Now in the eighth year of my affair with Beth, things had matured to the point that I was openly soliciting men for trysts with her. Besides an internet Adult, "Friend Finder," site, we were members in good standing at a local "Sex Club," as well as frequent visitors at "Adult" night clubs and strip clubs. While I still enjoyed sex in its many manifestations with her, I'd found that arranging rendezvous with strangers was a tremendously erotic form of foreplay, one enjoyed by both she and I. What made it doubly fun for me was her complete ignorance of what I'd been up to! She knew nothing about the adult website or the fact that we hardly ever went anywhere without me trying to arrange having a man or couple converging on that location with a scenario that I'd developed, the sole intent of which was to have them seduce her.
There was, however, one "stranger" that seemed to hold her interest more than any other. That was her boss, the principal of the elementary school where she taught. Knowing this and also knowing that he was just as interested, I bided my time, confident that they couldn't keep away from one another forever.
The afternoon before these events took place, as I waited in her classroom for her, he finally made his move. Unfortunately for both of them, they hadn't counted on my being there when he chased her into the room, his hands on her ass!
This is how I handled that indiscretion and her subsequent efforts to cover it up.
It is also a story about my six week fling with a young woman who'd been a part of our affair from the beginning, mostly a sore point in Beth's life, one that she had whole heartedly wished she could change.
This was Beth's daughter Kim.
I'd first met her when she was sixteen and I was substitute teaching at the local high school, at her mother's insistence by the way. Kim had no idea who I was, other than someone who seemed to interest her. I knew it was her that day only because she was wearing things from her mother's secret stash of "erotic" clothing, the very same clothes that I'd purchased for Beth to wear on our dates..., and not for her daughter to wear to school!
While I'd only had Kim in my classes for a week, something had sparked between us that took over two years to finally produce a flame. I'd recently visited the restaurant where she was summer waitressing, the two of us flirting and her asking me to take her out on a date. She'd insisted that it be, "..., somewhere adult."
I hope you enjoy the accounts.
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I got to the school at exactly 4:00. Sitting at the entrance to the parking lot, watching the staff exiting, until only one car was left.
As had been the case on the previous afternoon when I left, Alan's car was not parked in his assigned space, having deserted Beth like a rat on a sinking ship.
It was time for she and I to talk.
I walked very quietly to her classroom, standing in the open doorway, finding her sitting at her desk, correcting papers. And, as on the previous afternoon, she sensed someone else there and looked up.
Her face was a mask, lacking the glow that I had seen on every previous encounter with her. It conveyed neither anger, nor sadness, but rather a sense of resignation.
She stood up but didn't move from behind the desk, her head down, not, I was sure, still looking at the papers.
I didn't move either.
Picking her head up, she looked at me, and then, "I'm sorry."
I nodded, an unspoken acceptance of her apology.
"It happened just like you said it would, he and I alone in the office, flirting..., fooling around. Then he asked me what I thought of him..., not professionally but personally. I told him the truth, that I liked him, thought he was cute and that I found him attractive in a lot of ways.
"Cute? Or cute and sexy?" he asked.
"Cute and sexy," I answered, "but dangerous too."
"Dangerous..., dangerous how?"
"Dangerous because you don't seem to have a problem putting your personal and profession life on the line over a chance to fool around with a co-worker," I told him. "
"Beth," he said, "I'm a man. All men approach life in different ways. I chose to live by a simple creed, "I was put on this planet to procreate," and in order to do so, I need to chose a woman to mate with. In all of nature there are very few animals that mate with one specific individual for life, man being one. But it is religious and societal pressure that forced men to become monogamous, not nature. I see a beautiful woman and I'm biologically attracted to her, it's that simple. Danger has nothing to do with that attraction, unless of course, that woman's mate is in the vicinity."
"I laughed and told him, "That sounds like a line that a third year psychology major or an anthropology professor might use to get into the pants of a young co-ed. But you're married, with children and the principal of an elementary school. You seemed to have found the woman with whom, "..., to procreate," so why the endless chase?
"He looked at me with a serious expression, and then stepped very close. He put his hands on my shoulders, looked me right in the eyes and told me, "From day one I've been attracted to you...."
"Which is why," I interrupted him, "you decided to fool around with poor Judy and almost got her and yourself fired!"
"Again he got that serious look, before saying, "You're wrong about who chased whom. She came after me, and if you asked her, she'll admit it."
Still looking at me, she continued, "With that, he slid his hands down on my ass, saying, "If an angel had come down and sat on my shoulder, on my first day of work in this building, and told me I could have a sexual affair with one..., any one of the teachers on my staff..., I wouldn't have chosen Judy, I would have chosen you."
She started to say, "I looked him right back in the eyes and asked him...," when I interrupted, "Did you take his hands off your ass, or move away from him?"
She seemed startled by my question, so engrossed in the moment that the question baffled her.
Now she looked back down at the papers on her desk, thinking I was sure, on how to answer the question. Only then did she realized that her pregnant pause had already given me her answer, so she just looked back up at me and said, "No."
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I waited two weeks before going back to the restaurant. While it was somewhat because I didn't want to seem too eager to take her up on her proposition, it was also because I knew my wife was scheduled to go to her sister's house on that Thursday for a long weekend.
Not making an entrance, I took a seat at the bar, ordered a drink from Jeff and watched Kim work her section. Same white shorts, but a new tank top, this one sunshine yellow, same logo on the front, "EAT HERE!" still on the back.
No longer viewing that epithet as a demand..., I now looked at it as an invitation.
I was discovered less than 2 minutes later, my presence probably tipped off by Jeff.
She seemed very happy to see me, a big hug and a kiss on the lips that surprised me with its intensity.
"Are you taking me out today?" she asked, her eagerness obvious.
"Not today," I answered, "But if you're free on Thursday, I can take you out then."
She gave me another kiss, this one even longer, with an almost neck wrenching hug, "Okay..., Thursday..., here at 4:00!"
She turned to go back to her tables, but stopped, turned and looked at me, "And don't forget..., I want to go somewhere adult."
I nodded.
She took another step and turned again..., "What should I wear?"
Now it was my turn..., "Bring a pair of, "adult" shoes."
She gave me a quizzical look, shrugged, bounced two steps back to me and gave me another kiss.
Then she was gone.
