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Having made sure to lock the door Robin undressed slowly in front of the full sized mirror on the inside of the closet door as if stripping for themselves They caressed their body, letting their hands run across their small breasts, pinching the nipples gently to make them more sensitive and after several minutes of roaming their hands found their sex and they briefly made a face as it was less than they desired. It wasn't that they were displeased as such with having a vagina but they wanted more, they wanted a penis as well but this was the body given to them and luckily there were contraptions to at least give them a compromise of sorts. Having made sure they were wet enough they took out the box with their RealDoe from the back of the closet and slipped the saddle end inside them and with a smile stood there posing in front of the mirror admiring their big cock for a while, stroking it seductively.

It had not been cheap but well worth every cent they had paid for it, even if they had had to use their mum's credit card for the purchase to confirm being over the age of 18. They had done it after a long, slightly embarrassing conversation about sex with their mum as part of their mum sitting them down to have The Talk. It was easily the best thing they had ever bought and it was more than a toy to them. It was what completed their body image and made them feel whole. It had only been used to fuck another person once, a boy they'd had a brief relationship with shortly before tragedy struck and ruined their life as they'd grown accustomed to it.

Having watched themselves stroking their silicone cock a while they slipped their boxer briefs back on and a white ribbed tank top which gave the impression that they had simply pulled their cock out of their underwear ready to jerk off. They then walked over to their bed and sat down. Rather than taking out their phone to watch porn while masturbating they instead closed their eyes and began to imagine Abigail naked and on her knees in front of them, teasing their cock with her lips and tongue, paying special attention to the root of it where the silicone contraption entered into them. They tugged on the shaft slowly and let out a soft moan. It was an absolutely delicious sensation but they still couldn't help but to think that it was still not the same sensation as what it must feel like to stroke a real cock and ejaculate at the end. Perhaps it could be argued that what they were doing was essentially fucking themselves with a dildo of sorts but it was more than that. It was the stroking motion the sensation of their hand moving up and down the shaft of a cock to create pleasure inside them.

They had tried regular dildos before but it never gave them the same satisfaction, neither in the build up face or in orgasmic intensity. It simply felt wrong and even if they did enjoy the more feminine methods of masturbation by simply rubbing themselves with fingers or sometimes even using a magic wand, like they had earlier that day after their run, this was still their preferred method, stroking a big silicone cock while imagining it was a real cock. It usually didn't take very long for them to orgasm this way and with images of both Abigail and Xavier and their separate encounters with the married couple it was even quicker but they kept going, now imagining themselves in a threesome with them both.

They imagined themselves taking turns with Xavier enjoying Abigail's sweet juices, taking turns giving her oral orgasm upon oral orgasm while at the same time Abigail gave them oral pleasure. They also imagined themselves sharing Xavier's cock with Abigail, taking turns sucking on it, teasing his testicles. They soon came again and still they weren't satisfied. They kept going, stroking the RealDoe ever more vigorously, tugging harder on it, at times almost pulling the saddle out of their vagina, quickly working themselves into an absolute sexual frenzy. Their third orgasm had them shaking as if they were having an epileptic grand mal. For what felt like an eternity they had no control of their spasming muscles. It was doubtlessly one of the most intense orgasms they had experienced, if not the most intense. ever.

Even after they had regained control over their body they just lay there, covered in sweat, breathing hard. They wanted a smoke as always after a good orgasm but that would mean getting dressed and sneaking out and they were simply too exhausted for that. It wasn't long after that they drifted off to sleep even if it was only just after 10 pm.
 
Abigail lay back as her husband continued licking and toying with her sex. She felt him begin to move towards her clitoris, which made her react with tensing her body - this was usually the point at which his enthusiasm and roughness would begun to be uncomfortable for her and the point when she would end the oral attention. But there was something difference this time. And after a couple gentle licks over her clit she felt him begin to poke at her with his tongue which suddenly surprised and alarmed her. "Robin..." she said to herself. This was one of Robin's techniques, one which Abi loved, but still. And a technique that was unmistakable. She had had sex with a lot of men and women over the course of her life and literally no one else had ever done that to her. How did Xavier think of doing that? He had spent all day yesterday in Robin's company. Did Xavier ask for Robin for advice on how to perform cunnilingus on his wife? Did... were they... did they... "Impossible! No way!" She thought. But she was now sufficiently distracted that despite Xavier's attentions and improvement of his attentions nevertheless the sense of excitement and arousal had begun to dissipate. She forced herself to moan, since she suddenly realized that her musings on Xavier's (borrowed?) technique had rendered her momentarily silent.

She was ready to move on, she reached down and pulled him up to her and sought out his lips, kissing him passionately and deeply. The taste of her own wetness on his mouth re-sparked her arousal. She continued to kiss him as she moved her hands over his chest, down lower and lower until she began to rub is cock through his pants and cup and squeeze his balls. Finally she pulled away and indicated by beginning to undo his belt that she was ready to have him remove his pants.
 
Things seemed to be going pretty well, but he had been to this point before. Sure it had been a while since he last did this, but it was usually Abigail that discouraged and ended the ritual He felt her begin to tense up but was confident with Robin's lesson he would show her something special. Following Robin's instructions, the experience still vivid in his mind, he thought he might finally be able to bring Abi to climax with his tongue. Perhaps he should have been more careful, but he had kept trying to tell himself Robin hadn't done anything sexual with his wife. He had felt her tense, it wasn't a surprise but he thought for a moment she had relaxed, maybe even began to enjoy it. But then she was quiet, as if distracted, He kept going, hoping that he hadn't forgotten anything but as he sucked gently upon her clit, massaging it with his tongue he was nearing the point where Robin had climaxed and he would be on his own.

But instead of getting Abi even close she let out a moan that seemed fake even to him. 'What the hell?' He thought to himself just as she began to pull him away from her sex by his hair. He had failed, but she still seemed interested in him. They kissed, her flavor on his lips and tongue as he kissed her back. He had wanted to do something just for her, but as she caressed his cock and balls it was impossible not to continue. As she undid his belt they were soon pushed down and his cock was free. His eagerness took over, 'like horses to the barn' as his dad used to say when he was too eager about anything but way too young for sex.

He rubbed the head of his cock, already slick with precum, along her wet slit. Found her entrance and pressed into her, feeling her part around him. "It's been too long." He said to her with as much affection as he could muster. "It feels so good to be back inside you." He said as he filled her with his cock. But he was highly aroused and it was long after he began to stroke in and out of her that his pace quickened, he moaned and grunted, and he pumped his cum into her. It was too quick, he felt humiliated as he laid on top of her. He kept thrusting, but he was softening quickly. "I'm sorry." He told her as he could no longer stay inside of her.
 
"Don't be sorry..." Abi didn't know what else to say. She was tempted to make some comment about how it really didn't matter and that it was all her fault. But she didn't. "I... I love you Xavier," she said as their bodies began to disengage. She sensed the he was upset, maybe even angry. But she felt only sadness. The two of them really weren't compatible and they had never really been sexually compatible. That Abi thought she could make it work or that she maintained the fantasy that she could encourage him to be more open and willing to experiment was exceptionally naive on her part. And that was her fault. He was who he was, and people don't change. Her dreams of him maybe even her love for him was focused on a fantasy she had invented and imposed upon him. She was to blame for that.

She kissed him again, disengaged herself and got out of bed, going into the bathroom to clean up. As soon as she had closed the door she started to cry. She did not want him to hear her so she turned on the water in the sink, sat on the toilet and began to sob, softly. Even though there had been some awkwardness at first the evening had gone well. They had nice time together for the first time in a long time, but then their sexual incompatibility manifested itself and they both fell back into old patterns of behavior. He had tried to do something a little new, but it was strange.

After allowing herself to cry for about 15 minutes she flushed the toilet, washed her face and turned off the water in the sink. She discarded the pink teddy into the laundry basket and changed into a long simple nightgown and then slipped back into bed. She ran her hand gently over Xavier's back and lay down facing away from him. And there she lay, wide awake. Numb, disappointed and confused. She was well aware that Xavier watched porn and might have just assumed that he was trying out things he had seen in those films. But it didn't feel like acting out a porn scene - it felt like Robin! She couldn't ask him, well, not without giving herself away. What exactly transpired between Xavier and Robin? Surely nothing more than talking. But why would her husband ask one of her students for advice on how to give her oral sex? And why... or how did Robin provide that information. It made her feel as though she had been betrayed... but by whom? And how?

Her iPhone was on the bed table next to her and after a couple hours of laying awake she picked up the phone and considered sending Robin a text, but instead opened up the clock app and set her alarm for 6:00 AM. Laying the phone back on the table she hoped she could fall asleep so the morning could come and she could go back up to her office and just be by herself.
 
Monday morning Robin was up before the alarm went off. They were restless and after a quick shower in the communal bathroom they slipped into a pair of tight fitting torn jeans, a bulky sweatshirt and headed downstairs for some coffee which they took in a to go mug and headed out back for a smoke. They had two periods of social studies from 8:30 -10 and then an hour of math before they had nearly two hours for lunch and to get to Wichita for their advanced literature class with Abigail from 1 - 3 pm. After that they were free for the day and hoped that they would be able to spend it with Abigail.

The morning classes dragged on forever it seemed, not because Robin lacked interest in either subject but because they wanted to get to Wichita early and see if Abigail was free to have lunch with them. There were things they wanted to talk to her about, about Saturday for instance and having essentially ruined their weekend together.

In between classes they did send Xavier a text to ask him how the date had gone, if he had had a chance to use the things they had suggested to him. They were of course also curious about whether or not Abigail would mention the date and if so her impression of it. When math was finally over they made a quick stop in their room to switch books and while they were there they changed into a white button down shirt and headed to the bus stop. As soon as the bus was en route they typed up a text to Abigail to ask if she was free for lunch but changed their mind before sending it and instead deciding to surprise her by simply showing up in her office.

On the way they took some time to go over the next chapter in the book on classical literature Abigail was using as a guideline for her classes and approximately forty minutes after leaving Sedgwick they knocked on the door to Abigail's office.
 
Abi had slept fitfully and woke up before her alarm. She quickly took a shower, got herself dressed, made herself a cup of coffee (but otherwise did not eat breakfast) and was out of the house and to her office early. There was something about the "date" that really bothered her and she was pretty sure it had to do with Robin. She spent her morning brooding about it. But she simply couldn't believe that anything had happened between them, besides, she reminded herself, she really wasn't the jealous type. But that Robin had given her husband sex advice really bothered her for some reason and she just couldn't figure out why. "Maybe it's just because it is Robin..." she told herself finally. It was like they had a threesome last night only with two bodies and a spirit.

She was startled out of her reverie by a knock at her door, behind which stood Robin! "It's you." She said without much enthusiasm and immediately turned and returned to her desk. "Did you need something?" Her manner was cold, but their presence made her nervous and she felt herself begin to tremble.
 
Robin smiled as the door opened but it did fade a little when they noticed Abigail's lack of enthusiasm. They did enter their professor's office though and closed the door behind them.
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry bout Saturday. It was stupid really to let your husband drive me rather than taking the bus."
They stood just inside the door for a little while before walking over to Abigail. They bit their bottom lip almost nervously before adding that they had hoped the two of them could have lunch before class.
"I've missed you all weekend," they then confessed and looking into Abigail's eyes walked around her desk, leaned in and gave her a kiss.
"Like really missed you."
 
Abi turned her head and avoided the kiss, then pointed the the chair on the other side of her desk. After an awkward silence she looked up at Robin, "Thanks for the book. He told me you chose it for him."

She paused and looked at them, "That wasn't the only thing you gave him, was it?" She didn't wait for an answer. "I suppose as you knew that my husband would want sex last night, of course. He always wants sex. That was not new. But, it was different last night. Do you want t know why? Because, It felt like I was making love to you. He has never understood how to... you know, well, lick my pussy without being really rough. But funny thing, last night he tried all kinds of different techniques, he was patient and gentle - actually too patient and gentle. But all of it reminded me of you!" Her face had turned red and her voice was shaking as she spoke. "What is going on? He didn't think that up on his own and he didn't get it from his porn. He got this from you! So, since when are you giving my husband advice on sex?"

She got up from her chair and walked toward the window, then turned again on Robin, taking a deep breath before she spoke. "I am way more open to alternative arrangements than Xavier is, but I don't like being the object of a conspiracy. Frankly, Robin, it feels like a betrayal."
 
Xavier hadn't set an alarm, having the day off there was no need and he slept soundly after climaxing inside of his wife even if he had felt terrible for how it ended for her. Though she was the one who had stopped him, he had tried, he thought he had done everything Robin had told him. His mind had wandered before drifting off to sleep, thinking about how if Robin had been there what they might have told him he had done wrong. But then his mind wandered further, thinking about Robin being in bed with him, or even both of them. It was a hot fantasy, but that was all, such a thing wouldn't happen, couldn't happen. But it was enjoyable to think about as he finally drifted off.

Abi was gone by the time he woke. He felt almost depressed as he laid there thinking. He ate and puttered around the house. But then he just couldn't help himself. He got his phone and texted Robin, just about the time they were in Abi's office.

"It didn't work worse than before. SOS!!!" He needed their help, it was a risk but he was beginning to think he had nothing to lose.
 
Robin gave Abigail a surprised and disappointed look when she avoided the kiss but they nodded and sat down in the visitor's chair. They crossed one leg over the other and waited for Abigail to speak.
"I thought it could be a fun gift to suggest for him to give you," they said and smiled but the smile soon faded when Abigail continued and at some point in Abigail's rant it almost felt as if Abigail was about to break down the way her voice trembled.
This was not something they had anticipated as a result of their day spent with Xavier and now they had to come up with an answer, preferably one that didn't include them having had sex with him.

They looked at Abigail and bit their bottom lip betraying that the question, if not actually an accusation, made them nervous but before they had come up with an answer Abigail got up and walked over to the window and then as she spoke again it became clear to Robin that the situation might not be as bad as they had initially thought, despite Abigail mentioning that it felt like betrayal. There was really only one thing for it and that was to tell her the truth, the full and unabbreviated truth but without going into any of the naughty details of what had transpired between them and Xavier.
"Well ..." they began, made a brief pause as if to find the next few words.
"After you cancelled out Saturday, which I totally understand and am truly sorry for, I had to make it look like I was actually in town to shop so I had him drop me off at the mall. Then when I was done I took him up on his offer of a ride back home. He said he had business in Wichita anyhow and I could call and check to see if he was still here when I was done and then he wanted to talk, about you, about some things I had said on the way here about how ... I dunno ... how sex doesn't always have to be a bout penetration and how you would probably appreciate him showing a bit of selfless interest in your body and the pleasure he could provoke in it without the need to own it."
They paused and looked at Abigail. She was so beautiful backlit by the window.
"I know it might sound weird but I think he was actually honest in his need of advice. He really wants to try to understand so ..."
They bit their bottom lip and looked down at the desk, picked up a pen lying there, clicked it a few times and put it back before looking up at Abigail again, meeting her eyes.
"Don't be angry now, please, but ... words only go so far, y'know, so ... I kind of showed him what to do. I didn't realise you would notice it that clearly but rather just appreciate his efforts to focus on your pleasure rather than his own."
They tried to hold Abigail's gaze but eventually looked down into their lap.
"I'm sorry it made you feel betrayed," they said in a low voice and bit their lip again.
"Maybe I should have told you but I wanted it to be a surprise."
When they looked back up in Abigail's general direction their eyes were moist as if they were about to start crying.
"I'm really really sorry."
 
Abi listened to Robin's apology and looked over at them. She looked into his eyes and thought for a moment that they might start crying. "I forgive you." She said gently after a moment. "But it was just really odd. It wasn't just the fact Xavier was taking his time and being gentle, which was kind of new. But there was something else, something he did that just felt like you." Abi turned and looked back out of the window. "I don't know..." She looked back at Robin. "Ok, let's go get some lunch." She walked over to them and extended her hand, gently caressing their cheek. "I"m sorry I dumped on you. I get you were trying to help and maybe I should give him more credit. I mean he did try to be attentive and gentle. It just freaked me out. It was so unexpected and it really did feel like you."

Abi was relatively quiet as they walked together across campus to the Student Union. Being a faculty member Abi had access to the private faculty dining room where she and Robin could eat in private. She paid for their lunch and settled into a table by the window that was separated from the room by a partition.

"I don't really know why I am putting myself through all of this. Why can't I just walk away from this marriage? We aren't compatible. It is so obvious to me. But, when I am with him there is something that draws me to him like a magnet. I don't understand it. He still excites me. I still want to be with him. It is a deep emotional connection which I can't break no matter how much my logical mind tells me to just walk away." She paused to take a bite of her salad. "So, since you have now gotten to know him. What do you think of Xavier? Do you think there is any hope for our marriage? Do you think the effort to be more attentive was sincere or just a momentary attempt to manipulate me?"
 
Robin did snivel and blinked when Abigail said that she forgave them. They nodded that they understood that it must have been a rather freaky experience. Then a smile broke on their face. They touched the back of their hands to their eyes to dry them before actual tears formed.
"It's ok," they said when Abigail apologised for having dumped on them.
"I understand and I suppose I kind of deserved it."
They smiled again and stood up.
"Lunch then," they said and followed Abigail across campus, about half a step behind her so they could occasionally sneak a subtle glance at her rear moving from side to side as she walked.

At the Student Union Robin picked up a bacon and cheese burger with fries, a large serving of mixed salad and a bottle of Mountain Dew to wash it all down with. They sat down opposite Abigail and listened to her continue the conversation from her office while they unwrapped the burger.
"What do I think of him?" they asked and studied their burger for a few seconds before lifting the top bun to add some of the salad to it.
"First of all, yes I do believe he was sincere in wanting to understand how to give you more pleasure, to make you feel more ... appreciated, as a woman, as a person and perhaps most importantly as his wife."
They took a bite of the burger, chewed, swallowed and followed it with a sip from the bottle.
"Friday night was probably a huge shock to him with all the things you told him, not to mention how hard you fought for him to release me into your custody. I don't think he has ever noticed that side of you before, if indeed you have shown it to him."
They paused and let the words sink in while focusing on their burger for another two bites.
"It was probably also a big eye opener for him and I think that is why he sought me out for advice. I don't think he suspects anything other than you being my teacher and I your student, if perhaps a slightly special one. No, he came to me because he truly wants to save your marriage, not just to keep up appearances but because he truly does love you. He just needs a bit help in understanding exactly what that means and from what you said it seems you too need to figure that out, what it is that attracts you to him, what that deep emotional bond consists of. It could of course be because you have children together but I doubt that is more than a fraction of the reason."
They paused again and smiled at Abigail before picking up the fork and spearing a big mouthful of the salad.
"This needs dressing. Think about what I said and I'll be back in a few."

Robin got up and walked back to the salad bar and while trying to decide which dressing to choose they took out their phone to check the message that had arrived while they were in Abigail's office. They suspected it was from Xavier reporting back from how the night had gone and indeed it was. It didn't work worse than before. SOS!!! Simple, to the point and reeking of desperation. But in a way it had worked. It had just worked a little too well if anything. Perhaps that wasn't what he needed to hear though because the truth that they had been intimate with his wife might simply convince him that his marriage was over and that his wife and the mother of his children was about to leave him for a student and on top of that for a student he probably perceived as female.

It was at that moment when their mind subconsciously deciphered the three capitalised letters at the end of his desperate cry for help, Save Our Souls, that it dawned on them that they both needed to be saved, sort of. Neither of them would be happy, whether they stayed married or got divorced, unless something changed. They both loved each other even if neither of them could explain what it was about the other they loved, at the same time they were wearing on each other and neither of them was happy with their relationship. The plan Robin came up with right there and then as they reached for a container of blue cheese dressing and another of melted cheddar for their fries was perhaps extreme and if it failed it would make things that much worse but at least Abigail seemed open to something far beyond the social norm.
We'll talk when I get back from Wichita! they typed back to him without any further explanation and returned to Abigail.
"When it comes to whether there is hope for your marriage or not I dunno. I suppose it all depends on both of you really. He is willing to change, or at least make a serious attempt at changing, but he also needs to feel that his efforts are being appreciated, y'know?"
They drenched the salad in dressing and took another mouthful of it.
"I do have an idea though but it is a bit ... I dunno ... out there."
 
Abigail listened quietly picking at her salad as Robin spoke. What they said made a lot of sense, and Abi wondered about how it possible they had so much insight into human relationships at such a young age,

"...No, he came to me because he truly wants to save your marriage, not just to keep up appearances but because he truly does love you. He just needs a bit help in understanding exactly what that means and from what you said it seems you too need to figure that out, what it is that attracts you to him, what that deep emotional bond consists of..."

Robin got up to get salad dressing leaving Abi with a myriad of contradictory thoughts floating randomly through her mind. "What attracts me to that man? What is the source of this deep emotional bond?" She could not deny she loved him or that she was terribly attracted to him, despite the fact that physically they had drifted away from each other a while ago. She thought of her night alone and how at the center of her masturbatory fantasy was not Robin, or anyone else - it was Xavier, her husband. But it was a Xavier who she felt had gotten lost, who didn't seem to exist anymore, or who had withdrawn from her. So what was it she wanted from him? Well, some respect would be nice; a basic interest in her and her life and an attempt at a little enthusiasm about the things she was excited about. It hurt her so deeply when he would discount and dismiss her like she was a little girl, like he had done at the station with his oregano comment. She thought about their physical encounter from the previous night. It didn't work - why? Because it wasn't Xavier. He was trying to be Robin, even without realizing it. She didn't want him to be Robin, she wanted him to be Xavier. She wanted him to take her, she wanted a certain amount of his roughness, his masculine aggression, she wanted him to fill her completely. Another scene from her fantasy passed through her mind: being stopped by a cop who then strips, spanks and ravishes her for speeding. The cop was her husband!

This confusing quodlibet of thoughts had begun to have an effect. She could feel her body responding to the images of Xavier taking her sexually that were flitting through her mind. She could feel her heart beating a little faster, her skin feeling more sensitive, moisture... She was slightly startled out of her reverie by Robin returning to the table with their salad. Sitting back down at the table Robin was still talking about her marriage, continuing where they had left off as it were. She hardly heard him as she was focused on her arousal until he took a bite of salad looked up and said,

"I do have an idea though but it is a bit ... I dunno ... out there."

Abi raised her eyebrows? "Really? What?" She said softly as she shifted in her seat.
 
Robin nodded. They looked around and concluded that they were along, there was no one else in the faculty dining section. Even so they lowered their voice and leaned in close to Abigail, urging her to do the same so they could whisper.
"Maybe that was exactly what went wrong last night. What you desire from your husband is not what you desire from me and yet you crave both. There is a very obvious solution to that and I think you know just as well as I do what that is."
They then sat back again and finished their burger leaving Abigail to consider the proposition before focusing on their fries.

They were of course talking about a threesome and while they were relatively sure that Abigail would be no stranger to the idea it was less certain how Xavier would react to the idea. They did suspect that he would not be hard to convince though. After all, was not such a threeway as they would propose every man's wettest dream?

They smiled and while Abigail took in the suggested solution they drifted off into fantasies about how they would assist Abigail in giving Xavier a blowjob he would never forget, how they buried their face between Abigail's thighs to devour her swollen lips and clit while she gave oral to Xavier, how they and Abigail pleasured each other in a sixty nine while Xavier first just watched and then took his wife from behind with all the force and passion he was capable of, how they gave Abigail a DP. The further into these kinds of fantasies they drifted the more they felt themselves get aroused and soon they sat there biting their lip with their eyes closed, completely oblivious of their surroundings.
 
Abi listened to Robin quietly and it took a moment for her to completely understand what they were suggesting. "Are... are you suggesting...? You have got to be kidding! I don't see him ever agreeing to that." She looked around and whispered, "A threesome with all three of us!?!"

The idea was surprising to Abi, but it wasn't the first time she had thought of it. It had been a part of her fantasy life. But for her that is all that it was - a fantasy. "Robin, he is so jealous. I can't see it happening just for that reason. And his jealousy is visceral. It is a deep part of him that is a part of who he is. Even if he were to agree I would worry about how he would react when he saw... well when he saw us."

She looked at Robin and into her fertile mind came images of her guiding Xavier's cock to the entrance of Robin's vagina and using her mouth to suck his cock and their clitoris together; of her licking Robin while Xavier fucked her from behind; of her tied up forced to watch as Robin sucked Xavier." She could feel her heart beating faster and her arousal spreading. Her nipples were erect and desperate to be touched, her pussy was soaked with her arousal. She brushed her hand over her breasts and then let it drop into her lap and pushed her hand against herself as she squeezed her legs together.

"It is kind of hot to think about." She was flushed with arousal. "I'm not hungry anymore for lunch." She whispered as she gazed at Robin's beautiful face and looked over their body.
 
They nodded as Abigail spoke the words. A threesome with all of them. Maybe even more than just a threesome. Robing had not actually thought about it but now that the words had been spoken they realised that there was no reason why such a thing would have to be a one time thing. They had already developed strong feelings towards Abigail over the few months they had known each other and Xavier, well he might perhaps be rough around the edges but there was potential they thought, for him to become someone they could get emotionally attached to as well. It would of course have to be a secret since this was by no means Brooklyn where such a relationship might have raised a few eyebrows but here they sensed that it would not only be frowned upon but potentially lead to Xavier, and perhaps also Abigail, losing their jobs and becoming social outcasts to the point where it might become necessary for them to move. The Midwest was after all far from New York.
"Don't worry about Xavier. I will talk to him," they said.
While they did understand Abigail's hesitation towards the idea and Xavier's nature in general they felt more optimistic about it. Perhaps he was as jealous as Abigail suggested, perhaps it was as deeply imprinted on him as she claimed it was, perhaps it was simply that she no longer knew her husband as well as she once had, perhaps she still saw him the way he had been to her for so many years, a dominant male who only saw her the way he wanted her to be rather than as who she was. Robin was sure they could open his mind the way they had already begun to open his eyes.

"It is, isn't it?" Robin agreed and then finished their drink before gathering everything up on the tray.
"I could probably still eat but there are other things I hunger more for than food," they said and smiled while returning the same sort of look Abigail was giving them, one of hunger and desire.
"Your office?"
They stood up and with perhaps a bit more swagger than usual walked over to put it in the dishes.
 
Abi got up and walked with Robin back to her office. She was no stranger to the feelings of intense arousal. In fact, it was pretty common for her and had been for almost as long as she could remember. If she could have gotten away with it she would have put her arms around Robin right then and there, but she didn't dare, Instead she walked quickly with them to her building, then into the elevator - alone. She was tempted to kiss Robin after the doors closed but she knew that the building security had a camera in the elevator so she put out her hand towards them, and then motioned up towards the camera. Finally they arrived at the 3rd floor. Abi's office was in the farthest wing of the 3rd floor. Her office was set apart from her colleagues and was actually in one of the building turrets, which gave her a wonderful panoramic view of campus. Trembling she fumbled for her keys and then opened the door and slipped inside with Robin. She closed and locked the door and turned around and faced him leaning against the door.

"All of this talk of threesomes..." She spoke breathlessly in a whisper. "You know what it has done to me!" She slipped her hand into her blazer and began to squeeze her breasts as she moved her other hand down over her tummy down between her legs but still overtop of her knee length skirt. "I can't help but see Xavier's big cock in your mouth as I lick you and finger myself."

She pulled up her skirt slightly so she could get her hand underneath her skirt. Her white cotton panties were by now soaking wet, her nipples were painfully erect and she could not stop herself from caressing her breath and pinching her nipples through her blouse and bra and rubbing herself with her other hand.
 
The excitement of such a generally simple act as walking across the campus green from the student union's dining hall to the faculty building, ride the elevator up to the third floor, knowing that anyone might see them at any time without knowing or even suspecting what went on inside their minds and bodies was an extraordinary feeling and by the time they were finally behind the locked door of Abigail's office Robin couldn't take it anymore. They stood for a few moments with their back against the dark heavy wooden door and just breathed as they watched Abigail touch herself.
"I can almost taste him just thinking about it," they said and ran a hand down their small breasts, down over their stomach and down to their crotch where they, just like Abigail, began to caress themselves through the fabric of their jeans.
"The drops of precum leaking into my mouth as your tongue tease my clit, your lips sucking on my labia."
They moaned and closed the distance between themselves and Abigail. They reached their free hand around to the back of her head and kissed her, hard, deep, as if wanting to devour her lips.
"I want you to taste him on my lips, my tongue, after he has cum in my mouth," they whispered as they broke the kiss.
"I want to taste myself on your lips and tongue, mixing his taste with mine."

They were at this point so excited that they actually trembled. Their legs felt weak and they gave in to that weakness, dropping down to their knees and took in the scent of Abigail's arousal before running their tongue over the soaked white cotton fabric.
"Better yet," they whispered and let out a soft moan..
"I want to taste him from your other lips after he has fucked you hard from behind."
Another moan escaped their lips before they latched onto Abigail's clit through the white cotton panties. Their hand moved inside their jeans and inside their boxer briefs as well. Their sex was so sensitive and aroused that the clit was like a small erection.
 
Abi moaned in a combination of frustration and pleasure as she listened to Robin speak - drawing even more creative images of Xavier's cock. As he came in close to kiss him she opened her mouth and kissed him passionately slipping her hand from around her own breasts to their chest and caressing their breasts through their shirt. She felt Robin then drop to their knees and begin to explore her sex. With both of her hands she pulled her skirt up above her waist so that her wet panties were now exposed to them along with her naked and wet thighs. She felt Robin's lips and tongue probe the outside of her womanhood and then then latching on to her clitoris they began to suck her through the cotton fabric of her panties. She moaned loudly as she caressed Robin's head and watched as Robin opened their pants and slipped their hand inside. She felt Robin moan, the vibrations further enflaming her.

She pulled open her blazer and then unbuttoned her blouse freeing her breasts from the cups of her bra. The cool air felt nice against her naked breasts and she moaned as she pinched her thick, erect nipples as she concentrated on Robin's continuing attentions to her pussy. With a breathless voice she spoke softly continuing the fantasy Robin had started, "Xavier's balls are full of cum, Robin. When he fills me I drip for hours. Sometimes down my legs even when I go out in public. He has even fucked me before I taught and I ended up teaching with his cum running down my legs. And he has enough for both of us. I want to drink his cum from your cunt!"

There was inside of Abi something animalistic that was released when she was aroused. She worked hard to keep it under control, but when released it overwhelmed her. It had always been like this for her. But she had rarely allowed Xavier to see this part of her. He seemed to have an image of a rather virginal woman in his mind. But Abi longed to release this animalistic spirit with her husband. She wanted him to know how insatiable and sexual she was. She wanted him to either take her as she was or let her go.

She almost screamed as she felt Robin increasing the intensity of his mouth against her sex. By now she had stripped herself of her bra, blouse and blazer which hung from her body like a limp flag on a windless day. Her skirt was held by one hand up so she could be exposed to Robin. "You can have my cunt anytime!" She said with a guttural voice.
 
"Fuck yes," Robin whispered into Abigail's still cotton-covered cunt.
The images of the seemingly prim, proper and somewhat strict Professor Saunders standing before her class with cum dripping down her thighs sent them into an absolute frenzy. The hand inside their underwear began to move faster and apply more pressure on their clit while their free hand tore those soaked white cotton panties covering Abigail's cunt aside to expose the desired soft, wet flesh. Two fingers went inside that warm welcoming cavity. Fuelled by images of the two of them in a 69 eating Xavier's cum off of and out of each other's cunts they pushed the fingers knuckle deep and began to fuck Abigail with them, fast and hard while still sucking hard on her clit.
"Fuck I want you so bad. I want to fuck you so hard it will hurt both of us," they moaned around the sensitive pearl of flesh.

They then stood up without pulling out their fingers, kissed Abigail, sharing her taste, grabbed her large full breasts and gave them a squeeze. One leg pushed up between Abigail's legs until the fabric rubbed against her soaking wet cunt. They began to thrust their hips to push the fingers in and out of Abigail as if they were fucking her up against her desk. Why had they not remembered to pack their RealDoe? Because they didn't want Abigail to think that they had hoped for exactly this situation? Whatever the reason they now cursed the fact that the silicone cock substitute was neatly packed away in its box at the back of their closet in Sedgwick.
 
By now Abi had completely shed her blazer, blouse and bra. She pinched and squeezed her breasts and nipples as she felt Robin licking and exploring her pussy. Then in a quick motion he pulled her panties away and plunged his fingers inside of her. She screamed and moaned as she felt herself being fucked. Robin pushed inside deep as his fingers jammed up against her clitoris.

As he stood with one hand still fucking her cunt and the other now squeezing and prodding her large breasts she pushed a hand inside their pants and moved it between their legs, finding their clitoris which she immediately began to rub and caress, applying similar pressure to what Robin was applying to her. She returned Robin's passionate kisses as she felt an orgasm begin to build. Robin continued his assault on her cunt and this soon sent her over the top. She moaned into their mouth.

Without missing a beat Abi slipped to her knees, pulled the pants down, pushed Robin against the door and began to toy, kiss and lick their cunt. Hungrily lapping at their labia she gently pulled them apart, kissed their clit and sucked it into her mouth. At the same time she toyed with the their vaginal opening with one hand and reached up and under their shirt and began playing with their nipples and breasts with the other.

Abigail had spent a lot of time on her knees over the course of her life. She was experienced in oral sex and loved it intensely. She loved to have her cunt filled by her husband, but in many ways she preferred this position - naked, on her knees, her mouth licking and sucking, her hands exploring and caressing. She hungrily used her mouth and fingers on Robin, until she finally pulled her hand from Robin's breasts and slipped it back between her legs and pushed her own fingers into her own still wet and throbbing cunt. She fucked herself as she hungrily devoured Robin's cunt.
 
It was all heatwave and flash as they went at each other like two feral beasts, driven by nothing but pure lust. Robin pressed their thumb harder against Abigail's clit while rubbing it in circular motions while humping their lover's hand now inside their underwear. They were of course not a virgin except maybe in the technical sense of the word, having never been penetrated by anything other than fingers and the saddle of their RealDoe, but this, with Abigail, the chemistry and heat between them, their shared lust for each other, was without question the best sex they had ever had.

They felt Abigail's cunt tighten around their fingers as she orgasmed but didn't stop fucking her with their fingers until she dropped to her knees and pulling down their pants pushed them up against the door. They gasped with pleasure as the felt Abigail's tongue opening up her labia to fully expose their clit. They rested their hands on her head, caressed heir hair and leaned their head against the door with eyes closed.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum," they whispered as they felt the tip of Abigail's finger tease around their vaginal orifice before ever so gently slipping inside.
They gripped Abigail's hair and thrust their hips at her, humping her face and finger, until they were overtaken by an immense orgasm. Had they not been pushed against the door they would certainly have collapsed. As it was she could slide down to Abigail's level using the door as support.

They kissed Abigail and then pushed her back onto the floor. Seconds later they had lifted one of her legs and slipped their own underneath it. Their other leg was over Abigail's other leg. Their cunts now touching Robin began to grind into her lover while groping her breasts, pinching those large brown nipples.
"Fuck I wish I could fuck you for real," they said.
"Plunge my big hard cock deep inside you and fuck you raw."
 
Robin pushed their cunt against Abi's cunt and they began tribbing. Abi had lost any sense of decorum and her animal nature had taken over. The feeling of her pussy rubbing, jammed up against Robin's, the feel of Robin's hand and fingers squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples pushed Abi to the edge.

"Plunge my big hard cock deep inside you and fuck you raw." Those words spoken powerfully pushed Abi over the edge and she struggled to keep herself from screaming out loud. She felt waves upon waves of intense pleasure wash over and through her body. Uncontrollably she began to cry.

She rolled away from Robin and then on the floor pulled herself up to them and enclosed them in her arms kissing and hugging. Her heart was pounding as she lay quietly in their arms. Finally she pulled away and stood up. Except for her wet and slightly ripped stockings she was naked. Her large saggy breasts bounced as she moved. She stumbled to her desk, opened a drawer and took out a towel which she lay on her chair before collapsing into it. And there she sat with her legs apart, naked at her desk. Her soaking wet pussy on display.

"Oh god Robin..." was really all she could say.
 
It was almost more of a wrestling match than sex the way Robin and Abigail pressed and rubbed against each other with a feral intensity. Robin might actually have caught themselves growling deep in their throat before their body shook with yet another orgasm. Their thrusts became erratic and involuntary as they lost control over their muscles ever so briefly. To keep from letting out a loud howl they almost swallowed their bottom lip and bit down hard on it as they let themselves fall backwards away from Abigail where they soon found themselves embraced by Abigail. A big happy smile spread across their face and their heavy breaths were interrupted by bursts of giggles.

Still catching their breath they lay there, on the floor of Abigail's office, naked from the waist down but with their shirt still mostly on, looking at the almost fully naked frame of their lover. She was almost three time their own age but no one had made them this happy before. There might still be some ways to go before Robin would start to think about calling it love but they were deeply infatuated with Ms Saunders, well beyond a simple high school crush. Not only was the sex amazing but there was also a deeper emotional connection. Abigail understood them in a way most adults didn't.

"I know right?" Robin replied and sat up, pulling their legs up underneath them and smiled as they now had a very nice view of Abigail's fully exposed, soaking wet crotch underneath her desk. A quick glance at the clock hanging over the door kind of broke the spell though as there was not a lot time left before they both had to be presentable and headed to class. They found their boxer briefs and the sock that had been rolled up inside. Then as they had pulled their jeans up they took some time to just admire the beauty of the still naked Abigail behind her desk with those large, if perhaps a bit saggy, beautiful breasts rising and falling with each breath she drew.
"You are absolutely stunning," they said.

They buttoned their jeans and gathered the rest of their things.
"I really need a smoke now. See you in class," they said and walked over to give Abigail a quick kiss before using the fire escape to get down to the ground behind the faculty building where there was a small park.
They lit a cigarette and leaned up against the wall, still giggling from time to time, happier than they had been for ages.
 
Still sitting in her chair naked Abi bid Robin goodbye with a kiss. "See you in class." As they were heading to the door, she cautioned, "Be careful leaving, make sure no one is in my hallway."

After Robin left, Abi sat almost as in a trance naked at her desk. She looked over at her phone and picked it up. She had received a few texts from students, but nothing from Xavier. She thought about what Robin had told her about Xavier's motivation. She began to wonder if maybe she had judged her husband too harshly. Maybe she was doing what she always accused him of doing - reacting to her preconceptions or her set image of her husband which allowed no room for for him to modify his behavior. or way of relating to her. That wasn't really fair to him. Then she thought of Robin's idea of a threesome with Robin and Xavier. The idea excited her. Just thinking about it gave her a little tingle and she ran her hand over her bush. But she just didn't see it happening... though... maybe she was still stuck in her judgment mode.

She opened the texting app on her phone and composed a text to her husband: "Hi, sorry I had to leave so early this morning. I had a bunch of papers to finish before my first class. I also wanted to apologize for my moodiness last night. Thank you for a really nice evening. I really enjoyed it. I'm sorry I was a little distracted, but it wasn't you. I'll be home at the usual time tonight, if you want to do something. Anyway, hope you have a great day. I love you. (heart / heart / heart).

Send! She stared at the phone. She hardly ever sent her husband texts. This will be a surprise she thought. "I hope he will take it as a nice surprise."

She set the phone down on the desk, got up and went through the room collecting her clothes. She stopped for a moment in front of the full length mirror and looked at her naked body. Even though she kept herself in shape she could nevertheless see the results of her aging. She sighed. "I guess I can understand why he might be attracted to younger women whose bodies haven't begun to sag so much." Standing by the door, still looking in the mirror she dressed slowly. First her bra and blouse, then she looked for her panties. She couldn't find them. Did they get tossed underneath something? She looked, she couldn't find them anywhere. "Well, it is not the first tie I have taught without panties." she said to herself as she put on her skirt and fixed her stockings. Then carefully checking the hallway, she slipped from her office into the ladies room across the hall. It was essentially a private bathroom since she was alone in this part of the building. She locked the door and cleaned herself. She Then returned to her office to prepare for her mid afternoon class, where she would once again see Robin.
 
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