This is the second chapter in the story. Please read chapter one, if you haven't already.
Enjoy.
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I woke up naked in a strange bedroom and jumped out of bed before I remembered where I was. This was Miss S's flat, and I was in her guest room. The events of the previous night swept into my mind. It hadn't been a dream, it had really happened. I had fucked my former geography teacher. And, it turned out, she was a little kinky.
We had started on the sofa in her living room before moving to the terrace. We had fucked each other out in the open, in the middle of a rain storm. My cock started twitching to life as I remembered her giant tits, the taste of her cunt, and the amazing blowjob she gave me.
After our amazing session, when we came back downstairs, I started walking to her bedroom but she had stopped me.
"No," she had said politely. "My husband and I sleep there. You and I will sleep in the guest room tonight."
So, here I was, naked and with a bad case of morning wood. Better get myself sorted out before things get out of hand, I thought.
I walked into the bathroom. There was a post-it note on the mirror.
You can brush your teeth with this
. There was a small arrow pointing down to a plastic covered toothbrush with "Hilton" written on it. She was still being an impeccable hostess.
After brushing my teeth, I looked at my clothes. They were wet from last night's run from the car into Miss S's apartment building. I wandered back to the bedroom. Outside the window, it was still raining. Not as much as last night, but still pretty heavily. It was impossible to tell what time it was. Where did I put my phone last night? I had been distracted at the sight of Miss S's bra-clad tits when we came in from the rain.
Folded on the dresser were the shorts and t-shirts Miss S had given me last night. Her husband's shorts and t-shirt, as she had pointed out after I had eaten her out. The shorts were still slightly stained with pre-cum. I put them on and walked out into the dining area.
"Good morning, lazy boy," Miss S said. "Sleep well?" She was sitting at the dining table, dressed in a t-shirt and yoga pants and a long loose grey sweater or wrap of some kind. Because of the wrap, I couldn't get a good look at her body. She was reading the book she had bought yesterday evening at the book launch. The room smelled of coffee
"Good morning," I replied as I sat down across from her. "Slept like a log. What time is it?"
"Ten past eight."
"Oh, not that late."
"Speak for yourself, I've been up since 5:45."
"Why?"
"At my age, you get up at the same time everyday. Finished my yoga and started reading this awful thing," she said, gesturing at the book.
"Is it as bad as we thought."
"Worse," she said. She placed a bookmark, closed the book and stood up. "I just boiled some milk. Would you like a coffee?"
"Yes, please. No sugar."
Miss S got up, wrapped her sweater around herself and disappeared into the kitchen. I tried to get a peek at her backside, but was foiled by the wrap again.
I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room. There was a small purple yoga mat in the middle of the living area. The whiskey glasses and towels from last night had been cleared away. There was no evidence of our session from last night.
"Did you find the toothbrush?" she asked from the kitchen.
"Yes, thank you." I detected a curt edge to her voice and my stomach suddenly started knotting up. We had only started going at it last night after downing a couple of glasses of whiskey. I had no idea how she was feeling right now. Were there any regrets?
To distract myself, I opened up the book started flipping through the pages. She had penciled in comments and annotations. They were not complimentary.
"Do you always mark up the books you read?" I asked.
"Force of habit," she replied, returning from the kitchen with two steel tumblers. She sat down and placed the coffees on the table. "So," she said taking a sip. "We need to talk about last night."
I put the book down, carefully replacing the book mark, and picked up the coffee. "Yes," I said. "We should probably talk about last night."
"I'm a happily married woman. Old enough to be your mother."
"Just barely."
"Don't interrupt your teacher," she said. I could see from the twinkle in her eyes that she wasn't being entirely serious. But her voice and body language were quite somber. "I'm
barely
old enough to be your mother. You cannot tell anyone what happened last night. It's between you and me."
"Yes," I said. I took a sip of my coffee. This was not going too well. I had never had slept with a married woman before, and all of this was very new to me. The knots in my stomach tightened. I ran my finger around the rim of the coffee tumbler.
"Last night was a fun distraction. Nothing more. If I hear anything, a single rumour, I will deny it ever happened. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"I prefer my liaisons to be discreet."
Liaisons? That was interesting. There was an opening there. How many 'liaisons' had she had? Did her husband know about them?
"Miss S," I said, pausing to take a sip of coffee. "Last night wasn't just fun. It was amazing. If you want it to be a one night thing that nobody hears about, I'm happy to comply. However, if you are looking for some more discreet fun, I'd be more than happy to be a part of that."
Miss S sipped her coffee and stared at me for a moment, but it felt like an hour.
"There need to be some rules," she said.
"Okay."
"I will initiate any and all further interactions. You will not contact or call me unless I tell you to. I can't have you interrupting my life. Madras can be a very small town, and I don't want any tongues wagging."
"I understand."
"If you, or I, start seeing other people, then this will have to stop."
"Yes."
"This is just fun. Light and fun. Nothing serious. I am not looking for any sort of relationship."
"Neither am I."
"You cannot tell a soul. This has to be our secret."
"Yes." I was surprised by how matter-of-fact she was being about this whole thing. Having never been "the other man" in a relationship with a married woman before, I had no idea how they were... administered. That's really what this felt like, an administered agreement.
"Do you have anything to add?" she asked.
"I think that covers everything." I paused before taking the bulls by the horn. "Well, everything except your husband."
"Anand and I have an understanding. I'm allowed to see other men, as long as it is on the down low, and purely physical. In return, he's allowed to see other men as well."
I raised my eyebrows. I had heard rumours, Madras can be a very small town, but I hadn't given them a second thought. Until now, that is. "So you have..." I paused, searching for the term. "You have an open arrangement?"
"Yes. Does that cover everything?"
"I think it does. Do we need to sign a contract?" I said, trying to lighten up the mood.
"No, I think a handshake will suffice."
