He had a wife. But he also had urges. He had so many urges towards his 22-year old student, and when he saw her texting on her phone in the back of the classroom, he could think about a million reasons how she could make this up to him. She looked stunning. Her dark thick curls rolling down her back greatly turned him on. 'I need to stop thinking about her. She's a student. And I'm married', Owen thought. But he still couldn't stop looking at her. All he wanted was just one night with her, or maybe two.

Surely he wasn't the only one. There wasn't a single student in the whole school who wouldn't want the gorgeous asian student. Even the gay guys were basically drooling after her.

Owen isn't a happy man. Especially not at his house, where he lives with his wife, his college sweetheart, Emma. In the ten years they have been together, their realationship has become so uneventful. It feels like Emma isn't there anymore. She is always at work, fixing peoples eyes (or something like that). But Owen doesn't blame her. He's quite dedicated to his job as well. Being a Stanford college professor can be really challenging. It's also fun, working with the young students, teaching valuable things to them. But mostly it's consuming a lot out of him. He didn't have the energy or the capasity to do fun activities they used to do together, when they were newlyweds.

He also felt that she didn't care about their marriage so much. And she didn't care about herself as much as she used to. She didn't dress so nicely anymore, she didn't care to use makeup, and she didn't spend half of her salary to the salon. She had let herself go, because she didn't think that Owen would notice. Or care, whichever.

But oh, he did. He really did, and it devastaded him that she didn't want to look good for him and go out to dinner, or to nightclubs, or to literally anywhere. Their social life was pretty much not existing. He felt so frustraded, because they were still young. And all Emma wanted to do was to stay at home, order in and watch some TV in her flannel pajamas.

Owen was also tired of the endless conversation; having children. Although they were more arguments than conversations. She had wanted children since they graduaded from college. Owen first wanted to finish all of his studies to become a college professor, and find a nice steady job. After getting the job at Stanford, seven months ago, Owen strated to question their marriage. He wasn't so sure about having kids with Emma, anymore.

Cristina looked up from her phone. She could feel a pair of his professors piercing blue eyes boring into her. She wondered if he was checking her out, or just staring at her because she was texting her friend in the middle of the class. Probably both. It wouldn't be a surprise that even her hot, married college professor would want her. She spent a lot of time and money on herself and had exquisite taste when it came to clothes. Her mother had been a designer, before she passed last year. So she had learned a lot from her.

Owen checked his watch. There were nine minutes left before the class would end, but he decided to end the class a bit earlier than usual.

"And since it's friday, we're going to continue this next week because I know you all have probably more fun things to do. So I'll see you next week when I return your essays", he said out loud.

Most of the students had already left the classroom when he decided that he should have a little conversation with his his absent-minded student, who happend to be the most beautiful of them all. She was the last one in the class, since her buzzing phone was distracting her from packing her stuff.

When she finally got up to leave, he stopped her.

" Cristina, don't leave as yet. I think we have lots of things to discuss", he said, his voice filled with authority, sounding so professional.

" Oh. We do?" Cristina asked, giving him a sultry smile.

" Yes. I read your essay."

" Okay?"

" I just expected more from you. I think you can do a lot better. I gave you a B."

" What? You gave me a B? I don't get B's, I'm a straight A student!"

" And I thought a smart girl like you knew that if you spend most of the class texting your friends, you probably won't learn so much."

Cristina knew how to get to him. She stepped closer to him, maybe even too close. He could now clearly smell her perfume, which smelled like heaven. She wrapped her small hands around his waist and looked up to his eyes. He was staring at her scarlet lips, just inches away. He wanted to kiss her so badly. Her being his student and making this inappropriate turned both of them on.

" Cristina, you need to stop that right now. This is highly inappropriate", he said with a shaky voice, not sounding so professional anymore. He grabbed her wrists and took a step back.

" I think that you should teach me some other things and then you can help me to fix up my grade", She said and shifted even closer, while struggling to get her hands back.

Wait, was that sexual innuendo? He felt her petite hand on his lower abdomen, moving south. Oh yeah, it most certainly was. By this time he couldn't even speak. All he could think about was his unhappy marriage with Emma, and this smoking hot student in front of her, trying to seduce him. And how an affair with her student would drastically change his whole life. And probably also hers.

And in the heap of the moment he grabbed her face and pressed his lips against her. She opened her mouth to let his tongue into her mouth. As long as it lasted, it was wonderful. It was nothing like kissing Emma. It was so much better. It was exiting, thrilling, and wonderful.

Then he realized what he had just done. He was a professional for gods sake, he couldn't kiss her student, or do anything else even more drastic. He reluctantly let go of her, stepped back and started pacing. Cristina thought that this was actually greatly amusing, watching her professor act so coy.

" Oh god, Cristina I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

" Yes you did. I get it. There are a lot of people who can't resist me", she said, impressed of his mature and experienced technique. She lifted her bag from the floor and gave him the sexiest smile he had ever seen.

Oh god. He had thought about doing things to this particular student, but he didn't think that they'd actually happen. And now she had given him the chance. He knew he really wanted it. With everything going on with her bitchy wife, he really needed something to distract him from everything. But could he really do this? This was against his morals, agaist everything he believed him. But his doomed relationship had drove him to this breaking point. He needed this. He needed something to distract him from his life, and everything else that was going on.

" No one would ever know?" he asked.

She was halfway out of the door, but she turned around to reply to his question.

" No. It would be our little secret."