Jealous school teacher hires a hot airhead to seduce her husband and get him to stay.
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My first name is Rochelle, but my students call me ‘Madame Anderson’. I only teach French three days a week and occasionally substitute for the English department. My family is quite well off and we don’t need to work, but I enjoy helping young minds develop and blossom. My husband Gerald used to be a history professor and volunteers as an archivist at a museum to occupy his time.
He loves ships and the ocean but jokes that I get seasick looking at a fishbowl. It’s not far from the truth. I’m a good swimmer, but even going in the deep end of our backyard pool makes me a little uncomfortable.
I was confident he hadn’t cheated yet, but there were signs he was tempted. I often noticed him looking at other women. Most of them were younger and blonder women. I usually wanted to make love about three nights a week, but lately we were down to once, usually on Tuesday night.
He had started bringing his tablet to the bathroom with him, probably to watch porn. I knew I had to do something when he bought an expensive new sportscar and started working out at a gym. We’d been married 17 years and I still loved him. I also knew our son Jonathan would be devastated if his father and I ever separated.
I figured that if I gave Gerald somebody pretty but underwhelming intellectually, he’d be satisfied in bed but still need me as a companion and partner. I planned to make a deal with him. Our handsome and muscular gardener Antonio had lost his wife recently. I’d noticed him glancing at my body while I laid by the pool and he worked in the back yard. If I could get private time with him occasionally, I’d be fine with my husband having some extra-marital fun too.
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It was nearly one o'clock on a Saturday afternoon. I sat at a table outside a restaurant, watching some birds in the park nearby as I took small sips of my coffee. When Chloe arrived twenty minutes late, she was dressed even more scantily than she typically was at school.
I was disappointed to see her puffing on a cigarette as she approached. A few steps from me, she crushed it out with one of her dangerously high black heels. She had put on even more makeup than usual. With her long blonde hair, hourglass figure, and pretty blue eyes she didn’t need it. Wearing only black pumps, black and red short-shorts, and a red bikini top; I was sure she got even more male attention than she wanted. Her image screamed, “HORNY SLUT!”
“Hi, Mrs. Anderson!”
“Hello, Chloe.”
A young waiter hurried over as she sat. He smiled as he asked her, “What will you have to drink? Would you like a menu?” I was slightly jealous, since he’d made me wait a few minutes when I got there.
“Coffee with sugar and lots of cream.” I could see him start to blush when she mentioned ‘lots of cream’.
He gulped and said, “I’ll be right back.”
As she took her first sip I said, “I have your record right here, Chloe. Please let me know if any of this is in error. You have been held back a grade twice. You are only a high school Junior and just turned 19. Your 17-year-old sister is a year ahead of you. You’ll graduate when you’re 21, if you’re lucky. Is that right?” I thought keeping her in school any longer would just be a waste of resources.
She squirmed in her seat. “Well, um… yeah, but…”
“I don’t have the marks for your other classes handy but in French and English, your average grades are a D and a C minus. You’ve been disciplined a total of five times for inappropriate wardrobe and smoking on school grounds.”
“The last time wasn’t my fault…”
“You also come from a single-parent household and have four siblings your mother can barely support. Correct?”
She was nearly in tears. “I… I…”
“I’m not out to cause problems or hurt your feelings. I want to help you. I know of a job that might be perfect for you.”
“A job?”
“You won’t need a diploma or good grades. Housing, meals, clothing, and so-on will be provided for you. How does that sound so far?”
“But, um… I don’t think I want to go in the Army. I don’t know much about guns and I’m not brave or anything.”
I chuckled. “No, it’s MUCH better than joining the Army. You must have a lot of experience housekeeping, right?”
“Yeah, with a baby brother and three little sisters. I can cook, do laundry, and wash dishes, and stuff.”
“Good. I’ll give you the particulars after lunch. Let’s look at our menus and order, my treat.”
I saw a mouthwatering picture of a steak sandwich but behaved myself and ordered a chef salad.
She made me jealous again by ordering a bacon cheeseburger, fries, and cherry pie for dessert. It felt quite unfair she had a great body but ate high-calorie crap like that. I needed to choose meals carefully and work out three times a week.
Halfway through lunch she lit a cigarette and some of the smoke blew in my face. My husband and I had quit smoking long ago. It stung my eyes a little, but I liked the smell in an odd way and had a mild craving.
After lunch I led her to a room at the hotel across the street. I sat in the desk chair and motioned toward the bed.
I told her, “Before I can give you details about the job, I have to be sure you’re the right girl.” I held up my phone and said, “For two hundred dollars, will let me record you stripping and masturbating ‘til you finish?”
“I uh… I need the money, but…”
“My husband will be the only one who sees the video. I’ll delete it once he watches.”
“Um…”
“How about five hundred?”
She nervously agreed, “I uh… okay.” She anxiously removed the small amount she wore and tried to cover her pelvic area and breasts with her hands.
I commented, “Nice, very nice indeed. Move your hands so I can get some close-ups. Turn around slowly.”
Her face quickly reddened as I recorded her rounded bottom, firm midsize breasts, and pink vulva. I’d experimented with another girl in high school and found I mostly preferred men, but she was GORGEOUS. Her skin was totally smooth, with no tattoos or wrinkles anywhere. Her long golden curls draped down to the bottom of her almost perfectly round boobs. She would have been more attractive without the excessive makeup, but her face was still pretty.
I told her, “Good, Chloe. Now lay down and Jill off.”
She climbed on the bed and laid on her back. As she moved a hand to the thin blonde hair between her legs, she said, “I’m so embarrassed! Could you look away, please?”
“All right.” I leaned my phone on the desk lamp and checked that it was pointing toward her. I turned my chair around and listened to her moans for several minutes, then a few grunts as she climaxed. I was surprised to feel a little aroused myself.
As she dressed she asked, “So what’s the job? Porn movies? I don’t know if I want lots of people seeing me naked. If my mom ever found out…”
“Not porn. I had to know if you’re willing to do sexy things for money. If you accept the housekeeper job I’m offering, your main duties will include cleaning, making meals, and keeping an eye on my son. Sometimes you’ll entertain my husband Gerald, a very nice but older man. You won’t be allowed to have other boyfriends. You’ll drop out of school Monday morning and move into my guesthouse. If you…”
She interrupted, “Older like a little older, or like ugly and REALLY old?”
I held up my phone and showed her half a dozen pictures. “Here he is.”
“Well, he’s pretty old but still kind of handsome.” She had irritated me yet again. Gerald was a month younger than I.
“If you’ll do it for a whole year, you and your mother will get new cars. The mortgage on her house will be paid off if you keep him happy for five years. You’ll get free room and board, a salary of three thousand a month, plus I’ll send your mother two thousand a month to help her out. Your portion could increase up to eight thousand monthly depending on how happy my husband is with your…” I looked toward her crotch. “…performance. Agreed?”
“WOW! So… ah… five grand a month! And maybe ten!”
I nodded and had a snarky thought, ‘It took her a while, but at least she can add two plus three and two plus eight without using her fingers.’
She continued, “That’s a lot! The job is being a housekeeper and ah… what, exactly?”
She was quite a dim bulb, so I made it even more clear for her. “Chloe, I want you to sleep with my husband.”
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Further chapters will be published over the next two weeks.
A comment for this story on another site said, "It was going kinda slow, then chapters 4 and 5 were more exciting. In chapter 6, just 'BOOM!' Has a hilarious surprise ending."