I turned and made my way down the hall, feeling warm all over. This
morning when I came for my lecture, I had decided to dress sexy,
wearing a skirt cut at a level nearly three inches above my knees. It
was only when I noticed my young students glancing down at me during
the lecture that I realised just how much of my legs was exposed.
Somewhat I found their attention rather flattering and did nothing to
adjust my skirt. To be admired by younger men was pleasing in a way I
had not previously known. It was intensely flattering.

Later during the day, I stopped at the canteen. Most of the students
usually met there for a snack. Ahead of me was a young guy who seemed
very cute. I was aware of him looking sideways at me and again I felt
flattered by the attention. He was much younger than me but as I looked
at him I began to appreciate that he was handsome and good-looking. He
was Roshan. I had overheard my colleagues talk about him in the
staffroom. He is believed to be quite a ladies' man. It was exciting to
be looked at in such a way and especially by a man who was not only
younger but also obviously very experienced in the ways of the world.

I walked up to him and deliberately leaned against him as I reached for
a pastry. My body rubbed against his arm, and he looked at me with
surprise in his eyes.

After I collected my coffee, I proceeded to sit at an empty table close
to where the other students had gathered. Every time I looked up, they
were looking in my direction. Roshan was with them and it was him that
interested me. I decided to see how much more of his attention I could
get. I shifted my legs, crossing and uncrossing them always looking out
of the corner of my eye for his reaction. Each time I uncrossed my legs
two or three of the guys would steal a look at me, eyes focused at my
lap. My nipples became erect instantly.

I parted my legs just a bit, pretending not to notice their reaction.
One of the guys elbowed another then all of them turned their attention
to my crotch. I purposely spread my legs further, and then quickly
crossed my legs. They were all in a trance; they didn't even notice
that I was now looking directly at them. So I uncrossed my legs again
this time sliding forward a bit in my chair causing my dress to ride up
my thighs. My heart was pounding with excitement, as the young men
continued to stare at me hoping that I would expose more flesh.
Innocently I dropped my hand to my thigh and gently caressed my inner
thigh. The guys were totally focused on my actions.

Then I teased some more, running my hand up my thigh, and continued to
watch their reactions. I took my finger and slid it in under my dress;
the excitement was driving me wild. The guys were practically drooling.
I pretended to be startled at my action and pulled the hem of my dress
down covering myself quickly. I stood to gather my belongings feeling a
bit flush, I turned my back to where Roshan then bent forward picking
up my packages, making sure I held the position long enough. Then I
grabbed my purse leaving my half ate pastry and headed out of the
canteen. Walking past the students I looked over my shoulder and sure
enough Roshan had his eyes fixed on me as I strolled by.

Later in the safety of my room, I tried to compose myself. My breathing
was ragged and I was shaking. What had come over me? I was a teacher
and married woman and had no right to flirt with my students. Yet this
was more than I could cope with. Working all day with good looking
young males and all the time feeling their stares on me was something
that I found hard to resist.

My husband was like me also a lecturer and we enjoyed a good
relationship. Yet there seemed to be a physical awareness that was
missing in my life, as though in some way my life was incomplete. I
felt that the ongoing game I played with my students made my feel
powerful, in control. In a way it convinced me that I was still young
and desirable.

I decided to go to the bathroom to have a bath. Perhaps that would help
calm my nerves.

Moments later as I walked into my room towards the bed, feling
refreshed. I was suddenly grabbed from behind as a hand covered my
mouth. I would never forget the sensation as long as I live. I didn't
know what to do. In a hoarse whisper I was instructed not to yell or
scream.

I knew I had to respond. My heart was pounding and I was finding it hard
to breathe.

Slowly he took his hand off of my mouth and brought it to rest lightly
upon my shoulders before I felt him slide lazily down the length of my
arms. He touched my fingers briefly before placing his hands upon my
hips. My body stiffened from fear. I knew instinctively who it was.

His hands continued to slide slowly from my hips to move over the outer
line of my legs and eventually come to rest on my thigh.

"God! You've got beautiful legs," he whispered.

All this while I had remainded motionless not sure what I was supposed
to do, and afraid to make any brusque movement that might lead to dire
consequences. I however started to realise that his words and the
gentle caress of his fingertips tracing faint circular patterns against
the rounded face of my thighs were surprisingly not unpleasant.

With his lips, he touched the side of my head before drawing them slowly
sideways until they reached the hollow in the middle of the back of my
neck. It was a delightful sensation and one that suddenly sharpened in
its intensity as I felt him kiss the nape of my neck.

Meanwhile he continued to move his hand from my hips and around my waist
and then let it creep downwards until it lay flat against my tummy.
Slowly his fingers started to move gently in a circular motion over the
soft curves of my stomach.

The feel of his hands was enticing. An internal shiver ran through my
abdomen. A faint gasp of surprised pleasure came from my mouth.

"That's better," he whispered into my ear. Immediately, I felt the
warmth of a sexual flush cross my chest and neck, just as a tingle
descended between my already weakened legs.

He continued to kiss the side of my neck, and without realizing it I
leaned up against him. Little by little, he was invading my personal
space in ways. The atmosphere in the room had suddenly become electric!


I felt dazed, almost drugged with what was going on. I should be
stopping this. This young guy is a stranger, he is in my room, he is
touching me sexually and I was responding. I was married. I needed to
stop this.

Somehow I found the strength to walk away from him. He let me have my
space and walked towards the door. I thought perhaps he would leave. It
was not the case. He turned off the lights instead and stood there in
the dark. He was confident that I would return to him.

I knew that this was the moment when I move away but was incapable of
movement.

"What do you want from me?" I asked.

He walked up to my once again and kissed my passionately on the lips. It
was a kiss like I had never known before. It had a sensuality that was
beyond anything she had experienced or even dreamt of and stirred in me
intense sensations. My body felt both hollow and heavy at one and the
same time. It was as though there was a fire burning within me, a fire
I did not know how to quench.

His hands reached to the front of my robe and undid the tie. The robe
fell open and his hands traced over my soft skin. He slowly caressed my
tummy and moved up and brushed against my nipples and they hardened
instantly. I let out a soft sigh,suddenly feeling weak and giddy.
Little shivers of pleasure started to course through my body.

He then slipped the robe off of my shoulders and I knew what he wanted.
I feared that I wanted the same thing. He took my hand and guided it to
the front of his pants. I could feel his stiff cock through the fabric.
I continued to squeeze and massage him without noticing that he had
removed his hand from mine. I was touching and caressing him of my own
free will now.

He lightly pushed me down on the bed and motioned me to move towards the
centre of it. I lay there totally exposed.

The young guy stood beside the bed and slowly undressed. The room was
so dark that I could not fully make him out. I only knew that he was
undressing. He then sat down on the chair beside the bed and watched
me. He began to stroke his cock slowly while staring at me. I knew that
I should look away but couldn't. I watched him stroking himself and I
was becoming more and more turned on.

He then moved onto the bed and trailed his fingers over my body. Down
my left arm and side, up the right side and down again and then gently
over my breasts. Down over my abdomen and lightly over my womanhood.
He then moved to my inner thighs and caressed them. Ever so slowly he
moved up to my lips with the tips of his fingers. He was pleased to see
that my body was responding to this and that try as I might, I couldn't
resist. He touched me and allowed one finger into me. He slid them in
and out of me. When I began to wiggle beneath his touch he withdrew his
fingers and returned to sit on the chair beside the bed. He wanted me
to beg for it.

I could not think straight. This young guy was wrecking havoc on my
senses. I didn't know if I wanted to scream or to cry. I could see him
sitting there and could tell that he was once against stroking his
cock. My eyes had become accustomed to the dark and it was evident how
hard he was and how big.

He moved back onto the bed and straddled my hips. I could feel the
cheeks of his ass against my thighs and I raised my hips slightly.

He then bent forward and licked all around my left breast, stopping to
suck on the nipple. The minute his mouth and tongue touched me, I let
out a soft moan.

He continued to suckle on the left nipple and then moved to the right. I
had always loved having my breast and nipple sucked, as they were very
sensitive. He then slid off of my hips and kneeled between my open
thighs. His hands never left my body. He separated the lips of my
pussy, exposing me and bent to take me into his mouth. He licked all
around it, circled it with his tongue and sucked on it. He would move
his tongue from my clit to the opening of my pussy and then back up
again. He seemed to love the taste of me. It seemed he could just not
get enough of me.

The stranger then moved back up again and this time kneeled down beside
me at the head of the bed. I knew what he wanted and by this point I
wanted it as well.

I had a wonderful husband who was totally in love with me. Still, again
against my better judgement, I turned my head to the side and opened my
mouth. He moved closer and placed the head of his cock in the opening
of my mouth. The head of it was covered in pre-cum and I licked all
around it. I felt him move his hips forward. I opened my mouth further
and took all of his cock in. I sucked his cock though I never sucked my
husband's before. I was feeling so naughty. Despite how wrong it was,
it felt so exciting having this strange cock in my mouth.

The young guy seemed about to cum right there in my mouth, but just then
he withdrew and sat back down on the chair. I could not believe that he
was doing this to me. I wanted him; I needed him desperately as my body
was aching with desire and the need to be fulfilled. It became
inevitable that we would consummate this wild heat, but I was afraid of
my own passion now. It was a strange feeling, pleasing and exciting but
at the same time faintly frightening.

"Please, who ever you are, you have won. I am yours. I want you. I am
begging you. Please let me feel your big cock. I need to feel it inside
of me... please."

My instincts were telling me that he was dangerous. But this was the one
time that I could say that I was so filled with desire for a man that
he had power over me. I felt horribly guilty for my feelings for him,
yet I felt that it was an absolute shame to let something like this go
to waste. It was wonderful. There was passion, and an unbelievable
desire to be together as quickly as possible.

He stood up and once again spoke in a hoarse whisper. "If you want me as
bad as you say you do, then come to me of your own free will." He then
sat back down on the chair.

I shuddered as my desire began the maddening climb towards the release I
now craved. I could barely contain myself as I imagined the act I was
about to perform. Incredibly, I was about to give myself to a complete
stranger in my own bedroom. But that very thought lit the fuse to my
exploding lust.

I did not hesitate and moved towards him on the chair and took his cock
in my hand. He felt so hot, so big. It was exactly what I needed, and I
couldn't wait another second. With an audible gasp, I placed the thick
head against my tender opening, impaling myself as the long cock
slithered its way inside. He held me firmly by the hips, holding steady
so I could enjoy the sensation of penetration. I was desperate for
more, and began to grind myself against my young lover, circling my
hips around his cock.

"Oh god, you feel so good," I said as I started riding him.

He began to move, pushing forward with enough force to produce an
audible slap of skin as each thrust hit bottom. With each movement, I
focused on the feel of a thick cock penetrating me, a young pair of
hands holding me tightly across my hips.

So this is it, I thought. This is all I am now. I'm nothing but a fuck
for a stranger.

We were scarcely more than animals in heat, seeking to satisfy a hunger
that threatened to jeopardize every comfort I had previously known. I
knew my need to be fucked this way could destroy my marriage, and my
life.

Yet I gave in completely to the man ravaging my flesh, my cock driving
harder and deeper than ever before. Each stroke awakened a new desire,
and my passion began the climb I now longed for. And in a flash, my
body completed the betrayal, and I began to come.

"Oh Roshan, yesss!" I called, "I'm... yes ... ohhh ". Sex had not felt
like this before with my husband, to climax so completely, without
holding back. I could speak no more.

I stayed on my bed long after my orgasm, still glowing from the whole
experience and wondering if someday I would take the next step and make
this lovely fantasy happen for real.

The end