The Maths Tutor's Wife

Mrs Reid threw open the door. The young late teens, David stood below her, flustered. It was seven in the morning on a Saturday.

Flustered was the best way to describe that. He couldn’t speak, he stared and started to sweat.

“What!” Mrs Reid demanded.

“I er, that is, er…”

“You David!” Mrs Reid snapped at him impatiently.

He did not move.

“Yes or no?” she demanded.

He nodded helplessly, and Mrs Reid held open the door. One hand rested on the door post and the other on the door handle. Wordlessly he stepped up to the top step, but Mrs. Reid did not flinch, or move. David froze. She stepped aside but kept her hand on the door, and with a wave of her head, she motioned him inside. Poor David had to dip under her outstretched arm to get into the house, and he took a deep breath, smelling her perfume.

Mrs Reid was wearing very tight denim shorts, and a bright top. Her toned body was all the boys at the school drooled over. She worked hard at yoga, and gym, and it pleased her husband. The boys at the school always wondered why the drab old maths teacher had the ability to net such a fine catch.

When Mrs Reid attended the school dinners, the boys would sneak away photos, to feed their fantasies. Her long black hair, and striking features she knew worked the boys into a state. She did nothing to discourage them, often choosing low cut tops, short skirts and very tight jeans. Often she thrived off the involuntary gasps. Mr Reid encouraged her, knowing the full extent of her sexual spirit.

“Mr Reid is out on an errand,” she broke the uncomfortable silence, “You must wait!”

David heard the ‘must’ and froze. Rooted to the spot. The challenge with an all boys school was that the boys had no idea how to deal with women of any category. Worse if she was one as beautiful as this one!

“This way,” she commanded, and his legs obeyed.

Through the kitchen, into a low TV room. Two long leather couches on each side of a large coffee table. The TV was at one end of the couches. David sat carefully on one of the couches, after she ordered him to sit. Mrs Reid placed a knee on the coffee table and stretched over the length of the table to catch up the remote. So prone she stabbed at the remote looking for a channel. David, though stared at her full breasts, exposed belly and long extended legs. This body was just a touch away, but David settled on breathing in the smell of her.

Mrs Reid found cartoons and turned to look at him. He was still looking at her ass so she waited. After an embarrassed pause he found her face and blushed.

She ignored him and cocked her head at the TV. He glanced at it then back at her face. Her look asked ‘Is this okay?’

He nodded in nervous agreement. She unfolded from the table and stood watching the TV for a while. Minutes dripped away and David was trapped between looking at the TV or turning to look at her, but he knew this goddess was there, impossible to ignore.

“So… er… will he be long?” David stammered.

“You must mean Mr Reid!” she snapped, correcting the boy.

“Em,” he replied with no confidence.

“No,” she replied.

After a brief moment of silence David had no idea how much longer he would wait.

“Sandwich!” she broke the awkward silence.

“Come with me!”

Again his feet obeyed.

In the kitchen she busied herself with the refrigerator and the logistics of assembling a sandwich. David obeyed her finger as it pointed him to a stool at the end of the counter and he sat. Suddenly a cell phone broke the tension. She abandoned the sandwich and ran over to him. She crouched down on her knees close to him and leaned under the counter and unplugged a phone that was on charge, resting on a ledge below him, a ledge that he saw for the first time. Still on her knees and just a few inches from him, she answered.

“Yes,” she said, “He’s here.”

Her eyes were on his, her beautiful face just inches away from his thigh, from his body, from his penis. He held his breath as long as he could.

“I’m making him a sandwich,” she said, “Okay. Okay. Okay. I’ll let him know.”

All the time her eyes were fixed on his.

“Honey,” she said, her voice changing, “Can I take off this bra, it’s killing me.”

David’s eyes widened and he froze.

“Mr Reid will be back in twenty minutes,” she said, and at the same time, stood up, just a few inches from the boy, and unhooked her bra, and slipped it off pulling it out her sleeve.

He watched her in amazement. Mrs Reid dropped the bra into the laundry, washed hands, and turned to finish the sandwich. Her perky breasts now bouncing under her tee shirt, as she delivered the offering. David followed her to the TV room, and took small bites, as he tried to steal glances at her but she sat on the distant couch far from him.

She leaned over deliberately slowly and retrieved the crockery, and returned to the kitchen. He did not have to look, but knew she was there, watching. But a sudden burst of noise quelled the tension and Mr Reid appeared.

“David!” he boomed as he entered, his hand going to her bare waist and he kissed her with the affection the brats at his school had come to resent.

“Now look here young man,” he said as he stepped away and into his study.

David was still routed to the leather couch, and Mrs Reid pointed after her husband and silently urged the boy to follow.

“Your maths scores are terrible,” he continued, “And your father thinks he can pay me a princely sum to improve them.”

“Yes, sir!” David answered the unasked question, “He told me…”

“Of course, I said it was impossible, you just don’t have the knack nor the interest!” Mr Reid paused, as Mrs Reid came to the door, and watched.

“So he’s increased the money to the sum that two prince’s could respect!”

“Two princes!” chimed in Mrs Reid.

“So we decided that we would share this ransom with Mrs Reid,” he had turned away from David and was addressing her only, "She wants a German sports car!"

“And together, we will find a way to… motivate you,” Mrs Reid completed the demand.

David looked at her in astonishment, her voice had softened, almost down to a whisper. Her eyes were locked on his.

“So every Saturday till the end of the school year, you will come over, and I will give you a test, David,” said Mr Reid.

“And if you pass, David,” Mrs Reid whispered, “I will give you a reward!”

“What, I don’t understand…” David muttered.

“Let me explain the rules, David,” Mr Reid continued.

“Rule One, you tell no one!” Mr Reid said, “And if you do we will report to your father that you declined the lessons. If we claim that, he pays us half the reward and from what I understand you leave and go to military school.

“Rule Two, you must pass each test with a B plus minimum.

“Rule Three, you must practise your math in your own time, and not interfere with any other duties you have at school.”

“Do you agree with Rule One?” Mrs Reid asked.

“I… I… I guess, yes!”

“Tell him his rewards, darling,” Mr Reid suggested.

“When you pass your first test,” Mrs Reid said, as she stepped into the study and perched on the desk between the two, “I will let you watch me take a shower. Would you like to watch me take a shower, David?”

She asked the question, but her eyes were on his swelling pants. She put a gentle hand on his shoulder, and leaned in close almost to whisper in his ear, but she dragged her lips over his cheek, and kissed him briefly on the lips.

All his fantasies came true in that kiss, and he was helpless to deny either of them.

“David,” Mr Reid said softly, “I don’t mind Mrs Reid behaving badly. And I don’t mind her behaving badly, if it’s just you. But you must understand and say the rules out loud!”

“Okay,” said David.

“Say the rules, boy!” Mrs Reid was back to the bossy one.

“Er, Er, don’t tell. Pass the test. And still do school,” he stuttered.

“Pass with B plus,” corrected Mr Reid.

“I have a list too!” Mrs Reid teased, and left, brushing the boy as she passed.

“Here’s your test, you have an hour and go!” Mr Reid produced four pages and let the poor boy face his overwhelmed future.

Mr Reid joined his wife and their whispered voices drifted to him. It was impossible for his eyes to focus let alone read, nor think. However, this would be his weekly routine for the next year, and the promise of seeing her naked rallied his poor brain.

“Go into the TV room,” Mr Reid announced as he snatched the papers away from the boy as soon as the hour was now depleted.

“Sit!” Mrs Reid ordered and he obeyed.

“Here’s my list!” She held up a sheet of paper.

“You pass one test and you can watch me shower. In the nude mind you! Pass two, and you can give me a back rub. I might as well use you too. Pass three, and you can give me an all over rub,” her voice was a subtle whisper now.

“Three, I will shower with you. Would you like that?” She went on without looking at him, “Four, I will teach you how to make me cum with just your fingers…”

Mrs Reid read through the list in silence, and occasionally looked at the young man.

“And… and… Five,” he begged.

“I can’t even read those aloud,” she whispered, Mrs Reid had leaned forward, her hand on the side of his face, and her breast gently touching him, “Those are positively vulgar, disgusting, and obscene, but they are things I will let you do to my body.”

“What punishment do you deserve for not getting a B plus,” Mr Reid’s voice broke in, and caused poor David to jump.

Mrs Reid had an evil smile on her face, and she sat back on the coffee table.

“I don’t know,” David said vaguely, “Push ups.”

“Push ups!”

“Push ups!”

The others repeated and laughed.

“How did my boy do?” Mrs Reid asked, and David heard the ‘my boy’ comment.

“Very, Very poor C!” he said and let the papers slip from his hand onto the table.

“Oh dear me!” she said, “David, I held such promise, such hope, but a C!”

“Very Very poor C,” Mr Reid repeated.

“Come with me!” she ordered.

Obediently, David followed her to the empty garage. Mr Reid had parked the car outside. It was cool, dark, and bare. In the corner was an unenclosed shower, a rough shower head hanging from the ceiling. Mrs Reid pulled a chair along and placed it close to the shower. She put one foot on the chair and pointed to the space in front of the chair.

“Get down, and give me my fifty pushups!” she ordered.

He obeyed and counted them off. At ten, she sat on the chair and placed her foot on his back. He froze in astonishment. She pushed gently, and he continued. From the corner of his eye he spotted Mr Reid grinning in the doorway. Soon she had both her feet on his back as he counted off the reprimand. At forty nine, she grabbed his hair and leaned close.

“You are a bad boy David,” she growled at him, “Next time I am going to spank you, see. I want your pants down and I am going to spank that little ass. Now get out!”

He scurried to the door. Mr Reid still blocked the door.

“Remember, speak no evil!” He warned the boy, and received grateful nods.

Still Mr Reid did not move, but reached up and caught her bright top. Then he caught her denim pants, the sound of the shower starting up caused the boy to turn. He saw the naked back of the most beautiful woman he would ever see, step into the shower. Mrs Reid had her back to him, and the water bounced off her body.

Stunned, and mouth opened, he knew it should have been him sitting in that chair, watching her. Instead Mr Reid took his elbow and steered him to the door.