Teaching Hubby's Mistress - chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Teaching Hubby's Mistress - chapter 3

... basement most of the day. It was nice. I’ll grab a snack and help Jonathan with his homework. Let us know when dinner is ready.”

“Sure.”

The three of us made small talk through dinner, then watched a movie with my son. After Jonathan went to bed, I suggested, “Gerald, maybe you could help Chloe unpack? You could get to know her a little.”

She rested a hand on his arm. “Would you please?”

He said, “Okay. Have you thought about what classes you want to take in college, Chloe?”

I giggled quietly as they walked out the back door, knowing that would be an interesting conversation. I looked out the window and saw them sitting at the picnic table. Chloe was smoking with the holder, and his attention was firmly focused on her mouth. I smiled, knowing my plan was going well so far.

If he was going to sleep with another woman, I wanted it to be one that had nothing to offer him but sex. I knew that with his great mind, he'd quickly tire of conversations with an airhead like her. He'd still need me as a partner and companion.

I felt a happy dampness in my panties as I imagined watching him screw such a hottie, and resisted the urge to rub myself.

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As I put a menthol 120 in the holder Mrs. Anderson had given me, I answered him. “Jerry, I’m fine with the job. I don’t like to read, and I hate math. Why do I need more school?”

I saw he was staring at my lips as I lit up and took a puff. I had to suck harder than usual to get much smoke, so my cheeks moved in ...

... more. I could tell from the look on his face he liked that. He said, “I guess you have a point, if you’re actually happy.”

“I just started, but I think I’ll like it. She said I only need to cook, keep the house clean, watch Jon, and slee...” I froze a second. I’d nearly given away the secret. “…uh, and some other stuff. You’re a lot more handsome than the pictures she showed me.”

“You look much nicer than our last housekeeper, too. She was fifty-something and shaped like an apple.”

I laughed and asked, “She said my family can visit and use the pool?”

“They’re welcome any time. Have fun with them in the pool, rec room, whatever. Our home is your home."

"That's so nice of you! Thanks!"

He asked, "How much are we paying you?”

“Three grand a month, and more when you… uh…” I froze. I’d almost given away the secret again.

“And?”

He looked at my mouth as I sucked in another big puff, giving me time to think a little. “And um… and more if your family is happy with me.”

“If you do a good job, that’s fair.”

I took a last puff and put the cigarette out. I said, “That was a really embarrassing way to meet you. I'm glad your family is so nice. Come in and help me unpack.” I held his hand and led him into the guest house, my new home. I could hardly believe I’d have such a big place all to myself!

I moved the shirts and shorts from my suitcase to the dresser drawers. I let him take care of my bras and panties. By the end I saw him sweating a little and ...