My life seemed so perfect. I was happily married to the love of my life. Married for twenty-three years with two beautiful teenage girls. I was a business professor at our local college and was well respected at work and within my community.

That all started unraveling the first day I saw Rebecca.

The spring semester was just beginning. I was walking across the quad to my mid-afternoon marketing class when I saw her. At first, it was just a passing glance at a group of three students walking together, but something made me turn to look more closely.

All three of the women were cute in their own way, but there was something about the one in the middle. She had stunningly beautiful auburn hair cascading over her shoulders. She was wearing a plain t-shirt that accentuated her full, perky breasts and blue jean shorts that showed off her long, shapely legs. She had a presence about her that had me momentarily captivated.

Just before they passed, she looked at me and smiled. Her emerald-green eyes pierced my soul. My heart almost stopped. Never had someone so affected me in such a short period of time. The group passed by, and I smiled as I shook my head to refocus my thoughts on the day ahead.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. I found my thoughts continually returning to the girl in the quad. How her auburn hair shined in the sunlight. How her green eyes sparkled as they met mine. Her bright smile had made my day. I could not seem to get her out of my thoughts.

Later that evening, as I spooned with my wife in bed, I started to get aroused as my stiffening cock slid between her ass cheeks. My wife, sensing my eagerness, started to wiggle her ass to match my movements.

She turned to me and cooed, "My, someone is sure revved up today."

She slid her hand into my boxers and wrapped her hand around my now rock-hard cock. I just moaned as her talented fingers began to work their magic on me.

She slid down the bed, sliding my boxers off as she went. She looked lovingly at my shaft as she whispered, "It's been too long since we did this."

With her hand slowly pumping up and down my rod, she lowered her lips and licked the drop of precum that had formed on my tip.

"MMM, so delicious," she sighed.

With that, she lowered her head and took me fully into her mouth, swirling her tongue around my shaft. It felt exquisite, and I moaned in approval, stirring her on even more.

That is when it happened. My thoughts suddenly returned to the beautiful young coed I had seen earlier that day. I began to imagine it was her sucking my cock. I could actually visualize in my head that it was her ruby red lips wrapped around my shaft providing my pleasure and not my wife's. I began to moan at the thought.

My wife pulled off my cock and smiled up at me. "Someone is so worked up tonight. It is turning me on so much."

She slowly began to crawl up my body until she was sprawled above my hips. She kneeled up and slid her lace panties to the side and lined her pussy above my cock that was now standing vertically below her. She began to lower herself down on my stiff member. I slowly slid into her, feeling her tight walls gripping me until she was fully impaled on my rock-hard manhood.

She started to slowly move up and down on my shaft, moaning with her own pleasure.

Again, my mind wandered to the young redhead. My mind pictured her fit body riding up and down on my shaft. I could fully see her in my mind, her perky young breasts bouncing as she rode me. Her eyes locked onto mine as we shared this moment of passion.

I grabbed my wife's hips, lifting her off my shaft and rolling her off me. I roughly pushed her onto her hands and knees as I positioned myself behind her. I lined myself up and pushed into her warm and wet pussy in one mighty thrust.

She grunted as I pounded her from behind, each thrust more needy than the last.

In my mind, it was the young coed I was fucking. I was completely lost in my fantasy.

My wife, having no clue of the wicked thoughts I was visualizing in my head, moaned in pleasure as we coupled. I felt her walls tremble as she started to orgasm around my shaft, her juices flowing between us. This pushed me over the edge as well, and I shot rope after rope of my hot seed into her womb.

We collapsed together in a sweaty heap on the bed. I slid out of her well-used pussy, my cum dripping from her hole.

"Wow, that was something," she said. "I don't remember the last time we fucked like that. What got into you tonight?"

"I don't know," I lied.

"Whatever it was, I really liked it and hope we can repeat it soon."

With that, she rested her head against my shoulder and started to doze off.

I lay awake listening to her breathing start to slow as she fell asleep, my mind still picturing the young student.

Over the next several days, I did not see my fantasy angel again. I often found myself scanning the hallways and quad, hoping for a quick glimpse, but never saw her again as much as I tried.

I began fantasizing about her constantly. I masturbated often, each time with a different wicked scenario playing in my head. She would either be sucking my cock until I came down her throat and all over her pretty face, or we would be fucking in every imaginable position.

My wife and I also had several more intense fuck sessions. She never had a clue that in my mind I was not with her but always instead with my newfound obsession.

A few days later, after my long day at school finally finished, I gathered my things together and headed for my car. I was eager to get home to fuck my wife again. As I crossed the parking lot, Jeanne, the dean of students, flagged me down.

"Phillip, how have the first few days of class been?" she asked with a smile.

Jeanne and I had worked together for years, and we had a very good working relationship.

"It has been pretty routine," I lied. Everything about the last few days had been anything but routine.

"I have a favor to ask of you. I have a student whose schedule was botched by administration. She should have enrolled in your marketing class but was assigned a mar-com class by mistake. Is there any way you can approve the transfer for her at this point?"

Normally the school did not approve transfers after the first week. It had to be approved by both the dean and the professor.

"Sure, I have no issues if you are in agreement. I hate causing any undue hardship on our students," I replied.

"Perfect! Thanks, Phillip. Her name is Rebecca Wilson, and I will take care of all the paperwork to have her join your class tomorrow."

We said our goodbyes, and I headed home. My wife was out with our girls, so I had the house to myself. Again, my mind drifted to thoughts of my mystery girl. I imagined her full ruby lips wrapped around my cock, giving me another mind-bending blowjob. As I had done countless times over the past week, I pulled my cock from my pants and stroked myself to a satisfying climax.

Shaking my head, I quickly cleaned myself up. What was wrong with me? I had seen this girl for less than a minute, and she was now taking over my waking life.

The following day, as the students started filing in for my marketing class, my heart stopped. There she was. The girl from the quad was confidently striding into class toward me. She stuck her hand out to shake my hand. Still stunned, I mindlessly put my hand out and grasped her hand.

"Hello, Professor Adams, my name is Rebecca Wilson. Thank you so much for approving my transfer. This was one of the last classes I needed to graduate this year."

"Very nice to meet you, Rebecca. So happy we could get this all straightened out," I stammered, still holding her hand for far too long.

She smiled the same beautiful smile at me that I recalled from the very first time I had laid my eyes on her.

"Why don't you take that empty seat there in the front?" I said as I pointed.

"I sure hope I can catch up quickly with what I have missed. I so want to make sure I pass this course," she replied.

She turned and took the seat in the front row, smiling and introducing herself to her new neighbors.

I had lived the last week spending almost every waking hour thinking about and fantasizing about this woman. Now, here she was right in front of me. I shook my head to get the cobwebs cleared and then did my best to complete the class without making a complete and utter fool of myself.

I was able to finish the class, although I found I had to physically keep myself from staring at her throughout the entire time.

Needless to say, once my daughters went to bed that evening, I fucked my wife like there was no tomorrow. She moaned loudly as I slammed into her from behind. Again, in my head, it was Rebecca I was fucking. Her young, pert breasts swayed with each of my thrusts. It was Rebecca begging for more as my cock ravished her young pussy. My wife shook uncontrollably as she came around my shaft. I grunted loudly as I filled her with my cum.

My wife was loving all the extra attention I had bestowed on her lately. We had not fucked like this in years. Little did she know, it was always my thoughts of Rebecca driving my recent lustful encounters, and not her.

Over the next few classes, I burned every feature of Rebecca into my mind. Her beautiful, long, flowing red hair. Her plump red lips as she smiled. Her perfect young breasts straining against her tops. The roundness of her ass in her tight jeans or the flowing skirts she wore.

As the semester wore on, Rebecca started to wear skirts to class more regularly, and they seemed to get shorter and shorter each week. I found myself taking quick glances her way, hoping to get a peek up her skirt.

One day, as the class was taking a test, I again glanced Rebecca's way. Her pen was sitting in the corner of her mouth as she concentrated completely on the questions before her. She shifted in her seat, and the hem of her skirt raised up slightly, exposing more of her beautifully tanned legs. Then it happened; she spread her legs a little farther, and I was rewarded with a view straight up her skirt to her white satin panties. The silky fabric stretched tightly over her young pussy, outlining a very pronounced camel toe. I just stared as the erotic sight unfolded before me, as she made no attempt to hide her modesty.

This started to become a regular occurrence. She was now wearing skirts to all of my classes. There were many more times that I was able to catch a quick peek up her skirt. She always wore very silky panties that barely hid the treasure beneath them. It got to the point that I had to pull out my cock and masturbate at my desk, recalling the sight of her panties as soon as the class was dismissed and the students had left the room. This was becoming a very risky endeavor, but I could not deny the profound effect she was having on me.

As the semester drew to a close, the final class assignment was for each student to create a prospectus for a new startup company. As I started to grade the assignments, I found they fell, as they normally did each semester, within the same old businesses I had seen over my many years of teaching this subject: new restaurants, small clothing boutiques, accounting firms, and the like.

That was until I opened the file for Rebecca's final project. Her business idea was a small startup lingerie company. She had a well-written and thought-out proposal on how she would start her business. What really caught my attention was her mockup of print ads she would utilize that included thumbnail pictures of the types of lingerie she would sell in her business. There were bras and panties of all colors, slips, nightgowns, and even one displaying a sexy white garter belt with stockings. The pictures were all modeled on live women, but no faces were shown. I wondered where she had gone to find them, most likely stock photos pulled from the internet.

Needless to say, I gave Rebecca an A on her project. It provided me even more vivid scenarios to run in my head as I was masturbating or having heart-pounding sex with my wife. My fantasies now ran wild with the thought of Rebecca modeling her own line of lingerie for me as we shared incredible sex together. I even purchased a sexy lingerie set for my wife to wear just so it would help me picture what it would look like on Rebecca.

The last day of class was now upon us. It felt good to have another semester behind me, but I could not escape the thought that this might be the last time I would see Rebecca. She would be graduating with her degree at the end of this semester.

As the final class ended, my students started leaving the class, many stopping to thank me for providing them a fun and rewarding class. I saw Rebecca holding back, waiting for the last of the students to exit the room. Once we were alone, she came up to my desk and smiled.

"Thank you for making this such a fun semester. I really looked forward to attending each and every class," she said. "Also, thank you so much for the A on my final project. I really hoped you enjoyed looking at it as much as I enjoyed putting it together for you."

"Yes, it was quite an interesting submission. I have never seen anything quite like it in all my years of teaching," I answered.

"I thought you might like it," she said, smiling. "I couldn't help noticing how you really enjoyed looking up my skirt the entire semester, so I thought you would enjoy seeing more lingerie from me in my project."

"I'm so sorry, Rebecca," I stammered out. "I could not help but see, with you sitting in the front row and all."

"Oh, don't be sorry," she replied. "I quite liked having my cute professor drooling over me as he looked up my skirt trying to see my panties. I think I am really going to miss our time together. And just to leave you something else to remember me by, I wanted to make sure you knew that the pictures in my project were all of me in my own lingerie. I hope you will think of me fondly as you masturbate to them in the future."

With that, she slowly reached up her skirt, sliding her fingers into the waistband of her pink satin panties. She then slowly slid them down her legs and stepped out of them, dropping them on the desk in front of me.

"I really hope to see you again soon," she said, smiling as she turned and walked out the door.

Stunned, I did the only thing you would expect of me. I unfastened my pants and pulled out my straining cock. I grabbed the panties that were still warm from Rebecca wearing them and wrapped them around my now very hard cock. I slowly stroked the silky material up and down my shaft until I erupted all over my desk. Getting nervous that I would be caught, I quickly cleaned everything up. I pocketed the panties and made my way home. Needless to say, my wife received a very hard fucking that night.

I attended the graduation ceremony and tried to find Rebecca after it wrapped up, but she quickly disappeared into the crowd. I was left with the thought that I would never see my beautiful fantasy girl ever again.

The next day, as I was clearing out my office for the end of the year, there was a knock at my door. As I opened it, I was floored to see Rebecca standing before me. She was smartly dressed in a cute, flowing yellow baby-doll dress and high heels. She pushed me into the room and closed the door behind her.

"I needed to see my favorite professor one last time and thank him again for being there for me the entire semester," she said, smiling.

She slid her hand over the front of my pants, stroking my quickly stiffening cock. Dropping to her knees, she quickly unfastened my pants and pulled them down along with my boxers. Having no time to react, I just stood there dumbfounded as she began to lick the tip of my cock. Without warning, she then slid it fully into her mouth. Here I was, my most intense fantasy coming to life before me. I moaned in pleasure as her tongue swirled around my cockhead as she willingly bobbed up and down my shaft.

Releasing me from her mouth, she purred, "Do you like that, Phillip?"

"Oh my god, yes, please don't stop," I begged.

With that, she slid her lips back over my cock and returned to using her pretty mouth to bring me to sexual heights I had never experienced before. She slid her hands between my legs, using her talented fingers to lightly caress my balls. She continued to swirl her tongue around my cockhead as she hummed softly to herself, sending small vibrations through my shaft. This quickly brought me to the point of no return. My balls tightened just before unleashing rope after rope of my hot cum into her mouth and down her throat.

"Mmm, that was so delicious," she purred, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as my cock slipped from her mouth.

She stood and pulled her dress over her head, tossing it aside. There she was in front of me, her breasts bared, and wearing just the same white lace garter belt and satin panties that she had included within her project. Her garters were attached to sheer nude stockings, her feet still in her four-inch white stilettos. She backed slowly onto my desk and lay down. Her breasts glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, her stiff pink nipples hard as pebbles. At that same time, she slowly slid her hand into her panties, calmly stroking her pussy under the silky material.

"What are you waiting for, lover? It's my turn now," she said, sighing.

Hesitating no more, I moved quickly to her. My body now working on autopilot, I placed my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly slid them down her legs and off, dropping them to the floor.

Her mound was already dripping with her arousal. Her pussy and neatly sculpted landing strip were framed perfectly by her garter belt and stockings.

I slipped between her legs, deeply inhaling her wonderful scent. It was everything I had ever fantasized about this semester and more. My cock started to stir again as I slid my tongue gently between her folds, getting the first taste of my beautiful Rebecca.

I slid my tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top, circling her stiff little clit as I swirled my tongue around it with reverence. Her breath caught in her throat as I used my tongue to pleasure her. She shifted her body so I could find all of her most sensitive areas. I brought one hand up and slowly pressed a finger into her, curling it to locate and rub her G-spot. My other hand slid up her body to cup and fondle her full breasts. She squirmed under me, moaning.

"Yes, Phillip. Please don't stop. Please don't ever stop. I have been dreaming of this moment since the first time I saw you in the quad."

That just spurred me on more. I doubled my efforts with my tongue on her quivering pussy, sliding first one and then a second finger into her, my other hand rolling and pulling on her hard nipples.

"Oh, Phillip, I'm going to cum," she screamed as her back arched from the desk and her entire body spasmed as her orgasm rolled over her.

Before she fully recovered, I stood up and lined my again rock-hard shaft at her entrance, sliding the head of my cock along her opening. As I did, she opened her legs even wider, giving me full access to her wet and willing pussy. She audibly grunted as I shoved it into her fully in one mighty thrust.

"Yes, this is what I have been dreaming about all year," she sighed, smiling.

I could not believe this was happening. Here was my beautiful dream woman, her legs spread wide, my cock fully embedded in the warm and wet pussy I had been fantasizing about all semester. The walls of her tight pussy massaged me with a silken touch as my shaft slid in and out of her. I pulled back slowly so just my head was still inside and then rammed it all the way back in with a grunt.

"Please don't stop," she cried. "Please don't ever stop."

I pounded into her with everything I had. My reality was now focused on this one single incredible moment. It did not matter that I had a wife at home or that I had two young daughters. The only thing that existed at that point in time was my fantasy girl and fucking her like there was no tomorrow.

Rebecca's back arched from the desk as she exploded with her second climax. The walls of her pussy vibrated against my shaft throughout her orgasm. I tried to hold out, wanting this moment to last forever, but it was no use. My balls tightened and then released a flood of my semen deep into her womb. Wave after wave of my seed coated the inner walls of her pussy.

We collapsed together in a heap on the desk, trying to catch our breath as my deflating cock slid from her still quivering pussy.

Just then, the door flew open. Jeanne, the dean of students, stood there before us with her mouth agape.

"What the hell is going on here?" she shouted.

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Needless to say, I lost my job that day. Once my wife found out, she stormed out of our house. We divorced soon after. My daughters now hate me. My friends sided with my wife, so I am now alone.

Rebecca had already graduated, so she did not face any consequences from our actions. I have not seen her since that fateful day. I look for her often. My breath catches each time I see a flash of auburn hair on any young women I encounter, but it is never her. I am left with only the memory of that day, burned vividly into my mind, as my hand slides over my dick again and again to my lost fantasy.

The strangest thing is, if I had it all to do over again, I most definitely would. I now know those few months with Rebecca will now completely consume me for the rest of my life.