My wife and I originally met as classmates in college. When we were in our mid twenties, a few years after graduation, we attended an unofficial alumni dinner event near where we lived. Basically, a professor we both had was traveling in the area for a Q&A he was doing, and an informal dinner was organized at a pretty hip restaurant so his former students could basically hang out with him.
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This professor — lets call him Dominic — was really well liked. Mid forties, recently divorced, respected by those in his field. European. The dinner was fun and we all split a few bottles of wine. The mood was good so we all decided to keep the party going at another bar down the street.
We keep drinking and I notice Naomi, my wife, conferring with Dominic at the other end of the bar. They’re in deep discussion but that’s honestly not unusual because Naomi was one of Dominic’s star pupils back when we were in school. I let it pass, and about an hour late Rachel and I uber home. We tried to have sex, but both of us were pretty fucked up so we passed out and called it a night.
The next day, Naomi says she me has to say something. Instantly, I’m pretty anxious. She explains to me that Dominic and her started talking about his personal life while we were at the bar. Now, Dominic’s students always had a pretty casual relationship with him, so this wasn’t surprising. They ended up discussing Dom’s recent divorce and how he’d compensated since with dating apps and some hookups.
Then, while Dominic and Naomi went to the bar so he could be buy her a drink…he squeezed her ass. She said she brushed him off, told him that he was being inappropriate and said that Dominic apologized and tried to explain it away because of a recent divorce and he thought she was being flirtatious.
Fuck that. I was pissed, and I reacted unfairly by asking Naomi why she didn’t tell me immediately at the bar. She said that she didn’t want me to make a scene or try and fight Dominic, especially since we were surrounded by so many people we knew. I was still mad, but Naomi explained that I was making the moment about my reaction.
I asked her how she felt about it and she answered honestly. She said Dominic acted wrongly, She did say that maybe he misread her signals and thought that yes, she was being flirty by inquiring about his newly single sex life. Yes, Naomi can sometimes be playfully flirty, but that’s no excuse.
It took a while to finally talk it over and get over my rage. I wanted to beat the shit out of Dominic. Naomi wanted to move past it. She reasoned that it’s only a one time deal that we see him anyway, and it wasn’t worth me trying to track him down and exact some kind of revenge fantasy. She told me she got an apology out of him, and that we’d have to leave it at that. Fine.
Months later, the topic came up in an unexpected way. Naomi and I often finish up date nights by smoking up and getting in bed. Her favorite thing is dirty talk — if you’ve read some of my previous posts, she likes to indulge in discussing fantasies or moments from our pasts. I discovered that she has a light humiliation/bully kink. Our dirty talk developed into a kind of safe space for us to say whatever deranged things come to our minds.
Frequently, we bring up Naomi’s past experiences with people that we both mutually know. With Naomi, I know pretty quickly if I’ve struck a chord with her fantasies. The way her breath quickens, the way I feel her wetness on me. The way she encourages me to keep going, to take things further and further.
I don’t know what hit me, but while she was riding my dick I mentioned Dominic.
I had my hands on her supple ass, and I squeezed gently and asked her: “Is this how Dominic touched you?”
And I felt it. The telltale signs that she was switched on. The involuntary sigh of pleasure, the warmth of her pussy around my cock. I felt nervous bringing it up, because I didn’t know how either of us would react in the moment. I asked her the same question again. And she moaned. So I pushed.
“Or was it like this?” I palmed her ass harder.
“Oh God…”
“Harder?” I gripped her ass tight and hard. Rachel said “fuck” and laid her body against me. Her sweaty, athletic, tight body stuck to mine as she moaned my name.
“Do you wish he did this?” I slid my middle finger up her exposed crack. “Imagine his thick fucking finger right here, baby.”
I mashed my finger tip against the tight, hot pucker of her asshole. Naomi wasn’t forming words anymore. She was just grunting and whimpering in my ear. Rubbing herself desperately. Bouncing her body hard and intense against my dick, both of us floating off from the pungent sativa we were smoking just minutes ago.
“Imagine if Dominic fingered your fucking asshole in that bar in front of all our classmates…”
“Hnnnnghhhh fuck…” She cried in my ear and I felt her body convulse against mine. Her cunt clenched hard against my cock, and she came gloriously. As we lay together, I stroked her hair, asked her if she was alright and called her my “dirty girl.”
She demanded to sit on my face. As she straddled my chin with her soaked, raw pussy she spat on my cock and jerked me off. And her dirty talk was just as intense and filthy as mine. It was her turn to humiliate me.
She asked me how it felt that Dominic had touched her while I was in the same bar. She implied that he knowingly disrespected me by grabbing her butt — that he wasn’t afraid of me. Her dirty talk hit me like a train.
She made me nut in her hand as she jerked my dick hard. I couldn’t make a sound because her pussy was suffocating me. All I could do was inhale her scent and lick as she rubbed herself violently against my face. And I still remember the little satisfied, pitying giggle that she gave when my cum ropes spurted and dripped between her fingers.
In the time since, we brought up Dominic intermittently in the bedroom. I think part of the allure was that we both once looked up at him as our old professor. It was a secret, dirty and kind of shameful fantasy that came out when we were drinking or smoking.
And while we didn’t ever really think we’d have a chance to follow up on it, we ended up crossing paths with Dominic again a few years later, when we were in our late twenties. At that point we really had to seriously confront if we wanted this to just remain a nasty little fantasy or something that we wanted to really explore and risk our relationship over.
We ended up choosing the latter.