Chapter Eight: The Queen Of Clubs
Tamara's plan had worked, just as she had hoped, Sheryl had been enthralled by Jack. She stayed in bed with him all of the snow bound Sunday morning after the shopping, seduction and sex of the previous day. They fucked several times before Tamara joined them. She sent Jack to prepare brunch whilst she and Sheryl indulged in mutual fondling and fingering, which inevitably ended with them eating each other's pussies; muffled orgasmic squeals and groans escaped from mouths full of cunt.
Over lunch, the three lovers set out the boundaries of their relationships. Jack and Sheryl were to see each other, discretely, about once a fortnight and Tamara might occasionally join them or see Sheryl alone. Sheryl went home in the mid afternoon before it got dark, there was still snow and ice on the roads, so Jack followed her just in case she needed assistance.
She invited him in just long enough for him to fuck her from behind, bent over her dining table, with her skirt around her hips. Her heeled knee length boots, stockings and suspenders had Jack hugely aroused, he soon felt his come surging through the shaft of his erect cock to coat the walls of her cunt. Sheryl kept pace with him by using her right hand to finger herself, she came hard. When he returned home, Tamara gave him a knowing smile and expressed the hope that Sheryl had left him with enough 'energy' to satisfy her later on.
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The first school governors' meeting of the Spring term took place on a Tuesday evening in the last week of January 1999. As well as the usual attendees, the meeting was watched by two 'unofficial' observers. Tamara's car was being serviced, so Jack had given her a lift to work and picked her up again in the evening. He had to work later than usual and didn't get to the school until after 7.30pm.
Jack knew where Tamara's office was so he went up to let her know he had arrived.
"Oh hi honey, let me just put these files away and I'll be with you. Good day at work?"
"Long one, I'm looking forward to us opening a bottle and getting cosy."
"Easy tiger, we've got to eat first, let's pick something quick up, or do you prefer the pub?"
"Good idea, let's go to the pub, the grub's okay there."
Tamara put her coat on. She was wearing a red, polo necked, tight fitting jumper, black knee length skirt skirt that was cut on the bias, a black six strap suspender belt, barely black stockings and four inch black heels. Jack thought she looked ravishing as usual.
They walked along the corridor past the library and saw, through the glass doors, that there was a governing body meeting in session. Tamara could see Miriam looking very, professional and sophisticated in an expensive grey skirt suit, pale blue shirt and black high heeled court shoes.
"There she is Jack, doesn't she look sexy and supremely assured?"
"Yeah, I can see the attraction."
In one corner of the library, there was a half glass cubicle office, which could also be accessed from the corridor. Shelves full of books stood in front of the glass windows, so it wasn't possible to see inside from the library, but Tamara knew that it was possible to see into the library from the office, by peering through the bookshelves. The door into the cubicle office from the library was closed.
"In here," gestured Tamara, "but be very quiet, close the door carefully," she said in a whisper.
From their vantage point, Tamara and Jack could see Miriam clearly, sitting at the head of a long set of tables. Voices were muffled, so they could only sense the tone of what was being said, rather that the content. Miriam looked almost regal, her body language was confident and professional as she commanded the whole room. Tamara was turned on by her. Jack stood behind Tamara and caressed her buttocks under her coat; she became even more aroused and gave a soft moan as he lifted her skirt and pushed two fingers inside her panty gusset from behind as she bent over slightly to look through the bookshelves.
"Is she turning you on?"
"God yes, and so are you, you bastard."
"Would you like to fuck her?"
"Fuck yes, she's so in control and assertive. Look at those gorgeous long legs, I'd love to feel her breasts... get my hand up her skirt and my fingers inside her panties; make her dance to my tune."
Jack was massaging Tamara's clitoris as he spoke and she was becoming very aroused, "Then you'd push her skirt up and get her on her back and pull her panties off to reveal her pussy. How would you like her high heeled legs wrapped around your waist while you fucked her with your strap on?"
This tipped Tamara over the edge.
"Ohh, fuck Jack, I'd love that. I'd love to make her beg for it. Ohhh! Jack, oh God, ohhh, I'd love it, oh fuck, I'm coming, ohh, you know I'd love to dominate her you bastard," whispered Tamara as she came.
Jack's cock was bursting but they could hear footsteps, and keys jangling in the corridor. They decided it was too risky push their luck any further. They smiled and said hello to the caretaker on the way out. As Jack drove them home, Tamara unzipped his fly and kept him hard until he took a diversion along a quiet lane and pulled into a secluded gateway. She sucked him off, his semen coating the back of her throat.
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Two days had passed since the governors' meeting, Tamara lived in hope that, the next time she saw Miriam in school, she'd be able to determine whether or not there was any prospect of being seduced by her. But today, she had other things on her mind. She had managed to acquire Ben's mobile phone number. For the past few months, since she seduced him at his parents party, she had fantasised about being fucked by him in her car somewhere local and daring. She texted him during morning break.
"Hi Ben, it's Tamara, are you still at a loose end?"
"How do you mean?"
"Are you available if I need some urgent work doing?"
"Yes, is it special private work?"
"Yes, you could say that, I've got a gap in my... schedule that needs filling."
"I still dream about the last time I filled your schedule."
"Can I meet you at the village hall tomorrow night at ten?"
"Ten, you sure?"
"Yes ten, but make sure no one sees you."
"Okay yes, see you then."
The village hall was about a quarter of a mile from Tamara's house, usually an easy walk but she wasn't dressed for walking. Jack had a key to the hall, he had acquired it somehow as part of his role on the local parish council. The hall was well used and considerably warmer than the car on a freezing January night. Tamara knew that the Friday evening yoga class finished at nine thirty and the hall would be vacated by nine forty five.
She dressed for sex, wearing only a six strap suspender belt, black fish net stockings and black five inch heels; her bra and panties had been left in her drawer. Over these sparse garments she wore a stylish mid-grey mackintosh, with the collar up, and a tie belt. Jack wished her happy fucking as she deliberately flashed her stockings tops at him whilst swinging her legs into the driver's footwell. It was dark and cold as she pulled off the driveway.
As she pulled up outside the village hall she could see a figure lurking in the shadows of the porch way. With some relief she recognised Ben as he stepped into the sodium glow cast by the streetlight. Ben was wearing jeans and a jumper with a warm jacket, his heavy one day old beard growth made him look even more desirable to Tamara.