Teaching Hubby's Mistress - chapter 1 of 8 - Sex Stories

Teaching Hubby's Mistress - chapter 1 of 8

... 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 ...