Jill and Dan finished cleaning up after dinner just in time for her to get ready for her first meeting with a potential new student named Jamal. Although she was a full-time high school math teacher, she always found time to tutor students who fell behind but were willing to work hard. Nothing made her skin crawl worse than hearing a student say "I'm just not good at math" as an excuse for not putting in the required work.
She knew little about Jamal from their brief correspondence other than he needed help with his first calculus course at the local university. When she opened the door to greet him, she couldn't hide her surprise. Before her stood the tallest, darkest-skinned young man she'd ever seen. After their quick hellos, she noticed he had to duck to enter their front door and she wondered if she even had a chair that would work for him.
After having him sit on the living room sofa, she began, "So, Jamal, tell me what I can help you with."
"Oh, yes ma'am. Well, I never had any real problems with math courses in high school, but calculus is really kicking my butt. I'm not blaming my professor, but he just sort of jumped right into the lectures assuming everyone had taken pre-calculus or calculus in high school. I skipped my senior year, so I never took either one."
With a look of understanding, she replied, "Oh, yes. I can definitely see how it would be hard to keep up in a college level class if you've never learned the fundamentals. I'm glad you didn't wait until your grades tanked to come see me."
"Yes, ma'am. Even though I have to keep a minimum of a C in all my classes to keep playing basketball, I've never been just a C student, so this is pretty important to me."
Jill was impressed with what she was hearing so far. Some of the athletes she'd worked with would've been perfectly fine with making a C in a much less challenging course than calculus.
"I'm sure I can help you if you're willing to put in the effort, and it sounds like you are," she assured him.
After telling Jamal about her background and qualifications, she asked him to tell her a little about himself.
"Well, first of all, I wasn't born in this country. My family and I moved here from the DRC about ten years ago..."
Jill interrupted, "The DRC?"
"Oh. I'm sorry. Democratic Republic of the Congo in Africa. I've been in American schools since the third grade. My father went to university here as an exchange student and always wanted to move back, so when his family's mining business started exporting to the U.S., he took the opportunity to be their representative here."
"Oh, that's really interesting! I know you were young when you left your country, but I'm always eager to learn about other countries and cultures whenever you want to share!"
After the introductions, Jill spent about an hour with him, evaluating his understanding of math concepts and coming up with a rough lesson plan. She made Jamal feel quite confident in her abilities and he really liked her kind, thoughtful approach to teaching. He felt like he'd found exactly what he needed in a tutor. It didn't hurt that she was a strikingly beautiful woman with an amazing body. He would've never guessed she was more than thirty years older than he.
Once Jamal left, Dan emerged from his man-cave and asked her how it went. Jill told him every detail and seemed quite excited to be tutoring him. Dan immediately pulled up the basketball team roster on his phone to find out more about Jamal.
"Oh, wow," he said when seeing his stats. "Starting center... seven feet, two inches? That's crazy!"
"Let me see his photo... Yes, that's him! Dan, Is there such a thing as a big and tall furniture store? We don't even have a chair that doesn't make him look like an adult sitting at the kids' table at Thanksgiving," Jill responded.
"And I really like him so far. He seems like such a smart, well-mannered kid."
Jill thought of anyone younger than about twenty-five as a kid. Normally, knowing his wife was spending time with a male that size would've kicked his fantasies of sharing her with a well-hung guy into overdrive, but he knew she'd never be sexually attracted to anyone that young.
Dan had wondered how Jill would react to a bigger cock for pretty much their entire thirty-year marriage. His insecurities over having a 4-1/2 inch penis along with the fact Jill was still a virgin when they married helped fuel his persistent fantasy. He wanted the best for the woman he loved and felt deep guilt over her having to settle for sex with only him for her entire life.
She had the same curiosity but was too committed to Dan to ever act on it. In her dreams, she would frequently be taken by a dominant, well-hung man, but it was always in the context of her having little or no control over the situation. Her subconscious mind wouldn't even allow her to cheat in her dreams.
Over the next couple of months, Jamal showed great progress with his math grades and constantly showed his gratitude to Jill for her help. As they became more familiar with each other, Jamal found himself more and more attracted to his tutor. Although their age difference was significant, he'd never known a woman who was both extremely intelligent and stunningly beautiful. Her favorite asset of his were her double-D breasts that seemed to defy gravity. Most women in his culture were small-breasted, so he always fantasized about large-breasted women. Any time she showed any cleavage during their study sessions, he found it quite hard to concentrate.
Once the basketball season started, Jill and Dan bought season tickets and tried to attend as many of the homes games as they could to support Jamal. It was almost like having his family at every game, which he loved.
At the worst possible time, in the middle of the basketball season and a couple of weeks before semester finals, Jamal told Jill some troubling news. The family he was renting a room from was going to have to put their home on the market as soon as possible and wouldn't even be able to honor his current lease. It was a terrible time for Jamal to start hunting for a place to live, so Jill and Dan volunteered to help with the search.
As soon as they sat down to come up with a plan to help, they both realized the best plan would be to have Jamal rent a room from them. They were empty-nesters and had two extra bedrooms just gathering dust. Jamal was overjoyed when they offered for him to come stay with them. He really liked them both and knew it would be a great atmosphere for him.
They quickly realized having Jamal living with them involved a much different level of familiarity than before. Since the kids moved out, Jill was used to wearing very little clothing around the house, so this would take some adjustment. The more she got used to Jamal being there, the less conservative she became with her clothing choices for lounging around the house at night. It didn't go unnoticed by him.
One afternoon, Jamal returned early to the house because his English class was cancelled, but Jill was on the opposite side of the house folding laundry and didn't hear him arrive. When Jill walked into his room to take clean towels to his bathroom, they both got a shock when she caught him laying on his bed, stroking his jet black, foot-long cock. Jill squealed in surprise and began apologizing profusely, but probably didn't look away as quickly as she should have. Jamal stopped stroking his meat, but didn't put it away. It wasn't his fault and he'd fantasized about her seeing it. He would've been more embarrassed if she had known he was masturbating over her.
