Transcontinental: Temporary Husbands, Temporary Wives
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 13: Christmas Surprise
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13: Christmas Surprise - Young, smart, dedicated, career-oriented, highly sexed. She is youngest woman to get tenure at prestigious eastern university. He’s promoted to the ‘best job ever’ on the west coast. What do they do? One answer is swap with a couple with the reverse problem. Does it stop there? Hardly! Another book in the collection of 20+ that author Wolf offers as eBooks at Bookapy, which supports elderly writers like him seeking to supplement their social security. Every book < $6, vast majority under $5.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Humor Workplace Sharing Incest Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
The Harvard campus had pretty well shut down for the Christmas holidays when I went into my office on Monday. A few grad students and TAs were around, but even most of the faculty had fled for the season. I wandered the halls to say hello to some of my colleagues and friends in other departments I hadn’t had time for during the past semester. We were all in a happy holiday mood. A few were even providing alcoholic refreshment in their campus offices.
I thought all was going well until after lunch when I was trying to clean-up my desk and get my last undergraduate grades to the registrar. Steph Tericos, another prof in the psych department, stuck her head in the door with a big lecherous smile on her face and an excited tone to her voice. “Will you talk about it?”
Inside, I knew what was coming, but I played dumb. “Talk about what?”
“You and your hunky boyfriend that you’re apparently sleeping with while your hubby is off on the west coast bonking his wife. I want to know about the handsome man you had at the Christmas Party – oh, I wish I’d come over and met him.” She looked so proud that she had the headline on the top gossip story boiled down to a couple of sentences.
I said in a matter-of-fact tone, hoping to defuse the rumor mill, “Oh, that. Old news, I’m afraid. We’ve been living together for months. Did you get the whole story or is that it?”
“You mean there’s more?” She flounced further into my office and dropped into the one open chair in front of my desk that wasn’t piled high with periodicals and books. Stephanie’s mind clearly lusted for lots of juicy sexual details. She was a relationship person anyway, and both taught and counseled in the field.
I said in calm tone as I leveled with my friend, “Well, Russ is living with my boyfriend’s wife out in Silicon Valley. We arranged to have temporary spouses, so to speak. Jo, the other woman, and I both wanted a man around the house, particularly at night for protection and on weekends when males are supposed to fix things, shovel sidewalks of snow, and do other manly things. So we found another couple with the mirror problem to what Russ and I have with him having to be away so much. We agreed to a trade around, sort of like that television show ‘Wife Swap.’” The TV show emphasized that sex was not part of the TV swap; I hoped for a halo effect, when the opposite was the truth.
Steph looked slightly disappointed, as though she were the last one in on all the news. She said, “You mean you’re not having wild sex every night?”
I guess the pupils in my eyes must have dilated or shrunk or whatever it is they do when someone hits the nail on the head and you don’t want to talk about it. Fuck! Steph even consulted to the FBI about how to tell when someone is lying to an interrogator. Moreover, I also hesitated more than a millisecond in answering, torn between telling a blatant lie or admitting our actual activities. Steph is an alert observer. My silence lasted too long.
Steph gawked at me, and before I could speak, she jumped up and down in her chair; “YOU ARE!! You’re a swinger. I love it. That’s so rad way cool.” I wondered where the uncharacteristic Valley Girl talk had suddenly come from.
She whispered, “Joe and I have thought really seriously about doing something like that. If you ever want some company, you know, please consider us. You like Joe; and he likes you. You’re both horny all the time, but then so am I, but Joe’s off the map. He’s very satisfying.”
I had confided in Steph about the time Russ first went to the west coast about my need for sex and my perpetual horniness and thus our experiments with phone and video sex. She informed me that based on her intuition, all psychologists have an obsession with sex and verge on nymphomania, if they aren’t seriously over the line already.
I was temporarily speechless, but Steph took my look and silence as an invitation to continue. “I hope you won’t think it improper or anything, but Joe and I have brought your name up in our bedroom play ... you know, a little fantasy tease while we’re messing around.”
I muttered, “I’m flattered.” Steph’s remark was almost TMI – too much information, but then I realized that she was in the process of propositioning me in a subtle way.
Once I had that insight, I made a rather mad decision; “Well, let me talk to Dirk and see what he thinks. Do you think it’s wise that we do stuff like that together when we work together?”
Steph nodded enthusiastically. She added, “You’re the only people – the only couple – who I’d consider swapping with. I really like you and Russ ... and Dirk looked dreamy. I think I could get into him in a big way too. At this stage, I couldn’t just do anyone, but ... well, you may know more about that than I do.”
I got the drift of her comment. I explained, “We have more than a swinging relationship with Dirk and his wife Jo. They’re very good friends, and we all have great affection for each other. You might even say that we love each other – more so every day.”
As I talked I became aware of the blurring line between my private and secret lives. I thought I wanted it private that Russ and I had this relationship with another couple. I wanted it secret that Bree had joined us and that I’d recently spent a night fucking my brains out at my first swinger’s party.
Steph said, “I understand, and that’d be fine with Joe and me. We really like you guys too, and we’re both very affectionate and loving. We’re not kinky at all, except for wanting to branch out with another couple or so. Just so you know, we’ve never done anything like swing, but I think we have some friends that are into the lifestyle. If we ever get used to it, maybe we could host a party or something. Would you come if we did?”
“Oh, Steph. You’re loading me up with too much, too fast. I guess I have to say ‘Maybe.’ Things aren’t quite as simple as you make out.” I added, “I trust you’re not about to leave here and continue that gossip about what we just talked about.”
“No, but you should know Old Man Morton mentioned your arrangement to me, only because we got to talking about unique living arrangements as part of my relationships course. I don’t think he’s told anyone else; there’s no one around except the two of us this time of year anyway. Also, he seemed a little vague, as though he wasn’t all that sure about what he recalled or even whether it was you that he talked to.”