The man sat on the edge of the bed. He was slouched over, and lost in thought.
Elena watched his bare back, her pussy raw from the fucking she'd just received. She guessed that he was thinking about that too.
She shifted to let him know that she was awake. He turned to look at her, his eyes taking in her lithe naked body. The lust was unmistakable and Elena wondered if the older man had enough left in him to have another go.
He reached over to give one of her tits a squeeze and Elena shivered when she saw the silver ring on his finger.
It was the only reason that they were here, in this cheap hotel, this Sunday morning. Elena certainly wouldn't have been attracted to him if he weren't married. He was too ordinary looking, not ugly but he was short and a little stocky.
But Mr Maguire was married and so Elena had spent the last year of Sixth Form teasing him in little ways. She'd taken to undoing the top buttons of her blouse and sitting close to the front in all of his classes. It had just been a bit of fun; God knows that Elena was seriously sexually active and not wanting for any willing partners.
All year he'd never made a move but she'd known that he'd noticed her. God, the way that he'd looked at her. It was hard for any man not to notice Elena, with her teenage body, her tits big for a girl her age and the way she walked, exuding sexual experience. Now her exam results had been posted and she was leaving the school for good.
Last night had been the Leaver's Party and Elena had decided to make her move. Mr Maguire had taken very little seducing, if truth were told Elena wished he'd held out a little longer. Some men are just waiting for someone else to take the initiative.
Now his hand was gently caressing the inside of her thigh but Elena was getting bored.
"What will you tell your wife?" She asked.
Clearly he'd forgotten all about her, judging from his startled and guilty expression.
"Oh Jesus...." He muttered, pulling his hand away as if her pale skin had just scorched him. " I better go... I..."
She watched as he pulled on his trousers and located his shirt.
He was fastening his watch to his wrist when he looked at her. "Last night was...," He seemed unsure of the word he was looking for. "...amazing...but wrong.... I've never cheated on Joy before...and you're a student..."
The full realization of what he'd done was beginning to hit him.
"It's okay Mr Maguire..."
"I don't know what I was thinking." He was beginning to look abject.
"You were thinking with your dick and wondering what my fresh pussy would feel like sunk down on it." Elena reasoned.
" Can I...did you want to...again...another time?" Her teacher stammered.
Elena smirked. She'd been waiting for that. Last night they'd done things that he'd probably never even thought of, let alone done with his wife....
"Sorry, Mr Maguire. I'm going to America next week on a year out before University. You'll just have to wank yourself off to the memories of last night whenever you get the horn." She said it unkindly and he must have realized the contempt she felt for him.
A weak man, idling along at life, jumping on the first piece of excitement that offered itself to him.
"You won't tell anyone..." He started but Elena shook her head, eyes wide with condescension.
She mimed a yawn and waved him away.
He left without another word.
Elena didn't feel any guilt about what she had done and she didn't care what happened to Mr Maguire when his wife asked him where he'd spent the night.
For as long as she could remember she'd been aroused by men who were taken. Her first sexual crush had been over her older sister's boyfriend, Pete. She'd been too young, at 14, to do anything about it but she still thought about him from time to time.
As she got older her attraction got stronger. She'd walk down the street checking out all the men and their left hands. She'd see couples kissing and imagine herself breaking them up.
For a long time she'd thought that something was wrong with her. That it was wrong to lust over men just because they were in relationships, in love and committed to someone else. Sure she knew people cheated on their partners, had one night stands and so on but her desire went so much deeper than that.
She'd fooled around with boys, had boyfriends even but they did nothing for her. She'd been too scared to act upon her true fantasies and had been afraid that she'd live her whole life unfulfilled.
Then, about a year ago, she'd met Larry, who worked at her dad's firm. He was gorgeous and, more importantly, married. Unable to help herself Elena had set out to seduce him.
Just 17 and naive her attempts were childish and clumsy. Larry turned her down flat and told his wife.
Elena had thought that she was going to die. She sank into a terrible teenage depression and her whole personality changed. Previously outgoing and bright, she stopped seeing her friends and her schoolwork began to suffer.
Her parents, unaware of the reason for the sudden change in their daughter, sent her to a psychiatrist, called Dr Rosenberg. He was an old grandfatherly man and seemed very kind and patient. He was also very good at listening. Elena didn't tell Dr Rosenberg what happened with Larry for their first few sessions but Rosenberg, with time, got Elena to trust him. He ensured her that everything she said was in confidence and reassured her that he was not there to judge her.
She told him about Larry and then she told him about her need to bed married men.
Dr Rosenberg told Elena that the name for her sexual fetish was jezebelism and was more common amongst women than many people knew. He felt confident that with time and work, her sexual impulses could be redirected into a more healthy form of expression.
Elena knew, deep down, that she didn't want to change her nature or sexual preference. When she told this to Rosenberg he broke his promise to be non-judgmental, warning her that the life of a jezebelist was immoral, that women should not go out into the world looking for married men to tempt into adultery. Elena had despised the doctor from that day since, but was grateful to him for at least identifying her condition. The fact it had a name encouraged her. It meant that there were others out there like her. She had thought she was the only one.
She searched for literature on the subject but there was surprisingly little. She secretly bought movies or books that contained adultery as a subject matter. She put her fantasies into words and posted them on erotic fiction websites. Eventually, just after Elena turned 18, she got round to seducing her first man, her older sister's latest boyfriend. Fucking him had been everything she'd been hoping for and more, because she hadn't realized the thrill she'd get every time she saw her sister and her lover together.
About six months ago Elena received an email. Her online postings and searches had not gone unnoticed. An organization of women just like her wanted her to join their ranks.
After a series of excitingly cloak and dagger meetings with one of her new Sisters Elena was quickly inducted into the secret Jezebelist Society. It was like a support group full of proud home wreckers and wanton sluts. Elena's local chapter met once a month to swap stories and advice.
With the society's help she'd learned the power of her pussy to push men into infidelity, any man with a wife or a girlfriend was her prey.
Mr Maguire was just the latest conquest.
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Elena left the hotel and caught the bus home.
Both her parents were home and she was forced to suffer the obligatory chat about the party, who'd been there, who'd gone back to Dee's house afterwards etc.
Elena didn't feel bad about lying to her folks. She'd been doing it for years. It was better that way. She didn't think that they'd appreciate the fact that their daughter was a dirty little slut.
As soon as she was able she made an excuse and raced up to her room.
Elena pulled out her laptop and logged on.
She accessed the Jezebelist's secret website, one that Google would never direct anyone to.
