A Foreign Exchange Student Engages in Extracurricular Activities

Witnessing a Husband’s Secret Talent

While staying with a husband and wife host family as a 21-year-old foreign exchange student from France, I heard muffled moans coming from the couple’s bedroom one night. Walking down the hall towards the couple’s bedroom, I noticed door was slightly ajar.  As I peered through the crack, I saw the husband, nude and in between the spread legs of his similarily nude wife. With his face buried in her pussy, she moaned loudly, clutching his head.

As his large hands held her thighs open, he moved his head rhythmically. Despite watching plenty of porn movies, what captivated me most was the way he took his time. For example, he wasn’t rushing, but rather engaging in an act of worship. Despite being a cultured foreign exchange student, these concepts were unfamiliar.

As the wife’s moans crescendoed, his head movements quickened. Suddenly, she let out a sharp cry, her back arching off the mattress. Then I watched him gently kissing her inner thighs before moving back up to hold her. Without a doubt, their intimacy was arousing. Despite being a sexually inexperienced foreign exchange student,  I knew this was skill. The ecstasy he delivered fascinated me. Certainly I wanted to know if could fall apart like his wife did.

After the wife left for work the next morning, I quickly made my move. As I reached his office, the air heavy with my secret intent, I gently rapped on the open door.

He looked up and smiled warmly, leaning back in his leather chair. “My favorite foreign exchange student! Do you need help with something?”

The Temptation of a Foreign Exchange Student

I walked over to his desk and handed him my open laptop. “Pardon, monsieur. Can you look over my English essay? My professor said my writing is too… French.”

He accepted the laptop, his professional demeanor firmly in place. “Of course!”

While he scrolled down the page, I watched his expression closely. Admittedly, I didn’t write an essay, but a provocation. It was graphic and drawn entirely from last night’s vivid imagery still burned into my mind. Finally, he cleared his throat. “Ummm… is this really for your class? This doesn’t seem like a typical foreign exchange student assignment.”

As much as I knew it was a hard sell, I nodded emphatically, feigning innocence. “Oui! Did I capture the feeling well?”

Despite his obvious disbelief, he looked back at the screen, his eyes scanning a specific paragraph near the bottom. He pointed at the screen. “But here, you wrote ‘In reality, women never know this kind of orgasmic release from a man’s tongue. It’s an elusive experience of pleasure.’ That’s an inaccurate generalization.”

Although I knew he was right, I cocked my head with feigned confusion. “But is it? My best friend back in Paris is also a foreign exchange student who fucks a hot delivery man. She swears that all men are too… hasty. Like a universal tragedy.”

“It is a tragedy if it happens,” he said. “But it’s not a universal truth. In fact, an attentive man who listens to his partner’s body always prevails.”

Before responding, I looked at him coyly from under long lashes. “Although I’m just a foreign exchange student, perhaps you will show me?”

A Private Lesson with a Foreign Exchange Student

Immediately the husband looked up from the screen at me. “Well, no… that’s… um, completely inappropriate. You’re a foreign exchange student. I’m a married man. We can’t—I mean, I can’t—” He cut himself short, stammering helplessly.

Despite the visible war happening behind his eyes, I knew how to tip the scale.  “I simply thought,” I murmured, “showing a foreign exchange student helps words make more sense.”

Then I slowly lifted the hem of my skirt, inch by inch, watching his gaze lock onto my thighs. When my skirt was pulled up to my waist, I stood up and walked over to his side of the desk. As I sat on the desk in front him, devoid of panties, he stared at my bare and exposed pussy. Without a doubt, he was now at the altar of his own desire.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, although the question was ceremonial at best.

“Oui,” I breathed. “Show me.”

That was all the permission he required. Immediately he leaned in, and the first eager touch of his tongue on my wet hole mirrored the desperate desire we both felt.

Cum-pleting the First Lesson

But instead of a hasty tongue fuck, he feasted on me with a reverence that made my foreign exchange student pussy even wetter. While his tongue mapped very inch of my exposed hole, I gripped the edge of the mahogany desk. Certainly the sight of him between my legs made a fresh gush of wetness escape me, which his tongue eagerly met before delving deeper inside me.

Then I became aware of the sensation building rapidly within me, a tight coil of heat low in my belly that I never felt before. While my hips bucked involuntarily, I rode his face, chasing an intensely pleasurable pressure deep inside me. Suddenly I felt the thick length of one finger slide inside me and directly onto my g-spot as he sucked on my clit.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. Finally I felt myself gushing, a hot, wet flood pulsing out of me, soaking his face. But instead of pulling away he drank me in, his finger coaxing every last drop from my pulsing pussy. His movements slowed as my spasms turned to tremors and my grip in his hair loosened. When our heavy breathing had subsided, I slid off the desk and smoothed my skirt. “I see what you mean now. My essay needs some corrections. I’ll come back into your office after your wife leaves for work tomorrow so you can proofread the second draft.” As I exited his office, I looked over my shoulder. “Thank you for helping a foreign exchange student.”

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