I walked into work the next morning with a glow on my face. Sex with my wife Jayden had been so amazing last night. And this morning, we both woke up a little early to have the best morning sex I ever had. Part of why it was so exciting was because Jayden put her hair into pig-tails and started calling me Mr. Johns just like my students, and then started role-playing as an innocent little school-girl asking if the sex we were having was gonna her an A+ on the big test. Her little role-play and just body in general got me so freaking hard, that I had the biggest ejaculation of my life into her hot body. I taught my classes and did my usual daily routine with so much ease, and felt so relaxed throughout the entire day. That is, until it was time for me to tutor Maya.

I had made it into the classroom before Maya did, but when she walked into the room: everything stopped. My head froze as I saw Maya walking into the room wearing a tight black t-shirt that revealed some of her cleavage along with her belly button, high black stockings, and a brown skirt with buttons that only went about an inch down from her lower butt. I then shook my head quickly, and I began to talk with Maya with the usual pleasantries. I was trying so hard to keep my cool, trying so hard to think about just the task of the day, trying so hard to treat this like a normal everyday situation. And for a short time, it felt like it was working... until Maya asked if she could share a song she had been practicing.

As I sat in a students' seat in the front row, I watched as Maya sat at the piano near my desk with her legs crossed as she said, "Since I enjoy art, I decided to sing a song about art by Rufus Wainwright." Then Maya began to play the piano, while with the voice of angel she sang, "There I was in uniform, looking at the art teacher. I was just a girl then; Never have I loved since then. He was not that much older than I was. He had taken our class to the Metropolitan Museum. He asked us what our favorite work of art was; but never could I tell it was him. Oh, I wish I could tell him. Oh, I wish I could have told him." However as Maya sang, she began to look directly at me with this warm seductive look in her eyes. Not wanting to make long-term eye contact with her, I glanced down only to realize Maya has uncrossed her legs, giving me a view of her white panties. I then looked back up trying to keep my cool, as Maya continued to sing, "I looked at the Rubens and Rembrandts. I liked the John Singer Sargents. He told me he liked Turner. Never have I turned since then. No, never have I turned to any other man."

Then as Maya continued to sing, she stood and began to lean forward exposing more of her cleavage. Then she raised one leg up, bent her knee, and put one foot on the chair allowing me to see her panties again. I was beginning to sweat. Was my music student trying to seduce me? I mean, this could be just a mis-understanding. Maya may have just picked this song because it sounded catchy on the radio, she might've never been told about proper etiquette protocol in how to stand and sit while singing, and maybe she... Oh God, her panties are from the Victoria's Secret Catalogue Summer Collection. She really is coming onto me. It then finally dawned on me that Maya was giving me the same seductive face my wife always gives me, while she sang, "Here I am in this uniformish, pant-suit sort of thing, thinking of the art teacher. I was just a girl then. Never have I loved since then. No, never have I loved any other man."

In that moment, I wanted to do so much to Maya. But before I even entertained that fantasy, I immediately grabbed my coat and said, "Your vocals have become excellent Maya. However I just remembered I have to get home to do something important with my wife." Then I saw Maya become more bolder in her sexual advances right before my eyes as she pulled at the bottom of her shirt a it, exposing more of her cleavage as she said in a longing tone, "Aw, that's too bad. I didn't know you were married though." As I put my coat on I said, "Yep. For a few years now." Then I watched as Maya sat in a chair, and began to put a leg up as she said, "Well since you've been lucky in romance, maybe you can give me some pointers one day in what finding someone who makes you happy looks and feels like." I could feel my face turning red as I said, "Maybe. Have a good evening Maya."

I then bolted out the door fighting so hard against my sexual instincts as I did. As I got into my car and drove home, so many fantasies I was trying to repress while looking at Maya began to emerge into my head. I wanted so badly to lock the door of that classroom and take the virginity of that little girl right on my desk. Or maybe we should've done it in a coat closet. Or even hotter: we could've sneaked into the locker room and had sex right in the shower. Or I could've brought Maya to my car and had sex with her in the back seat. But no, we live in the city; we'd be bound to be caught. I know, I could bring her into my car, and bring her back home to have sex. Although Jayden always gets home before me. Oh, we could have a hot three-way with my wife and...

Then I slapped my own face as I told myself: No! Maya is one of my students. This isn't some TV character, celebrity, or some person in a picture you don't know. This is a real thirteen year old girl, and sexual advances with her could destroy your life. I needed to stop thinking about these fantasies my brain was coming up with, in terms of how I could have sex with Maya. I mean, I knew my wife would indeed find this all very hot once I told her about it. I mean she would probably find Maya attractive if I brought her home wearing that outfit she had on today. In fact, I could easily picture Maya coming to my home to surprise me, my wife catching her, but then my wife would find Maya so attractive, that she'd start fooling around with Maya before me, and when I got home, I'd be surprised to see my wife was hiding this sexy blonde thirteen year old in my room for us to have a three-way with and... No! No, no, no. I had to stop thinking these thoughts.

I then got home, opened the door, and said, "Jayden, I'm home!" I entered my home to see no one. This was surprising since I usually saw Jayden cooking around this time of day. However I knew she had to be home since I saw her car outside. Then suddenly I heard the sound of a woman giggling from the bedroom. I curiously stepped towards the bedroom and said, "Jayden?" I was starting to feel more confused, and concerned now. The giggling sound I heard was faint, but it didn't sound like Jayden's. It actually sounded a bit like...

"Hey David!" Jayden exclaimed to me as she quickly stepped out of the bedroom and closed the door behind her immediately. Jayden was wearing a pink bath robe, but hadn't tied it very tight around her body, allowing me to see plenty of her cleavage, and quickly deduced that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Feeling confused I asked, "Jayden, is everything okay? I thought I heard a sound from the bedroom and wasn't sure it was you." Then Jayden made an excited grin as she said, "It wasn't. You see... honey, you've worked so hard and provided so much for the two of us, that I thought: tonight, you deserve something very special." Jayden then slowly opened the door to the bedroom, as I quickly realized there was another figure in the bedroom. My eyes quickly realized it was a woman wearing a pink bath robe with her back turned to me, thus the only physical features I could currently see on her was her light pale skin and her... long... blonde... hair. Then suddenly I felt a huge dose of anxiety and panic overtake me, as I heard a seductive voice from the figure say, "Why hello Mr. Johns..."

TO BE CONTINUED...