Teaching Hubby's Mistress
Copyright 2021 by Limnophile
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My first name is Rochelle, but my students call me 'Mrs. Anderson'. I only teach French three days a week and occasionally substitute for the English department. My family is quite well off and we don't need to work, but I enjoy helping young minds develop and blossom. My husband Gerald used to be a history professor and volunteers as an archivist at a museum to occupy his time. He loves ships and the ocean but jokes that I get seasick looking at anything bigger than a fishbowl. It's not far from the truth.
I was confident he hadn't cheated yet, but there were signs he was tempted. I often noticed him looking at other women. Most of them were younger and blonder women. I usually wanted to make love about four nights a week, but lately we were down to once, usually on Tuesday night. He had started bringing his tablet to the bathroom with him, probably to watch porn.
I knew I had to do something when he bought an expensive new sportscar and started working out at a gym. We'd been married 15 years and I still loved him. I also knew our son Jonathan would be devastated if his father and I ever separated.
I figured that if I gave Gerald somebody pretty but underwhelming intellectually, he'd be satisfied in bed but still need me as a companion and partner. I planned to make a deal with him. Our handsome and muscular gardener Antonio had lost his wife recently. I'd noticed him glancing at my body while I laid by the pool, and he worked in the backyard. If I could get private time with him occasionally, I'd be fine with my husband having some extra-marital fun too.
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It was nearly two on a Saturday afternoon. I sat at a table outside a small café, watching some birds in the park nearby as I took small sips of my coffee. When Chloe arrived ten minutes late, she was dressed even more scantily than she typically was at school. I was disappointed to see she had put on even more makeup than usual. With her long blonde hair, mid-sized but firm bosoms, tight curvy butt, and pretty blue eyes she didn't need it. Wearing only sandals, black short-shorts, and a red bikini top; I was sure she got even more male attention than she wanted. Her image screamed, "HOT SLUT!"
"Hi, Mrs. Anderson!"
"Hello, Chloe."
A young waiter hurried over as she sat. He smiled as he asked her, "What will you have to drink? Would you like a menu?" I was slightly jealous, since he'd made me wait several minutes when I got there.
"Coffee with sugar and lots of cream." I could see him start to blush when she mentioned 'lots of cream'.
He gulped and said, "I'll be right back."
As she took her first sip I said, "I have your record right here, Chloe. Please let me know if any of this is in error. You have been held back a grade twice. You are only a high school Sophomore and just turned 18. You'll graduate when you're 20, if you're lucky. Is that right?" I thought keeping her in school any longer would just be a waste of resources.
She squirmed in her seat. "Well, um... yeah, but..."
