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Oasis In The Desert Ch. 02.5

Date: 21.08.2007

Keywords: 02.5, In, Desert, Oasis, Ch., The,

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"To all those who read all three parts of this story before I submitted this part I am sincerely sorry. I had mistakenly left this part out. Thanks to a few readers I was made aware of this mistake and I happy to add the missing section. I hope this will never happen again. Thank you. "

Our first invitation arrived at the end of September. Julie spotted it first and tossed it into the trash with out looking at it. She didn't tell me what it was and I didn't bother asking. The next invitation arrived two weeks later. This one Julie opened and after reading it she passed it to me.

It was a formal invitation addressed to the both of us from one of the female teachers at the school. The teacher was a fellow math department teacher that I had talked to on several occasions. She was very sweet, small with small breast and a very cute face. She was a little older then I was but still quite attractive. The invitation said nothing about it being a sex party in fact it only said there would be games and food. How Julie knew it was from one of Dean's circle of friends was beyond me. We didn't discuss the invitation it just stayed on the counter till the day before the party before Julie tossed it out.

The invitations would arrive every other week like clockwork. They would arrive on the Monday or Tuesday for a party on the following Friday or Saturday. Nothing was said about the party other then Julie saying we got another one. But by the third invitation I noticed a change in Julie.

When the third invitation arrived, Julie was as loving and submissive as she always was. Every couple of days she would take the dominant role and I would be on the receiving end that night. But the day after the third invitation arrived, Julie took the dominant role and every night there after till the night of the party. The day of the party Julie was insatiable. She couldn't get enough. She fucked me six or seven times though out the day and had me sucking her cock almost constantly the rest of the time. By Sunday she was her old self and I even felt a hint of remorse from her for being so randy.

When the fourth invitation arrived, I regretted showing it to her as our sex life changed again as Julie took the reins once more. The day after the party Julie was once more remorseful as she did everything she could to make up for her treatment of me. That was when I decided to confront her.

Julie and I were siting out by the pool, both of us were striped bear when I said, "Julie I think we need to talk about these invitations and your obsession with sex when they arrive."

Julie looked like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar but she recovered quickly and said, "What do you mean? I haven't been obsessed. I thought you like what I was doing."

"I do like it, but eight times in one day is a bit much when we normally only do it once or twice three times when one of us is really horny. And you become very domineering as well. Now don't get me wrong I like that too, but you're never like that normally and only become that way when the invitations arrive."

Julie picked up her towel wrapped it around herself and said, "If you didn't like it you should have said something. How do I know you don't like it if you don't tell me." Before I could answer Julie marched into the house and slammed the door.

I knew she was going to take it wrong but I also knew there was no other way to bring up the subject. I knew I had to find out why she seemed obsessed with sex each time these invitations came in the mail.

I followed Julie into the house but she had gone into the bedroom and locked the door. I asked her to open the door but either she didn't hear me, or she ignored me, as the door didn't open. With no other recourse I went into the living room to watch TV 'til she cooled off.

I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up Julie was gone. I called her several times on her cell phone but again she didn't answer. I was beside my self with worry thinking that she had left me but when I saw she only took her jeep and nothing else I felt relief that she would come back before work in the morning.

It wasn't until late Sunday night that Julie finally came home. I had just though about going to bed when I heard a knock on my back door. When I open it I found Julie standing on the other side her face looked like she had been crying all night. She wore no make up and this was very unusual. She also looked extremely cold as the temperature had dropped considerably and she was only wearing a tank top and a pair of jeans.

Julie looked up at me with very sad eyes as if to ask if she could come in. With out saying a word I took her in my arms and pulled into the house. Her arms felt like ice cubes so I rubbed her arms to warm them up. A few minutes later I had her in a hot shower and when she was done I dried her off before dressing her in a nightgown. I took her to bed and she laid in my arms and her head on my chest.

I made a firm commitment to myself that I would never bring up the invitations again. I didn't want to take the chance in losing her. I didn't care what her reasons were as long and she stayed by my side. But the subject wouldn't die as I found out a few days later.

Wednesdays was my day to sit in my office and help any student that wanted it. The Dean wanted to give every student in the school every chance to pass his or her courses. So he decided that one day of the week teachers would be free to sit and help any student that came to their door. I thought that this was a great idea and I willingly did my best to help each student.

In the beginning of the term I got very few students at my door. But when the midterm came I was inundated with students requesting help. Now that we were once more at the beginning of the second half of the first term my office was empty. I was scanning the stock market deciding if I should move some of my stocks when I heard a knock on my door. Before I could get up to answer it the door open a gorgeous women walked in.

She came in placed her purse and her sunglasses on my desk before extending her hand and said, "Doctor Fenten my name is Lacey Mitchell, Dean Mitchell's wife."

I cringed whenever anyone called me doctor. True I was one but I hated using the title. I preferred being called professor now that I was teaching and my students knew it.

When I took Lacey's hand she enclosed mine with both of her hands and held on for longer then I thought was appropriate. Her hands were cool and soft and her well manicured nail scratched my hand slightly. Her smile was quite warm and her deep blue eyes seem to engulf me. Her golden blond hair reminded me of a halo. For a woman she was quite tall, five nine if I had to guess and her high heels only added to her height. Her short skirt hugged her legs like they were incased in shrink-wrap. Her small waist accentuated her large bosom, which threatened to burst the buttons on her silk blouse.

Lacey was quite beautiful and I could see that at one time this beautiful creature could have graced the magazine racks all over the country. Julie had told me Lacey was a model but I would have guessed as much without being told.

She was so beautiful I was almost rendered speechless. When I could find my tongue I said, "Please Mrs. Mitchell have a seat can I get you anything. I have soda and water in the fridge plus I could make a pot of coffee."

Lacy Mitchell sat in the only chair available beside my own. She crossed her legs and smiled when she noticed that I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. Finally she said. "A diet soda would be nice if you have it but water would do."

I had diet soda seeing that was all Julie would drink at school. So I poured her a glass handed it to her before sitting back down. Once I was seated Lacy said, "Doctor Fenton I thought I would come and introduce myself seeing we haven't gotten to know each other as yet."

"Please call me Ted I'm not a Medical doctor so I don't go by that title. I'm sorry that we haven't gotten to know each other, but also I haven't met all of the teachers here either." I told her and right away I knew I said the wrong thing.

Lace leaned forward giving me a clear view down the front of her blouse before she said, "Well Ted that's one of the reasons I'm here. You see I've given you ample opportunity to get to know me and on each occasion you refused to accept my invitation. Not only did you refuse my invitation but you also showed bad manners by not calling to tell us you wouldn't be coming."

She was right of cause we should at the very lease called to explain that we would not be attending. So I said "You're right that was disrespectful of us. I assure you it won't happen again."

Lacy reached into her purse pulled out an envelope handed it to me and said. "Here is a chance to redeem yourself. I having a party on Saturday seeing the following week would be Thanksgiving. I would consider it an insult if you and Julie do not attend."

I took the envelope as I tried to come up with a reason why we couldn't attend. The only thing I could think of was the truth, "I'm sorry Mrs. Mitchell but you see Julie and I aren't into that sort of thing."

Before I could finish Lacey cut in with. "What sort of thing are you referring to. The two of you aren't into having cocktails and socializing. For the first two hours there will be cocktails and socializing then dinner will be served. After that you two may leave and nothing will be said. If you wish to stay I can assure you you'll both have a wonderful time. As far as Julie is concerned just buy her a sexy little outfit and tell her she is coming along. The way she looks at you I doubt she'll refuse you."

Lacey stood to leave so I stood too. When she held out her hand I took it in mine, and before I knew it Lacey leaned over the desk and kissed me on the lips. When she straight up she said. "Mm that was nice. Now please don't disappoint Julie or me. She was all set to come to our parties before you blew into town and sweep her off her feet.

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Keywords: 02.5, In, Desert, Oasis, Ch., The,

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