This story is fictional, based on basic facts and embellished for adult entertainment. All characters are at least 18 years old.
A couple of weeks after of our first impromptu encounter, Mrs. P. contacted me and invited me to her place for lunch again. She only invited me this time and wanted this to be kept a secret, as she didn't want to raise any suspicions of any 'illicit' ongoings between us.
Even if I was an adult now, an affair between a elementary school teacher and former student would be considered borderline 'taboo'. And, Mrs. P. was still married even if she claimed her marriage was just an inconvenient formality.
Mrs. P.'s husband was out of town again for a few days so she had some free time for 'playtime'. I arrived at her house and was greeted by Mrs. P. who was waiting on her front porch. She gave me a full body hug and whispered in my ear, "I'm so happy to see you."
I hugged her back and said, "Thank you for inviting me over," then kissed her on her cheek, then I said, "I brought some dessert," and held out a box.
Mrs. P. said, "You didn't have to bring anything."
I said, "Well, I'm not old enough to bring wine or liquor, so I brought dessert," then we both laughed.
We walk inside and I sat down at the dining table as Mrs. P. brought out the lunch she prepared. We enjoyed the food and dessert while we chit chatted about when she was my teacher.
When we finished eating, Mrs. P. told me to go sit in the living area while she cleaned up. I said, "I'll help you clean up, it'll go faster, plus I don't want to sit by myself."
So we went into the kitchen and we washed the dishes and glasses we used for lunch. I asked her, "How often is your husband away from home?"
She said, "At least twice a month, for a few days every time."
I said, "I would think that he would want to have sex with you, the time he is home, for being away as often as he is."
She said, "You would think that is the case, but he has 'other playmates' to satisfy his sexual needs."
As we walked out to the living area, I said, "I'll feel bad for you that your marriage has headed down this path."
Mrs. P. said, "Yes, it's not what I wanted to happen of course, nor did I think that this would happen. Our marriage at first was great, we were truly in love with each other and our sex life was fantastic. But, as time moved along, our existence got boring and mundane, and that led to our boring sex life too. So I guess he needed a different outlet and that's when he started having affairs."
I shook my head and said, "Wow, this is so sad to hear," as we sat down on her sofa.
Mrs. P. then said, "Please do not feel bad for me, cause I've created my own 'playmate' list. I figured, if he can do it, why don't I," as she had a devilish smile.
I chuckled and asked, "If you don't mind, am I part of your 'playmate' list?"
She laughed and said, "Well, now that you brought it up, yes, I'm adding you to my list!"
I said, "I don't know if I should feel honored or used," then laughed.
She smiled and said, "I have built a fairly sizable list of people that I play with. But please, don't get me wrong, because I'm very picky with whom I have intimate relations with."
I said, "If you put it that way, I feel honored. Am I your youngest member on the list?"
She hesitated for a second, then answered, "Nope, there is one person just a little younger than you are."
I asked, "Is it another former student of yours?"
She said, "No, none of my other playmates are former students, you're the only one. The person that is younger than you is the daughter of one of my friends."
I almost gasped, as my eyes and mouth opened agape as I raised my eyebrows in shock. I said, "So you're bisexual, huh, very hot."
She said, "I guess, it was an accident that I discovered that I enjoyed playing with females."
I asked, "How did it happen?"
She tells me the story;
I had a dinner party with a few friends, nothing too big, two other families and myself, my husband was not around. Anyway, there was a lot of alcohol at the party and everyone, (that was of legal age) got really drunk. It was a lot of fun, with everyone having a great time, but it got to the point that people started to pass out. Fortunately, both families had a minor that could drive the family home so they could sleep it off in their own beds.
After everyone had left, while I was cleaning up, my door bell rang, "I wonder who that is," I said to myself. I walked to the front door and opened it and saw Taylor, one of the minors to drive her family home. I said, "Hi Taylor, did you forget something?"
Taylor said, "Oh no Mrs. P., I came back here to help you clean up the mess we made."
I said, "Oh Taylor, you didn't have to come back here to help, you need to go home, it's late."
Taylor said, "It's okay Mrs. P., I want to help you."
I said, "Well okay, I'm still a bit drunk and could use some help, thank you."
Taylor said, "Good, I'll gather up all the glasses and bottles that are scattered around your house."
I said, "I'll start rinsing off the dishes and put them in the dishwasher," as I sort of stumbled into the kitchen.
After Taylor had thrown out the bottles and cans, she brought the glasses into the kitchen and put them on the counter next to the sink where I was rinsing off the dishes.
Taylor saw that I was struggling a bit with my drunkenness. Taylor said, "Let me help you with those dishes."
Taylor got a sponge and stood next to me and started rinsing the dirty dishes that were piled up in the sink. Once Taylor had rinsed the dish, she reached across my chest to set it down. Every time Taylor reached across, she brushed her arm against my boobs. I didn't think anything of it, plus being drunk, I didn't even notice anything different. Taylor kept brushing against me, and at one moment, I was about to lose my balance so Taylor dropped the sponge and got behind me grabbed me around my torso to keep me upright. Taylor's hands ended up on my tits.
I slurred, "Taylor, your hands are on my breasts."
