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That Time I Fucked My Professors Husband (and Her): A Thread 
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So in high school I was in this dual enrollment program where I took college classes and my high school classes simultaneously. It was GREAT. I was especially interested in my English class. Iām a poet (if yāall know of any upcoming virtual slams, HMU) and thatās my shit.
My professor was fine as fuck. Dark skinned, thick, had an Afro and could write poetry like a mf. She was my personal Foxy Brown.
I connected with her or whatever and some and her kept in touch after I graduated high school. Fast forward to this summer after I turned 18.
I get a text from her letting me know a slam is coming up. She was gonna perform and host. This was an opportunity for me to a) win some prize money and b) spend time with my favorite prof.
I get there and the smell of cocoa butter and weed hits me. Oh yeah this was a slam for NIGGAS. Wine is flowing, jazz is playing, and Iām starting to get nervous cuz Iām the youngest cat there. I tell her Iām kinda iffy and she slides behind me, massaging my shoulders.
I hear a deep ass voice behind me say āyou look mighty comfortable young manā. I freeze. I turn around and itās her husband. She laughs and says heās just a giant teddy bear. This man is 6ā2, a little wider than me and FOINE AS HELL.
We all start our little small talk and itās time to start. She (Amber) goes up and starts hosting. Will (her husband) says heās so lucky to be with her and asks if I find her attractive. I say of course, I mean who would disagree? He says what about me? Am I attractive?
Me:
Me:
Iām blunt so I say hell yeah. He chuckles and offers to get me a drink. Now yes Iām underage BUT a beer wouldnāt hurt. I pull out my blunt and light up as the performer up is talking about passion and sex and the trumpets are doing these little riffs behind him and Iām in bliss.
He shows back up and we sip and talk some more. My name is called and I go up. I perform my poem about activism and I get a standing o. I come back to the table and this nigga is gushing about how great I was etc.
I win the slam and Iām invited back to their hotel room for a blunt and a movie. Iām down, Iām high and I just won, Iām feeling good. Amber has to hang back but sheāll meet us at the room.
We get in and he sparks up. Iām looking for a movie and he says sit on the bed and get comfortable. He sits beside me and we pass the blunt back and forth talking about the random horror movie I picked. He randomly asks, have you ever been with a guy? This is where it gets fun...
He slides his hands under my shirt and starts playing with my nipples. That is a hot spot. My dick automatically jumps up and im ready to fuck. He moves his hand to my throat and starts kissing me deep as fuck. Iām not even thinking bout Amber at this point, my mind is occupied.
He pulls down my pants and gives me that automatic super soaker double hand pump twist 4000 and my knees get weak. He stands up on the bed, pulls down his pants and rides me like my name fucking Seabiscuit.
He moaning so loud I donāt hear Amber walk in...
I freeze and he keep riding. She say ā my two favorite boys are having funā. EXCUSE ME?!? In my head Iām like did they set this up? Obviously dumbass! But Iām too high and too horny to care. She walks over and kisses me while Will gets off and gives me that super combo again.
She sits on my face and I give her that lick lick double finger pump combo while she gives me that cremĆ© de lu meow meow and Iām bout to die. She climbs off and says and I quote, TAKE IT. Say no more. I flip her over and hit it from the back while she slurp up Will.
