Back to Black - Pt. 02

Back to Black is an interracial tale written in 5 parts (all finished) which will be released to Literotica as I edit them.

I've gone back to this story several times in the last couple of years, changing the characters and the storyline, mostly because I wasn't sure where to take it. However, in the end it was splitting it into 5 parts that actually helped me finish it.

The result is, I think, very different to most of my other works but I'm happy with the finished article and I hope you like it.

Please remember it is just a story, the characters aren't real and their words and actions are simply a projection of my own imagination.

It is set in the United Kingdom so I apologise now for any confusion over some of the terms I use.

Please enjoy.

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Back to Black - Pt 02

Heading out for a swim at the college pool early on the Saturday morning Madeline spent an hour doing lengths, putting everything out of her mind, before going home and devoting the remainder of her day to laundry and housework.

With the residue of the friction created by Friday night's conversation, and subsequent sex, still hanging over them, they stayed at home instead of eating out as they sometimes did on a Saturday night,

Sitting enduring what was a somewhat frosty atmosphere they watched television. Both of them were aware there were things that needed to be said but neither was willing to say them and eventually she took herself off to bed.

Lying next to her husband later that night Maddi was unable to sleep, aware of her husband also still awake.

"Will Aaron agree to you tutoring Jayson." He murmured eventually, ending what had been an uncomfortable and silent evening.

"I don't know, but he's not that keen on us doing stuff like that." She replied stiffly, not bothering to turn and look at him.

"Really? Why's that?" Jon wanted to know.

"He says it will distract us from our work."

"Perhaps you need to butter him up a bit then? To get him to say yes."

She rolled onto her back and looked at him coldly, "Exactly what do you mean by that? I thought you didn't want me to tutor him."

"The kids want you to do it, that's all."

"You'd like it if he said no though, wouldn't you?" She stated mockingly, turning away from her husband again.

'What was he up to?'

'Was he hoping something would happen?'

Talking about her boss had memories of sex with Aaron Vassell filling her head once again, making her stomach tighten and sending a delightful warmth to the top of her thighs.

"Whatever you do you need to be careful with that lad. He has a real thing for you." Jon exhaled as he said it.

Staring at the wall she ignored her husband's comment; it was time she started to do what she wanted.

'Maybe he was right though, a little flirting with Aaron wouldn't hurt?'

'It wasn't like she was going to have sex with him.'

"Whatever game you're playing Jon, it's getting out of hand. Maybe it's time to stop."

Despite her words Maddi knew that since Aaron had come back into her life, albeit only in a work capacity, she was slowly becoming increasingly tempted to indulge herself. So far she had managed to avoid doing anything she might regret but she wondered how much longer that would be true.

'Was she capable of resisting the lure of her ex?'

"I'll stop when you admit what you're up to." Her husband declared.

Something snapped at his statement and she sat up, glowering at him, "I'm not up to anything Jon, despite what your sordid little mind thinks but I'll tell you now, if I decide I want to.... I will."

"You're lying." There was no hesitation in her husband's reply and the certainty in his voice shocked her.

"I'm going to go and see him first thing Monday and accept his invitation to lunch, maybe on Wednesday." She said coolly, ending the conversation, "I have a couple of free periods that afternoon so it would be a good time to do it."

"Really?" His answer reeked of sarcasm.

"Yes, really." Maddi told him brusquely.

Confused as to why she had agreed to do it she reflected on her reasons for saying it. Was it for Jayson's sake or was she using it as an opportunity to test the depth of her desire for something to actually happen with her boss.

'Jon would certainly think something happened if she went.'

The idea of getting her own back on him, even if it was just in his mind, appealed to her and she was still smiling to herself when she finally fell asleep.

For the rest of the weekend she was a nervous wreck, continually changing her decision about what she was going to do. One minute she resolved to go and see her boss to accept his invitation only to change her mind a short while later.

She was still procrastinating when she knocked on Aaron's office door on the Monday morning.

"What can I do for you Madeline?" The head of the college openly ogled at her as she stepped into his room.

Biting her lower lip she hesitated, considering her answer, even at the very last moment still uncertain of what she was going to say.

"I.... I... err... I.... I wanted to... to accept your invitation to lunch."

"Well well, what happened to change your mind?" His eyes widened in surprise, "When are you suggesting we do this?"

"Wednesday and my reasons don't matter."

Aaron smirked, "Not a problem, Wednesday is fine by me. Meet me in the car park at midday and I'll drive."

"Just tell me the restaurant and I'll get a taxi."

"No, no, it's fine. We'll take my car, after all...."

Closing the door behind her she leaned back against it, letting out a breath, and never heard the end of his sentence.

"Did you go and see him?" Jon was straight on to her when she got home on the Monday evening, "What did he say?"

"I... I um... arranged to have lunch with Aaron on Wednesday." Gazing despairingly at her husband Maddi sighed.

He didn't need to say a word, the smug grin plastered across his face told her his thoughts about what she had just said, "It's just lunch. You're not going to do anything with him. You aren't the cheating type. Nothing's going to happen."

Without another word Madeline turned and simply walked away, saying nothing to discourage him from his estimation of her.

The chilly atmosphere between them continued on when he refused to let the matter of his wife's forthcoming lunch with Aaron drop. Mentioning it several times over the next twenty-four hours or so, he always accompanied his remarks with a self-satisfied smirk that just infuriated her.

A nervous wreck anyway, her husband's comments only prompted her to frequently change her standpoint; one moment deciding that she would tell Aaron she wasn't going to go only to switch back to her original plan a few minutes later.

"Stockings?" Standing in the bedroom doorway on the Wednesday morning Jon raised an eyebrow and commented, as he watched his wife get dressed, "You don't normally wear those to work."

Looking up she smiled thinly and finished fastening the clasps on her suspender belt to the tops of her tan coloured nylons, "Yes, I do actually and, by the way, it's none of your fucking business. If I want to wear stockings for him I will and if you don't like it I suggest you go and fuck that little slut you're currently banging."

"Is he going to get a glimpse of them?" Her husband grinned at her inanely, ignoring her comments.

"You never know." She pouted and zipped up her skirt, "I might let him see them and a lot more besides."

Her intention, as she said goodbye to him, was to let him think about what she might be getting up to and, hopefully, realise the implications of his own philandering.

Making her way into work Maddi kept telling herself she had no real intention of letting her boss lay a finger on her. However, she could feel her stomach tightening nervously as she tried to convince herself she meant it, the memories of her time at university and the amazing sex she had enjoyed with her ex-boyfriend constantly dominating her thoughts.

Focusing on her morning lessons she managed to keep her anxiety under control, at least until she slid into the passenger seat of Aaron's BMW.

"Where are we going?" She asked nervously as he drove out of the college car park.

"Just a little place I know. Don't worry, you'll like it." His words didn't help allay her fears and, trying to calm herself, she sat back and simply stared out of the window.

He was right, she did like the restaurant and enjoyed her lunch even more, although her stomach was tied in a knot and her heart thumped frantically against her ribs the whole time.

Their conversation, mostly about work, was punctuated by several lengthy silences and she couldn't help but feel even more confused about what she was doing as she sat there.

Whatever her reason for being there was, she wasn't achieving anything.

They had finished their meal and just got their coffee's when her boss suddenly became more direct.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Aaron asked, flashing his dazzling smile at her, "I assume that's why you finally accepted my invitation after so long."

"Don't get your hopes up. I still think you're a total bastard."

"Madeline, I never for one second, imagined this was about you wanting to get back with me, so what is it?"

"I err... I've been asked to do some... ah... some private tutoring by one of the boys." She stammered hesitantly.

"I see." He frowned and tapped his fingers on the table, "You know I don't approve of my staff doing additional teaching outside of the college. You have more than enough to do."

"It will just be a couple of hours on a Saturday. It's just to help him do the university's entrance test and I'll make sure that it doesn't impact on my day job."

"All the same I don't really want to set a precedent and say yes."

Maddi took a deep breath, "I won't say anything, nobody will know."

"You can't guarantee that Madeline." Shaking his head he took a sip of his drink, "What's the boy's name?"

"Jayson Kanaan."

As she told him she could see his expression change to one of amusement.

"You always did have a thing for dark meat didn't you?"

"It's nothing like that." It was as if he had read her mind and Maddi blushed, "He's my son's friend. That's all."

"Still, I'm not happy about it."

"Please Aaron, I'd really appreciate it."

"I'll think about it. How's that?" Reaching across the table he took her small white hand in his large black one, "But now I think we need to get back to the college."

His touch sent an unanticipated shiver through her and once again she wondered about her reasons for being there.

'Was she really trying to help Jayson?'

'Was she using it to try to get some sort of perverted revenge on her husband.'

'Was it because of her own secret desires?'

Resisting the urge to pull her fingers away she smiled at him, "I.... I guess that will have to do."

Walking back to his car in silence they had just reached it when Aaron opened the door for her and spoke again, "You know perhaps if you tried to be a little more agreeable and put an end to this animosity I might be inclined to approve your request."

The self-satisfied smirk that accompanied his comment sent another shiver through her.

"Well, maybe we... we could become.... you know, friends again. But that's all." Madeline swallowed hesitantly and smiled weakly back at him, sliding into the passenger seat and smoothing down her skirt, speculating if she could actually do as he asked.

"That sounds more like the girl I used to know." He grinned as he dropped into the driver's side and, without warning, leant across putting his arm around her to pull her against him, kissing her.

She went to push him away, her hands on his chest, and paused when she realised that she didn't actually want to stop him. It had been so long since she had felt more than just a hole for her husband to use that she could do nothing to subdue the feelings her boss aroused in her.

Letting her arms encircle his neck instead, she immediately felt Aaron's hand creep up to cup her breast, gently fondling it, while his tongue sneaked enticingly into her mouth.

"Please.... we shouldn't...." Feeling she should at least try to stop him, she made a half-hearted protest, pulling her lips away from his, that did nothing to deter him, "I... I'm married.... I.... ahhhhhhhhh."

Unable to prevent herself reacting to his touch, she groaned softly when her nipple hardened, allowing him to pinch her sensitive bud, toying with it through her clothes. Her lips parted accepting his tongue into her mouth again while his hand wandered down over her hip, gently drawing her skirt up to allow his fingers access to the soft flesh at the top of her stockings.

Biting back the rapidly dwindling urge to stop him she could only shudder as his hand slid between her legs, a single digit tracing along the length of her moist slit, pressing the soaked material of her tiny thong between her nether lips.

Madeline could feel herself losing her grip on the situation as her boss pulled his mouth away from hers, still caressing her pussy through her knickers. She had been a faithful wife to a cheating bastard of a husband and now she couldn't help but think that, just perhaps, she was still desirable after all.

"You can still kiss baby, just like I remember." He told her, looking into her eyes, as he hooked the damp satin aside and eased a thick dark finger up into her dripping sex.

"Fuck!" She hissed through clenched teeth, her legs automatically spreading wider at the unexpected revelation that she wanted him to touch her.

Closing her eyes Maddi clung to him, her hips jerking, working her pussy onto his invading digit as it probed into her, bringing back memories of a time she thought she had long forgotten.

The thrill that ran through her was too much to resist and, when he added a second finger, Madeline surrendered to the sensations he was creating in her as she felt herself racing towards an unsolicited orgasm.

Literally just a minute or two later her thighs clamped together, trapping his hand, and she shuddered when, unable to prevent what was happening to her, she came hard.

"No, stop... I can't.... I... Aaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Grabbing his wrist, she held onto it bucking violently, her voice tailing off into a long moan of pleasure as her climax erupted within her.

"God you've got me hard as a rock, just like you always could." Aaron whispered, while the last ripples of her orgasm still radiated through her, dragging her hand down so she could feel his erection through his trousers, "I need to fuck you babe."

For a moment Jon came into her mind and she wondered if he had ever thought about her when he was screwing one of his little tramps.

"I'm married... I... I can't.... my husband...." Her fingers closed around the bulge tenting out the material even as she managed to stammer a protest.

"Your husband won't know.... it'll be our secret."

"I'm married." Maddi said firmly, staring him straight in the eyes, "I can't... and we... we shouldn't have even done...."

"I'm sorry but I couldn't help it, you're still such a beautiful and amazing woman." Aaron stated without any remorse, cutting her off mid-sentence, "You can't leave me like this though. That isn't fair baby."

"We'll be late if we don't go now." Struggling to fully comprehend what she had allowed him to do Maddi could still feel her body tingling with excitement.

'Could I let him fuck me?'

"Is your mouth still as talented as I remember?" His voice jerked her out of her contemplation.

"Please I can't...." Turning away she tried to suppress the fire that he had lit in her belly.

"If it is it won't take a minute baby girl." Her boss told her pulling her back to him.

Her heart thumped frenetically against her ribs, any resistance that lingered immediately evaporating, as her fingers fumbled his belt undone before unzipping him to extract his hot, hard length.

For a moment she simply looked at the sizeable black organ; a good 2 or 3 inches bigger than her husband's dick. Studying it carefully she remembered every vein and ridge as if it had only been yesterday rather than 20 plus years.

'Can I do this?'

She knew without a doubt that Jon would do it if he were in a similar situation with some little slapper, that wasn't the problem.

The real question she had to answer was, could she and why?

"That's a good girl.... now suck me off." Aaron's voice again jerked her out of the trance she had fallen into.

Automatically her fingers wrapped around his thickness, her gold wedding band evident against his ebony flesh, and she slowly began to stroke his rampant shaft.

"Suck it baby. Just like you used to."

Leaning over Maddi did as she had been instructed and, without complaint, lowered her mouth onto his rock-hard prick, her lips parting to slip effortlessly over Aaron's mushroom shaped cockhead.

"Uuurrrrggggggggggggg."

Swallowing half his length she felt the tip probe her throat, making her gag just as she had always done with him.

"Fuck, that feels so good baby. Just like old times." Her boss leaned back and let her work.

Her blonde hair fell across her face as she started to bob her head, obscuring his view causing him to wrap it in his fingers and lift it up so he could watch her mouth working as she pleasured him.

Drooling over his erection, she slurped greedily, as she devoured the throbbing ebony pole, lost in her lust with one hand wrapped around the root of his shaft while her red lips stretched open in a large O around his circumference.

"Guggggg.... Guggggg.... Guggggggggggggggg."

Despite feeling utterly degraded Maddi was unable to control the need that filled her as she enthusiastically pumped her mouth onto his manhood. She could feel his release approaching, his hips bucking upwards urging her to take a little more of him, and forced her jaws even wider to accommodate him.

Pushing any humiliation she felt aside, Madeline continued to hungrily swallow Aaron's cock, Her mind vaguely aware of the sounds of people and vehicles going by outside the car, leaving her expecting to be discovered at any moment. A thought that simply added to the loathing she felt at surrendering to him where she might be seen.

"Gugggggggg..... Guggggggggggggggg.... Guggggggggggggggg!"

She could feel the telltale signs of his impending eruption; his rapid breathing, fingers twisting in her hair and his heavy balls tightening in readiness. Eager for him to finish she redoubled her efforts, swirling her tongue around the head of his big black cock in an effort to take him over the edge.

"Guggggggggggggggggg.... Gugggggggggggggggggg!"

"Fuck.... yesssssssss!"

With his hand pressing her down, holding her in place, Maddi could do nothing as he thrust upwards and grunted, flooding her mouth with his warm, creamy jism.

Remembering just how much he had cum in the past and not wanting it staining her clothes she kept her lips locked around his manhood, swallowing again and again as he emptied a copious amount of semen down her throat.

Waiting until his climax had completely subsided, Maddi finally released his now flaccid dick from between her lips, working her tongue over the crown to lap up the last droplets.

Sitting up she wiped her hand across her mouth allowing the sense of disgust and self-loathing she had felt to slowly dissipate.

"Bloody hell Mad's, you've got even better since you last did that for me. Your husband's a lucky bastard." Aaron smirked as he zipped himself up.

She looked at him and struggled, trying to remember the last time she had taken her husband in her mouth. It had been something she had withdrawn from their sex life a very long time ago and she had forgotten how much she enjoyed doing it.

Smiling to herself as she tidied herself up Maddi wondered what Jon would say if she told him what had happened? Would he even believe her?

Even though her husband's inflated ego had made him think she would never do something with her black boss, she wondered how he would react if knew the truth?

'What about Aaron? What if he wanted more?'

She started to panic, had she compromised herself with him now.

"This... this was a one off, it can never happen again." She hissed, unsure if she actually meant it.

"Sure." His self-possessed grin caused her stomach to tense, "If that's what you want?"

Swallowing hard she considered his question; just what was it that she did want.

"By the way, you can go ahead with your tutoring thing. Just don't let it impact on your work here."

"Thanks." She mumbled, "I won't."

Driving back in complete silence she tried to forget about how she had reacted to him fingering her and then had, without any argument, sucked his cock. Unable to reconcile her uncertain intentions with her actions she just wanted to get away from him and, immediately they had parked, went to exit his car only for Aaron to pull her back.

"So, when can I take you out for dinner?"

"I said it can't happen again so I really don't think that would be a good idea." She told him unconvincingly.

"Can't we just be two friends going out for dinner to talk about the old times?"

"We both know you mean friends with benefits?" Maddi frowned at him, "And anyway Jon doesn't know that you're my ex."

"Look just think about it." Her boss suggested hopefully, "You can even tell your husband it's a staff meeting or something."

"Thanks for the offer but I'm not interested, so my answer is no." She shook her head and, without saying anything more, walked away.

Struggling to concentrate for the rest of the afternoon all Maddi could think about was what had happened with Aaron and how easily she had given in to him.

'Could she just be friends with him as he suggested or would she want more?'

'How would her husband react if she went to dinner with him?'

Totally confused she left work early and was in the kitchen, preparing dinner, when her husband walked in.

"Hi honey, how was your lunch?" He snickered almost immediately he stepped through the door.

"It... it was ok, I guess."

"So, did you get Aaron to agree to you tutoring young Jayson?"

Putting down the peeler she turned and stared straight at him, "I did but before I tell you about it, do you promise that you won't get mad at me?"

"Why? What did you do?"

"First you have to promise me that you won't be upset with me."

"Ok, ok, I promise... now tell me."

She took a deep breath "I... I was a.... a very naughty girl, I err... I don't know what came over me...."

"Really? Do tell?" He sneered disparagingly.

Hesitantly she related what had transpired in the restaurant's car park, wondering what sort of reaction she would get from him; anger, jealousy of even indifference.

Instead, he just started laughing, "Of course you did Mads, you.... you little slut."

Clearly her attempt to shock him hadn't worked. Was she disappointed or, worse, relieved?

"It seems you're not the least bit angry that your wife allowed another man to finger her or that she...."

"Come on Madeline, why the fuck would he want you when he could have some nubile young thing."

Instead of answering she took a calming breath trying to keep her temper under control.

"So, will Saturday be young Jayson's first session?" Jon continued unconcerned with his wife's confession..

"I expect so, I'll need to arrange it with him." Maddi answered flatly after a moment, "Hopefully he's a quick learner, we only have a few Saturdays until he takes his university test paper."

"And if he isn't, I expect you'll want to spend more time with him?" Her husband asked slyly, "Evenings or whatever?"

"Stop it Jon. There's no point you thinking something is going to happen with Jayson." She glared at him angrily, "I'm old enough to be his mother and he's a student."

"Ok, did anything actually happen with Aaron? Did... did he fuck you maybe?"

"No! And he's not going to." She said, turning her attention to getting their dinner ready, "We had lunch and talked, that's all."

Even as she lied to her husband her mind went back to Aaron asking her to suck him off.

'Why had she done it?'

'Why had she submitted so readily?'

He had always told her she had a gift for giving head but that wasn't it.

She had already done enough to get revenge on her husband when she had let Aaron finger her so that hadn't been a reason either.

Trying not to think of the only other thing it could be she ignored him and focused on what she was doing. However, despite having something to occupy her mind she still couldn't get the answer to her question out of her head.

'She had wanted to do it.'

She was embarrassed over what she had let him do and what she had done to him but there was also a definite tingle of excitement lingering at the back of her mind that scared her.

Her interaction with her former boyfriend had brought back memories of her time at university, before she had met her husband, when along with her best friend at the time Sarah Richards, she had almost exclusively dated black guys.

Then Aaron Vassell had occurred and they had, on more than one occasion, indulged in things that would make even a hardened porn star blush.

Going back to peeling potatoes she was even more confused over what was happening to her. Were her old cravings really surfacing again, especially after being intimate with Aaron?

The next couple of days passed relatively quietly although work became a little more complicated. While she managed to generally avoid contact with Aaron, apart from the odd conversation related to her job, she still had to make arrangements with Jayson.

Wanting to do it sooner rather than later she had caught up with the teenager on the Thursday, just before lunchtime. Spotting his well-built frame heading for the college cafeteria she hurried to catch him up, her husband's words about him having a thing for her appearing unbidden in her head.

"Hello Jayson. I just wanted to let you know I'm free this coming Saturday afternoon to start that tutoring you wanted, if that would suit you?"

"Err yeah.... that would be great Mrs W. What time?"

Even though the youngster tried to keep the smirk off his face he failed, leaving Madeline a little perturbed about what she had agreed to do.

"Can you come over at two o'clock? Then we can spend a couple of hours going over some old papers."

"Will the twins be around?" The teenager asked, "I'll just feel a bit embarrassed if they are."

Maddi smiled reassuringly, "No, Mark will be at work and Niamh is going out shopping with friends. It will just be Jon and myself."

"Perfect, I'll be sure to be there at two." Jayson sounded relieved that she hadn't gone back on her promise, "And thank you so much Mrs W."

'Perhaps he did have a crush on her.'

Walking away she couldn't keep an amused smile off her face; maybe Jon had been right after all when he had said the teenager had a thing for her. However, as far as she was concerned, he was a student and far too young for her.

With the first tutoring session arranged Madeline now had a chance to relax, but for some reason she found herself starting to worry about Jayson's supposed crush on her as well as her own confused feelings about Aaron Vassell.

One way or another she made it through to Friday night, mainly by avoiding her boss and trying to focus on work. Now, clearing up after dinner, she was starting to panic, her stomach clenching whenever she thought about tomorrow.

"You ok honey?" Her husband came up behind her and asked.

"What do you think." She snapped back at him.

Biting back the answer he wanted to give Jon casually changed the subject, "How's work been? Anything interesting happening?"

Shaking her head Madeline glared at him with an expression of undisguised irritation, "Stop! I know what you want to ask me Jon... so just say it."

He shrugged and avoided looking at her, "I just wondered about you and Aaron. Whether you had got up to anything more with him?"

Sighing Maddi rolled her eyes and lied, "I've told you. Nothing happened on Wednesday and it's not going to."

"I know." He snickered, "You're not that sort."

"Well just remember that."

"So, what time's Jayson coming tomorrow."

"Two o'clock and nothing is going to happen with him as either."

He didn't answer and simply smiled knowingly as he turned away.

That night she tossed and turned, wanting to fall asleep but unable to as she found her head filled with all the questions that had been bothering her over the last few days.

Sleeping in the following morning Maddi managed to spend a few hours rushing around tidying up with barely a moment to speak to her husband, until she finished her housework just after one o'clock.

"I'm going to take a shower before Jayson gets here."

"What are you going to wear?" He mocked, "Something sexy?"

They stared at each other for a moment and Madeline couldn't help but see the unspoken disdain for her in his eyes.

"Jeans and a top. Just like I normally would." She answered tersely, "So don't get any ideas."

"As if..." He breathed as she walked out of the door.

Madeline was up in the bedroom, getting dressed after her shower, when the doorbell rang. Glancing at the clock on her bedside table she noticed it said one-forty and realised Jayson was early.

She stood for a moment, listening to the muffled voices from below, taking a breath to calm herself before, feeling more than a little nervous, starting down the stairs.

"Hi Jayson."

"Hey Mrs W. Sorry, I'm a little bit early."

Maddi smiled, the tiny blonde hairs on the back of her arms standing up as she greeted her pupil.

Trying not to think about her husband she collected the papers she had prepared and led the teenager into the living room.

Following a couple of steps behind her she knew he was staring at her backside and she put a little bit of a wiggle into her walk, her heart thumping against her ribs when she heard him close the door behind them. The knowledge that she would be alone with him for the next couple of hours exciting her more than it should.

In fact, it was a little more than two hours later when Maddi sat back in her chair, "I think that's enough for day one, don't you?"

"Well, you've certainly given me quite a bit to think about Mrs W."

"Good. If you work through those last two old exam papers we can go over the answers next week. And please, call me Madeline."

"Will do Mrs W... I mean Madeline and thanks. This afternoon has really helped."

"Same time next week?" She asked as walked him to the door.

"Yeah, 2 o'clock. I'll try to be on time."

Surprising her he gave her a brief hug, his fingers caressing down her back and momentarily brushing lightly across her bottom before he stepped back.

"Bye Madeline."

Stunned by the sudden familiarity she found herself lost for words, her pulse rate jumping alarmingly at the caress, "B... bye Jayson."

Closing the door behind him she leant back against it and took a breath, relieved that the session was over and confused by her reaction to his touch.

Remembering what her husband had said about the black teenager having a crush on her, she had spent the whole two hours on edge, very aware of the lustful way he had looked at her when he thought she wouldn't notice.

The shameless way his eyes had roamed up and down her body while she pretended to be busy had sent am unwanted thrill through her and left her knickers sodden.

Then there had been the hug.

If she hadn't been turned on before, the feel of his hand on her backside, albeit briefly, had sent a wave of unexpected arousal through her.

"Coffee?" She jumped when her husband spoke to her from the kitchen doorway.

"Please."

"How did it go?" He looked at her quizzically.

"Err... fine, we... we got a lot done."

"I bet you did?" He smirked, "Are you convinced that he has a crush on you now?"

Madeline sighed inwardly noticing the look in his eyes, "It's just a silly teenage boy thing. I've told you more than once... nothing is going to happen."

"Of course not." Jon said sarcastically, "Why would a lad like him want a boring old lady like you."

Following her husband into the kitchen her mind drifted back to the touch. She knew it hadn't been accidental, the teenager had quite deliberately groped her, and she had enjoyed it.

She decided to say nothing to her husband, knowing how he would react and what he would start to imagine might happen. The last thing she needed was for him to start getting jealous and angry over nothing.

For the next few weeks Maddi continued the tutoring sessions with Jayson while, at the same time, trying her hardest to stay away from Aaron. Their paths crossed during the course of the working day but apart from that she declined all his invitations to have lunch or dinner with him.

While nothing untoward took place with either man she also found that she was distancing herself even more from her husband as the feelings and needs she had recently started to experience continued to grow.

Constantly questioning her own desires she tried, again and again, to make some sort of decision as to what she actually wanted, without reaching any sort of conclusion.

Enjoying her time alone with the teenager she didn't do anything to actively encourage him but, at the same time, she also did nothing to discourage his rather inexperienced advances.

Emboldened by the lack of any objection from her Jayson quickly became more obvious in the way he paid attention to her, his flirting becoming quite blatant while his looks were no longer furtive. However, it was the, now almost mandatory, hug at the end of each session that she really found herself looking forward to.

She should have said something, stopped it before it really got started but she didn't. Instead, pressing up against him she allowed his hands to wander freely, spending longer each time caressing her rear and, on more than one occasion, having a furtive feel of her side boob as well.

"You've been getting quite cosy with young Jayson. Are you sure nothing's going on?" Her husband asked as she closed the door on the teenager one afternoon, taking her by surprise.

"What do you mean? Were you spying on me?"

"Just keeping an eye on you." Jon chuckled, clearly feeling superior, "I couldn't help but notice that whenever he leaves, he hugs you and cops a feel of your arse."

"Getting jealous are you?"

"Why would I." He grinned contemptuously, "It just proves you're no different to me despite all your prudish airs and graces."

"Well make the most of it, it's his last session on Saturday. His entrance test is the following week so that's all you're going to be seeing... me tutoring him."

Jon smiled smugly and shrugged before walking away.

It was almost a relief when the last session was over and done with without Jayson being in any way inappropriate.

"When is the entrance exam?" Maddi asked once she had escorted him to the front door.

"Tuesday morning."

"And you get the result when?"

"I can call and get it on Friday, after 3 p. m."

"You will let me know how it goes won't you?"

"Sure. I'll call round on Friday as soon as I find out and you can tell me where I went wrong." The black teenager laughed.

"You'll be fine."

"If I am it's all down to you Madeline."

Pulling him into the now familiar hug she clung to him as he dropped his hand down onto her backside, blatantly groping her bottom and making no attempt to disguise what he was doing.

Closing her eyes Maddi let him touch her, squirming slightly in his grasp, until his fingers slid up her body to caress the side of her breast.

"I think that's enough Jayson." She said softly, letting go off him and stepping back.

"Oh, sorry Mrs W.... I didn't mean to..."

"It's ok." Madeline bit her bottom lip shyly and whispered, "I really didn't mind."

"I... I'll see you next Friday then." He grinned.

"Good luck with the test." Kissing him on the cheek she closed the door behind him and, shutting her eyes, leant back against it.

She had almost let Jayson go too far and touch her more intimately than she intended, until she had suddenly panicked and stopped him.

'Did she want him to go further?'

'What would have happened if she hadn't stopped him?'

Standing there two conflicting schools of thought wrestled for dominance in her mind.

"Almost got carried away didn't you?" Her husband's condescending tone interrupted her pondering and she straightened up, opening her eyes as she did.

"Still spying on me Jon.... Is that how you're getting your jolly's these days."

Snarling her reply she shouldered him aside, ignoring his self-satisfied expression, and headed up the stairs away from anything else he might say...