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hen I look back to my marriage to Marty, who was a college professor in the government and public policy department, I think back most fondly of the handsome research assistant he had one year. That handsome young man's name was Greg Molloy. When Marty looked at Greg, he saw a promising undergraduate student he could take under his wing. Me? I saw something different. I saw a young stud with a maintenance free body. Really ought to be a rule against me being on a college campus. So many amazingly fit bodies, so little time.
Marty was always so energized about being on a college campus, he loved the lectures and the debates. He loved fucking me, too, but he also loved to fuck some of the lovely co-eds. Can't honestly say I blame him, but being so obvious, sigh, it gets embarrassing. As his department chair asked me while we caught our breath after an enthusiastic standing missionary screw in the department office (just down the hall from Marty's office), "so, if he's got a hot slutty fuck like you at home, why is he banging the young co-eds?" To which I said, "Thanks, I think? But to answer your question, he fucks them for two reasons; first, because they're so fuckable. I mean, look at some of these girls! And second, he fucks them because he can. Just like you and I just did, because we could. Nice thick one, by the way, Professor Chairman."
Anyway, Marty and I were doomed as a married couple, though it wasn't terribly ugly when we split. But oh how we did enjoy using our time together on campus as a personal pussy and cock hunt. And we were great hunters. And Marty led Greg right to me. Which was lucky for me because young hot bodied guys like Greg are typically found where young tight fuckable coeds are found, not in bed with faculty wives. Must have been the not-so-secret listening devices that Marty had in the bedroom -- we gave him some great audio. And the secret camera that I found, that gave the audio. I gave the blowjobs and access to my tight, tanned ass and we were both happy.
But back to how I added Greg to my all-time favorite on-campus fuck buddy list. Marty invited Greg to our home on an evening when we hosted some other faculty and administrators for dinner. Well, Greg must have seen something about me he liked. Was it my ass in the too-tight dress? My legs, tanned and toned and on full display given the short hemline above the knee? My blue eyes? Blonde hair? Did I even care? I just was having a blast and feeling a wet tingle in my private girl place to see this twenty year old totally infatuated with me, following me around, offering to help, asking me if I was a runner (yes), or a tennis player, (yes, again) and did I ever enter competitions (yes a third time, I told him, and then I whispered into his yummy ear, "we should go running some time"). I saw the bulge in his trousers flex and pump. Lust -- it does a body good!
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