Pam Robinson - lady in the streets but a freak in the bed, prim and proper 3rd grade teacher, a true 50 year old former MILF evolving into a Cougar, has ensnared a 23 year-old African-American student teacher (Tyresse) from the local community college in a quid pro quo.
She's helping his career while he repays her Cougar mentality with his submission, happening just as Mr. Robinson (John) gets a promotion that takes him away from the house and away from his hyper sexual wife.
She has just seduced Tyresse, filling out bad reviews and emails asserting he came onto her, ready to send. Tyresse has pulled out of her limp body, left her house in hopes to have a normal Saturday night.
He was wrong.
Read Chapters 1-3 to get the background and how we have arrived in this moment.
Pam Robinson sat in their hot tub, the warmer than usual February lent to more time in one of her favorite spots. Naked since mid-afternoon after her student teacher Tyresse filled her cunt with his mammoth cock and multiple spurts of cum.
Six o'clock her time, and 7 o'clock where husband John was training as a firefighter out east, she let him see her naked in the hot tub after he got off to her fingering herself earlier while Tyresse was working on his lessons.
"I may go out and get me my big black stud tonight," she said to John calling him at dinner time, tipsy from drinking all afternoon, making reference to a discussion they had celebrating their birthdays in Nashville.
"Just tell me what you want when I get back next Saturday..." John said, trying to get her off the phone.
"Your dick up my ass, baby," she giggled and turned her naked cheeks to him, plunging her fingers deep in her cunt and one in her hole.
"We're heading out for dinner...you want me to call before I go to sleep?" John asked, sensing she might need more.
"Nah, I'll be in bed...you've gotten me of good...in my mind...today, anyway." Pam said, needing more but not from him thousands of miles away. "Luv ya!"
She meant every word, her pussy throbbing from the big black stud's cock, she wanted to tell John who seemed very into the thought a month ago. He revealed he'd like to watch but didn't enter the conversation when brought up and now with him being gone in his mind the timing wasn't right.
In nearly 30 years of marriage she'd never stepped out on him, the rational of their discussion in Nashville and her anger that he was away so long fueled her as she plotted for her next interlude with Tyresse.
Pam left the hot tub and showered a long time.
The warm water half-sobered her up, standing letting the water drip before drying off then laying on the bed for a 30 minute nap.
When she awoke from the deep sleep her hair was up in the towel, sitting up she unwrapped the towel, combed her hair and began to redo her makeup. She had ordered a semi-casual dress from Old Navy that arrived yesterday, a light print, it had a skort bottom and a bra that brought peoples eyes to her minimal cleavage.
She finished getting ready and moved to the deck, having a tea for clarity, opened her phone to Life360 to find Tyresse.
Earlier that week while he was teaching the class, after getting up after being on his phone, Mrs. Robinson picked the phone up before it locked her out. Pam Robinson added the app 360 then added him to her group so she could see where he was at all times, giving all the permissions and making sure it didn't notify him of anything.
"Perfect!" she exclaimed, now switching to her Uber app and scheduling a ride down to "The Strip". The series of bars where 20-30 somethings go on weekends, college aged to those newly married. There were "hipsters" down there, people in their 40s through 60s that liked to pretend they still "had it" so she would blend in nicely.
"I still have it," Pam said looking at herself in the mirror, her skirt swirling as she pivoted left and right before heading to her ride.
She was flirty with the older Uber driver, giddy with the freedom, the fulfillment of having such a viral young man at her mercy. She had always felt alive having John submit to her, even just playing and during those times, but secretly wished there were real stakes involved.
"Dragon's Lair please" she said, having gotten in and just said 'take me to The Strip'. "Thanks! I'll be sure to tip you well!"
The 360 app put him inside and she had to get in line with all of the youngsters, it was 9 p.m. and the scene was buzzing from mid-terms getting over that week. At least 2/3rds of those standing in line she could have had in elementary school when she started. It was a big suburb and while she might rub elbows with former students, more likely to rub elbows with a parent of current kids in 3rd grade.
She had a her stories lined up in case she ran into friends, colleagues, former parents or former students. John was at another bar, she got bored and was looking for a couple friends. Her goal was to just make Tyresse uncomfortable and see what happened, hopefully getting him back to her house.
She did text John she was going 'dancing' with some of the younger teachers, she was on 360 as well and he would check. Pam had done that several times when he off at EMT training several years ago.
"Ok" he replied and it was her turn to go in, getting waved past the bouncer without paying a cover charge. She squeezed towards the bar and immediately a sharp looking 30 something saw her hand up for a drink.
"What you having?" the tall, blonde, muscular man said.
"Tanguary and Tonic please," she said, flashing a smile and turning her shoulders show him her petite and thin frame.
"Trent Forster," he said, extending his hand to shake.
"Pam Norton," she said, giving an alias. "Thanks!"
She looked up through her top eyebrows sucking on the straw, getting a good dose of gin to her system. She located Tyresse just panning the dance floor area, he was surrounded by several men and women his age.
She chatted with the sharp dressed, good looking young man. Trent told her about his new job and asked her about herself.
"I've got kids getting close to your age," she said, leaning into him a little bit as they walked towards the rail around the dance floor.
"You don't look it," He said, receiving the body contact well, returning it a little. "My mother let herself go at 40...it's kinda sad."
"Too much life to live," Pam said, seeing Tyresse getting friendly with a young African-American woman, sort of positioning themselves sitting away from the original group. Pam saw the restrooms behind where they were sitting. "Hey, wait here Trent...I need to use the bathroom...two more please"
She threw a 20 dollar bill on the server's tray and pointed to her drink and Trent's. He smiled big, she went around the dance floor and walked by Tyresse's group. Her hips swayed back and forth, she was intentional about walking right by the young woman he was talking to sitting down.
Pam pivoted her head to look at him, smiling and moving on. He gave her a scowl and the young woman looked at him, and then at Pam.
"Who's that?"
"Dunno...she gave me the stink-eye"
Pam did her thing in the bathroom and leaving the stall and was immediately approached by the young woman sitting with Tyresse.