I replied, “Yes.” Thus began a several months long affair that consisted of lots of sexting, sex in my place (including a threesome with another man) and quickies in his car, and never being in public together or going on dates. We were exchanging fantasies, and I mentioned that MFM porn was my favorite and I would love to experience it.We flirted openly for the rest of the semester, he gave me an A I didn’t deserve (though I would have slept with him regardless), then he invited me out to bubble tea so he could officially state his desire to sex me.He invited me over to dinner at his house, which was macrobiotic, he claimed to be a master of karmic sex magic, and revealed that he had a special room in his house just for sex, which was covered in purple velvet.When I laughed at him, he said, “You’ll learn to like the sex room.” The sex was just ok. I was 29; he was 45, bald, and out of shape, but there was just something about him.The next morning, he had a major guilt attack, revealed the open marriage thing to be a lie, and repeatedly questioned whether I had HIV. We were deeply attracted to each other, but he didn’t want to cheat on his wife, so we would do things like spend the night in hotel rooms cuddling naked, but not even kissing. I worked in the field he taught prior to law school, so I was more knowledgeable on the subject matter than the average student in the class and we always exchanged witty banter back and forth.I replied that I didn’t think he did, and I certainly don’t recall being offended by anything. I vaguely remember saying that I would sleep with you.” I replied, “No, that must have been in your head.”Him: “Is it in your head too?
(This was a school on the east coast.)He called me into his office to discuss a poor grade I’d gotten on the midterm.His office was entirely furnished with bean bag chairs.I’ve hooked up with two, both married, but the first one told me he and his wife had an open marriage.He was a visiting prof from California and was the kind of guy who played guitar in class, while his wife had remained in Cali.
(The sex was unprotected, though I was on the pill.) He was leaving back to California the next day, and I didn’t hear from him again until he drunkenly called me a year later wanting phone sex. After the class ended, we ran into each other at a networking event. We exchanged phone numbers under the guise of networking.
The next day, he texted that he was embarrassed he may have said some things he shouldn’t have.