Walks and talks

Going down the road in the early morning made Jake think about life, and especially about the eating part of life. Jake took a deep breath and dug his phone out of his pocket. He scrolled through his contacts, finally stopping at his language teacher's name. He hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not he should really be calling her. But then again, she had been so open to everything he'd suggested... and if she is open to suck his dick, maybe she will be so kind to treat him some breakfast?

He tapped her name and put the phone to his ear. After a few rings, she picked up. "Hello?" Her voice was soft and husky, sending shivers down his spine.

"Hello Mrs. Williams," he said, trying to sound casual. "It's Jake. Um, I was just calling to see if you were busy this weekend, or rather if your Friday offer still stands?" There was a pause on the other end of the line. He could hear muffled talk of somebody else, likely her husband. He smiled to himself, imagining her with a guilty expression.

"Well," she replied, "I do not see reason why we cannot have some adulterous fun this weekend. But my husband is at home right now, and he kinda wants to spend the day with me." The noise on the other end of the line grew louder, and Jake could hear Mrs. William's reply, "Yes dear, I am on the phone... No, no! Wait a bit." The muffled noise continued for a while, "Yes honey, I am talking to my student. Yes the one who needs help... You know what? Yes, that is what I will do!" Jake could not hear half of the conversation anymore, but he was pretty sure that Mrs. Williams had a heated conversation with her husband about why she had to help him with his school work.

"Well, Jake, I'm glad I could convince my husband. He was worried about it at first, but I think I managed to persuade him. So, I expect you to come over at my house in half an hour. You know how to get there, don't you?" she asked, her voice dripping with anticipation. Jake felt a surge of excitement run through his body.

"Um, yeah, I remember," he stammered. "I'll be there." They exchanged a few more words, and then she hung up. Jake stared at his phone for a moment, still a little shocked by what had just happened. He could not believe that Mrs. Williams had managed to talk her husband into letting her see him, not like "that" of course. But considering the recent rend Jake was pretty sure that "that" way was very likely to happen regardless of Mr. Williams agreement. This was going to be one wild weekend.

Half an hour spent on the road between suburban houses and Jake was near the Williams' household. He could see Mrs. Williams standing on the porch, wearing a loose-fitting blouse and a pleated skirt. She was fidgeting nervously, looking around as if on a look out.

When Jake stepped closer Mrs. Williams let out a sigh of relief and walked over to him. "You made it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Come on inside. And remember, you are here for the tutoring."

Jake followed Mrs. Williams into the house. It was a modest, two-story home with a cozy living room and a spacious kitchen. The walls were adorned with family photos and artwork, giving it a warm and inviting atmosphere. Once inside the living room Jake was greeted by Mr. Williams, "Ah, you are that brightest student Sarah was talking about. Well, nice to meet you. Please, have a seat." He gestured towards the kitchen table where some breakfast items were laid out. "Help yourself if you want."

Jake nodded and took a seat at the kitchen table. As he poured himself a cup of coffee, he couldn't help but steal glances at Mrs. Williams, who was now sitting across from him. She kept looking at him nervously, chewing on her lower lip. "I thought we will start the tutoring," she really empathizes the last word, "right away?"

Her husband looked at the way Jake destroyed the food on his plate, and couldn't help but smile, "Sarah, be a little human - this guy looks like he could use some nourishment." Mrs. Williams smiled, and leaned in, "Well, if you're done, you can come with me to my room. I have some things prepared for you." She winked, and Jake felt a shiver run down his spine.

As Jake finished eating he was really feeling uneasy considering that the dude, whose breakfast he just eat was the husband of a woman that he was likely to fuck in a couple of minutes. "Thank you Mr. Williams," he mumbled, not really sure what else to say.

Mr. Williams smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Just call me Steve. I hope you don't mind." Jake nodded, and directed himself towards the "study room" where Mrs. Williams was waiting. He felt a mixture of anticipation and nervousness in his stomach as he knocked on the door. Mrs. Williams opened it, revealing a cozy, dimly lit room with a large desk and several bookshelves. A comfortable-looking armchair was positioned in the center of the room, facing a fireplace.

"Come in, Jake," she said softly, her voice taking on a seductive tone. "I've been looking forward to this." As Jake entered, Mrs. Williams closed the door behind him, locking them in. She walked over to the armchair and gestured for him to sit down. Jake hesitated for a moment before taking a seat, his heart racing.

Mrs. Williams slowly sat down on the armchair, her legs crossed and her hands folded demurely in her lap. "So, Jake," she began, her voice low and husky, "First we need to discuss this arrangement."