but that was mostly because I was worried I'd be a disappointment to him, somehow. I wore a nice bra and panty set and a sundress. He was in the room when I got there. He looked so good in jeans and a t-shirt. It was casual but the shirt was tight enough that you could really see his body."

Lucas pulled her close and they kissed as he unhooked her bra. He cupped her bare breasts and then his lips found her neck, her shoulder, her chest, and finally her breasts. Sarah ran her fingers through his hair and moaned as he sucked on her nipple, flicking his tongue over it in a slow, deliberate manner like she'd told him she loved.

"We talked for a little while. Then we made out. Then we undressed each other. I remember how hard my heart was pounding as I took his cock in my hand. He was already hard and he played with my tits as I stroked him. He told me how beautiful I was. He told me how badly he wanted me, how he'd felt something for me - something he couldn't explain - from the day I walked into his classroom. He told me he couldn't believe we were actually there, we were actually naked together, we were actually going to have sex."

She shifted her body so Lucas could suck on her other nipple and he did so while imagining Sarah stroking an older man's cock while her pussy gushed with desire for him.

"The first time was incredible, Lucas. It was just missionary, but I came really hard. Mark did too. I can still remember the way his body tensed up right before he came, the way his muscles seemed to grow, the way it felt to run my hands over him as he unleashed while deep inside me. I think it was the first genuinely great sexual experience of my life, which is probably why it stands out so much in my memory."

Lucas worked her shorts off. It took some time, but eventually he had his hands on her ass. He squeezed hard while she ground her crotch over his, spreading the precum that had leaked out of him over his cock head and underwear and making a delightful mess that proved just how turned on he was.

"We fucked three times that night," she said. "I gave him a blowjob for the first time, too, though I didn't make him cum in my mouth. It was foreplay, I suppose. He didn't ask for it or suggest it. He even said I didn't have to as I moved between his legs. I wanted to, though. The first orgasm he'd given me had been so good that I felt compelled to suck his cock. I'm really not sure why, I just did. I wanted, I guess, to show him that I was the kind of girl that would make sure he felt good."

There was something about that notion that drove Lucas wild with desire. He liked the idea of Sarah putting in effort to make someone else feel good. He loved the idea of her body - all of it - bringing someone else pleasure. He couldn't understand why those notions drove him wild with desire, but there was no question they did.

"Did you ever feel, I don't know, taken advantage of?" Lucas asked.

"No. I wouldn't argue that he was a good guy - he was cheating on his wife, after all - but he didn't take advantage of me. We had lots of good sex. I had lots and lots of orgasms. I learned a lot, too. I mean, it was kind of a classic version of that sort of thing. He taught me a lot about sex and my body. He bought me pretty things. I stayed at nice hotels. We even went away for a weekend once. I have literally no regrets about it."

Her smile made Lucas think that she was telling the truth, as it seemed to indicate that she was, in that moment, reliving a rather lovely memory of her time with her professor.

"Do I really make you feel better than he does?" Lucas asked, referring to something Sarah had said to Mr. Bannister in the bar a few days ago.

Sarah scooted back and Lucas figured she was about to take his shorts off, but instead she grabbed his legs and pulled until he was on his back, his head no longer resting against the pillows she'd set up in the truck bed. Sarah then crawled forward until she was astride his face. She pulled her panties aside, lowered her pussy to his mouth, put a hand on his head, and moaned as he immediately put his tongue to work.

"I wasn't just saying that for Mr. Bannister's benefit," she said between moans. "I wasn't as effusive as I could have been about Mark's ability to pleasure me, but you do make me feel better than my professor did, Lucas. You make me cum harder. You're more talented that you should be, given your status as a virgin before I fucked you, but you make me feel things Mark never did."

She grasped her bare breasts and Lucas took a moment to marvel at the fact that he was eating pussy in the middle of the woods on a Friday night. His life had gotten so much more interesting that summer and it filled him with an unyielding sense of happiness that he hoped would never fade.

Sarah climaxed while riding his face and it seemed to go on for a blissfully long time. She dropped her hips lower and her pussy opened over his mouth and lips, spreading slick juices over his skin while he pushed his tongue as deep inside her as he could, soaking up the taste of her desire.

Then, when she'd finished, Sarah guided a pillow under his head and laid next to Lucas. She kissed and licked his face clean before wiping it with her t-shirt, all while the sounds of crickets, cicadas, and the stream filled the air, driving home the point that Lucas was living his best life.

"We stopped using protection a month after he first fucked me," Sarah said as she unzipped Lucas's pants and pulled his cock free. "He asked if I was on the pill. He asked if I'd be okay with him not using condoms as long as he got tested to show he was clean. I didn't hesitate to let him have me without a condom. I'd never done that before and I wanted to try it."

"Did it feel good?"

"It was incredible, Lucas. He liked it better. He fucked me harder. I liked being fucked hard by Mark. I liked having his muscular body on top of mine. I liked feeling enveloped in him as he fucked me, his arms around me, his body so much bigger than mine. I liked feeling like I was the reason for his pleasure, for his good moods when he came to class, for the burst of happiness he felt every time he had me. Of course, I really liked cumming on his cock, too."

Lucas moaned and his hips pushed upwards. Sarah tightened her grip on his cock and stroked him.

"As I was riding your face, Lucas...I thought about my professor, about him cumming inside me. I thought about how I've fed you some of your cum, about how you seem to like eating it, about how you have this kinky part of you that seems to be up for anything."

Lucas sensed where she was going and the anticipatory pleasure of it made his cock throb.

Sarah kissed his neck and then straddled him. His cock disappeared into the wet, hot confines of her pussy and she rested her hands on his chest and began to ride him slowly.

"I thought about how hot it would be if...if I fucked my professor and then...if somehow you were there, Lucas, if you were there to offer your mouth, your face, for a ride. If I could feed you my professor's load...if I could ride your mouth after he fucked me..."

Lucas saw her impending orgasm. It was obvious on her face. It was obvious in the stiffness of her nipples. It was obvious in her moans.

"I would have done it. If somehow you and I were dating at college, if you were fucking your professor, if you wanted to ride my face with a pussy full of his cum...I would have done it!"

Lucas's moans of pleasure drowned out the cicadas and crickets and stream. They even drowned out Sarah's moans as she came with him, as her body trembled from a powerful climax while he unleashed his load in her pussy, while he enjoyed the same pleasure her professor had enjoyed so many times during her freshman year.

Sarah leaned down, kissed his neck, and moaned like a woman who was truly, deeply satisfied. "I know you would have done it, Lucas," she whispered. "You would have eaten his cum. You would have eaten Mr. Banniter's cum if I'd fucked him. You'd do damn near anything for me because you're kinky, because you're devoted to my pleasure, to exploring your pleasure through mine. That's why you make me cum harder than my professor ever did, Lucas. You're a much better fit for me."

He squeezed her ass hard and she moaned and moved her pussy a little, grinding her clit into him.

"Will you sit on my face right now?" he asked.

"I'd love to. Will you clean your cum out of me?"

He smiled. "I'd love to."

She lifted her pussy, dragged her hips forward, and sat on his face. Lucas cleaned her and made her cum. Twice, in fact. He thought of it being someone else's cum inside her and he got so turned on that he was sporting another erection by the time he'd finished licking his mess out of her.

They'd fuck again, but Sarah had more to tell him about her time with her professor, so she regaled Lucas with tales of sex in beautiful hotel rooms, trysts at the professor's house while his wife was out of town, blowjobs in cars, a sex-filled weekend getaway, and so much more, leaving him in a state of intense desire that would end with them fucking in missionary and him blowing his load deep inside her before she pushed him between her legs to clean her, to lick her clit, to make her cum a few more times before they drove home.