The Wife Ch. 04

To Whomever the Hell this is,

I felt utterly foolish replying in such a manner, the words sitting on the screen taunting me. The feeling compounded by my apparent willingness to play along, which had surprised me. I had been a little submissive with Tom but this seemed different. At the same time, the feeling enticed me. The mess of complicated emotions danced around in my head as I waited for his reply. Part of me hoping he would be another flake, a deeper part of me desperately hoping that he was completely serious.

'Let's meet, sexy,' the reply came. I let out a breath I hadn't been aware that I had been holding. The idea of meeting before hand seemed to bring some comfort.

'Where would you like to meet?' I asked.

An address flashed in reply with a time. The address was familiar to me too, as it was a place on campus that was pretty close to my dorm. A new worry began creeping up on me. What if this was someone I knew? Up until now, it hadn't even occurred to me that this would be a possibility. I wasn't sure if I was ready to be open up about sex with a close friend, let alone an acquaintance. Although, the thought was hot.

I considered just not going. I wasn't risking anything now. I could just keep looking, I thought even as I hopped in the shower to get ready. I wondered if the mix of emotions would ever get easier to manage. Did I want them to? I tried to heed some of Tom's advice and tried to relax my ass with a good douching. I wasn't even sure I was doing it right, but it was worth a try anyway. Couldn't get better at it without trying.

I argued with myself the whole few hours all the way up to the point it was time to go. It seemed despite my mix of emotions, the side that had control of me was the side that wanted to meet. I wasted no time in getting there only when I reached the doors leading into the coffee shop seeing a sea of people inside, did I hesitate. I scanned the faces seeing some familiar ones from around campus. No one I recognized.

It then occurred to me that I hadn't established a way of figuring out who I was supposed to greet. I didn't like the idea of approaching each person. I decided to order a coffee while I figured it out. I watched the faces of the people talking amongst each other. I figured it couldn't be someone who was already here with someone else, but the problem with that was that everyone there was with someone or multiple someones.

My coffee was made quickly despite the busyness. I checked my watch to make sure I had the right time. I was a few minutes early, so I sat down and waited, this time watching the door for any clue of who I was to meet.

At the exact moment the clock turned the hour, the hour the man had said to meet, the door opened and in walked someone I was very familiar with. My heart sank more than a little. It was my English professor, Professor Phillips. My anxiety levels grew so fast that I had to stop and remind myself to take a deep breath in. This didn't mean he was the one I was waiting for. I took a deep breath in that caught in my lungs as I locked eyes with Professor Phillips.

At that moment, I knew that he was indeed the man who had messaged me, he was the one I had called daddy, and he was the one who looked so damn sexy in his photo. Then he began to walk towards me, and three thoughts ran through my mind in order of; I was going to pass out, then he was going to fail me, and that while he looked good in a suit it was a shame his body was hid from the world. His emerald eyes never left mine, as if they were drinking the emotion straight out of mine own.

His otherwise emotionless face gave nothing away, save for his jaw was twitching just slightly.

"Mr. Evans," he said in his familiar firm voice. "Enjoying your weekend?"

"Yes, sir," I said, still holding my breath. I was suddenly aware of how red it was making me.

"Breathe, you don't want to pass out now," Professor Phillips said. My cheeks burned red for an entirely different reason now, though I did release my breath shakily. Professor Phillips nodded slightly, held up a finger and turned to the counter to order a coffee. I hung off every word, not daring to move, in fear that I would give myself away. Even though I wasn't sure what I was going to give away. Maybe he didn't know what I was here for, I thought.

"Good morning, Mr. Phillips," the barista greeted him warmly. "Your usual I'm guessing?"

"Of course," Professor Phillips said. His tone was polite, but it was obvious he was trying to hide his emotion. The barista smiled and handed him a cup.

"Of course," the barista torted. "I had it ready for you anyway. Glad you didn't change it up today."

Professor Phillips nodded with a prompt smile, thanked the barista and turned back to me. He looked me up and down before motioning me to follow him to an outside table. I didn't want to cause a scene by refusing, so I did. As I passed the counter, I caught a quick glimpse of the barista watching me. She was smiling politely but I got the feeling it was more of a knowing smile.

There was no one outside save for one lady across the other side smoking a cigarette, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. Professor Phillips motioned for me to sit, taking a chair himself. It wasn't particularly hot outside, but not cool enough for anyone to really want to enjoy the patio.

"So Mr. Evans," Professor Phillips began. "Are you ready for your test."

"Test?" I said. "You have a test?"

"Your midterms," Professor Philips said simply. "They are in a few weeks."

"Oh," I said, relieved a little. "Um...yeah. I think I'll do alright."

"With your grades, could go either way," Professor Phillips said, sipping his coffee. "You're bright, I'm sure you've studied hard."

I blushed at the compliment, but something caught my attention. I was pretty sure he put emphasis on hard, but it had happened so effortlessly, I wasn't even sure I'd heard correctly. I took a sip of my coffee to avoid answering.

"This is your first time, isn't it," Professor Phillips said. This time I caught him emphasizing 'first time.'

"Wh...what do you..." I stammered. "My first midterm?"

"No," Professor Phillips said. "Your first time at this coffee shop and your first time at all."

"You are the one I'm supposed to meet," I said. "Aren't you?"

"I thought you already figured that out," Professor Phillips responded. "I figured because I'm here all the time, and you are the only new face."

"Well," I said, not sure what to say. "It's not my first time, exactly."

"Oh, really," Professor Phillips said. "Tell me about it."

"A few weeks ago, I spent the night with...someone in a hotel, on his way through," I said. "He was my first."

Maybe it was his calm demeanor or his genuine curiosity about me, but I was beginning to feel at ease. He didn't seem upset that I was one of his students or with me in general. His eyes were piercing into me as I recounted my experience in Denny's. I felt myself getting stiff as I told him about how Tom had taught me how to take him all the way. How excited I had been feeling him tense up in my throat just before he released directly down my throat.

"After, I wanted to do more, experience more," I said. "I just need that feeling of fullness."

"Damn, such a sexy story for someone so cute," Professor Phillips laughed, catching me slightly off guard. His face held the emotion well, but it was fueled by something more. I recognized the hunger in his eyes as it was the same hunger I had been feeling for too long.

"Cute?" I said. "Did you just call me cute?"

"Does that bother you, sexy," Professor Phillips pressed, causing a fresh blush.

"I guess not," I said, after a pause. "Just kinda strange hearing my professor call me cute and sexy."

"Strange in a bad way?" he asked.

I looked up at him, seeing the hunger in his eyes burn as he studied me. He was relaxed otherwise and suddenly he wasn't my professor, but just a man looking for some fun. Nothing more or less.

"No, sir," I finally replied. "I think I like it."

"Good, because I think I'm excited to see your skills first hand," he winked at me.

"You're not worried about sleeping with a student," I asked. "Isn't it illegal?"

"Well you're over 18 and as long and as long as we're both consenting, it won't be illegal," Professor Phillips said. "It does carry a certain risk of me losing my job though, I'm not really worried about that."

"Why," I pressed.

"Many reasons," he responded. "Mostly, I just don't feel like letting life slip me by. I have desires, so do you. As long as they don't hurt anyone, who cares. Besides, it happens way more often than you'd think."

"Not to anyone I know," I said.

"Do you tell everyone, every time you have sex?" Professor Phillips pushed. "Especially when it's something considered more taboo than sex already is."

"I guess no," I said meekly. He had a point and he seemed so sure of himself adding to the weight of his words. I glanced away, suddenly very aware of how unsure of myself I was. The woman in the distance finished her cigarette and made her way back to the coffee shop. I waited for her to pass to finally speak.

"So do you want to head back to your place, then?" I asked, hoping he didn't want to come back to my dinky apartment.

"That's the plan, but first, I need to know something," he said. "You're very sexy in your photo, but I have certain tastes you should know before we do anything."

"Oh. Sure, I understand," I said, confused.

"Mmm. Let's see." Professor Phillips said. "Firstly, I like it a little rough, and I don't mean that lightly. Pain and pleasure, a beautiful combo, is not everyone's scene. Is that something that scares you?"

I hesitated before answering. I had never really like pain, I mean who does? Despite that, I recalled the pain I'd felt after my first time and thinking back, the pain hadn't gone away before I had had Tom back in me, bending me over an armchair. Maybe it could be fun to add a little pain. I was still aroused while thinking about it, but that might've just been because of the memory not because I liked the idea of pain.

"Yeah, I could give it a try," I said to which Professor Phillips nodded.

"Just in case though, have you ever used a safe word before," he asked, to which I shook my head, no. "Think of one. Something you wouldn't use during sex so that if you say it, I don't confuse it. I'm very dominant in bed, and I like submission. Dominating doesn't just mean giving yourself over to me. Some of the things I have in mind, I might want you to resist. I will not force you to do anything you don't want to do though, so if a situation pops up that you don't want to, use that safe word. This only works if we both enjoy what we are doing. If you don't like it or don't want to I need to know. You can always say no."

"What's yours?" I asked.

"It's moonstone," he said. "but I never use it. I haven't come across a situation to use it at least. Like I said, I enjoy being in control."

"OK," I nodded. "Lemon. My word will be lemon."

"Good," he continued. "Now, when we are together, you will need to refer to me as Daddy. Sometimes I'll allow you to address me as sir or something else, but I prefer Daddy. Unless of course, we are in class. Outside it's normal interaction. When we are alone, I expect only that. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said with excitement, "Daddy," I added hesitantly. Not sure if he meant starting now.

"Very good," Professor Phillips said. "Other rules we will go over as time goes on, I don't intend to turn this into a lecture, but if you break my rules. There will be punishment. Follow them and I'll take care of you. I'll reward you."

He emphasized the words punishment and reward. My head felt a little light taking all this in. What seemed like only moments ago, I was panicking over my professor being the one I had flirted with. Now he was giving me rules and talking of punishing and rewarding me. Telling me how to address him, and it was turning me on. My mind wandered to the picture and how badly I wanted to see that dick. Would it be a punishment if he bent me over the table and fucked me right there?

Or a reward?

"So, Daddy, hitting on you here," I asked. "Would that earn me a punishment or a reward? Because I'm getting anxious waiting to unwrap that dick."

Professor Phillips made a 'tsk' sound. At first I thought he was upset, but his eyes told me differently. They showed all the emotion he tried to contain, flowing out for those willing to swim in their intense green.

"You haven't earned that yet," he said. "but I'm sure you can on the car ride back to my place. Besides, you still have to model for me, remember?"

I had completely forgotten about the lingerie he had mentioned. I didn't think it was possible but I got more aroused. I couldn't telly what was turning me on more, all I knew was that I was turned on and I was ready to do whatever he wanted me to do.

"Oh, um, I do now," I said.

"Is there something wrong?" Professor Phillips asked.

"No," I said. "I've just...never worn anything like that before. I'm not sure I'll look good in it."

"Don't worry about that," he replied. "I will help you and you will look good for me."

His confidence was intoxicating. He was so sure maybe I would. In one final gulp he finished his coffee and stood up, motioning me to follow.

"Come on," he said. "Let me show you."

I stood to follow him to his car. It wasn't a long drive, only taking a few minutes from campus to his house, but it felt agonizingly slow. Every minute weighed down by the anticipation of what was to come. Professor Phillips must have sensed that I was nervous or maybe he was anxious to, as he placed a hand on my upper thigh as he drove, running his hand up and down. Each time he moved a little closer to my crotch. Each time my breath catching in my throat.

When we finally reached his place, I was slightly taken back from how large it was, but I barely had time to take it in before I was on him kissing him. I had waited long enough, desperate to taste him, but he gently pushed me off. I felt a tinge of annoyance as he did, desiring more of him.

"We got to get ready," Professor Phillips said with a chuckle. "Daddy needs a bit more patience."

I shivered at his words, hearing him refer to himself in such a way. Strangely, I found it exciting. I would just have to add it to the ever growing list. Most of them from today. He led me through the living room and into the bathroom beside the master bedroom. Inside, on the granite countertop was the lingerie, laid out neatly and orderly waiting for me. It became obvious that wasn't all that he had in mind for me.

"Sit," Professor Phillips instructed, motioning to a chair by the tub. I did, not entirely sure where this was going. He turned on the water to the tub before pulling out a razor and shaving cream.

"Are you ready to prepare yourself for me," he asked, turning off the water, just over half full.

"Yes, daddy," I said. "but, I don't understand."

"I told you there are other rules," he responded. "I like my toys freshly shaved. I'm going to help you shave this time, in the future, you will be able and will do this before hand. Now take off your clothes."

I did as he said while he did the same. I couldn't help but focus on him as he removed each article. His pictures didn't do it justice. He wasn't just muscular, sculpted was more like it. Each muscle seemed carefully molded to look as good a possible on him. Then he got to his underwear and my tongue nearly fell out of my mouth. It was huge, even while flaccid. I guessed about six maybe seven inches. I shuddered thinking of it growing in me, reaching it's full size while fucking me. Until I was snapped back to the present by his firm hands running across my shoulders.

"Are you with me sexy?" he asked. "I said it's time to get in the tub."

"Yes, sir," I said not looking away from his magnificent cock.

"Didn't I tell you?" He started.

"Yes, Daddy, I mean," I said taking a step into the warm water. Professor Phillips stepped in behind me and leaned me back so he had full access to my body and so I could feel him poking my back, he wasn't hard yet but I could feel it twitching. Using a washcloth he washed my skin on my chest working his way down to my crotch and legs. My own cock, which was tiny in comparison, twitched as he applied the shaving cream.

I'd never had much need to shave. I knew the basics but that was for my face, which was different as I would soon find out. He took his time massaging every inch of my skin while he applied the cream. Each brush of his fingers, causing my excitement to intensify. Then came the razor. Each brush firm but soft. His free hand found my nipple and began to tease it as he shaved all of my body hair.

He expertly worked his way up to my crotch taking extra care on the balls. I almost came just from the sensation when he started kissing the area of skin between my neck and shoulder. It sent me overboard but I didn't climax just yet. Somehow I held back but I couldn't withhold the noises of pleasure. He drew sounds from me that I didn't even know that I could make.

Soon he set the razor aside and just continued to wash the excess cream and hair off of me, continuing his attention on my neck. Until finally, he pulled away and stood to get out of the batch. He held a towel open for me. Cool air flowed over my newly shaved body as I stood up, causing me to shiver. Every time my legs brushed against each other I was very aware of how bare they were. How exposed it made me feel, yet free and tantalizing. I had to restrain the urge to run my hands over them repeatedly.

"Let's get these on now," he said, handing me the lingerie. I breathed heavily as I accepted them garments, my hands shaking in trepidation. They were soft to the touch and had a strange linen smell that was pleasant but not something I smelled normally, even after cleaning my laundry. I pulled the panties on first, feeling the soft fabric glide across my now smooth legs and settle over my ass nicely. My crotch however proved more problematic as my cock was hard as stone unable to contain my excitement.

It stuck straight up, the tip barely poking out of the top. I heard Professor Phillips give a noise of approval. I couldn't help but blush. Normally I might've been embarrassed but with him watching me slide on the panties, it only encouraged me. I wasn't sure I was being sexy enough though, so I watched him as I pulled the nylon hosiery over my legs the tops stopping just below my panties. They felt nice and snug like a soft comfortable fabric hugging my thighs.

Next came the top. It too hugged my chest almost perfectly. It was padded and heavier to simulate small breasts but I was focused on the stimulation it was giving my nipples. They poked straight up causing me to shiver once again. Finally, I was dressed and ready for Professor Phillips who had a growing look of hunger in his eyes. He wasted no further time as he led me to the bed running his hands over his handiwork.

His hands settled on my cock, gently stroking it through the panties. My already hard dick was leaking precum as he drew me closer and closer to the edge. Until just as I got to the edge, he suddenly stopped. I groaned, desperate for any kind of release at this point. I needed him so badly at that point, I could care less about anything else. I reached up and swung my arm around him bringing him close.

"Please, Daddy," I said. "I need you. I need you NOW."

Professor Phillips smiled, intensifying the hunger burning in his eyes. Yet, he said nothing as he dragged his fingers lightly down my legs. Sending a cascade of pleasurable shivers down my spine. I squirmed under his thumb, begging him to fuck me, until finally. His hand was at the base of my panties, moving them to the side. With a single motion he turned me around onto all fours, keeping the panties to the side. I felt a cold splash of lube and then, the familiar pressure of a cock pushing into my ass.