My Wife’s Students

My wife is a professor at a small liberal arts college in the Midwest. She teaches students who are going into exercise-related fields – physical therapy, personal training, health promotion, etc. She loves the field and took staying in good shape very seriously. She just turned 40 but has a better body than most 20 year olds anymore.

While not always quite as dedicated as my wife, I also enjoy fitness and take healthy living pretty seriously and am also a pretty attractive guy, if I do say so myself.

I work for a company fairly close to my wife’s school. We had developed a partnership a year or so ago where a couple of my wife’s students each semester would prepare and present a “wellness” topic to the staff at my office. This gave them the opportunity to gain experience that could be useful in their future careers while benefiting the health of our staff.

Now while not universally true, given the field these students chose to study they are generally in good shape and healthy themselves. Even still, I was taken aback when I opened the door to welcome our latest speakers into the office. A guy and a girl stood at the door. He was very polite, and ended up doing a nice job on the presentation, but the girl, Michelle, was stunning!

She was about 5’8″ tall, blonde and had a pair of fairly large, perky breasts squeezed under her tight black shirt. I lost my train of thought for a second and stood in the doorway before coming to my senses and let them in. I did my best to not simply stare at her during the entire presentation, but I couldn’t help myself from taking long glances throughout the half hour they spoke. “Great,” I thought to myself, “she probably thinks I’m a perverted old man.” But then I started getting the sense that she was checking me out, too!

Their presentation ended, I walked them to the door and thanked them, stole a last glance at Michelle and figured that was it. The only other way I’d see this beauty was in a shower jerk off session!

The rest of the day continued on like any other and I headed home from work. My wife and I spent time talking about our day and she asked how the speakers did that afternoon. I said they did a nice job, gave some feedback on things they could work on and asked if she got any feedback from the students.

“Well,” she started, “the very first thing Michelle commented on was how young you looked and how nice you were!”

My wife was a little bent about this and continued, “I asked her if that meant she thought I looked old and was a nasty bitch.” She was half laughing as she recounted the story. She knew that wasn’t what Michelle had meant, but it bothered her a little nonetheless.

I couldn’t resist making a small joke and quipped, “No, she just wanted to say she thought I was cute but couldn’t say that to my wife / her professor.”

We changed topics and moved on. Every now and then over the next few weeks, my wife would recount this story to a friend and I couldn’t help throwing in my joke at the end each time. My wife seemed mildly irritated by this but nothing serious. Finally, though, I must’ve said it one too many times.

“You know what,” she started, “I actually have a meeting with Michelle tomorrow at 4 to discuss her schedule for next semester. Why don’t you come around 4:30 and we’ll ask her directly if that’s what she meant.”

Like this girl was going to admit she thought I was cute right in front of my wife! But fine, I agreed to come. It wouldn’t really change my opinion on what Michelle really meant, but it would stop bothering my wife that way.

The next day dragged on forever. Regardless of the fact that my wife was going to take joy in Michelle denying she thought I was cute and rub that in my face, I still got to see Michelle. I really hoped she’d be in something tight!

She didn’t disappoint in that respect! I showed up at my wife’s office at precisely 4:30. They were finishing their conversation and my wife welcomed me in.

“Oh, sorry,” Michelle said as she started to get up, “I’ll leave you two …”

My wife cut her off before she could finish. “Not so fast, Michelle. We are actually hoping you can settle a debate for us.”

“Oookaaay …” Michelle said and sat back down.

I came into the office, closed the door and sat next to Michelle. It just seemed odd if another professor would hear my wife ask if a student thought I was cute.

My wife stood up and walked around her desk and kind of half stood, half sat on the edge of her desk.