My wife, 26, has been taking some college courses lately and has become quite friendly with her classmates, especially a few of the guys. Being a bit older than most of them, she often chats in group texts and has formed a closer connection with one particular 20-year-old classmate. They’ve been helping each other with coursework, attending study groups at a cozy local coffee shop. Usually, after everyone else leaves, she and this guy linger to study and talk more intimately.
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She had mentioned to me how he occasionally flirted with her, fully aware that she’s married and a mother. Though flattered, she always kept things in check. Then, one evening after class, she attended a study session where the guy’s car broke down. He had to wait for a ride, so she kindly offered to drive him home.
It was a chilly evening, dark outside, and as she drove, a daring idea began to stir in her mind. Playfully, she dropped some light, flirtatious remarks, which he eagerly returned. When they reached a spot just up the street from his place, they parked. She leaned in first, kissing him gently. That kiss deepened quickly into passionate making out. Her hands moved to his belt, undoing it, then slowly helping pull down his pants. He was already hard—thick and demanding.
She began to pleasure him, taking his cock into her mouth, also teasing his balls. He surprised her with an aggressive intensity that clashed with his usually quiet, sweet demeanor, which only fueled her excitement. He thrust into her mouth with eager force, and she struggled to keep pace, desperate to satisfy him. He climaxed, shooting his load deep into her mouth. She swallowed diligently, though some spilled onto the car seat.
Afterward, she smiled, thanked him, and drove him home. He seemed a bit shy at the end, a contrast to the earlier passion. When she got back, she shared every detail with me—showing me the evidence: the stain left on the seat. I felt jealousy twist inside me, yet also a surge of unexpected arousal.
Since that night, they’ve acted as if nothing happened, but I find myself tempted to encourage her to let it happen again before the semester ends.