The days passed with a current of normalcy, but the relationship between Avery and Jake had deepened in unimaginable ways. Jake had embraced Avery's sexual desires without reservations, finding in them an indescribable source of pleasure. He loved listening to her stories, every detail of their encounters, which only increased his love and desire for her.

Jake, increasingly impressed and in love, couldn't help but fantasize about a future where he himself would be the one finding lovers for her, so that together, they could explore more of their shared lust. He imagined receiving messages from Avery, photos capturing their most perverse encounters, moments that only the two of them would share.

What made Avery the perfect girlfriend in Jake's eyes was precisely that duality: her angelic appearance, especially in her role as a university professor, contrasted dramatically with her erotically free mind. No one could imagine, without seeing it with their own eyes, that beneath that facade of innocence lay such a passionate lover, and in intimacy, a woman who enjoyed sex with an intensity and variety that only someone like Jake could appreciate.

Avery, standing at the threshold of her classroom, ready to impart knowledge, was approached by a courier with an unusual urgency in his eyes.

"Miss Avery, right? I need you to sign for this, please."

With her mind on other matters and believing it to be a bureaucratic triviality, Avery signed the receipt and tucked the mysterious envelope into her purse, promising herself to look at it later. Once her students were immersed in the silence of the exam, the memory of the envelope assaulted her. With nervous fingers, she opened it.

Her heart froze at the sight of the images: explicit captures of her fiery encounter with Jake and Chase, a night she thought had remained in the intimacy of shadows. The memory of the hidden spy flooded her with fear.

With hands barely able to hold the attached note, she read: "Avery, your secret is my treasure. If you want these images to remain hidden, you'll have to fulfill my desires"

The note not only confirmed her worst fears of being blackmailed but also demanded something that, while not money, put her in an equally complicated position: the answers to exams for several subjects, something she had access to only for her own subject.

Avery felt a mix of relief and terror. Relieved because the demand wasn't for money, but terrified by the implication of revealing those answers. The idea seemed almost comical in its absurdity, but the fear that the photos would be released was real and throbbed like a lump in her throat. The note didn’t just compromise her; it played with the duality of her situation: the fear and the ridiculousness of it all, a paradox that left her with no way out.

Avery, with her heart still pounding wildly, made an impulsive decision. She ended the class with a weak excuse and left the campus straight to the house of her friend Derek, the only one she fully trusted at that moment.

Upon arriving, without preamble, she told Derek everything. After a moment of surprise, he couldn't hold back a laugh. The idea that someone was blackmailing Avery with something as ridiculous as exam answers struck him as comical.

"Avery, this is, almost surrealistic. But don't worry, we're going to find out who's behind this," Derek assured her, with a gleam of determination in his eyes. "He'll probably send another letter soon. Let me know when it comes."

Avery, still fearful, felt at least some relief in sharing her burden. Driven by gratitude and comfort, she hugged Derek. He, responding to the hug, lifted her off the ground in a protective gesture and, in a burst of passion, kissed her fervently. The kiss, laden with tension and relief, was a balm for Avery's soul.

Derek gently lowered her, looking into her eyes with a mix of concern and affection. "Everything's going to be okay, Avery. I promise."

She nodded, grateful. "You're such a great friend, Derek. I honestly don't know what I'd do without you."

With a smile that didn't quite hide her worry, Avery said her goodbyes. "I'll head home and stay in touch. Thanks for everything."

Derek watched her go, his mind already plotting how they could catch the blackmailer, while Avery made her way home, her heart a little lighter but her mind still full of uncertainty.

When night fell and Jake returned from work, Avery had to make a conscious effort to stay calm and not convey her concern. Jake was just beginning to explore and accept his new sexual lifestyle with Avery, and she didn't want something like this to discourage him or make him feel insecure.

She tried to keep the night as normal as possible, focusing on Jake, their conversations, and sharing quiet moments together. She wanted to ensure their relationship remained stable and gave him no reason to suspect something was wrong, thus allowing her, the next day, to focus on the logistics of obtaining those exam results without raising suspicion.

The next morning, Avery arrived at the university and, just before entering her classroom, was intercepted again by the same courier. He handed her a new envelope, but this time, Avery, more determined, asked:

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Daniel," the courier replied.

"Daniel, who sent me this envelope? When was it given to you?"

Daniel, clearly uncomfortable, responded, "I can't tell you who he is."

"He? So it's a man," Avery noted.

"I understand. I see you're loyal to your clients. That's admirable. If you like, give me your number or card. Who knows, if I ever need to send a package or a gift, I won't hesitate to contact you. I love your professionalism," Avery said with a smile, trying to keep the conversation light but extracting information.

Daniel, without further ado, handed her his card along with the envelope and walked away.

Now Avery knew that behind all this was a man. Armed with this new piece of information, she entered her classroom where her students awaited. During the class, she delivered her lesson as usual, but her eyes scanned each face, wondering if among these young people was her blackmailer.

After class, with her heart racing, Avery opened the envelope with trembling hands. She found new instructions that read:

"Avery, you will send the results of the upcoming math exam to the email address you'll find below. You have three days to comply, or else I'll publish the photos."

Without wasting time, Avery called Derek, who, upon hearing the urgency, suggested:

"Send me the email address so we can work on this together. Remember, we need to make sure those results are ready to send in time."

Derek, while helping out of his affection for Avery, also had a personal stake. He knew that if those photos were to leak, Avery would likely have to move away, which was something he didn't want to happen.

Avery, aware of the urgency of her situation, began to devise how she could access the results of the upcoming math exam. Knowing that directly asking Professor Thomas, a man of unshakeable principles, was virtually impossible, she recalled her time as a student when she had earned the professor's affection through her dedication to math. She decided to use this connection to her advantage.

She headed to Mr. Thomas's classroom, finding him alone and preparing the exam. With a warm smile, she approached:

"Mr. Thomas, it's been a while. I decided to stop by and say hello. Do you remember me?"

Mr. Thomas, with a smile that reflected years of teaching and fondness, hugged her:

"How could I forget my most dedicated student?"

Avery continued, "Going from being a student to a professor has been a huge change, but it feels good to be here, surrounded by family and trust."

Mr. Thomas, flattered, responded, "You're the youngest woman in this 'family'. The university has never had such a young professor. You could easily pass as a student."

While they chatted, Mr. Thomas placed the sheet with the exam answers in his drawer and locked it. As they said their goodbyes, he offered his help:

"Well, Avery, I must be going home. If there's anything I can do for you, don't hesitate to ask."

Avery, although tempted, didn't dare ask directly for the answers, knowing it was beyond Mr. Thomas's boundaries. However, she took the opportunity:

"I was just about to head home too. Could you give me a ride? Your house is on the way to mine."

Mr. Thomas agreed, picking up his cane. As they left, Avery noticed how the professor placed the drawer key in the car's glove compartment. During the ride, the atmosphere was pleasant and friendly.

Upon getting out of Mr. Thomas's car and watching him drive away, Avery thought to herself: "I must get that key." During the ride, she had formulated a plan: she deliberately left her purse on the back seat of the car, giving her an excuse to visit Mr. Thomas's home.

Once at her place, she quickly went to her computer, researching how to clone a key. She identified the necessary materials to make a mold and went out to buy them, preparing for a nocturnal visit to Mr. Thomas's home, with Derek's help.

That night, Avery prepared meticulously, dressing in a short black dress that was both elegant and provocative, her makeup soft, enhancing her natural beauty. When Jake arrived, he found her, and surprised by her outfit, he asked, "Where are we going?"

Avery smiled. "You, nowhere. I'm going out with Derek. I've prepared dinner for you. Sorry for not telling you earlier, but Derek is leaving on a trip, and I wanted to say goodbye to him."

Although Jake was still learning to adapt to this lifestyle, he nodded, a mix of surprise and excitement evident on his face. The thought of Avery with another man sparked a thrilling anticipation in him.

Derek parked his car in front of the house. Jake said goodbye to Avery at the door, watching as she walked to the vehicle with tinted windows and got in. Barely a minute after Avery entered the car, Jake's phone signaled the arrival of a photo.

Upon opening it, Jake saw the scene unfolding behind those tinted windows: Avery's meticulous preparation with makeup and hairdo had already been altered. The photo showed Derek firmly holding Avery's long hair, guiding her in an act of oral sex, while she, with an expression of satisfaction, devoted herself to the task.

Jake, feeling the excitement coursing through his body, noticed an immediate erection in response to the image. He anticipated more photos, imagining Avery heading into a night of sexual abandon, which only heightened his arousal as he watched the car drive away.

With the photo sent and Jake's mind at ease, Avery proceeded to change her outfit. She shed the elegant and provocative dress, replacing it with a more conservative and modest one: a white dress with red floral patterns. She cleaned off her makeup and let her hair down, aiming to project the image of an innocent and studious young woman, nothing suggesting extravagance or concealed intent.

Later, in an attempt to maintain discreet communication during their mission, Avery gifted Derek a smart watch. In her enthusiasm, she had set everything up like a scene from a spy movie. The idea behind the watch was to facilitate more covert communication between them.

Derek, although finding the situation amusing, agreed to indulge Avery. She, with a gleam in her eyes, explained that she had set up the watch to send emails directly to her email account.

During the drive to Mr. Thomas's house, Avery didn't stop explaining the watch's features, every detail with passion. For Derek, the combination of the seriousness of the moment with Avery's almost childish enthusiasm made the journey both comedic and endearing.

Avery's plan was simple yet bold: enter Mr. Thomas's house, greet him, and ask for her purse which she supposedly left in the car. She hoped that, given the professor's trust, he would allow her to go to the car alone, at which point she could make a mold to later clone the key. Then, she would celebrate with Derek the success of their operation.

Avery rings the doorbell.

"Avery, what a surprise. What brings you here?" Mr. Thomas asked as he invited her in.

Avery replied with her soft and polite voice, "Professor Thomas, I'm afraid I left my purse in your car earlier today. Could you help me look for it?"

Mr. Thomas, always attentive, furrowed his brow slightly. "Ah, I see. Well, I already took it out of the car and left it in the dining room. But come in, please.

Avery entered, her mind racing. She needed to divert the professor's attention. As they walked towards the dining room, she noticed that he had a movie paused on the TV. "Oh, were you watching a movie?"

"Yes, an old mystery movie. I like to relax with these after grading exams," he explained, picking up Avery's purse from the dining room.

"I love mystery movies," Avery said with feigned enthusiasm, moving closer. "Maybe, could I watch it for a moment? I'm always interested in your tastes, professor."

The professor, flattered by Avery's interest, agreed. "Of course, take a seat."

Avery positioned herself close to him on the couch, careful to maintain a respectful but near distance. The movie started, and she, with a mix of ingenuity and subtlety, began asking questions, sometimes brushing his arm accidentally, always with an innocent smile.

Mr. Thomas, feeling a special connection with Avery, allowed himself to relax a bit more. The conversation drifted towards more personal topics, and Avery, with her natural charm, made him laugh, looking into his eyes with a blend of admiration and something deeper.

"Professor," Avery said in a more intimate tone, "I've always admired your passion for mathematics. How do you manage to keep that spark?"

He, with a smile, leaned a bit closer to her. "It's hard to explain, but you, Avery, are one of the reasons. Seeing someone like you, so dedicated and bright, reignites my passion."

Avery, seeing her chance, moved a bit closer. "I feel very lucky to have had you as a mentor. May I ask you something more, personal?"

The professor, now intrigued and slightly flushed, nodded.

"I was wondering, don't you ever feel lonely here, in this big house?" The question was a whisper, laden with curiosity that seemed to transcend the academic.

The professor, surprised but also touched by Avery's sincerity, replied candidly. "Sometimes, yes. It's hard for someone in my position and at my age to have genuine company."

Avery, now with a mischievous glint in her eyes, stood up from the couch. "Perhaps, right now, you're not so alone"

Avery took the professor's hand, her voice a whisper that seemed to echo through every corner of the house. "Professor, where is your bedroom?" Mr. Thomas, with a stuttering voice, replied, "Upstairs." Avery continued, "Then, Professor, there's something up there I want to show you. Something I think you'd like to see, very much."

Mr. Thomas, with his heart beating faster, felt the softness of Avery's hand and followed, though his legs were not as agile as his young former student's. Avery, aware of her advantage, climbed the stairs with deliberate slowness, allowing the professor to admire her figure from behind.

"I've always noticed how you look at me, Professor," said Avery, her voice laden with an unspoken promise. "Those looks, they make me fee, special."

The professor, speechless, could only follow her, his mind filled with thoughts he dared not express. Avery continued, her tone dropping to an intimate murmur. "I wonder, Professor, have you ever desired something you can't have? Something, forbidden?"

Each step they took seemed to escalate the tension. Avery paused on a stair, turning slightly to look at him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of innocence and desire. "I think about you sometimes, when I'm alone, Can you guess why?"

The professor, now completely captivated and unsure how to respond, merely nodded slightly, his breathing more ragged. Avery, with a smile that promised more than any words could say, continued ascending, her voice now a whisper filling the space between them. "I want you to see what I've hidden for you, Professor. Something only your eyes deserve to see."

Once in the room, Avery helped Professor Thomas sit on the bed, ensuring he was comfortable. Then, she walked over to the window, where with a subtle gesture, she signaled to Derek, who was parked outside, to wait a little longer. Seeing Avery close the curtains, Derek understood the signal: the situation was under control, and he knew exactly what was happening inside.

Avery then paused right in the center, the soft moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains, illuminating her figure. She turned slowly towards Professor Thomas, her gaze locked on his, as her hands began to unbutton her dress.

"Professor," she murmured in a voice that seemed to caress the air, "I want you to watch me. I want you to see what few have seen."

The professor, eyes wide open, felt a lump in his throat, his mind in conflict, but his body responding to each of Avery's movements. She let the floral dress drop to the floor, revealing the softness of her skin. "Avery," his voice was a whisper of protest, "I have a granddaughter your age."

Avery, unfazed, moved closer to him, her fingers now toying with the professor's belt. "But it's me who's here, Professor. It's me who wants you."

With a skill that spoke of unwavering resolve, Avery unbuckled his pants, revealing Professor Thomas's erect penis.

The professor, feeling an internal struggle, tried to speak, but his words faded into the air when Avery knelt before him, her gaze never leaving his.

"Shh," Avery whispered, her hot breath against him. "Let me show you how much I've wanted you."

And then, with a slowness that felt eternal, Avery brought her mouth closer, her intent clear, while the professor, caught between morality and a desire he didn't know he had, closed his eyes, diving into the storm of sensations that Avery unleashed upon him with her tongue, feeling the depth of Avery's throat.

The professor, ensnared in his emotions and sensations, felt each movement from Avery sending waves of pleasure through his body. Avery, with a proficiency that belied her years, controlled the pace, her eyes watching him with a mix of power and desire.

"Professor," Avery murmured between movements, "I want you to remember this. Every second."

The professor, unable to form words, could only nod, his mind clouded by desire and guilt. Avery, noting his surrender, quickened the pace, her hands now exploring, seeking spots she knew would push him to the brink.

But the professor, with a resilience that even surprised Avery, didn't give in so quickly. This, instead of frustrating her, ignited her passion even more. "Interesting," she thought, "maybe I can enjoy this more than I planned."

Avery, with a new strategy in mind, changed positions, employing every bit of erotic knowledge she possessed to prolong and intensify the pleasure. Each moan from the professor, each of his efforts to maintain control, only heightened the intensity of the moment.

Finally, they both reached climax together, a shared ecstasy that echoed through the stillness of the room. Avery, with a satisfied smile, stood up, watching the professor lying there, almost asleep, exhausted.

"Thank you, professor," Avery whispered, planting a light kiss on his forehead. "This was, educational."

With that, Avery silently made her way to the door, her mind already focusing on the mission she had momentarily forgotten, leaving the professor in a deep sleep, filled with images and sensations he had never anticipated experiencing.

Avery climbed into Derek's car, her mind still processing the intensity of what had just happened. Derek, upon seeing her, furrowed his brow in curiosity. "Do you have the key mold?"

"Yes," Avery replied, her voice still laden with recent emotion. "The professor turned out to be a man with admirable resilience. But I got what we needed."

The night air was cool, and Avery, feeling both relieved and exhausted, asked Derek to take her home.

Once Derek parked in front of Avery's house, she thanked him with a tired smile and said goodbye. Upon entering, she noticed Jake was already asleep in bed, his deep, steady breathing filling the room with a comforting sound.

Avery undressed quietly, carefully dropping her clothes to avoid making noise. She slid under the sheets, moving closer to Jake, who, sensing her presence and the warmth of her body, instinctively wrapped her in an embrace.

Jake, still half asleep, murmured, "How did it go?"

Avery, snuggling closer, replied with a sigh, "It turned out to be a very educational night." The darkness of the room and Jake's warmth were all she needed at that moment to feel safe and, for a brief moment, free from the complications the night had brought.

As dawn broke through the windows, Jake got up, getting ready for work, while Avery, still in the haze of sleep, stretched slowly, her thoughts already drifting to the university.

In class, Avery, with her impeccable appearance, scanned the students, her mind restless over the blackmailer's identity. "Who could it be?" she wondered, her eyes scrutinizing each face for any hint.

While reviewing her notes, her phone vibrated with a message from Derek: "I have the key copy. I have a plan to find out who's blackmailing you. Come to my place after classes."

The day went by with its usual pace until, upon leaving the university, Avery crossed paths with the math professor. The memory of the previous night made her tense, but her expression didn't betray her.

"Hello, Avery," the professor tried, his voice laden with a mix of curiosity and concern.

Avery, with a polite but distant smile, simply replied, "Good morning, Mr. Thomas." And with no further ado, she continued on her way, leaving him without a chance to extend the conversation, her mind already focused on the next phase of the plan with Derek.

Avery arrived at Derek's house, and before she could even greet him, he met her with palpable energy. "Avery, I have the plan. It's perfect."

Derek's impatience was evident; his eyes sparkled with lack of sleep and excitement. "Before handing over the answers to the blackmailer, I'll change three of them. Whoever has those wrong answers, that's our guy."

Avery, quickly grasping the logic of the plan, nodded with enthusiasm. "It's brilliant, Derek. We just need the answers now."

"Exactly," Derek continued, showing the key he had copied. "We'll go to the university tonight; no one should be there. With this key, we can get those answers."

The plan, with its simplicity and boldness, ignited a spark in Avery. The idea of the secrecy, of solving the mystery and unmasking the blackmailer, filled her with adrenaline.

"Tonight, then," said Avery, with a smile that mixed excitement and determination. "Let's end this."

The excitement of the plan about to be executed created a palpable tension between them. Both knew they were on the brink of discovering the truth, and that feeling of standing at the edge of the abyss, of acting in the shadows, was both thrilling and inevitably risky.

Avery left Derek to rest, aware they needed to be at full capacity for the night. Before heading home, she made a stop at a small shop and bought a dark wig, thinking of the extra precaution that would allow them to move unrecognized.

At home, she found Jake in the kitchen. "Jake, I have a faculty meeting tonight. It might run late," she informed him, keeping her tone casual but authoritative.

Jake nodded, accustomed to their dynamic. "Understood. Be careful."

Avery prepared herself meticulously. In her room, she checked every detail: the wig, dark clothing, and a coat that could alter her silhouette if someone observed her from a distance. With everything ready, she left her house with a sense of anticipation.

Derek picked her up at a quiet corner, far from prying eyes. Inside the car, Avery began her transformation. She carefully put on the wig, adjusting each strand to look natural. Then, she changed her clothes, using the coat to cover herself.

"Ready," she whispered, looking at Derek with a mix of excitement and seriousness.

They arrived at the university, their plan now in motion. However, as they approached, they spotted the figure of a security guard patrolling near the main entrance.

Derek parked the car several blocks away, in a dark and deserted area, ensuring the vehicle wouldn't draw attention. They got out in silence, their footsteps barely audible on the pavement, their breathing held, sharing the tension of the moment. The night enveloped them, a silent accomplice in their transgression.

They advanced cautiously, sticking to the shadows, their bodies occasionally brushing against each other in the narrow alleys, each touch sending an electric current of anticipation between them. The security guard, a lone figure, patrolled near the main entrance, his flashlight slicing through the darkness in a constant sweep.

Avery and Derek, avoiding his line of sight, slipped along the side of the building. They found a slightly open window, an oversight that would become their entryway. With a silent gesture, Derek opened it wider, and one after the other, they squeezed through, the fresh night air contrasting with the stuffy, warm atmosphere inside.

Inside the university, the darkness was nearly complete, only broken by the faint emergency lights outlining the hallways. They moved stealthily, their bodies tense, turning each corner with their hearts pounding. Adrenaline surged through their veins, not just from the fear of being caught, but also from their close proximity, their hands occasionally brushing, igniting sparks of desire.

They reached the math professor's classroom. Thankfully, the door was not locked. They entered and Derek, with hands barely containing the tremor of excitement, opened the drawer. Avery, with her phone ready, began photographing the exam answers, each click of the shutter echoing in the silence like a rapid heartbeat.

The closeness in the confined space, the darkness, and the urgency of their mission created an atmosphere charged with erotic tension. Every breath from Avery, every move from Derek, seemed exaggerated, laden with meaning beyond the merely practical. At that moment, they were not just mission partners; they were two souls sharing a secret, an intimacy forced by necessity and mutual desire.

Inside the math classroom, with silence as their only witness, Derek looked at Avery and confessed with a nervous laugh, "Being here brings back bad memories. I hated this class. I was never good at math."

Avery raised an eyebrow curiously. "And how did you manage?"

Derek murmured with an air of guilt, "I cheated. It was the only way to pass."

Seizing the opportunity, Avery adopted an authoritative yet playful tone. "So you're a bad boy, cheating in my classes?" She moved closer to him, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper as her fingers played with the button of his pants, hinting at undoing it.

Derek, feeling the heat of her proximity and the danger of the situation, tried to reason. "Avery, not here, someone could come in and catch us."

But Avery, engrossed in her role as the teacher, shook her head, her lips brushing against his ear. "You won't get off that easily, young man." Her hands became bolder, and though Derek tried to resist, the tension and desire overwhelmed his judgment.

He led her to the desk, where they began kissing with an urgent passion. Derek had to cover her mouth with his to stifle her moans, whispering between kisses, "They're going to catch us, Avery."

She, with a mix of provocation and urgency, responded, "Then hurry up."

The pace intensified, the fear of being caught amplifying the adrenaline. Derek, with a mixture of pleasure and concern, tried to keep quiet while Avery, lost in the moment, couldn't completely stifle her expressions of pleasure.

They reached climax with a mix of relief and euphoria, and quickly dressed, the sound of their heavy breathing filling the space. Avery, with a mischievous smile, said, "That was, exhilarating."

Derek, still catching his breath, looked at her with a mix of awe and affection. "You're crazy, Avery. But I like you."

With one last glance at the classroom, they quickly headed towards the exit, their steps now lighter, as if they had left some of their tension behind in that classroom. In the car, the atmosphere was one of complicity and satisfaction, a perfect blend of risk and reward.

With the car moving, leaving the university behind, Avery leaned back in her seat, a feeling of satisfaction and power enveloping her. The mission had been a success, but somehow, this unexpected act had been a personal triumph, a declaration of her freedom and desire.

Three days had passed since Derek sent the altered answers to the blackmailer. With their hearts racing from anticipation, Avery and Derek returned to the university. This time, their goal was to enter and exit quickly, to photograph all the corrected exams to identify the blackmailer by the wrong answers they had planted.

The entry was swift and efficient; both now knew the route and potential obstacles. They slipped through the university's dark hallways, their steps now more confident, until they reached the classroom where the exams were kept. With skilled hands, Derek opened the drawer, and Avery began pulling out the exams, photographing each one rapidly.

The operation was like a well-rehearsed ballet: every move precise, every second accounted for. In a matter of minutes, they had completed their task, leaving everything as they found it. They exited with the same stealth, the night wrapping them in anonymity, adrenaline still coursing through their veins, but this time with the promise of an imminent discovery.

With the mission accomplished, they decided to celebrate their provisional success with beers at a nearby bar, the relief and excitement of what was to come creating a bubble of euphoria around them.

Avery, with a mix of nervousness and excitement, raised her beer. "Soon we'll know who's behind this." The conversation flowed, but the thought of reviewing those exams and uncovering the blackmailer hung in the air, a promise of resolution that kept them in palpable tension.

Derek, seizing the moment of confidentiality that the celebration allowed, asked Avery, "How's your relationship with Jake?"

Avery, taking a sip of her beer, replied with a smile, "Truth is, we're flowing well, better than I expected."

Derek, with an expression of genuine surprise, remarked, "I'm quite impressed by how quickly Jake accepted an open relationship. It's not common."

Avery nodded, her gaze reflecting her own surprise. "Yes, it caught me off guard too. But it's been, liberating, in a way."

Then, Derek, leaning slightly forward, his voice dropping to a more serious and reflective tone, began: "Avery, I'm going to tell you something important. I know you have an open relationship now, and that makes you fortunate in many ways. There are many people who desire that freedom but can't arrange that agreement with their partners. It's a delicate balance, and you've achieved it."

Derek continued, his voice laden with a sincerity he rarely showed, "Avery, never forget what led you to want this lifestyle. Your freedom, yes, but also the love you feel for Jake. Stay alert to any changes in that dynamic. Sometimes, things can start to spiral, and before you know it, you might end up in a place you didn't want to be."

He paused, ensuring Avery absorbed every word. "Never let Jake misuse you, or let this freedom turn into something it's not. Remember, sexual freedom isn't the same as prostitution. It's important to distinguish that. You're one of the few women lucky enough to live out your sexuality according to your fantasies, and that's something you should value and protect."

With a look that mixed affection and seriousness, Derek added, "Never lose your essence, Avery. Enjoy every sexual moment, fill your life with dynamism. Make sure Jake enjoys as much as you do, even if you decide to bring someone else into your bed. The key to an open relationship is mutual respect and shared pleasure, not just individual satisfaction. Keep that always in mind."

With a look reflecting a blend of nostalgia and sincerity, Derek said, "Avery, I wish I had a woman like you. Someone who understands and desires the same as I do." Avery was taken aback, but before she could respond, Derek continued.

"I've tried convincing my ex-girlfriends to adopt this lifestyle, but it was always in vain." His voice was a stream of confession, advice wrapped in truth. "There are no magic formulas to make your partner accept an open relationship. It's chemistry, it's security, it's trust. And above all, it's love. A love so deep that, even though it would hurt to catch your partner with someone else, it also allows you to share without jealousy, knowing that the third person is just a participant in your story."

Derek, taking a breath, continued with a reflection that seemed directed as much at Avery as at an unseen audience. "There's no recipe. Many choose not to talk and simply succumb to infidelity, believing it's their only option. But the world is full of couples who, although unfaithful, are unhappy. Some, perhaps, find happiness in their deceit, and good for them. However, many live in a bubble of perfection and infidelity, criticizing those who choose to live their sexuality freely."

His gaze fixed on Avery with an intensity meant to imprint his words in her memory. "Celebrate your lifestyle, Avery. It's not easy to find someone who shares that vision, let alone maintain it with respect and love. True sexual freedom isn't a game of deceit; it's a celebration of human connection, trust, and understanding. Don't let anyone make you feel less for it. You're fortunate, and with that fortune comes great responsibility."

Derek, with a smile that tried to lighten the tone of the conversation, added, "And speaking of my failed attempts, most of my ex-girlfriends left me for infidelity. Imagine, I was always caught, and once, it was even with you."

Avery burst into laughter, the earlier tension dissipating with the lightness of the moment.

"Well, I guess that makes us an accidental infidelity team," she said between laughs, and Derek couldn't help but join in her laughter.

The conversation took a lighter turn, and they spent the next hour in pleasant chat, full of anecdotes and laughter, enjoying the relief that each other's company brought after the intensities they had experienced.

Finally, Derek drove Avery back home. Upon arrival, Jake was waiting for her, a familiar and reassuring figure at the door, marking the end of an evening filled with revelations and laughter.

"Avery, what's going on? You've been going out a lot at night," Jake began, his tone laced with concern.

Avery, feeling the weight of the truth, decided it was time to come clean. "Jake, I'm being blackmailed," she confessed, her voice steady but tense. "Someone saw us that night and has been trying to use that against me."

Jake, surprised and visibly upset, replied, "And you didn't tell me? Why, Avery?"

"Out of fear of worrying you, of involving you more than necessary. But I'm close to figuring out who it is. The answers are in these photos," she explained, showing her phone.

The conversation extended, with Jake expressing his frustration for not being included from the start, while Avery tried to calm him down, explaining her reasons and the severity of the situation. After some time, Jake, though still with a trace of annoyance, nodded. "I understand. But I want to help you."

Avery, grateful for his support, opened the photos on her phone and began examining them. Upon closer inspection, she discovered three exams with the incorrect answers Derek had modified. "Here are three, it seems the blackmailer shared the answers."

Digging deeper, Avery confirmed they were all from her class. "So, one of these three is the one who's been blackmailing us."

Jake, looking at the names on the screen, asked, "What do we do now?"

"We need to come up with a plan to identify which of them is the blackmailer," Avery replied, her mind already working on the next step, feeling a renewed relief and determination with Jake by her side, ready to face this challenge together.

Avery laid out three photos on the table, each with the image of a student. "One of these three is the blackmailer," she declared, her voice filled with determination.

Jake, looking at the photos, nodded.

Avery said, "Let's send this to Derek, see if."

"No," Jake interrupted firmly. "Don't do that."

Avery, surprised, frowned. "Why?"

"Because I think it's time I get more directly involved. If we bring Derek in, this could get more complicated than necessary. Plus, Derek has already done enough," Jake explained, his tone indicating he had thought this through.

Avery looked at him, assessing his decision. "And how do you propose we proceed?"

"The blackmailer contacts you, how?" Jake asked, shifting the focus.

"Through a messenger, someone who acts as an intermediary," Avery replied, recalling the interactions.

"Then, that messenger might recognize one of these three," Jake suggested, pointing at the photos. "If we can talk to him."

Avery, though initially not fully convinced, began to see the logic in Jake's proposal.

She dashed to a drawer and pulled out a card. "Here it is. Daniel, the messenger, gave me this."

Jake took the card, examining it. "Let's use this. We can set up a meeting; if we play our cards right, he could be the key."

Avery nodded, now more enthusiastic about the idea. "Okay. Then, let's craft a plan. Daniel will give us the answer. We're going to end this, together."

The tension in the room transformed into a palpable energy, a mix of determination and strategy. Jake and Avery, now united in their approach, began outlining how to approach Daniel without arousing suspicion, each contributing ideas, crafting a trap they hoped would end the blackmail cycle once and for all.

It was Saturday, and Avery's study had transformed into the epicenter of an operation that seemed straight out of a spy movie. The walls, normally filled with books and academic items, now displayed a series of photos and notes, with the three images of the suspects in the center, as if they were wanted criminals.

Jake and Avery worked in silence, placing each element with precision. The idea was to create the appearance that they were investigating a serious crime, with the students' photos suggesting they were suspects in something much darker than mere blackmail.

"This has to look real," Jake murmured, adjusting one of the photos. "We need to make him believe we're close to something big, something that could involve much more than simple threats."

Avery nodded, her mind focused on every detail. "The key is authenticity. If Daniel senses anything fake, he might alert the blackmailer."

The desk had been cleared, with Jake hiding underneath, a precaution in case anything went wrong. "If the plan fails, I'll be here," Jake assured, his voice muffled by the furniture.

Avery checked her watch. "It's almost time. It'll be dark soon. Let's make the call."

With night closing in, Avery prepared everything necessary for the stage. She turned on lights strategically to create a tense and mysterious atmosphere. The room, with its new decorations, looked like the headquarters of a criminal investigation where the darkest secrets were being unraveled.

Finally, as the sky turned shades of purple and black, Avery approached the phone. She took a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline of the moment. With Jake hidden, ready to intervene if anything went wrong, she dialed the deliveryman's number.

"Hi, Daniel, it's Avery. You gave me your card. I'd like to order a pizza," she said, her voice steady but with a tone suggesting this was more than just a food order.

Daniel, committed to his job, replied cheerfully, "Sure, I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

Avery gave her address and hung up, her heart pounding. Now there was only waiting, each minute intensifying the tension.

The doorbell rang through the house, an echo that resonated in the charged atmosphere of tension and anticipation. Avery, dressed in a silk pajama so revealing that it left little to the imagination, headed to the door. The fabric clung to her body like a second skin, insinuating more than it hid, her nipples outlined and a glimpse of her intimacy visible with the movement of the silk.

She opened the door, and Daniel, the deliveryman, was momentarily speechless. His eyes, inevitably, scanned her figure before returning to her face, a clear blush on his cheeks.

"Hi, Daniel. Come in," Avery invited with a sweet voice.

Daniel, holding the pizza box, stepped inside, his mind already envisioning scenarios where the situation turned more intimate, where Avery, in that pajama, could be his, even if just for a moment. The fantasy of his desire, the idea of touching that skin barely hidden by the silk, made him swallow hard.

Avery led him to the study, the place where everything was set up. "Wait here for a moment, I'm going to get your tip," she said, her tone suggestive, while she leaned slightly, aware of how the fabric clung even tighter.

Daniel, still at the entrance of the study, looked around, his eyes catching the array of photos and notes, a setup that spoke volumes. Curiosity led him to take a few more steps inside.

Avery, pretending to look for the tip, noticed Daniel's glance drifting towards the photos. "Don't worry," she said, her voice soft but laden with a different kind of tension. "My husband is a detective. This is part of an investigation. One of those three guys is suspected of murder. Specifically, three deliverymen have been found dead. We're trying to figure out which of the three is the culprit."

Daniel, stepping closer to the photos, furrowed his brow, a minimal gesture that didn't go unnoticed by Avery.

Noticing Daniel's reaction, Avery asked, "Does one of them look familiar to you?" However, Daniel, regaining his composure, denied knowing anyone in the photos. "No, I don't know them," he insisted, his voice slightly trembling.

Avery, with a plan in mind, decided to switch tactics. She moved closer to Daniel, her proximity almost tangible. "Daniel, the truth is important. I won't judge you," she murmured, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. Slowly, she slid a finger down Daniel's arm, a light touch but full of intent.

The tension in the room shifted. Avery, with a blend of authority and seduction, leaned towards him, her lips almost brushing his ear. "If you help me, I assure you it will be worth it," she whispered, her warm breath against his skin, her voice a promise of erotic reward.

Daniel, caught between desire and confusion, began to feel his resistance waning. Avery, noticing his indecision, decided to up the ante. Her silk pajama moving with her, and with a deliberate motion, she removed the top, leaving her only in the pants that barely covered the essentials.

"Daniel, think of what you could gain," she said, her voice now a whisper promising pleasure and shared secrets.

Daniel, though hesitant from the start, felt desire overwhelm his judgment. With a sudden impulse, he grabbed Avery by the waist and lifted her, sitting her on the edge of the desk. The wood creaked slightly under the weight, a sound that echoed in the quiet of the study.

Under the desk, Jake, with a limited view, noticed Avery's feet. Her movements, the tension in her legs, indicated her excitement to him. Realizing what was happening left him in a state of tension and desire, his body reacting instantly, an erection evident.

Avery, aware of Jake's presence and the effect she had on him, decided to give him an unforgettable show. With an inward smile, she looked at Daniel, her eyes full of a silent promise. "Enjoy it," she whispered, her voice an audible caress.

Daniel, intoxicated by the proximity and the implicit offer, began kissing her with an urgency that revealed his pent-up desire. Avery responded with equal fervor, her hands exploring, unbuttoning his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin.

Meanwhile, Jake, trapped in his hiding spot, could only hear the moans and whispers, each sound intensifying his own desire, his mind crafting images of what he couldn't see. Avery, with each calculated move, ensured that every moan, every sigh, reached Jake's ears, offering him an auditory narrative of their encounter.

Jake, though limited in his view, noticed Daniel's clothes falling to the floor, a clear sign of what was happening. Then, Avery's pajama bottom also fell, revealing her nudity. The realization that she was completely naked, right above him, made his breathing heavier.

He could feel the movements of the desk, each thrust and adjustment indicating the intensity of the moment. Avery's moans, each one deeper and laced with desire, filled the air. He heard how Daniel, with desperation, kissed her all over, his hands exploring, yet without penetrating, inserting his fingers into her, increasing the rhythm of Avery's moans.

Jake, unable to contain himself any longer, let his hand find his own erection, beginning to masturbate silently, the need to release tension overwhelming. Avery, aware of Jake's excitement, started to speak, though her words seemed directed at Daniel.

"I know you're enjoying this," Avery said, her voice a bit louder, ensuring Jake heard every syllable, every nuance of pleasure in her tone, though in reality, her words were for him.

The tension in the study was palpable, a triangle of desire and excitement where each participant played their role, though with different audiences in mind. Avery, with each moan, with every word, was not only seducing Daniel but also ensuring Jake experienced every moment through his senses. The scene, charged with eroticism and a power play, continued, with Avery orchestrating a spectacle that neither Daniel nor Jake would ever forget.

Avery, in a fluid movement, slightly lifted herself off the desk, holding onto the edge. Daniel, behind her, found his position and began to penetrate her, his rhythm dictated by desire and urgency. Avery's feet moved, seeking support, which Jake instantly interpreted.

With a mix of boldness and pure excitement, Jake took more risk than was prudent, slightly sticking out his head. What he saw left him in a state of almost painful overstimulation. Avery's legs, spread to receive Daniel, and the sight of her being penetrated, added to the sound of her moans, was a spectacle seemingly designed for his clandestine enjoyment.

Jake, with his eyes fixed on the scene, felt a wave of sensations wash over him. The sight of Avery, the evident wetness speaking of her desire, how her body responded to every thrust from Daniel, caused him a mix of envy and voyeuristic pleasure he had never experienced before. It was as if every cell in his skin was in tune with every movement of Avery.

The sensory overload was too much. He barely had time to duck his head back under the desk before an intense ejaculation hit him, his breathing ragged and the effort to keep silent almost superhuman.

Fortunately, the rough movements of the desk, combined with the sounds of Avery and Daniel's passion, covered any noise Jake might have made. His body, still trembling from the intensity of what he had felt, now found relief.

Avery, unaware of Jake's climax but intuiting her effect on him, continued, her movements synchronized with Daniel's. Each moan, each word, was an act of subtle manipulation, ensuring that Jake, though hidden, was part of her experience.

The rhythm of the penetration intensified, and with each thrust, the desk creaked, an echo that resonated in the room like a war drum, marking the beat of their shared passion. Avery, with a mix of pleasure and control, knew she had both men under her spell, each in their own way.

As Daniel lost himself in his own desire, nearing climax, Avery allowed herself a moment of reflection, aware of the game she had orchestrated. The scene, charged with desire, manipulation, and almost palpable tension, was heading towards its conclusion, with each participant leaving an indelible mark on the others' memories.

Daniel, with ragged breathing, whispered near Avery's ear, "I'm about to"

Avery, with a look that promised and demanded at the same time, made him sit on the edge of the desk. With studied grace, she knelt before him. Jake, from his hiding spot, could barely see Avery's profile, but the sound, oh, the sound was unmistakable.

The noise of Avery's mouth enveloping Daniel, the rhythm of her breathing mixed with gentle sucking, made Jake feel a new wave of excitement. It was a raw sound, filled with desire and submission, that echoed in the room.

Jake heard Daniel reach his climax, the sound of his ejaculation muffled but clear. Then, a momentary silence, broken by the sound of Avery licking, making sure nothing was left. The sight of some semen dripping onto Avery's body, followed by her finger carefully collecting the fluid, was something Jake etched into his mind.

Avery, with a movement that seemed almost ceremonial, brought her finger to her mouth, swallowing what she had collected. Jake, witnessing this act, felt a mix of awe and a new understanding of Avery. Each action of hers, each calculated detail, showed him a facet that went beyond any apparent innocence.

"Behind that facade," Jake thought, "hides a master of sex, someone who not only controls the game but also knows how to end it with a flourish that leaves one breathless."

Avery and Daniel, once recovered, began dressing in silence. The air was now charged with a different kind of tension, a mix of what had transpired and the normality they tried to reclaim. Avery walked Daniel to the door, her demeanor now more composed.

At the threshold, Daniel murmured with a mix of embarrassment and sincerity, "The guy you're looking for is the one in the middle photo."

With a feeling of gratitude, Avery watched him leave, closed the door, and returned to the study, where she found Jake emerging from his hiding place under the desk.

"I enjoyed everything," Jake admitted, his voice a mix of surprise and desire.

Avery returned his kiss with a slight smile. "Now we know who it is," she said, showing the photo of the student, "I know him. He's in my class."

Jake nodded, understanding the gravity. "Then, I'll go with Derek. He said he'd handle it once we uncovered the blackmailer's identity."

With quick and efficient movements, Avery started getting dressed. "I'll be back soon," she assured, her tone now full of determination.

Jake, satisfied, but still processing what he had witnessed, watched her go. "I'll wait for you," he promised, a smile on his face.

Watching Avery walk away, Jake couldn't help but think about the duality of her behavior. She could switch from being a figure of raw, perverse desire to a cheerful and determined woman in mere minutes. It was this contrast, this ability to navigate between such different worlds, that kept him so captivated by her.

Avery arrived at Derek's house, who greeted her with a smile that reflected both the joy of seeing her and curiosity about her evident good mood. "Avery, you look radiant. What's going on?"

"I found out who's been blackmailing me," Avery announced, her voice filled with satisfaction as she pulled out the photo of the student.

Derek, upon seeing the image, froze for a moment before sitting down, surprise evident in his features. "I know this young man," he admitted, his voice laden with a mix of astonishment and guilt.

Avery, confused, waited for him to continue. Derek, with a sigh, began to explain. "That was the young man who, participated with us that night. When you arrived, he mentioned how much he desired you. But I never thought, never imagined he was also your student."

The revelation cast a shadow over Avery. Now she understood how the blackmailer had been able to track her so precisely. "So, he knew exactly how to find me, how to watch me," she murmured, more to herself than to Derek.

Derek, still processing his guilt, stood up with determination. "I'll handle this, Avery. You can go home peacefully. This ends here."

Avery, with a mix of relief and a new understanding of past events, nodded. "Thank you, Derek," she said, hugging him briefly. "I trust you." With that last gesture of trust, Avery said goodbye and began her journey back home to Jake.

Avery returned home, where Jake waited for her with a mixture of concern and eagerness. On seeing her, he quickly stood up, searching for answers in her face. "Avery, what happened?"

"Derek knew the guy," Avery revealed, her voice loaded with a mix of relief and reproach. "If I had sent the photos to Derek like I suggested, we could have avoided all of this."

Jake felt a pang of guilt, aware of his previous decisions. Avery, noticing his expression, approached him with a smile that contrasted with the seriousness of the moment. "But, you know, I'm glad I didn't," she said, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "I really enjoyed my time with Daniel."

Jake looked at her in surprise, processing her words, the image of Avery in a state of desire and pleasure coming back to his mind. Avery, with an expression Jake now recognized as that of a woman who enjoyed her sexuality unreservedly, added, "I would do it again."

The erotic tension they had shared before her departure returned with force. Without further words, they headed to their bedroom. The night turned into a game of desire and exploration, where Avery and Jake lost themselves in each other, momentarily forgetting the day's complications.

Finally, tired and satisfied, they fell asleep, entangled, with the relief of having resolved a mystery.

Monday arrived, and Avery prepared for her university classes, the routine that had always provided her with a sense of normalcy and purpose. As she entered the classroom, she noticed an empty chair, a notable absence. She knew who was missing: Ethan, her blackmailer, who, upon being discovered, had not attended.

While teaching, her mind wandered about how Derek might have handled the situation. "Did he force him to leave the city?" she wondered, trying to imagine Derek's possible actions.

After the last class, Avery decided to walk home, enjoying the day. The sun was shining, and there was that kind of optimism that only the beginning of the week can bring. However, her peace was disrupted when a woman approached and handed her a paper.

Avery felt a chill as she read it. The word "Missing" was written in bold, and underneath, a photo of Ethan. Her heart pounded heavily, a mix of concern and fear taking over her.

Without hesitation, she ran to Derek's house. Upon arrival, she immediately noticed Derek's car was not there. She tried calling him, but his phone just rang busy. Anxiety grew when she saw the same "Missing Ethan" poster plastered in several places.

The reality of the situation began to sink in. What had Derek done? How had he "dealt" with Ethan? Avery, with a mix of fear and determination, knew she needed answers, and fast. The search for Ethan, and now also for Derek, had turned into something more than just a matter of blackmail. It was a race against time to uncover the truth and, perhaps, prevent something even worse.