Carol the teacher
I set all the cameras running and uploading to the cloud. I assumed that Carol realised what I was planning, but I figured I would call her once I’d talked to the boy and knew he was not backing out.
Driving over there I almost backed out myself. I could have told Carol he’d got cold feet, it’s not as though he was likely to push things. All I had to do was call him and tell him it was off. Why didn’t I? Why was I allowing Carol do have sex with yet another stranger?
This time it felt different, this time I felt engaged, I could actually say no, and so could Carol; but, if I said no then I’d never know what it was like and I might feel I’d missed out and maybe Carol would react badly. I don’t think she’d be mad at me, but she would conclude that the previous episodes must have hurt me even more than I’d let on and she’d feel bad and that might spoil the progress we’d been making so although ti might seem paradoxical, I said yes.
I parked in a convenient space across the road from the pizza shop and saw the kid sitting on his scooter outside.
“Hi, I’m Matt,” I said. “We were on the phone earlier. I know this sounds weird but my wife has a thing about variety, she likes to do things with other guys. I know that would sound off the page to some folk but we’ve talked through a few things and it works for us. She took a fancy to you when you delivered our pizzas. You probably guessed that when she asked for your number. Is it okay if I ask you a few tricky questions?”
“Um, sure, do I have to answer?”
“No, it’s not like the police or anything but you don’t get to meet her again unless you do answer— fair enough?”
The kid nodded.
“Mary, that’s my wife thought you might be a virgin, I don’t know where she got that idea, but was she right? Don’t be embarrassed, everyone has a first time.”
“Yeah,” he said, staring glumly at the handlebars.
“And you’re off to medical school in a couple of weeks, right?”
“End of next week, Sunday.”
“Just in time,” I said. “Okay here’s the deal. I’ll take over your deliveries for an hour or so. I know the town well, so I should cope with your deliveries and you get yourself over to our place and see Mary. We can’t have an enterprising boy like you heading off to the big wide world with no idea how things are done.”
“She’s not going to do anything scary or kinky is she?”
“Last time she was wearing her chastity belt— I guess that’s been hard to get out of your mind.”
I watched him colour up— yeah, well I’d have been the same at his age.
“Yeah,” he said, breathing out slowly.
“She’s not kinky,” I said, “not especially anyway. She doesn’t want you to tie her up or anything. She had this idea in her head that she’d like to get you off to a good start before you went to college. She met guys when she was at uni who were rank amateurs and she was embarrassed for them. Back then I think some of those guys might have gotten Mary into bed if they’d had an ounce of technique.”
“So you had all that did you?”
“No it wasn’t that way, I knew Mary from school years before. I just didn’t lose Mary, I don’t think I especially won her.”
I watched his face, I saw him nod and the beginnings of a smile emerged.
“When my wife pulled those stunts when you brought us pizza she felt guilty afterwards. It was a game, right? She was showing off, completing dares, but afterwards she thought it wasn’t fair on you. She thought she owed you. You know the address, take your time and let her show you. You’ll thank her when you meet some girl who’s worth it and you’ll be grateful.”
“And you don’t mind?”
“Let’s say I’ve got over minding. My wife is something else, I’m proud of her. This is something she’s always wanted to do and you are the lucky guy who gets to do it.” I looked carefully at his face, glad I’d avoided saying ‘do her’.
“One other thing.” I made sure to meet his eyes and hold his gaze. “We have a top class security system, it’s very sophisticated. If you hurt Mary at all, or if she says no and you ignore it, I will know. The thing has its own power supply, there is no way you can turn it off, so relax, let Mary teach you, and enjoy.”
“You know you can sound quite scary.”
“Don’t let me put you off. My wife means the world to me— I like her to have her fun— but she has to be safe. That’s all.”
I watched him drive off and called Carol.
“He’s on his way.”
“Are you bringing him?”
“No, I’m delivering pizzas instead of him.”
“You’re wicked.”
“I told him my name was Matt and you’re Mary. Give him a good time, make me proud.”
I spent the next ten minutes talking with the guy running the shop, convinced him that I was a reliable substitute for his driver and learned some good stuff about making pizza. I did three deliveries over the next hour. Between deliveries I half listened to the sound track from home with my earpiece. I had the sound turned down, needing to pay attention to my driving and not wanting to spoil watching the video.
When I heard things go quiet and I’d done my last delivery I checked back to base and a few minutes later Tony reappeared looking a little sheepish.
“Not a word,” I said when I met him. “Good luck with med school. Send us a Christmas card. Did she offer you a refresher course?”
For a second he looked confused. “She teased me some— said she’d like to know if it worked.”
“Yeah, she would say that… of course if it did work you’ll end up with a girlfriend and she’ll want you to be faithful, and if you don’t…”
“Mary will have me down as a slow learner.”
I gave him a pat on the back. “You’ve got it.”
He grinned, “you two are smart at this. I get it, that was a one-off deal.”
“Right on the button.”
“Unforgettable though… Um how do I pay you— you know, for doing my deliveries?”
“You don’t, I told the man to pay you.”
“Hold on, am I being paid for screwing your wife?”
“No, you’re being paid for the pizzas delivered in your name, don’t make it too complicated.”
I ordered a couple of extra special pizzas, based on my earlier conversations and Tony picked up the next delivery and roared off. Ten minutes later I was on my way home.
I opened the door to find Carol standing in the hallway, wearing a crimson satin robe I’ve never seen before with a glass of champagne in each hand.
“What’s the toast?”
“To us,” she said. “There’s plenty of marriages that would have been blown apart by what I did, but thanks to you we aren’t. Let’s celebrate.”
“Champagne and pizza and a movie I haven’t seen. Great.”
“So you were recording?”
“I had to be sure you were safe.”
“Tony told me what you said.”
“Was that okay? It didn’t spoil things?”
“No love, not at all. It made it better in some ways. I could do it my way, call all the shots. I didn’t let him be submissive or dominant. I taught him how to listen to a woman. It was fun, you’ll see.”
We settled in the living room, Carol insisting on stripping me before I started the video.
“I’d really like a day to work on this,” I said, “so that I could edit the different angles together.”
“Yeah yeah,” she said, “and then you see it all before me. I’ve got a better idea. You have a screen in your office, right, and there’s one upstairs, yes?”
“Yes.” I wondered where she was going with this. There was no way I wanted to keep changing rooms to watch the video.
“So go get those screens and hook it up so we can see all three at once.”
“The Pizza will get cold.”
“So we’ll warm it up when you are ready. I’ll make a salad while you do the clever technical stuff.”
Half an hour later I was sitting on the sofa, ready to eat pizza while watching three TV screens at once. Before I went out I turned off the voice and movement activation. I knew they would not be recording for more than an hour or two and I imagined editing the tape into one whole programme. To do that I needed a timeline that was constant across all the recordings and not turning on and off depending on who was in the room. It meant one or more screens would be showing an empty room some of the time. As it happened that made it exactly right for watching three screens at once.
On the screen I saw Carol opening the door wearing the satin robe.
“This robe,” I said, stopping the tape. “I don’t think I’ve seen it before.”
“If you’re going to interrupt all the time I want the remote.”
“Okay,” I said. “Please, just this once.”
“You don’t know what’s underneath it.”
“Oh fuck,” I said, “You’re going to jerk me around all over the place.”
“Okay, fair’s fair. I bought it when I was with Andrea, along with the other things you’ll see. They were going to be a treat for you. Sorry, I should have kept them for you but they made me feel very sexy.”
I turned her face towards me and I think my eyebrows may have come up a millimetre or two.
“I know it sounds daft,” she said. “I was all excited when you set off to get him but then my confidence dropped a bit. I had a crisis moment. I needed a boost, suddenly being an expert seductress felt a bit daunting.”
“Like me with Andrea,” I said without thinking.
Carol laughed, stood up and twirled looking exactly like I could see on the TV. The deep red colour looked even more seductive in real life. She sat down and wrapped an arm around me leaning her head on my shoulder. “Hit play,” she said.
Tony looked a little frightened, even after he’d stepped into the hall; standing awkwardly clutching his crash helmet. Carol took it off him and unzipped his jacket, stepping around him as she removed it.
“So glad you could come,” she said, hanging his things in the hall cupboard. She took his hand. “Come this way.”
In the living room she offered him a drink.
“I know you’re driving so only a small one, right?” Carol on the screen said.
The poor boy was still tongue tied.
“What do you think I’m wearing under this?”
Really? I thought, she’s going to play it like that?
She looked at him for a few seconds.
“You saw some of me last time you were here,” she said and she untied her robe, “but I thought we’d better do things properly this time.”
She dropped the robe and revealed a Jacquard corset; black, shot with gold, and jet black stockings.
“I did think about a bra and panties. Learning your way around a woman’s bra is a tricky thing and I didn’t want you to find it too hard right away. You’ve already felt my tits and I’m hoping you remember that, so there’s no mystery there, I thought something elegant would be good, I wouldn’t want you to think your first time was with a cheap tart.”
Poor kid, I thought, she must be scaring him to death.
“This is where you say something like— darling you look awesome. Can you try that? Darling may be a bit strong for a first time, but you get the idea.”
I watched him take a deep breath. “Ma’am, you look like a dream,” he said.
“Good,” she said and wrapped him into her arms, kissing him before he had a chance to flinch.
“One hand holds me round the waist and the other feels my bottom.”
Tony did as he was told.
“Feel the silk, imagine what’s underneath it, do you think I’ll be as smooth as the silk? I’m being wicked but that’s what you have to do, prepare your mind, it won’t be exactly what you imagine but you’ll have somewhere to start. In a minute you’re going to finish your drink and I’m going to lead you upstairs. We could make out here and if we had all night that’s what we’d do. What is important is that you do two things at once. You need to subtly let me know that you find me immensely desirable, so much so that you can barely contain yourself and at the same time you must let me take the lead. Can you imagine that?”
The poor boy was struggling to look relaxed and cool. “The first part isn’t hard, I’m not sure about the second,” he said.
“It takes practice. I’m a sure thing for tonight, so you don’t need to rush it, savour how that feels.”
Carol’s right hand crept around onto his crotch, probing a little, feeling, testing his arousal. She ran his zip down and slid her hand inside.
“If I was feeling very randy right now I’d have your trousers off and suck your cock, but for a young man in a stranger’s house, even when he’s been invited, I’m guessing being separated from your clothes in the first five minutes might feel scary. So,” she said, kissing him and putting one hand on his crotch, “what we’re going to do, now that I know you’re getting exited, is move the action upstairs. Follow me and enjoy looking at my gorgeous bum.”
She led him out of the living room and off the screen into the one showing the hall. That door had been open the whole time so we saw both of them side on most of the time. As they set off up the stairs I had to make some adjustments.
“Which room did you go to?”
“I used the spare room,” Carol said. “I have plans for our room tonight and I didn’t want to have to change the sheets.”
That sounded like good news. I had to stop the video, I’d assumed she would use the main bedroom. It took a minute to switch to the spare room camera and another minute to fast forward to the door opening.
“How close behind you was he?”
“Close enough, I slowed down so he was almost up my arse. A girl’s got to use what she’s got.”
One camera in the spare room is facing the end of the bed, the other was in the ceiling I had the two on a split screen.
It was fascinating sitting with Carol snuggled against me and watching her on the screen at the same time.
“Stop it for a second,” she said, getting up and dropping the satin robe to reveal the corset I could see on the screen. She gave me a twirl and then cuddled up to me again.
We watched as the two of them came into the room. Carol sat on the bed and started removing Tony’s clothes.
“You should practice taking your clothes off, Carol on the screen said. It can say a lot about you. For a first date wear decent underwear, most guys expect girls to dress up so show respect and keep a decent pair of briefs or boxers for dates. When it looks like you might be getting near the bed you can drop the outer layers and hit the bed in boxers and a shirt.”
She looked at him as she said it. “So here’s a question; would you fold your trousers?”
Poor kid I thought but kept my mouth shut, this wasn’t my script. Tony was struck dumb.
“As a general rule I’d say if they have creases then fold with care, this girl might be imagining living with you, maybe even pressing those chinos like you’re wearing, treat the creases with respect and it will feel like you’re treating your possible future with her with respect. If you were wearing jeans you could be more casual.”
Tony peeled off the chinos and managed a decent shot at putting them neatly over the back of the chair.
“Now compliment me on my beautiful underwear.” She stood up and pushed him into sitting on the bed, which is a low divan, we bought that kind because if families with kids stayed we didn’t want them falling out of bed and having a crisis. Sitting where he ended up Carols fancy panties were right in his face.
Tony reached out slowly, hesitant at first, his hands smoothing the fabric over her bum.
“Good boy,” she said. “Have you ever seen a woman’s pussy before?”
“In pictures,” he said, almost choking on the words, “not up close.”
“They come in all shapes and sizes,” Carol said. “There is a treat for you under here. One word of warning, I shave mine, so don’t be shocked, take it slow and make appreciative noises.” Carol chuckled, “of course you’re going to med school, so you’ll see all sorts but I doubt you’ll see many better than what’s under here.”
I felt her squirm against me.
“Bragging huh?”
Carol turned to me and gave me a wicked look. She stood up, turning to face me, adopting the same pose as in the movie. Unlike Tony I was already naked. I paused the video and made the same move as Tony with both hands and slid her panties down. I was curious to see how many signs of action were visible on her pussy— some but not as much as I imagined in my hotter moments.
I pulled her back to the seat alongside me. I had to have her close as we saw his face. The only pity was that the cameras were both a little side on. Fortunately, rather than because of great skill, they were asymmetrically placed— a side effect of the wiring and positioning of the wall studding. The camera behind the bed was well to the left and with Tony sitting on that side of the bed, gave a good three-quarter view of his face.
“Because I shave,” said the Carol on the screen, “you’ll get a great anatomy lesson but a lot of girls only trim or keep their hair. I read somewhere that the Brit cycling team have done research to show that the less they interfere with nature the less trouble they get. She giggled, Isn’t science wonderful. You might meet some sexy young athletes at uni, so be ready for anything. You’ll learn all about it when they teach you anatomy, so you’ll know more than me by next year. I like having tongue all over what you can see and I think that works better if there’s no forrest to deal with.”
She spoke as if she was giving a lecture— which I guess she was. His face was a picture.
“You want … me to… lick it?”
“It’s the best way to learn,” she said in her best teacher voice. “One of these days you are going to be playing with one of these in the dark, you need to know your way around it. I’m nice and clean, I had a shower twenty minutes ago. Lean forward and try licking from as far down as you can go and press gently so you open the folds a tiny amount. Don’t be scared there’s nothing unsavoury down there, I’ve plugged the other hole.”
“You’ve what?”
Carol chuckled, “I guess that’s a surprise huh? I’m saving that one for my husband later. That’s advance sex, I’d leave that for a while, the girls has to want it and the first time you need to take it very slowly with lots of lube.”
“Lube?”
“This stuff,” Carol said, showing him the tube.
Carol took the remote out of my hand and paused the video. “Not right now,” she said. “Remove my panties like he did. Think of it as the beginning of reclaiming, but now you know what else is on the menu.”
I slid her panties down, slowly revealing her mound and slightly reddened labia. I couldn’t help taking a quick look at the other screen, trying to compare a before and after picture of Carol’s beautifully shaved pussy.
“He must have been gentle with you. Dean and Jay did a lot more damage.”
“I want a soothing tongue all the same, there may be late after effects.”
I did what was required of me for a couple of minutes.
“Can we go back to the movie now?”
“Is that better than the real thing?”
“No,” I said, “but I’m feeling greedy, I’ve been working hard delivering pizzas for no pay, I deserve a little something, I thought I was being paid in kind.”
That at least got me a small chuckle. It would have been all too easy to stop watching the video and make love to Carol but I had convinced myself that would not do justice to either Carol or the video.
“Let’s watch the whole thing,” I said. “We can see it again any time but I’d like to absorb it while I’m in the moment.”
“I married an art critic,” Carol said. “What if you hate me when you’ve seen it?”
“That possibility had not entered my head.” I pulled her back onto the sofa and took the remote from her hand. “Need I remind you that I have film of you doing a lot worse than this and I still don’t hate you.”
“Touché.”
For the next five minutes we watched Tony’s tongue go deeper and deeper before Carol started her tutorial on where the clitoris can be found and what to do with it. By then Tony’s cock was solidly hard and Carol moved on to lesson two— how to put on a condom.
I’ll skip the obvious teaching about STDs and birth control, Carol laid it on fairly thick that it was the guy’s job to pay attention. A good girl ought to be able to take care of herself, but Carol laid it on the line.
“You don’t want to be a father before you mean to be?” she said. “You wouldn’t want to impregnate a gold digger who wants to get her claws into your income for the next twenty years.”
That surprised me especially after her careless behaviour with Dean and Jay— maybe the show was for me as much as Tony.
Carol made him put one of the things on himself, making him lie on the bed alongside her and try to do it one handed.
“You can’t get it on until you’re hard,” she said, “and by then you’ll likely be horizontal and with your mind on other things. Get slick with doing it and the girls will know they can trust you.”
“Won’t they think I sleep around?”
Carol chuckled.
“There’s a risk of that, if ever it’s a problem you can tell them about me, make up whatever story you think will work.”
Tony was clumsy.
“There is another way,” Carol said, and proceeded to use her mouth to roll the rubber down his shaft. “If you’re lucky you might find a girl that knows that trick, but don’t let her fool you into thinking she’s a virgin.”
Poor kid, I thought, so much to learn and so little time.
“Are you learning anything?” Carol said to me.
“Loads,” I said. “If only I’d met you earlier. In the spirit of total honesty I am curious about where you learned that trick.”
“Oh,” she said. “Yeah I get it. I didn’t do it on the movies you have with Dean and Jay so you’re wondering who else. Fair enough. I saw a video and tried it on a dildo a dozen times but I never got a condom on Dean or Jay. Eddie was the first time I did it for real.” She stopped for a second. “I could do it for you if you want…”
Carol was back on her knees in a second with a condom in her hand and as I watched Tony start to very tentatively find his way into her she rolled a condom onto my cock. She reached to the side of the sofa and handed me a bottle of lube.
“This is me making good on another promise,” she said, “It’s all yours. I teased you with that enema business and then you did Andrea this way, so now it’s my turn.”
In one of the most surreal episode of my life I penetrated Carol’s arse while I watched a kid a decade younger than me fucking her on the screen. I matched his thrusts one for one all the way until he came. The only difference was that I had a finger or two on her clit so when he came she came. Crazy as it sounds I felt quite superior.
As she came down Carol rolled onto the floor, legs spread, looking up at me.
“Ten out of ten,” she said, “but don’t relax too much I know Andrea had a three hole fuck so I’m owed.”
“Could we at least finish the pizza?”
Carol ran out of the room, so I stopped the video, seconds later she was back with a towel and snuggled alongside me.
“The last bit is good,” she said. “Lets watch it and eat and then I want a serious talk. A good talk— don’t fret.”
She showed Tony how to take the condom off without spilling a drop and then let him relax.
“Look around the room, she said, what do you see?”
He sat up, curious, obviously feeling a little threatened still.
“Um… I see your panties on the floor and my stuff and my chinos on the chair.”
“Good, so tell me about them.”
“I don’t get it, what is there to tell?”
“What would a forensic scientist make of it?”
A panicked look came over his face and Carol laughed.
“Sorry,” she said. “I’ll explain. Your trousers are folded, my knickers are intact, not torn or shredded, my stockings are good to use again, all the buttons on your shirt are intact and there’s a condom tied off and in the bin. We can conclude that this was consensual sex. Get it?”
Tony still looked a little puzzled. “You mean if stuff was scattered about or torn it might look like something else.”
“Exactly. I’m not saying that you have to be obsessional about covering your tracks, but use your brain to keep yourself out of trouble.”
“So I could take a picture of the room afterwards as a souvenir and it would help if she changed her mind— kind of thing?” he said.
Carol laughed. “Maybe best to be subtle about that, but yeah, you could do that.”
Tony sank back onto the bed. Wow, he said. “How come you don’t charge for lessons?”
Carol laughed, and standing beside the bed where he could see everything she unbuttoned her corset and peeled that and the stockings off.
“One last lesson,” she said and moved onto the bed in a sixty-nine pose.
“If I was doing this with you a lot I’d probably clean you up afterwards, but I don’t know you and I don’t want to teach you bad habits.” She swung herself around into a sixty nine. “Like this I could clean you with my mouth,” she said, “and usually I’d do it after the condom came off, but this time just to get you the feel of it I won’t go that far.” She took his shrinking condom covered cock into her mouth and held it there for a couple of seconds. My guess is she was doing something with her tongues but yoou can’t see that on the video. “You get the idea,” she said and pulled the condom off and wiped him with a flannel. “The idea is that you could use your tongue on me while I’m doing that, but I guess that was a little too much for one day.”
She’d got him hard again so she carried on using her hand but his rather tentative tongue work didn’t achieve much.
After that they showered, she dressed again in the stockings and corset and in a few more minutes he was out of the door.
“Well?” she said, “what do you think?”
“He’s right, you could give lessons.”
“Yeah maybe.”
“It didn’t scare me or make me insanely jealous and it did make me proud that I have a wife who could do that. Yeah, really proud.”
Good…”
“And the serious talk?”
She took a deep breath. “The last few weeks have been… um… everything under the sun really— highs and lows— very scary and great fun too; half the time I’ve been disgusted with myself. It’s made me think.”
“Me too.”
“That money you got— I know it’s not mine but could we build a pool?”
I almost fell off the seat.
“Seriously, that’s the big talk? Why is that such a big deal? I’d like a sauna too.”
“Yeah… yeah, that too, actually that would be great. If we had one of those we’d be in there now.”
“There’s got to be more to it than that. You want to have orgies around the pool?”
“Well maybe but I thought we needed to be able to play together more, and not just in the bedroom. What would a pool cost.”
“It depends how big?”
Carol laughed. “So not out of the question?”
“No, actually it’s a good idea.”
“There is another thing, well lots of other things but something Andrea said got into my head.”
“Go on.”
“It was the waking up with a man thing. I hadn’t thought about it before. Do you like waking up with me?”
“You’re looking at the guy who wanted to sleep with your nightdress when you weren’t there and you have to ask?”
She kissed me. “That’s a better answer than any I could have thought of.”
“Even sleeping at home I miss you when you’re away.”
“That’s the thing,” she said. “I’m going to talk to the boss about working closer to home— not because I’m worried I might stray again— I think I’ve learned my lesson on that and I could wear my belt all the time, it would make me think of you. If I was away and not cheating I’d miss waking up with you. Andrea has it right.”
“Uh huh, I think I get that. Was that why you wanted me to keep wearing the cage all that time— to make sure I was thinking of you?”
“Something like that,” she said.
“So if the boss can’t help then I’m going to look for something else that close to home.”
“That’s kind of drastic isn’t it?”
“Well yes and no. I mean yes it is drastic, sort of, but maybe drastic is necessary.”
“You’d better keep talking…”
“You mean until I make sense?”
I nodded. I had no idea where she was going with this.
“Doing all that with Tony made me think— teaching him, me being the grown up and him the child, well sort of anyway, and I thought what would I tell my children. I know that sounds daft but one day we’ll have kids won’t we…”
“Yeah, yeah of course we will, but I think what you did with Tony would be called incest.”
“Yeah, I know, but you get the idea.”
“I expect I will when you get to the point.”
She laughed. “There is one other thing,” she said. Another way to spend some of that money.”
I wondered where this was going. Did she want to go to one of those sex resorts. I tried to read her face but she was all serious. She had me stumped and then the obvious dawned on me but I waited. It seemed important that she should say it.
“I think it’s time we had kids.”
I bit my tongue in time not to say ‘oh yeah they do cost a lot of money.’ I tried to keep a straight face but I didn’t have to look at her for long to know she was serious. Okay, I thought, we’re being serious.
“Are you sure, I mean it’s not too soon? What if…” but I couldn’t say it.
“What if I lost another one. The one thing I know is that you’d be there. All this craziness comes from last time. It shot my confidence so you started working from home, I went back to work too soon and Dean saw me coming; I think he’s mentally programmed to take advantage of vulnerable women. That won’t happen again. If we lost a baby again it would be different. It would still be awful but we wouldn’t be completely blindside like last time.”
She pulled me tighter.
“If it happened again I’d take time off, this time we have a cushion thanks to how clever you were. Right?” she said, “so what I thought was that after I’ve had whatever we have, then I’d go back to work and you could look after the kids because you work at home…”
She looked at me quickly. “I don’t want to flirt and fuck around for business any more, it doesn’t seem right, it would end in tears for someone— look what happened to Andrea. It’s sort of corrupt in a way too, like bribery. If I want to behave like that I might as well go the whole hog and be a stripper or a whore.”
She stopped for a second, giving me a very grown up look.
“At work I need to make it on talent or do something else.”
“Which talents are we talking about?”
I got another stern look but this time she couldn’t keep a straight face.
“I’ll wear my belt at work, at least until I trust myself completely, and definitely while we were getting pregnant. They absolutely have to be your kids.”
I tried to keep a straight face, I really did, but she could see that I was delighted.
“So you’re telling me that giving a teenager a lesson in how to fuck made you want to have kids?”
“Insane isn’t it,” she threw her head back and looked at the ceiling and I saw her chest heave with a huge deep breath.
“It’s not crazy is it? I mean is that okay? Would you like that?”
“It could be another rut,” I said, trying to stop myself beaming.
“I know,” she said. “but it’s a different kind of rut. I mean kids keep changing don’t they, they grow, they keep changing, they keep bringing new challenges, so they would keep us on our toes.”
“They?”
“One might get lonely,” she said, giggling and trying to kiss me at the same time. “And if we have a pool we could always have the occasional orgy when the kids were in bed.”
“Until they’re old enough to have lessons from mama?”
“I could give lessons too, I know it’s kind of a niche market but there must be a ton of guys out there that would want to lose it with a MILF. I’d be qualified if we have kids, right now I’m just a slut, everyone knows what they are. MILFs have more charisma”
“Especially with a promo video available.”
“Yeah, I could be a porn star? Could you cope?” She burst out laughing— “Hell of course you could. Should we send Tony a souvenir video?”
She fell back on the sofa again laughing, calmed down eventually, enough to look at me properly, searching my face.
“You don’t really want me to do that do you?”
“That wasn’t the question. You asked if I could cope if you did.”
“Yeah,” she said, “but you don’t have cuckold fantasies do you, I mean you’d be just as okay if I didn’t?”
I poured more champagne, gave her a glass and chinked mine against hers.
“To my far from crazy wife and whatever surprises she brings me.”
