His Human Mate

“That’s all for today folks”, I call out as I turn off the projector and stand at the front of the room waiting for the students to finish asking their questions and file out one by one. Eventually, the room empties and I get to work on tidying up after them. I love my job, but this seminar on a Friday afternoon is always a challenge. “Can’t blame them for being bored”, Max grins as he comes towards me from the back of the room, causing my heart rate to increase as he gets closer. “Ha ha”, I reply sarcastically as he perches himself on the edge of a desk, though I have a hard time not breaking into a smile in his presence. His dark eyes make me squirm as he watches me work. I can already feel my core clench and my underwear moisten under his penetrating scrutiny and close proximity. For goodness sake, how does his look alone make me feel this way? “Alright then…” I clear my throat and avert my eyes in an attempt to regain control of my own body. Swallowing carefully, I say, “I assume I’ll be seeing you next week, how can I engage your interest for our next lecture?” “Oh that’s easy”, he smirks playfully, “just wear something tight and I’m all yours”. I laugh briefly and then turn a bright shade of red, my eyes widening and my breath catching in my throat as I realise that he isn’t joking when he holds my gaze, unfaltering. Wow, is he flirting with me? “Sorry”, he says eventually although not particularly meaningfully. “That was too far”, he apologises as he offers me a gentle smile. “Oh, no, I enjoyed it”, I reply without thinking and immediately blush brightly; embarrassed again, this time by my own careless honesty. I am grateful for the makeup I applied today that hides my shame. Why does he always have this effect on me? It’s like I can’t think straight. “Well in that case I’ll carry on” he affirms as he gets up to walk out, leaving me to scald myself internally for being so flirtatious. As he gets further away I can feel my heart rate return to normal and my body calm down after being on alert due to his closeness. Max is a 30 year old classics lecturer that I have been working with for just over 6 months now. He comes in to observe some of my sessions as he is still quite new to the profession, having started it as a second career path, although I have no idea what he did before as he is always vague about it when asked. There are rumours that he has a crush on me and that he even took the job at our university solely because he saw me walking down the corridor during his job interview. But I think this is all gossip made up by the ladies that run the library. They get bored and want something to talk about. As much as it excites me to believe that Max could find me as alluring as I find him, there are two problems. One, I simply cannot believe that such a man is interested in me. He is absolutely gorgeous, at 6ft, he is all muscle, with a chiselled jawline and a charm to curl the most defensive women’s’ toes. He is, for want of a better word, a god in human form. Meanwhile I am a 29 year old English lecturer with bags under her eyes and frizzy hair. Two, I am married… Still, I can’t help but admire his perfect muscular frame as he walks out of my room. Right! What the hell am I doing? I reprimand myself as his toned butt struts away and out of my eyeline. I am married! I shake my head and remind myself that Max is a ridiculous fantasy at best and I have the love of my life at home. He may not give me tingles or make me weak at the knees with one look, but I'm sure that’s just because what we have is so much more than s****l tension. It is commitment and trust and someone to rely on... I get to work collating papers, catching up on emails and, planning for the following week, until finally, goodness knows how long later, I am ready to go home. I gather my papers to mark over the weekend as well as the rest of my belongings and head out of the building. I unlock the car and throw my bags into the back seat. I plonk myself into the driver’s seat and take a few minutes to breathe as my mind drifts casually to Max as it always does, and the idea of his sculpted body approaching mine as I wear something tight and revealing. I stop the fantasy before any contact is made. I sigh and put my key in the ignition. What a ridiculous idea! I can’t wear anything like that to work. I wouldn’t wear anything like that anywhere. Despite the fact that I am often complimented for my appearance – some people even go so far as to call me beautiful, I do not see myself this way. Although, I doubt it would look bad, I work out a lot. It’s just not something I have the confidence for. Shaking my head to get out of my spiral, I also remind myself that it doesn’t matter anyway as I will not ruin my marriage over a crush. These thoughts alone are completely inappropriate. I just can’t help them. I pull into the driveway half an hour later and realise that I must really be out of sync as I’m home half an hour earlier than normal and I haven’t even let Edward know. He usually likes to know when I am on my way home in advance so he can make sure the house is ready for me. I sigh again, not really caring about the state of the house today and think that I might as well head in, so I grab my belongings and approach the front door, fumbling for my keys. As I push my key through the lock and turn it, I smile to myself about the moment I shared with Max earlier. If I didn’t know better, I would think he really was flirting. I quickly shove it to the back of my mind, not unaccustomed to the need to remove Max from my thoughts, as I prepare to spend the rest of my weekend with the strong-willed, overbearing man behind the door, or the love of my life as he is also known. I walk into my home and am met with silence and darkness. This is unusual. Edward works from home and is always at the door to tell me about his day. As my eyes and ears adjust, I hear movement from upstairs. An uneasy feeling develops in my stomach and settles over me as I find myself gently dropping my bags and treading carefully across the hardwood floor in the dark, feeling for the metal pole I have hidden in the umbrella stand next to the staircase. Edward always makes fun of me for keeping this here, he says he’ll protect me and I won’t need it. But now I am grateful that I haven’t paid attention. My right hand wraps tightly around the cold steel and I begin to make my way up the stairs cautiously, holding my breath so I don’t make any noise. A soft murmuring draws me towards the bedroom. Although I am not completely skilled at combat, I have ample determination to take out an unsuspecting rival. I creep closer to the door and pause outside the room as I take in the scene before me illuminated by the orange hew of the bedside lamp, making me sick to my stomach. This is not what I was expecting. There in our bed is my Edward, roughly servicing another woman before my very eyes. I see his strong burly back mounted over her slim frame, her toned cream legs wrapped around him as he pounds rhythmically into her. I hear her pleasure taking over her as he grunts, pulsating deeply into her. I listen to them both building to an orgasm whilst unknowingly being watched. This is torture, but I can’t look away, as I am frozen to the spot. Fury envelops me as I want to barge into the room and strangle the woman that takes my place in that bed. What the f**k is going on? How f*****g dare he? We promised each other forever and if he couldn’t f*****g manage that, then I had every right to know, not to have our marital bed defiled. I steel myself, ready to attack in an animalistic way, when a small voice inside me tells me to wait. I pause dramatically, unable to proceed as I realise that it wouldn’t actually be the best point of action to descend like a wolf, claws out, despite my burning desire to rip her throat out. I need to think this through. I take a few deep breaths and find that I calm down quite quickly. When I can trust myself to move, I back away from the disgusting scene before me as they continue to writhe, none the wiser to my presence. I noiselessly collect my things for a second time, before retracing my footsteps back to the car. I am a strong woman and I refuse to break down over this. I give myself a pep talk while resting my head on the cold steering wheel. I am intelligent and hardworking and I know that I can handle any situation thrown at me. So what do I do now? Ultimately I decide to head to my best friend Emily’s house for the night to clear my head as I cannot face him at the moment. I know Emily won’t ask any questions and will let me in without hesitation. She does and I make my excuses to head to bed early so I can flop down on the double mattress and shut out the world. Before I know it, I drift off to sleep. “Goddess you are perfect”, he whispers as his breath tickles my neck and his left hand runs gently up my outer right thigh, sending what feels like a million tiny pleasurable electrical sparks up my body. By this point, I am breathing heavily and am wet in anticipation. I have never felt anything like this feeling, soaking for a man who is nowhere near my s*x yet. Something about him turns me on like I have never been turned on before; my body is on fire, yearning for his touch. I feel my core tighten and my breath hitch as his fingers brush across my stomach and head down towards my s*x. f**k, this is all I have wanted since the moment we met is for him to touch me there and it’s finally happening… All of a sudden I am awoken by shouting. “I don’t give a s**t that she’s sleeping, I know she’s in there and I want to speak to her!” comes a voice that I know so well. I rub my eyes groggily and wearily adjust myself into a seated position, trying to bring myself down from the intensely erotic dream that has been interrupted. Just then, Edward comes bursting through the door, quickly followed by Emily and her brother, Ben, desperately trying to block him from my path. "Move, prick", Edward fumes. "It’s ok guys, we need to talk”, I try to pacify the situation smiling at them.