There were both positives and negatives to working in a large city School, and essentially they were two sides of the same coin, and that coin was âbelongingâ. Because it was a big city one tended to live in a totally different area than the one the school occupied. This meant that once school was out for the day or the weekend or the holidays, you didnât meet or bump into your students, and in most cases your teacher colleagues either ⌠a good thing if you didnât want to be bothered at home, but a bad thing if you believed that school should be a very âfamilyâ environment.
I was a firm believer that effective learning needed this sense of family or of connection, but all my efforts to promote it within the school had fallen on deaf ears, so when my marriage unfortunately came to an untimely end, it gave me a good excuse to re-assess what I wanted to do with my life, and to apply for â and secure â a new teaching position, this time in a relatively small country town senior college.
So, here I was at 35 starting my life over in a new town and a new environment and feeling quite excited by it all. Iâd secured a delightful little house and moved all my stuff in and survived my first week at the new school. There was only the Principal, a vice Principal and ten teachers in total, for a student body of just over 200, and everybody seemed to know every body else and get along well. Even the interaction with the students and their parents seemed different, more friendly, more caring, and I just knew I was going to like it here. Tonight I was going to find out a little more about the social interaction within the school, because Iâd been invited to a small gathering at the Principalâs house â something that had never happened in my 10 years at my previous school!
As I was getting myself ready, I had a small chuckle, this would be my first outing or party as a divorcee, and I could still recall my previous wifeâs frequent assertion that she could walk into a party and âsmell outâ a divorcee immediately. I wondered if there were others that had that particular talent, or if it was reserved for those that were already âon the look out for adventureâ? I discovered that aspect of my wife when I felt unwell the day after one party and was ordered home, walking in to find my wife kneeling on the big queen sized bed, stark naked being thoroughly fucked by a man I recognized from the party the night before! A man, of course, that turned out to be recently divorced!
Once the shock and the anger and the man had disappeared, my wife admitted that she had this âthingâ for recently divorced men, and right from the first year of our marriage, had sought them out at parties and whenever possible, taken then into her bed, or climbed into theirs. Indeed, over the years, a number of my work colleagues whoâs marriages had collapsed, had found some solace between my wifeâs legs. All this was quite a shock .. but as I admitted to her, I also found it just a little bit exciting, and when she âsmelled outâ a recent divorcee at the next party we attended, and got him all worked up, I suggested that she bring him home that very night and fuck with him in our bed, with me present! ( Iâd always had a vague fantasy of watching my wife with another man!).
That excited her enormously, and although he seemed a little reluctant, he eventually agreed and we all went home, stripped off, got into bed and had a long and very erotic threesome. Watching her being fucked was quite a turn on, though perhaps not as much as I had anticipated in some of my fantasies, but there was something about the threesome that didnât resonate with her âŚ. That element of âcheatingâ on me was gone! and until it was gone, she didnât realize just what an important part of the whole scenario it had been for her! so I guess the crazy thing was that although I was the one that had been âcuckoldedâ all those years, she was the one that called an end to the marriage and filed for divorce.
But, I thrust those thoughts from my head and walked the few streets to the Principals house to attend the welcoming get together. The first shock came immediately I walked in! ⌠there were as many students there as teachers! and even a sprinkling of parents, and all went out of their way to make me feel welcome, although I was a little stiff and reserved when girls that had been sitting in my class that very afternoon came up and hugged me and even on occasions pecked me on the cheek! The Principal laughed as he saw my discomfort, âHey, loosen up Davidâ he said, slapping me on the back, âIn this town everyone knows everyone else, weâre just one big happy familyâ, and even as he said it, he gave a mock pat on the bottom to one of the girls walking past, and she squealed and grinned at him. Then he took my hand, âCome on, I have to introduce you to my wife or sheâll shoot me, sheâs been dying to meet you ever since I told her youâd been appointedâ he said, and led me into the kitchen.
âMegan Leeâ he called out, and a figure detached from the group around the fridge and bustled over, and my eyes widened! she was quite a looker! Tall, blonde, with large firm breasts that didnât look like they needed any help to stand upright, a concave waist, sexy hips and a tight ass that swiveled beautifully as she walked. âDavid, Iâd like you to meet my wife, Megan Lee, Megan,⌠Davidâ
She held out her hand and I took it, just holding it, not shaking it, still gazing at her with a slightly awed, slightly surprised look on my face, âDâŚdelighted to meet youâ I finally stammered.
She squeezed my hand, but made no move to disentangle it, âSo glad to meet you David, as Harry said, Iâve been dying to meet you, itâs been so long since we had some fresh blood in the school .. and she chuckled .. and such young blood at thatâ she said.
I felt myself blushing, but was saved from any comment by a sudden influx of yelling and screaming students, and I found myself whisked away to meet other teachers and parents and ⌠well I eventually lost track, but everyone was so relaxed and so happy and so friendly, that I was soon caught up in the whole delightful atmosphere. Yes! this was just the type of âfamilyâ feeling Iâd yearned for in a school, and already I could feel my creative juices starting to flow as I thought of all the incredible activities I could get going, music, drama, sport âŚ. Yes!, suddenly I felt at home!
I was pouring myself a small drink in a quieter part of the room when I felt a touch on my shoulder, and even before I turned, I knew it was Megan Lee. There was just something about her presence that was electrifying! I felt myself start to flush again and she laughed quietly, âOh, donât worry, Iâm used to that reaction when people meet me for the first time, theyâre always expecting someone of the same age as Harry, and I guess Iâm a bit of a shockâ
âOh, I didnât mean âŚ.â I gulped, then took a quick breath and gave a nervous half laugh, âWell, maybe just a little, but itâs also a wonderful shockâ I said.
She tilted her head a little and gave me the full impact of her large brown eyes, âOh, why wonderful/â she asked.
âBecause youâre so beautiful!!â I gushed out, turning even more red.
Her smile was as hot as any Iâd ever seen!, âOh, do you really think so, I mean I am getting on you know, Iâll be 28 next birthday!â she said.
That shook me slightly too, I guess I hadnât tried to put an age on her, I knew that Harry was getting close to 60 and already grooming the vice Principal to replace him at retirement, so I guess Iâd thought mid thirties or early forties â although I had to admit she didnât look a day over 21!! âOh yes, I think youâre absolutely stunningâ I said ⌠meaning every word.
âWhy, thank you, Davidâ she murmured, giving me that eyes slightly downcast, demure look, âI guess youâre wondering âŚabout Harry and meâ she said.