This story is purely fiction, nothing is based on anything other than my imagination. Any sexual activity is between consenting adults.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions." Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act IV, Scene V
Tess Vandermoss (Mrs. V to her students) taught 12th grade math at the high school in Clarksville, Tennessee. Her husband of 8 years Andrew (Drew) Vandermoss owned a small but very successful high end auto repair shop. Clarksville, only 50 miles north of Nashville, had plenty of well to do folks in the area and Drew's shop could handle anything foreign or domestic. He had a small crew of four including himself, so you may have to wait an extra day or two to get your $180,000.00 Mercedes-Maybach S class repaired, but it was always done right and with the best parts.
Tess and Drew met in Atlanta, Georgia. He was a senior at Georgia Tech. She was a junior over in Athens at UGA. They had been introduced by mutual friends and hit if off immediately. Tess was coming off a bad break up and Drew had never really dated anyone seriously. Beyond lack of experience, he'd grown up with four brothers. His inability to read her made him charming in her eyes. His complete naiveite on the finer points of male / female courting rituals made him completely honest and vulnerable with her which undid her.
For his part, Drew was drawn to Tess at first sight. He was Dutch in heritage and looks. Blue eyes, blond hair, firm muscular build but not tall, 5'11". Tess's maiden name was Jansen so blood from the Netherlands flowed deeply in her veins as well. She had the stereotypical physical attributes of northern European women. Like Drew, blond hair (she wore in a pixie cut) and bright piercing blues eyes. She was more buxom than not, 37C and had long lily-white legs.
Beyond looks and personality attractions, they both came from modest Dutch protestant families, and she also had several siblings. They were at ease with one another from their first moment together. The night they met at a charity dance in Atlanta, felt special to both. At first Tess thought he could be a good distraction from her broken heart, but as the night wore on, she began to think it could be something more. It took all her 21-year-old woman's wiles to coax him onto the dancefloor, but it was worth it. He moved easily and was a quick study.
Before they realized it the evening was ending as the band leader announced last dance.
"Thanks for a delightful evening, Drew," Tess said softly into his ear while swaying back and forth to Jeremy Zucker's, This is how You Fall in Love. "I hope I see you again soon." Then she planted a very soft kiss on his cheek. He instantly turned red, and Tess giggled like a 16-year-old sophomore who had broken curfew without getting caught.
When the song finished, Drew didn't quite let go. Holding her gently said, "Tess, I really enjoyed the evening. Would I be way too forward if I suggested a coke and burger at The Varsity. I have a convertible, it's not special or anything but it is fun to drive on a warm spring night like tonight. If I'm out of line for asking, I'm sorry!"
"Oh Drew" Tess said in mock exasperation, "I have soooo much to teach you! Yes, a lovely midnight drive and a late-night snack sounds perfect! I must warn you though, I'll probably steal half your fries!"
And so began a 14-month courtship that ended in a very traditional wedding at Tess's very Dutch Protestant Church, by the very stern Dutch pastor who had baptized her as a baby. The first time he met Drew he was almost as suspicious as Tess's dad. But then he caught the last name, Vandermoss and was completely sure he and Drew were somehow related. When they finished their vows and were pronounced man and wife, Drew kissed his new bride with passion and skill. Both the passion and the skill were due to Tess's tutelage over the last year and Drew had taken his lessons very seriously!
As they walked down the aisle, Drew's dad Rob, leaned over and whispered in his wife's ear. "Lots of blue-eyed blond babies on the way!" If he had only known how wrong, he could be...
Just prior to graduation from GT Drew had landed a position with a large structural engineering firm in downtown Nashville. He worked for them the year before the wedding and discovered quickly he hated being part of a large company. He was one of 86 engineers and was working over 70 hours per week in a monotonous environment. He was curious and a problem solver by nature. He could practice neither of those traits at his firm.
Tess was completely supportive of his branching out into his own auto shop. A year to the day he had begun his engineering carrer, he handed in his resignation. Since he had a scholarship to GT his dad fronted him 100K to open his doors. He had a strong business plan that included paying his dad off 100% by the end of his fifth year.
For her part Tess was enjoying teaching math to high school students. At 24 she was close enough to their age to easily understand how they thought and found creative ways to help many of them fall in love with math. She was friendly and popular with her fellow faculty and was often approached by many of her female students for advice ranging from boys, sex, college choices and family matters. She was off to a great start.
Fast forward four years, Tess was now the youngest department chair at the high school and Drew had beat his own plan, making his final payment to his dad 8 months early. He was trying to figure out if he wanted to branch out and open a shop on the south side of Nashville with a small number of new hires, or just keep riding a good thing.
From day one Tess and Drew enjoyed an active and, at times, creative physical relationship. Tess was more eager to try some new things and Drew usually went along. One Friday late afternoon the shop had closed, and Drew was doing some final paperwork before the weekend. A young blond woman pulled up in a 2018 white Honda Accord. When she got out Drew noticed she was wearing very short cutoff shorts, a very tight black tank top that stopped about 3 inches above her shorts and a pair of Freebird destressed sandals with four-inch heels. She slinked into his shop looking like a total and complete slut, begging to be fucked.
"Excuse me sir" she said entering his office and leaning on his desk, "But I have a terrible problem under my hood, do you think you could help me with it?"
"I don't know mam, what kind of problem?"
"I'm not sure sir, but every time I rev it up, some fluid begins to leak. I tried to stop it with my fingers, but it needs something a lot bigger!"
"Well," Drew replied, "I guess I could take a few minutes to help you out. Happy to help you get your engine revving correctly."
She was now completely bent over at the waist just inches from his face, "If you can't fix it, I'll be stranded, and who knows what could happen to a girl like me in a place like this?" As she said this, she offered her best sexual pout.
Five minutes before she arrived Drew's dick was limp and relaxed. Now it was a rock hard 7-inch monster begging to be released so it could attack and subdue its prey." Before I do you, I mean do your job, I need to know the method of payment. Do you have any money?" He asked with a growl rubbing his hard cock, looking at her lecherously.
The blond came around the desk, pushed his legs apart and knelt between them. Looking up into his eyes, she said in her sluttiest voice, "Oh no sir, I don't have any money. I'm sure my husband could come by later and pay you, or maybe you prefer another form of payment. I'm alone here with you and could NEVER stop a big strong guy like you if you wanted to take advantage of me. Do you want to take advantage of me sir, do you want to use me as your fuck toy?"
"Damn Tess, I can't take any more you little slut wife" Drew said standing up and grabbing the back of her head. "You're going to suck my cock and then I'm going to bend you over this desk and send you home to your husband fucked like you've never been fucked before!"
