Author's note: For those readers not familiar with the saying that is the title to this story, Ploughing One's Own Furrow means doing something in one's own particular way. This is the version of the story related in my other work, entitled 'I'm a Toy Boy to a Hot Wife MILF...", but this version is written from my perspective. My young lover has seen a draft, and approves of it*. I hope my loyal band of followers approve too. I am obliged to state that all sex described in this story is consensual, and takes place between adults aged at least eighteen years old. Please consider using the star scoring system, and as usual, all constructive comments are welcome.
*Sadly, my young lover has moved on, but he has given me his blessing to submit this, and the version, written from his perspective, for publication.
Easter was fast approaching, and that meant a two week break from my day job as the deputy head teacher in my local village primary school. I say 'day job', because in reality, my real interest is in my role as a Hot Wife, a role which my cuckold, Richard, fully supports. We have been living this lifestyle for all but two of our thirty-odd years of marriage, and we both love it. Unfortunately, both our day jobs get in the way, as it really isn't the done thing to broadcast the fact that a village school ma'am fucks men (and women, sometimes) in front of her husband, who then cleans her up, eating cream pie with relish. We also keep secret the fact that Richard is in permanent chastity, and is released only on Saturday afternoons, for cleaning and milking purposes. I enjoy plenty of sex, but Richard hasn't put his little boy's cock in me for almost thirty years. This is a story relating to how I met my current boyfriend - a very virile young man, who definitely appreciates the charms of a woman old enough to be his mother! It all started, as I said at the beginning, just before Easter, and it was very convenient, because at the time I had found myself 'between lovers'; a situation all too familiar to any Hot Wife.
Our local library had arranged an exhibition of images of worldwide Easter traditions, and on the opening evening, the council had decided that it would be a good idea to invite a local school choir along, to boost numbers (children's school choirs always come with mams and dads and grandparents too) and to sing a few songs before the speeches, and whilst people looked at the exhibition. My school choir was chosen, which meant that I was obliged to go along. As well as being deputy head, I am also responsible for music throughout the school.
We practised our repertoire in school for a few weeks, and on the day of the exhibition, I took the school choir, and our choir mistress and conductor, Miss Evans, along to the library for a rehearsal. The children were very excited to be out of school, and on the bus on the way to the library, I laid down the law.
"You are representing our school," I told them sternly. "You all know the words, and you sound wonderful. I expect good behaviour from you all this afternoon, and when we all meet up again tonight. Does anyone have any suggestions?"
Andrew Thomas put his hand up, his mischievous face wreathed in a huge grin.
"Sensible questions, Andrew," I cautioned him, and he put his hand down. Everyone laughed, and I returned to my seat alongside Marion Evans, who is a valued colleague, a brilliant teacher, and a very much out-of-the-closet lesbian. She had no clue that I quite fancied her, but even if she had, I knew that she was devoted to her wife, Julia, and would never countenance 'playing away'.
I was still wondering what it would be like to fuck Marion when we arrived at the library. I counted the children off the bus and Marion led them into the big, quiet building. Our driver, David, who is a good friend of the school, and who usually drives us when we go on a trip, carried the school keyboard into the library for me. I carried the suit I would be wearing that evening in a suit carrier. It was too far for me to contemplate going home through town and getting back to the library in time for the concert. We were met by the librarian, and immediately all thoughts of lesbian sex evaporated.
Jacob Phillips introduced himself to Marion and me. When we shook hands, I experienced the feeling I often get when I meet someone that I think could eventually become a lover. Our hands clasped and I immediately felt a tingle in my clit. Could I seduce this young man? I thought to myself. Then, to my delight, I noticed he had a bulge in his trousers. He had a hard on! If it was because of Marion, he was in for one hell of a disappointment, but if it was for me, then I was determined to do something about it!
I noticed that he seemed to be inhaling slowly and very deeply, and it suddenly struck me that he'd worked out that my scent was due to the aromatic tobacco I favour when I smoke my pipe. Richard has a huge smoking fetish, and I wondered if Jacob was turned on by women who smoke too. The bulge in his trousers certainly suggested so, and I wondered how I could manufacture a scenario whereby I could let him see me smoking, and test my theory. I don't smoke in school, which like many public buildings these days, is a smoke free area.
As Marion organised the children into their rows, I sat down at the keyboard and arranged my music into the order that we would be singing. To my delight, Jacob hung about, and I was suddenly aware of a lovely damp sensation in my knickers. The hunt was on!
The rehearsal went very well. The children sounded sweet and when Marion was satisfied that she'd gone over everything that she needed, she dismissed the children, and they sat around quietly, waiting to be collected by their parents and/or grandparents. I'd informed them all that the children would need to be collected from the library, and brought back to the library to perform at half past six at the latest.
Most of the children had gone when Julia turned up to take Marion home. I've met her before, of course, and whilst I harbour secret thoughts about fucking Marion, Julia doesn't hold any attraction for me at all. Unlike her wife, who is a pretty, girly, lipstick lesbian, Julia is much more butch. I couldn't possibly know, of course, but in my own mind I had no doubt who wore the strap on in their house!
When the last of my children had been picked up, I checked that the keyboard was safe to be left in situ, and informed Jacob that I was off for something to eat, and that I'd be back by six o'clock. I asked if anyone would be around to open the library for me, because I'd need somewhere to change.
"I'm on duty tonight," he informed me. "I was thinking of going for a bite to eat myself. Would you care to accompany me? I find that the deli is very convenient, and they do quick and tasty snacks, and their coffee is the best in the village."
We strolled to the deli together, and I took Jacob's arm as we walked the short distance. He didn't protest, but mentioned that he hoped that my husband wouldn't be too upset at his wife being seen in public with a young man.
"He won't mind," I reassured Jacob. "He knows my needs, and he respects them."
That shut him up! We sat down at one of the deli's outdoor tables and Mrs. Ellis, the owner came up, and we chatted for a while about her twins, whom I'd taught many years ago. She promised to tell Rebecca, her daughter, that she'd seen me, when she next spoke to her.
Mrs. Ellis left Jacob and I to go and serve someone else, and there was an awkward silence.He mentioned something about my having taught so many children, and I saw my opportunity, and told him to call me Olwen, as his constant referring to me as 'Mrs. Simpson' did indeed make me feel old.
Jacob's hand was on the table, and I put my own hand over his.
"I couldn't help noticing that lovely looking bulge in your trousers earlier," I said softly. "If you are really interested, you could have me later on."
His face was a picture. He blushed the deepest shade of red I'd ever seen, and stammered,
"Bu...but you're married. What would your husband say if he ever found out? He'd probably want to beat the crap out of me!"
I took my mobile phone out of my handbag and put it on the table. Whilst I dialled Richard's number, I mentioned to Jacob that he hadn't refused my offer of sex. He blushed again, and was about to speak when Richard answered the phone. It was on speakerphone, so Jacob could hear him.
