Rachel Goes Back to School

"Thanks, Daddy!" my daughter Lizzie called out as she left the house.

Both her mother and I had received the same message multiple times over the past few days after getting her a car for her seventeenth birthday. Not only was it a car, but it was new and sporty and would easily take her through college. For the past year, she had used either mine or her mother's when they were available, so the purchase gave her a new level of freedom. Her eyes told the story, along with the beaming smile that had yet to disappear from her face.

"I think it was a success," I said to my wife Rachel.

"Yes, but we've set the bar pretty high. John will be expecting one next year," she replied, referring to our fifteen-year-old son.

"Yeah, I know... that's okay," I responded.

Rachel and I had married one month after she graduated from college. At that point, we had dated for over a year, and since I was a class ahead of her, I was able to establish myself before the wedding. Somehow, despite our good intentions, she got pregnant quickly with Lizzie. John soon followed and for the past fifteen years, we have had a wonderful time raising our children.

Perhaps it was getting pregnant early or maybe it was just good genes, but Rachel maintained her appearance and looks much younger than thirty-nine. Her 5'7" body is naturally slender, requiring little effort to stay in shape and she has long well-shaped legs that merge at a tight behind. She wears her black hair shoulder-length in a sassy style, and her dark brown eyes, juicy lips, and still firm C-cup breasts allow her to project a sexy appearance when she's in the mood. Unfortunately, those times are rare as she tends towards the conservative, and is always conscious of her appearance in public.

When we married, Rachel joined me in the small rural town where I grew up. Being a city girl, it took some adjustment, but she dealt with it without complaining and over time, she grew to truly enjoy the community. Especially, she loved the safety it provided and the values imparted onto our children. At first, I worked in the family business, making little money, but we managed to save and started to develop small projects. We put together a twenty-unit storage site followed several years later by a convenience store, and after that, things took off. While I spent my time as a local entrepreneur, Rachel worked for the local branch of a community college that paid little but provided good benefits. Now, with a strong income stream and opportunities to expand, we had financial freedom if we didn't go crazy.

Although Rachel had adapted well, I sensed she felt she hadn't achieved everything she wanted. So, I wasn't at all surprised when over a glass of wine, she broached the subject.

"I've been thinking of something... something I'd like to discuss and get your opinion on," she started.

"Okay, sure," I said, thinking it might concern the kids or a vacation idea.

"I... I've been thinking I might want to get an MA," she explained.

"An MA? You mean go back to school?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied.

"Okay, sounds good," I replied, and then realizing I didn't understand it all, I added, "In what? What course?"

Her undergraduate work had been in education, and she taught English at the college, so she surprised me when she answered, "Psychology... I think I want to try doing some counseling at the school."

"Okay, how would you do it? Does the school have a program? Something online?" I asked.

By her look, I could tell we had reached the important aspect, and she paused to sip her drink before replying, "No... I would have to enroll at a college... in the city."

"Rachel, that's an hour and a half away... each way," I responded.

"I know, but I can do it. I talked to the people there about schedules and I can go twice a week and arrange my classes here so there isn't interference," she answered, letting me know she had already developed the concept.

"Okay, well... sounds like you've thought it through," I said feeling a little hurt that she hadn't shared it with me before.

"Are you mad? What are you thinking?" she asked.

"No, of course I'm not mad. I just wished I learned about it earlier," I replied, which made her cringe. We looked at each other in silence for several seconds, and then, sensing how much it meant to her, I said, "Rachel, I'm not surprised you want to grow. I know there isn't a whole lot to keep you challenged here. The kids are old enough that they don't need constant attention, so all-in-all, it's a pretty good time."

"Really?" she responded as her face opened into a huge smile.

"Yes, really," I laughed.

Later, I learned that she had already applied and been accepted to a small private school that was pricey, but affordable. The term began in the fall which gave her four months to work through the final details. Fortunately, the schedules on both ends synched which meant that, other than the driving, there weren't any big negatives.

Two weeks before her first class, we left the kids behind and traveled to the city for the weekend. They were good kids, mature for their age, responsible, and we felt confident they could function alone for short periods. We intended to mix some shopping and entertainment, with a visit to the college where Rachel was going to provide a tour. We knew the city well since it was the closest urban area to our community and after checking into a nice hotel, we headed to dinner.

"You look really good. Is that outfit new?" I asked when we were seated.

"Yes, I bought it months ago, but haven't had the chance to wear it," she announced.

"I think you'll have more chances now. We have a good reason to be here more," I said.

"Hope so... I'm getting so excited," she giggled.

"Save some for the hotel," I teased and her laughter morphed into a faux scowl.

"If you're lucky," she replied.

Two hours later, I fell to her side and gasped for air having just delivered a full load of semen into her depths as she whimpered beneath me. She had experienced a nice orgasm before me which allowed me to enjoy mine to the fullest. When we had partially recovered, we kissed and cooed for several minutes, and then I felt her take my flaccid dick into her hand. She slowly tugged on it indicating she might not be through for the night.

"It's been a long time since I banged a coed," I whispered.

"Banged?" she responded and twisted her body to make eye contact. After giving me a disgusted look, she added, "We never banged... we made love."

"There were..." I started.

"Stop! I don't want to hear about that bitch, Sally," she demanded.

Sally was her sorority sister and we dated before I got to know Rachel. There was no overlap between the two but the idea of me having sex with the girl always set her off. Occasionally, I would tease her for sport, although in our current intimate state it seemed inappropriate, so I dropped it.

"Keep doing that," I said when her hand left my shaft.

"No, you killed it," she answered.

I turned her body until her back was pressed against my chest and started to give her neck and shoulders little kisses as my hand wandered. Hopefully, I could get her back in the mood for more lovemaking if I was patient.

"Honey?" she said in a soft voice that gave me hope I had been successful, but before I could answer, she asked, "What would you think about another baby?"

"Baby? I thought you wanted to go to school?" I responded, completely caught off guard by her words.

"Why not both," she replied and twisted in my arms until we were face to face.

"Uhhh... let me remind you. I've been snipped which if I recall was done at your request," I reminded her.

"It can be reversed," she answered in a low voice.

I looked into her eyes wondering what was going through her head. When she turned thirty, she declared her body a no-go baby zone and demanded I get a vasectomy so she could get off the pill. At the time, I wasn't thrilled about the idea but the surge in her libido once free of the hormone had made it worthwhile. Now, I had to wonder if, between the return to school and the baby talk, she might be experiencing some sort of mid-life crisis.

"Are you okay?" I asked and although my question seemed inadequate, I couldn't think of anything else to say.

She stared at me in silence for a few seconds and then her mouth formed an impish smile and she replied, "I don't know. Maybe it's the going back to school. I'm so excited and remember you knocked me up... back then."

"You were out of college," I laughed.

"Barely!" she countered.

"That's because you couldn't keep your hands off me... you were crazy," I replied, laughing even harder.

"Well, I never heard you complain before," she answered.

As she spoke, she pushed me back, straddled my waist, and found my dick that had become partially erect. She gave it a few firms stroke and then managed to work it into her juicy slit. She started a slow-rolling of her hips and it wasn't long before I became hard.

My mind wandered back to our early days and I recalled how much fun we had when first married. We certainly enjoyed sex in college but there was something about being married in our own home that seemed to light a fire in her libido. She needed sex almost every day and would either parade around in next to nothing to entice me or just outright demand it. She had always enjoyed making love but in college had been a bit demure, so the change was notable. It only stopped when she became pregnant with Lizzie a few months later. She claimed the birth control pills were defective but a piece of me always wondered if she was taking them.

"I think school is enough," I whispered to her.

For a few seconds, she looked at me with an odd expression and then said, "Okay."

The next morning, we had breakfast and then left for the tour. Although it wasn't far from one of the primary shopping districts, I had never been in the section of the city before and was impressed to see the small campus set in the middle of a quaint neighborhood. We spent about an hour and then I dropped her at an upscale shopping district. I intended to return to the hotel but decided to drive around a bit to get more familiar with the surroundings. For the next thirty minutes, I drove a progression of expanding circles, and while traversing a tree-lined residential street, I passed an older condo development. On a lark, and wanting to kill time, I did a U-turn and pulled up to the curb in front of what appeared to be the office. When I opened the door, I was suddenly staring at two older women each seated behind a small desk.

"Can we help you?" a gray-haired woman asked.

"Yes, I was just curious if these units are privately owned or rented?" I asked.

"They're privately owned. Sometimes an owner will lease, but that's up to them. We try to help if we can," she responded, and then added, "What are you looking for?"

I described my wife's situation and explained that an economical alternative to her repeated drives might make sense. Both were sympathetic and several times I saw them making eye contact.

"There's a woman who is currently out of the country that might have something. She intends to be gone for quite some time and has asked about leasing it but has never followed through. It's furnished, but very small," the second woman explained.

"Would it be possible to see it? I mean... do you have access?" I asked.

The question made the women look at each other and I could tell they were silently debating whether they wanted to involve themselves in the matter.

"I suppose..." the gray-haired woman finally said.

A few minutes later, I followed the woman down a corridor that was just a touch too dark. I could tell that the building had once been a very nice property but was now showing its age. Turning a corner, we stopped in front of a darkly painted door and the woman reached out with the key. Her message about size proved correct as I guessed the space could not be more than 500 sf. However, it was functional and the bedroom held a queen-sized bed.

On the walk back, I asked about the price and when she told me her thoughts, I let her know that I was interested. After exchanging information, the women told me they would email the owner and see if she would consider it. With that, I left to collect my wife deciding I would keep the idea to myself until I heard back.

I called Rachel and let her direct me to her location. On the approach, I could see her arms laden with bags indicating it had been a successful day. We found a café for a late lunch and were just finishing when I received a call from the condo ladies who informed me that the owner was indeed very interested.

"What was that?" my wife asked.

"I did some research while you were spending money," I teased.

"What kind of research?" she asked suspiciously.

"When I left you, I was just kind of driving around and saw these condos. I thought maybe it would make sense to get a place in case you're too tired to drive," I explained.

"You're joking?" she fired back, and when she saw me smile, she said, "Are you serious?"

"Look, I found this very small and inexpensive place. I'm not sure you'll want it," I said.

"You are serious! Oh my God, I can't believe it," she said excitedly, and then suddenly, her practical side kicked in and she offered, "School is already expensive... and this... maybe it's too much."

"Honey, the way I look at it... it can be something more than just a school thing. We can come here more often to do things... you and Lizzie can too. Hell, if we like it maybe we'll buy a bigger place of our own... a better place," I told her.

I could see the tears welling in her eyes, and it took her several attempts before she could say, "I was worried about you agreeing to school... you were so good and now this. It's so special."

"C'mon... before I become a saint, let's see if you like the place," I chuckled.

An hour later, we had seen the space, Rachel had given her enthusiastic acceptance and I had written a check to cover a month's rent and the deposit. Along the way, my wife so charmed the older women that by the time we returned to the office they were practically begging her to take the place.

"I'm glad you like it," I said as we pulled away.

"It was a bit dark... only the one window," she replied.

"What? Why did we get it if you don't like it?" I asked, suddenly exasperated.

"I wasn't going to push my luck," she declared, and with a giggle added, "I'm teasing... I loved it."

"You're not nice," I told her, but when she began to laugh harder, I changed subjects and said, "I guess you'll want to get some things."

"Of course, I've already started thinking about it," she responded.

That night, after another nice dinner, Rachel made our time in bed all about me. Rarely, did she extend oral sex until I ejaculated, as normally she would become so excited, she wanted me inside. However, this time she remained committed and gently fondled my balls with her fingernails as she sloppily worked my shaft. Finally, with my back arched off the bed, I exploded into her mouth and felt her swallow several times.

"Tastes different without sperm," she said with a grin when I looked at her.

"You never said anything before," I challenged, smiling too.

"I liked it better before," she announced, ignoring my comment.

"Haha... cute," I replied.

Somehow, she managed to get me erect again and she climbed on top of me and ground hard until I flipped her onto her back and took her aggressively. Her needy whimpers soon turned into excited cries and I got to enjoy her climax as her body spasmed beneath me.

When move-in day arrived, I stayed home and let mother and daughter enjoy the moment. Lizzie, when informed of the condo, had shown great excitement while our son was indifferent. Neither of us was surprised, and simply laughed it off. The girls made lists of what they needed and planned several shopping weekends for the fall.

"How did it go?" I asked when they returned.

"Oh, it was so much fun... we had a ball," Rachel replied.

"I guess the place is already paying dividends then," I said and kissed her cheek.

Like the night in the hotel room, later that evening when we were in bed Rachel became the giving lover. When we finished, we maintained our embrace and our mews of pleasure slowly turned into a whispered conversation.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked.

"Mmmm... every second," I moaned.

"Are you going to miss me?" she giggled.

"Of course, it just means you need to take care of me like this when you get back," I said as my lips found her neck.

"Mmmm... if you're a good boy," she whispered.

Her words piqued something in me and I let the thought wander through my head for a time before I said, "Rachel... We need an agreement on something."

"What?" she moaned seductively.

"If you're... with you away... I want to know anytime something happens. Anytime someone comes on to you," I replied.

I wasn't prepared for her response as suddenly she turned until she was looking down into my face with an annoyed expression, and said, "You don't trust me. You said that because I said "good boy" ... it made you worried."

"No, that's not what I meant. I do trust you... I just want to know what you're dealing with," I said, happy with my answer.

"You never asked who hit on me here," she countered.

"Who? Who's hit on you?" I asked, caught off guard by her message.

I knew that I shouldn't be surprised that she attracted attention as she was a very beautiful woman, but for some reason, in the safety of our small community, it was something I hadn't considered.

"No one... go to sleep," she said dismissively.

Deciding discretion was the better part of valor, I let the matter drop although I knew it was something we would re-visit.

Rachel worked with the community college and structured her teaching schedule for the afternoons on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Likewise, her graduate counselor worked with her and arranged an acceptable course load with Tuesday and Thursday classes. She planned to use the condo on Monday and Wednesday night, although she had the option to stay over on other nights if she found herself too tired to drive or if it became necessary for school commitments.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow evening... wish me luck," my wife said to me Monday morning.

"Enjoy it. I can't wait to hear the difference from the last time you were in a college class," I laughed.

"I know... it will be strange," she agreed.

That first week went by fast. Between class assignments and putting some touches on the condo, she had little time when I called. I held some concern that she would be exhausted by the time the weekend arrived, but Friday when she returned home, she was still buzzing. The next week started the same but when I called her at the condo on Wednesday night, I could tell she was in a more relaxed state. Later than my normal time, she had already gone to bed and after a quick catch-up, she headed in a new direction.

"I'm horny," she announced in a low, husky voice, and then added, "Come to me."

"Baby, it's too late," I chuckled.

"No... don't you want me?" she whined.

"What are you wearing?" I asked, visualizing her beneath the sheets.

"My little t-shirt and panties," she whispered.

It was her standard sleeping attire but after contemplating it for a moment, I told her, "Take them off... everything."

"Why?" she asked in a tiny voice.

"Take them off, baby," I repeated.

I heard some movement through the phone that went on for a few seconds and then her voice announced, "Okay... I'm naked."

"Mmmm...how do those sheets feel? Are your nipples hard?" I asked.

"Yes..." she whimpered.

"Are you wet?" I pushed.