My wife is a very loving and caring person, and always has been. However, every once in a while another side comes out. I guess you can say it’s a vindictive side? She can be vicious when she wants to be, and ruthless when she needs to be. I have seen that side play out a couple of times in our relationship, but I’ll never forget the first time.
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She had a professor in college that was a real tough ass. Professor Dulles had started out as a strict instructor, wanting perfection because he that’s what he desired initially. However, as the final semester had continued, it had taken an almost sadistic turn. Liliana never stressed as hard as she stressed over projects for Professor Dulles. She would turn in her projects and papers to him, and he would pick them apart mercilessly. Finally it got to the point where she realized that he was just being a dick to everyone.
“I swear to God he’s just being a prick to be a prick,” Liliana had vented one day. She had actually picked up a wooden spoon and sent it sailing across the room, bouncing against the far wall. “I just want to be done with his class.”
“Well, we’re going to be done soon,” I told her. “And don’t forget, we’re going to get away for Spring Break too.” Liliana had sighed, but she had reluctantly agreed.
“I’ll get through it,” she had grumbled.
A week after Sam had sex with Liliana, she had turned in another paper. Professor Dulles had immediately turned it around to her, eviscerating it without any mercy. Liliana had been shaking with rage.
“I knew it,” she snarled, tossing her backpack into a chair. I looked at her confused.
“Knew what?” I asked. She held up the paper and shook it toward me.
“Dulles has it out for me,” she said. “He tore my paper apart. But I compared it with several other people. He marked me harsher than he did them. He is taking it out on me, and I’m not sure why.” I was genuinely confused by this as well.
“Why would your professor have it out for you?” I asked. She shook her head.
“I’m not sure,” she said. “But I’m going to find out. I’m going to meet with him tomorrow.”
The next day had dragged on, and I didn’t think anything of it. It was just another normal, stress filled day, just like the days before. I got home before Liliana did, and I didn’t think anything of it. Why would I after all? As the evening stretched on, I started to become a little concerned. Looking at the clock, I thought that she should have been home already. As I started cooking dinner I remembered that she had said that she was going to meet with Professor Dulles. Well, I thought to myself, I didn’t get a phone call saying that she was in jail, so that was a good sign. But as the hour hit seven o’clock, my concern started to grow again. She definitely should’ve been home by now.
It was quarter to eight when she walked through the door. I had been five minutes from calling campus security, figuring that if she wasn’t home by eight pm something was wrong. When she came through the door, she was smiling like the cat who ate the canary. I gave her a quizzical look.
“Well you certainly look proud of yourself,” I said to her. She nodded triumphantly.
“I am,” she said. “I think I am going to pass Professor Dulles’ class now.” I arched an eyebrow in surprise.
“Oh really? Was it all a misunderstanding?” She giggled, but it was not a cute giggle. It was one of those maniacal giggles, like some possessed doll that was about to go on a murder spree in an 80’s slasher movie.
“Yeah, it was a misunderstanding alright,” she said. “But I think he understands me real well now.” She stuck her hand in her purse, and pulled out a Kodak Zi8 camera. I frowned, confused. It was a small, handheld camera, the precursor to being able to take videos with smartphones today. “Let’s eat dinner, and then I’ll show you what I mean.”
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She plugged the camera into the TV after dinner, and soon the screen was showing the interior of Professor Dulles’ office. The video had started with Liliana adjusting the camera before quickly moving to a chair in front of Dulles’ desk. Professor Dulles could be heard outside his office, walking toward the door before he walked in. He was an older man, wearing a blue polo shirt and gray slacks. He was an older man with what seemed to be a permanent scowl, his white hair cut close to the scalp. A thick gold wedding band was prominent on his left hand.
Liliana sat in the chair in front of him nervously. He sat down behind his desk and looked at her.
“And what can I do for you?” He said with lack of interest. Liliana reached into her backpack and pulled out her paper.
“I wanted to discuss my latest paper, sir. I was surprised by the grade I received. I think it was unfair.” With a dismissive wave, he leaned back in his creaky chair.
“Grades reflect the work put in, not the effort imagined.”
“Excuse me?” Liliana’s brows shot up. “You can’t mean that. I spent weeks researching and crafting that paper! Compare it to the students who were praised for less quality work. It’s obvious you’re singling me out.”
Professor Dulles sighed heavily, his irritation seeping into the atmosphere. “What makes you think I’m targeting you?”
Liliana slid her paper across his desk.
“Here. Look at this! I got a C- despite following your guidelines meticulously,” she said, tapping on the paper with a shaky index finger. “But other girls, who barely scratched the surface of the topic, received As. How do you explain that?”
Dulles leaned closer, peering at the paper, his expression unchanged. “Those girls are actively participating in extracurriculars, showing their commitment to the department. They've engaged with me outside the classroom. That influences my decisions.”
Liliana felt a mix of disbelief and anger wash over her. “What extracurricular activities? Those girls don’t do shit outside of school.” Professor Dulles shrugged, the motion almost defiant.
“That’s my policy. Participation affects grades. If you want better results, get involved. It’s about showing you care.”
“It’s not about caring!” Liliana shot back, her voice barely contained. “I care about my education, my future! Why should I have to play these games to prove it?”
“Life’s a game, Liliana. You either learn to play or you don’t,” he replied, his lips curling slightly, almost mockingly.
Liliana clenched her jaw, struggling to contain her frustration, her heart pounding in her chest. “This isn’t a game to me. I’m not asking for special treatment. I just want fair grading. Why does my relationship status determine my academic performance?”
Dulles leaned back, crossing his arms. “It’s my prerogative as a professor. You want to get ahead, connect with others. Simple as that.”
Liliana could feel her cheeks flush with frustration. “So, because I’ve chosen to be engaged and not participate in your little popularity contest, I’m penalized? That’s ridiculous. I thought this was a place for learning, not a social maneuver.”
“Learning happens in many ways, not just through textbooks,” he said evenly, dismissing her concerns.
Liliana’s hands trembled. “You can’t expect everyone to conform to your expectations. Students have lives outside of academia. I don’t see the purpose in forcing us to fight for your approval when we’re already working hard!”
“Maybe it’s time for you to prioritize,” he replied sharply. “You want to talk about unfair? Life is full of unfairness. You’ll have to deal with it.”
She blinked, anger flooding her thoughts, but a dull ache of resignation settled in her stomach. “I can’t believe you think that’s acceptable. If this is how you think we should earn our grades, then I genuinely question your ability as an educator.”
Dulles’s expression hardened, a hint of irritation flashing in his eyes. “You’re welcome to appeal if you feel strongly about it. But I stand by my grading policy. Engagement matters.”
Liliana took a deep breath to steady herself. “Maybe I will,” she said quietly, the hurt bubbling beneath her surface. “But I hope you reflect on the impact your policies have on students who are doing their best in difficult circumstances.” Dulles seemed to sense that this conversation was not going the way he wanted.
“Look,” he said with a sigh. “I’ll make you the same offer I made the other girls in your class.” He glanced at his office door to make sure it was closed. “I can fast track you through the extracurriculars right now, get you and your grade up to speed right where it needs to be. But you’ll have to give it your best effort.” He leaned back in his chair, and he began to unbuckle his pants. Watching the video, my eyes opened wide in surprise.
“Professor Dulles!” Liliana said in surprise. “I’m engaged! This is very inappropriate. And aren’t you married?” Dulles just shrugged.
“What my wife doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” he said. “Besides, how bad do you want to pass this class?” I could see the frown on Liliana’s face, the look of disgust. But she stood up, taking off her gray shirt and tight jeans, leaving her in her matching white lace bra and thong panty set. She walked around the desk, the bra providing the perfect push up to enhance her cleavage, and her hips having the perfect shake. She bent over, running a hand on the inside of his leg.
“My fiancé can not know,” she hissed. But I was watching. Dulles grinned and he nodded.
“But of course,” he said. “I won’t tell if you won’t tell. Now, you have an entire semester of extracurricular activities to catch up on, so I suggest you get started. Oh, you might as well take your bra off. I want to see your perky college tits.” Liliana obeyed, undoing her bra and tossing it on the chair with her clothes. She peeled her thong off as well, and it followed the same trajectory. While she did that her professor took his pants and underwear off. I caught my first glimpse of his cock, an average size cock surrounded by gray pubes.
Liliana got onto her knees and I watched her head lean forward. As it did his right hand rested on her shoulder while his left encircled the back of her head running her ponytail through his fingers. Clearly visible in the footage was the glimmer of his wedding band as he began to fuck her face.
“You should’ve come to me earlier you stupid college slut,” he growled as he fucked my beautiful fiancée’s face. “I could have made this easier on you all year long. You could’ve been a straight A student all semester. But no. Now you’re coming to me at the last minute like a stupid slut. But that’s okay, because I’m a teacher. So I’m going to teach you a lesson.” I could hear her Gluck Gluck Gluck on the video clearly, and see her hands brace on his thighs as he had her head in one hand and pushed it on his cock as if he were using a fleshlight. He was grunting and taking perverse enjoyment in this.
“You’re taking this lesson really well,” he growled. “You like that?” He stood up, not taking her mouth off his dick, and held her head with both hands. Then he began to thrust his hips forward, pushing his wrinkly old cock between the lips that in only a couple of months would say “I Do” to me. I couldn’t see it, but I could imagine his big old wrinkly, hairy balls bouncing off her chin.
I heard her begin to gag, and he pulled his cock out of her mouth. She coughed, and he stood her up. He took his shirt off and tossed it aside before bending her over his desk.
“Good,” he growled as he put his hands on her hips and sunk himself into her pussy. She gasped, and he laughed. “Oh, you like this don’t you?” He said. She nodded, looking over her shoulder at him.
“Mhmm,” she managed. He let out a throaty laugh as he thrust himself into her with reckless abandon. The video picked up the slapping of his old nuts against her smooth, full ass.
She was standing on her tip toes as she was bent over the desk, her arms stretched over and reaching for the edge of it to hold onto. The desk was solid and heavy, and no matter how hard her professor fucked her, it did not move.
Professor Dulles pulled his cock out of her pussy, and he gave her ass a smack.
“Lay down on the desk,” he commanded. She did as she was instructed, lying down on her back on the desk with her legs in the air. Professor Dulles moved in, sliding into her already wet pussy and pushing her knees back to her shoulders.
The professor now had my beautiful fiancee lying on her back on his desk and was fucking her as hard as he could. He wasn’t being gentle; he wanted to show her that he was in control.
I could hear her moans on the video, and saw her arms stretched out over her head and gripping the back of the desk. His fingers dug into her thighs, and sweat dripped down his forehead.
“You college sluts…you know how to take cock…” he grunted as he thrusted into her. “You’re so fucking tight. Are you sure you’re engaged?”
The comment should’ve pissed me off, and at a certain level it triggered some jealousy. What the fuck was this guy talking about? But at the same time, there was something arousing about it all. Especially since he had his dick inside my love as he was saying it.
I could tell that she was beginning to cum. I could see the familiar shaking of her legs, and the contorting of her face. She slapped a hand to her mouth, an attempt to muffle her cries as her back arched off his desk. God I love the way she squirms when she cums…
“I’m going to fill you up like the dirty cumslut you are,” the Professor said.
“Please…don’t cum in me…I’m engaged…” she half begged, half moaned. This only seemed to spur him on even more.
“You’re too far behind in your extra curriculars to make those demands,” he groaned. His words trailed off into something guttural as he held himself inside of her. It was obvious to me that he was cumming inside of her, even after she told him not to. I looked over at her at that point, trying to gauge her reaction…and she was smiling? She didn’t seem unfazed at all. I turned back to the screen.
The professor had held himself inside her for a couple of minutes, making sure that he was done before stepping back. He had his hands on his hips and was catching his breath. Liliana sat up on the desk, her hand instinctively going to her pussy.
“Asshole,” she said. He just laughed and shook his head as he picked up his clothes.
“Just the price of doing business,” he told her. “You want your grade changed, right?” Liliana had gotten up off his desk and moved back around to the chair where her clothes were. She put her clothes back on, then turned and looked at him.
“What about your wife and daughter? Do they know the price of doing business? Do they know this is how girls pass your class?” The professor snorted, shaking his head as he tucked his shirt into his pants.
“Let me tell you something,” he said as he sat back in his chair. “I am a tenured, respected professor at this college. You can tell the Dean, hell you can even tell my wife. They won’t believe you. Because if you do, it’ll be the word of a student-whose grades will be reflecting that she is in danger of failing this course- against a professor and loving husband who dotes on his daughter and has never had any accusations of this before. This would be seen as making false allegations, and not only would you be done with my class, but expelled from this school. And so close to graduation…that would be a shame.” A mask of anger fell over Liliana’s face. Professor Dulles broke out into a wide, cocky smile. He shrugged and put his hands behind his head.
“Don’t feel bad; other girls have had similar ideas. They’ve all been smart enough to realize that this arrangement is far, far better. They get what they want, and I get what I want. And for you, I’m willing to do the same.” Liliana had her backpack over her shoulder now, and she was staring daggers at him. There was something hot about her in that moment, the look of fury on her face but also knowing that his cum was inside her and was slowly leaking out of her. Her glare suddenly turned into a wicked grin.
“You know, the other girls said that you told them the same thing,” she said. She turned around and walked over to where her camera had been sitting. She picked it up and smiled at it, then looked at him. The camera focused on his face. It was a mask of confusion initially, but then it drained of all color.
“You’re right, of course,” she continued. “No one will believe my word. But you? Well, you said it yourself. You’re a tenured, respected professor who is a loving husband and father.” He began to stammer, but as he stood up the video cut out. I looked over at Liliana in shock.
“I talked to some of the other girls in class,” she said with a shrug. “You know that saying ‘something smells rotten in Denmark?’ Well, turns out this has been his racket for years. He’s a royal prick.”
“Did you know he was going to cum in you?” I asked. She shrugged again.
“I had a feeling, but I wasn’t expecting him to be that big a douche. Though I guess in hindsight it’s not that big of a surprise. And it just makes him look worse.” I looked back at the TV. The video had ended, and there was now just a blue screen.
“So, what are you going to do next? You know, with the tape?” Liliana looked at me and smiled.
“I told him that if he did the right thing, he wouldn’t have to worry about the tape ever seeing the light of day.”
Liliana ended up passing that class. In fact, all the girls who took his class ended up passing with flying colors. It seemed suspicious, but he militantly defended their work ethic. Liliana didn’t have any more issues or run ins with him, and after 23 years as a Professor he abruptly retired at the end of the school year. He said he wanted to spend more time with his family.
As for me, I learned a valuable lesson that day: Hell hath no fury like my wife scorned…
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