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Jim was a 30-year-old graduate student getting his MBA at a Catholic university while also working full-time. He was 6-0, 180 with dark brown hair, brown eyes and Italian features. He was also married to his wife for three years. Their sex life suffered while he was working on his degree. The night classes meant he wouldn't get home until late two nights a week. And his wife Kristen was busy with her own community activities at night.

His first class was taught by a professor named Valerie Williams. She was about 5-9, definitely in shape, with nicely proportioned hips and c-cup breasts with straight black hair and blue eyes. Professor Williams was probably in her late 30s or early 40s.

As with most MBA classes, this involved a group project. Jim was with a group who jokingly noted that Valerie Williams took great interest in him. 'I think she's got a crush on you,' one classmate told him. He ignored such signs as the professor going out for cocktails after the last class, and waving Jim to the seat next to her, or her e-mails to him asking him to do favors related to the class. He enjoyed the class, and he didn't have much time to consider whether anyone beyond his wife liked him.

A few months later, Valerie Williams taught another class he took. Again, it featured a group project with three completely different classmates. Their observations parroted the first group's.

'Valerie Williams hearts you,' one classmate said, referring to Jim as 'Valerie's boyfriend.' Jim began to find the humor in this, even mentioning it to his wife. Sure, this was a 45-year-old single professor (Jim and his group found out casually) who had spent 23 years in the professional world and never married. But why would she harbor such a crush on a student?

'She turns red every time she talks to you,' a classmate told him.

He kept in touch with Valerie throughout the next year as he moved along in his degree. He even had Valerie write a letter of recommendation for a new job he was seeking. But they never ran into each other until one evening when classes were ending. The sky had opened up, and many had decided to stay in the school building while the storm passed. It was then Jim ran into Valerie.

'So good to see you,' she said. 'How've you been.'
'Great,' Jim said, noting Valerie was moving closer to him. 'How about this weather?'
'I know! And I'm supposed to walk home.'

The university was in the middle of the city they lived in, but Valerie still had a six-block walk, and it was raining hard.

'Why don't you wait here, and I'll get my car, and give you a ride,' Jim said, not thinking about what he was saying.
'Would you? Thanks so much!'

Jim pulled out his tiny umbrella which provided minimal protection from the rain and bolted down the street to get his car. He pulled up and picked up Valerie.

On the drive, they caught up. Jim was busy with a new job while Valerie had just finished up with a big consulting job in Pittsburgh and finally back in town 'full-time.' As he pulled up to Valerie's condo building, he heard the news on the radio: the expressway he takes home was flooded at a viaduct and closed.

'Why don't you wait here while they pump the water out and reopen the highway?'

It sounded like a good idea, so he called Kristen and told her that he was waiting out the storm.

'I'm going to bed, so just take your time,' she said.

So Jim walked into Valerie's three-bedroom condo. It was immaculate, and very spacious for one woman living alone.

'Love the place,' Jim said. 'Just you live here?' Jim sat down on a sofa.

'Yep. It's always been just me, but I like having guests over. All of my friends have children and I love having them over and being their aunt...'

'I bet they love that. I'm sure you're good to them.'

'I love them, but I'm jealous. Wish I had my own.'

'Why didn't you ever marry or have children?'

'I only met one I wanted, and he was taken,' Valerie said, sipping a drink and placing her left hand on Jim's thigh. She went in for a kiss.

For Jim the kiss on the lips was a feeling he hadn't felt in a while. He opened his mouth, and his tongue met hers as he sat her on his lap. He paused...

'This, this, is ... I'm a married man... ' he struggled to say no, but he wanted this woman.

'I know you are, but I want you so,' she said, whispering into his ear and then nibbling on his ear lobe.

She unbuttoned his pants and took off his boxers. His cock was bulging hardas she pulled up her skirt. Jim rubbed her soaking wet panties, and slid his fingers into her. She was so tight.

'Fuck me, Jim, PLEASE,' Valerie demanded. Before he could answer, she mounted herself on his cock and started to ride him. He thrust deep into her.

'I've dreamed of fucking you from the first day you were in my class,' she said. 'I want this bad.' Her breathing became more intense.

He finally laid her down on the floor and started driving into her with more intensity, rubbing her body, enjoying every bit of this sexually charged 45-year-old.

'I'm going to cum, Valerie,' Jim said, trying to pull out... Valerie responded by gripping his ass and holding him close and squeezing his cock in her.

'I want that seed. I want it all in me,' she said, as he started to spurt deep into her womb. 'I love you Jim, and I'm so glad I have you.'

They made love twice more before Jim finally had to go home. They had a couple more trysts over the next few weeks, and it was exciting because it was Jim's first affair and Valerie's first man in three years.

Six weeks after that first night, Jim came home with his wife Kristen and saw they had a message on their answering machine. It was Valerie.

'Hi, Jim, I just wanted to call and say thank you, because the test says I'm pregnant!'

Kristen bolted out the door as soon as she heard that. The next day she filed for divorce. Jim had to move somewhere, so he moved into Valerie's place. Three months later, they were married. On their wedding night, Valerie made a confession:

'I always get what I want and I got both: your baby and you. I knew it was going to rain that night and normally bring my umbrella. But I knew you'd offer me a ride home, and I knew I was probably fertile.'

'So this was no accident.'

'No. And I called you at home the day I did because I knew your wife would find out, leave you and allow me to have you for myself.'

At that, Jim picked up Valerie, took her into the bridal suite and made love to the most gorgeous 4-months pregnant woman he ever met.