A fateful lecture

Good day, dear reader! I want to tell a story that happened to me relatively recently, but which fundamentally changed my usual way of life.

My name is Arthur. I am 32 years old. I work as a teacher at one of the leading universities in our vast homeland, in the History Department.

I live with my wife Lilia in one of the prestigious districts of our city, in a two-room apartment with all the amenities. Fortunately, after our wedding, our parents helped us a lot in this regard. And all we had to do was earn our "bread" and basically live for our own pleasure.

Lilia (I'll call her by her short name, as I do at home), works as a designer of women's lingerie, sometimes moonlighting and participating in photoshoots, fortunately her appearance allows it. Tall, a slender body, third-size breasts, long slender legs without the slightest hint of cellulite, and a pretty face with plump lips, an appetizing firm butt. All this allowed her to occasionally appear on the pages of fashion magazines.

I, in turn, also tried to keep up. I visit a barbershop twice a month for a haircut, beard and head hair styling. I didn't forget about intimate hygiene either (I managed it myself in the bathroom). Expensive perfume. In terms of clothing, I prefer classic suits, similar to those worn by the guys from the series "Peaky Blinders." At home, I mostly wear a tracksuit or a hoodie. I have a good, toned body because the gym has always been a priority in my life. My upbringing probably also played a role; my father was a former military man.

Sometimes, Lilia and I often didn't see each other for long periods. This was due to different workplaces and business trips, which were also not uncommon. But the separation only added spark to our relationship. After a not-too-long separation, our sex was simply unforgettable, and our relationship was built on trust and grew stronger. We often went on vacation, traveled a lot. When we were in our city, we simply walked along the evening embankment, ate ice cream, and kissed on a park bench, not paying attention to passersby.

But, as with every fairy tale, a kind of "end" happened in our story, or perhaps it was the "beginning" of something new, but at that moment it didn't seem that way.

Important gentlemen and ladies from the Ministry of Education came to our university. The purpose of their visit was to promote or, conversely, demote certain employees. Fortunately, by my age, I had managed to earn a good reputation, and I was in line for the position of head of the department at our university. But in all this fortunate set of circumstances, there was one BUT... I had to fly to another, godforsaken small town and work there at a branch of our university for at least a year to prove that I was suitable and worthy of being the head. After that, the position of department head would be mine.

There was no time to think, and I agreed. One more issue remained to be settled. I had to somehow tell my Lilia everything.

I didn't dare to tell her straight out. So, preparing a delicious dinner, lighting candles, I began to wait for my beloved to come home from work. It was already dark outside. The doorbell rang. Approaching the door and opening it, I gasped. On the threshold stood my Lilia, in a long black coat, with beautifully styled hair (her hair is black, curly, below the shoulders), with great makeup. She flung open her coat. Underneath, she was wearing devilishly sexy black lace lingerie.

— You're the first to see this set! It hasn't gone on sale yet," said Lilia with a sly and bitchy smile.

— I'll be the first to tear it off you!" I replied with a smirk.

— And the only one!" she concluded.

Stepping over the threshold, we merged into a passionate kiss. Closing the door and taking off her coat, I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. Throwing her onto the bed, we continued kissing. I greedily removed her bra. Her breasts, like two juicy melons, rubbed against my torso. Running my hand over her panties, they were all wet, my girl was dripping. With a sharp movement of my hand, pulling off her panties, I drove my cock into her to its full length (17 cm). The sex was simply amazing. I twisted and turned her in different positions for about forty minutes.

Afterwards, exhausted, we lay silently in each other's arms for half an hour. At that moment, I decided that a better opportunity to tell her everything was unlikely to arise. After telling her everything, Lilia at first didn't take it seriously. Then came a moment of despair and indignation. She screamed and said that I hadn't thought about her, about her career, and things like that.

I had dinner alone. Lilia, turning her great ass towards me, went to sleep separately on the couch.

The flight was in a couple of days. All these days, life in the apartment was like a communal apartment or a dormitory. We ate in the same kitchen, used the same bathroom and toilet, but slept in different rooms and didn't talk at all, not a word.

The day before the flight, in the evening, I packed all the things I needed in advance, put my laptop in my bag, and went to bed early.

In the morning, my surprise knew no bounds when I saw that my Lilia was sitting by the mirror, putting on her makeup, and next to her was a packed suitcase.

— What are you looking at? I'm coming with you! I'll work online. But remember, you're a lone bastard.

My happiness was boundless. Having missed her terribly during these days, I approached and kissed her.

The time was 7:00 AM... the plane was at 10:00 AM. We had sex again, you could say right on the suitcases. Bending her over doggy-style and placing her hands on the suitcase, I lifted her skirt and moved aside the elastic of her thong. My cock was straining to burst out of my pants. Taking it out and lubricating it with saliva, I placed the head of my cock against the lips of her "pussy." I entered. I fucked her hard and mercilessly, remembering in my head her two-day ignoring)))

After a shower, we rushed headlong, got dressed, and ran down the stairs because the taxi had already been waiting for us for 15 minutes.

Airport. Plane. Boarding. Another city.

Leaving the airport, we caught a taxi. Giving the address, we set off. Fortunately, my university was paying for my accommodation for the entire duration of my stay there.

Driving through the city by taxi, we were pleasantly surprised. It was quite densely populated, with various kinds of entertainment venues, a park area, and many other establishments of the state apparatus and private sector. Our apartment was located in one of the "bedroom" districts.

Arriving at the place, we were a bit disappointed. In the sense that the apartment, in terms of furnishings, resembled an apartment from the 90s or early 2000s. Old, rough furniture, a ton of dust, yellowed water stains in the bathroom, and peeling tiles in the kitchen.

Coming up behind Lilia and hugging her, I gently kissed her neck, biting her earlobe.

— Don't even start. I won't even let you stand here," said Lilia with a smile.

— Wasn't even thinking about it," I said with a laugh, raising my hands a little and stepping away from her.

For two days, we washed, cleaned, and tidied up our new, temporary home.

We still had two days off left, fortunately the university gave them to me for settling in and a kind of small acclimatization.

We decided to dedicate these days to getting to know the city, its sights, and went to a couple of entertainment places.

The eve of my workday arrived. At night, either from excitement or because I was sleeping in a new place, sleep completely eluded me. Tossing and turning like that for half the night, in the morning, surprisingly, I was full of strength and energy.

Leaving the house and getting on public transport, I went to conquer new horizons in my profession and impart all my knowledge and skills into the bright minds of the students.

Getting to the university, I found the rector's office quite quickly. As for the educational institution itself, it was a former conservatory. The building was quite old and, as I later found out, was an architectural monument protected by the state.

The rector, a man about 60 years old, greeted me quite warmly. After talking with him for a while, he brought me up to speed. He warned me that it wasn't a metropolis here, many students came from villages and nearby small towns, and that I might have difficulties in terms of communication.

And then she walked in. A fair girl with long, white, reddish-tinted wavy hair. Freckles were visible on her face, as if kissed by the sun. Plump, pinkish lips. Thin, narrow, fair shoulders, also covered in freckles, were visible from her off-the-shoulder sundress. She stood out from the entire mass of students and radiated a kind of light and warmth.

When the lecture hall was full of students. I started the lecture. Of course, the lecture that day didn't go well)) it was more of a conversation and Q&A session than any kind of History))

The girls were interested in whether I was married, what perfume I wore, someone even from the crowd asked my shoe size)), whether I liked their educational institution and the city in general. The guys were more interested in questions like how much I earned in my city, what kind of car I had, and things like that.

Several days passed like this until we returned to the topic of our actual purpose there... History.

Day after day, my glances and Lisa's (that was the name of that fair girl) kept meeting each other. Without showing it and not understanding myself, I casually cast glances at her. Lisa showed great interest in the subject and often stayed after everyone else to ask something about history or just chat about topics unrelated to studies. Communicating with her was so easy and simple that I didn't even notice how time flew.

At home, during dinner, talking with my wife and telling her about the students, of course I also told her about Lisa.

— Watch out, Arturchik, a young girl will steal you from me)

— Don't talk nonsense. Lisa is just not like everyone else. And for me, she's just an ordinary student.

— Yeah, right))" murmured Lilia.

The next morning, walking down the corridor towards the restroom, passing by the door to the women's toilet, which was slightly ajar, I became an involuntary witness to a conversation between Lisa and her classmate, or rather not even a conversation, but a fragment of it:

— Go up and tell him everything yourself! He's probably an adult, he'll understand everything.

— No. How? Are you crazy?

Not attaching any importance to it, I went on to relieve myself.

After another class, Lisa, as always, stayed behind. I was putting lectures into my briefcase, packing up my laptop, and she was sitting on my desk, swinging her legs and telling me something. Then, at some point, she moved close to me and kissed me on the lips. You can't really call it a kiss, because I immediately leaned away from her, pushing her away a little.

— What are you doing? What are you doing?" I shouted, taken aback.

She said nothing, took her bag, and ran out of the lecture hall.

For the subsequent classes, and indeed days, Lisa stopped appearing at the university. By that time, I was already the curator of their group. Finding out her address, I decided to go and talk to her, as I felt a certain guilt. Her phone was turned off.

She lived 20 km from the city, in one of the small villages. Getting there by bus and finding the house, I entered the yard and knocked on the door.

— Hey, anyone home! Is anyone alive?

Lisa opened the door, wearing a thin, short housecoat.

— Arthur Albertovich, what are you doing here???

— It's not good, Elizaveta, to skip classes. 4th year is no joke. Exams are coming up.

— Oh, why are we standing here, come in, I'll put the kettle on.

— Do you live alone? In such a big house? Aren't you afraid?

— I live with my aunt here, she's at work now. But otherwise, I'm from another city.

Pouring us tea and setting the table, we sat and chatted.

— I've wanted to tell you for a long time, I really liked you, even on that very first day, but I just didn't show it. Forgive me for that kiss. I understand you're married. I'm not claiming anything.

— Lisa, stop. It's okay. I'm also somewhat to blame, I yelled at you like a little girl.

At that moment, not understanding how, we merged into a kiss. I no longer wanted to push her away; on the contrary, an unknown force pressed me closer and closer to her. Our lips kissed each other, and our tongues intertwined in our mouths. My hands began to brazenly "wander" over her body. Touching her breasts, legs, thighs. My cock stood like a fiery stake, ready to jump out and plunge into her womb. Sliding my hand under her robe and feeling her panties, my hand slipped under their elastic. Running my fingers over her, juice-exuding pussy, trying to insert one finger inside, I realized that Lisa was still a virgin.

At that same moment, I recoiled and pulled away from her. I felt as if hit with a club.

— What? What's wrong? Don't you like me?

— Silly!!" I said, grabbing my head with my hands and sitting on a chair. "This shouldn't be. I'm a teacher, you're a student. That's it. Make sure you attend the university and go to lectures, exams are ahead.

I ran out into the street. Sweat was pouring off me in rivers. I don't remember how I got home. Everything was like in a fog. I didn't have dinner, took a shower, and went to bed. I told my wife there was a pile of work at the office.

For the rest of the week, Lisa and I tried not to cross paths at all. And if I was giving a lecture to their group, I tried not even to look in her direction.

Towards the end of the busy work week, a student named Maxim invited everyone to his dacha, including me. Fortunately, there wasn't a huge age gap between us. They were all 21-22, I was 32. Our topics and interests coincided, and I decided to go. Lilia was initially going to come with me, but at the last moment she changed her mind.

Arriving at the dacha, a beautiful landscape opened up to my eyes. A small two-story dacha house, a barbecue area, tall pine trees, and a sauna that stood right on the riverbank. A bridge led from the sauna to the water. As I understood, after the sauna, you jump from it into the cool waters of the river.

The guys quickly lit the grill and fired up the sauna. The girls set the table. Some played volleyball, some played table tennis.

After having some strong drinks, the games shifted to more adult ones. We started playing spin the bottle. By fate's will, the kiss landed on me and Max, the owner of the dacha. The laughter, of course, was three stories high))) Max, as the host, passed the baton to the girl standing next to him, it was Lisa.

— Well, Arthur Albertovich, the host's word is law.

With a stony face, I kissed her, a short peck. Then laughter again.

So, during the day, we steamed in