Adultery Life After We by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Don't you ... um ... have to see Jasmine?" Jen hesitantly asked.

"She's in London," Mike said with a shrug. Jasmine was always traveling on assignments. "I want to Jen, it's good getting to know Anna."

"Well ... okay," Jen finally agreed.

Beekman High college was having an open house that evening for potential new students and their parents. Nancy (the principal) thought it would be a good opportunity for Mike to meet everyone. Mike spent a couple hours talking with faculty and parents.

Unlike Jasmine's get-togethers, Mike had a pleasant time. He could relate to teachers, they were academics like himself. The parents weren't as much fun to talk to, but for the most part he was with other teachers the entire time and they ran interference for him.

As he chatted, Mike had one eye on Nancy. She wasn't wearing a slinky dress like in San Francisco. But she definitely looked good in her blouse and knee length skirt. She definitely looked good in high heels.

With his trained eye, Mike judged Nancy to be about 34-26-36. She was maybe 5'7", although the high heels made her taller. She was slim, probably only around 125 pounds. She had a pretty, youthful face for her years (Mike knew she was 51 from the college's bio of her), and her short auburn hair and green eyes gave her a mischievous look.

Nancy exuded sexuality. Mike saw other men (teachers and dads) checking Nancy out, so he wasn't the only one to think so. In a way, Nancy was an older version of Jen.

Mike wondered if she had fucked that younger guy in San Francisco. Was she cheating on her husband? Or did she have her husband's blessings to fool around?

Nancy was wearing a simple string of pearls. It was a classy look and matched her green eyes. But Mike couldn't help imagining that young guy in San Francisco fucking Nancy's married pussy and then cumming on her tits, giving her a string of sperm pearls. Or was Nancy the kind of girl who liked men to cum inside her?

Mike shook his head, trying to reign in his imagination. She was his principal for god's sake! Her meeting with that younger man was probably innocent, he was probably just a colleague she was catching up with. But that guy had been practically fondling her ass. They hadn't looked like platonic friends, they looked like lovers in heat.

"So how is it going?" Nancy asked him a little later.

"Good," Mike said, trying to hide his awkwardness with talking to Nancy after having his earlier carnal thoughts. "I thought I'd get more criticism over Liberty-gate. I think half the country still thinks I'm a traitor."

"And half the country thinks you're a hero, including me and the faculty," Nancy said giving him an encouraging smile. She laughed and joked, "We're all bleeding heart liberals here." Getting more serious she said "The parents are open-minded, they send their kids to Beekman to get a global education. Even if they don't agree with you, they're excited to have you here." She laughed and said "Now they have something new to talk about at their dinner parties."

Mike smiled. He liked Nancy.

Just then a man walked up. Mike remembered him from when he interviewed. He was Nancy's husband, although they'd never been formally introduced. He definitely was not that man from San Francisco.

Nancy seemed to read Mike's thoughts. She looked anxious and nervously said "Oh ah, honey, this is Mike Andrews, our new math teacher. Mike, this is my husband Mac."

Mike smiled and shook Mac's hand. They exchanged some friendly small talk. Mac was diplomatic enough not to discuss Liberty-gate. Mike was discreet enough not to mention San Francisco.

Mac was an older man, around Nancy's age (which made sense since they were married). He didn't have the looks or physique of the young guy in San Francisco. That guy looked like a GQ model. Mac looked like an average middle aged man.

"I'll see you at home honey," Mac said to Nancy. He gave her an affectionate kiss on the cheek and then left the big auditorium.

"Thanks for not saying anything," Nancy whispered to Mike. She looked relieved.

Nancy's thank you confirmed Mike's suspicions. She HAD cheated on Mac with that younger man! He whispered "No worries, it's none of my business." Thinking his words too gruff, he added "I'm not judging you. You know, glass houses."

Nancy tilted her head, intrigued. She knew Mike had split from his wife. "Is that why you divorced?" she asked.

"Jen didn't cheat on me," Mike said. Deep inside, that was what Mike thought. Jen hadn't cheated with Drums, it was part of the game. It had just been too much.

"Then what do you mean by glass houses?" Nancy asked.

"It's a long story," Mike said with a sheepish smile.

Nancy hesitated and then said "I love my husband, I couldn't live without him. It's just ...."

"I get it," Mike said.

"Maybe you can tell me your story sometime," Nancy said.

Mike nodded. He said "I'd like to hear your story too."

They smiled at each other, like new friends sharing a secret.

When Jen got home from work the next day, Mike was feeding Anna. "I made you that," Mike said motioning to a plate of sliced vegetables and cheese. "I thought you might be hungry, before your date."

"Oh ... thanks," Jen said awkwardly. "This is weird," she thought. She nibbled on a piece of cheese. Mike had opened a chilled bottle of white wine too. She poured herself a glass. "Want one?" she asked.

"No thanks, I got this for later," he said. There was a bottle of Highland Park scotch on the table. "I'll only drink one, in case Anna wakes up," he assured her.

"It's okay Mike, I trust you," she said. "Um ... I guess I should get ready." She took the wine and another piece of cheese and went into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Jen showered, then did her hair and makeup. She thought about what to wear. Clint was taking her to dinner at a posh club, to meet some of his clients and friends. She should wear something slinky and dressy, like a little black dress. But ...

She pulled on one of her new low rise skinny jeans, and then a black top. Stepping into black stiletto heels, she knew she was a little underdressed, but in New York it was acceptable to be stylishly chic.

The top had long sleeves. It was almost off-the-shoulder and had a daring scoop front. As a result, it showed a lot of cleavage. It was also pretty clear she was braless. She knew Clint would love it.

She went out to the living room and played with Anna. She could feel Mike's eyes on her but pretended not to notice.

As Anna's attention turned to her toys, Jen got up and looked through the mail. She took her time, reading every letter (even junk mail).

As Jen studied her mail, Mike took the opportunity to look at her chest. Her thin, tight blouse left little to the imagination. She was clearly braless, her blouse hugging her perky, upturned breasts. Her tits were clearly bigger than he remembered, a lingering benefit of her pregnancy. He felt himself growing hard.

Finished reading, Jen tossed the mail onto the counter. She got on her knees and bent at the waist to play a game with Anna. She felt her thong ride up her ass but again she pretended not to notice.

Mike was behind Jen, his eyes on her curvy ass in those tight jeans. She was showing a lot of skin between her jeans and blouse. He saw the T of her lacy black thong peeking above her jeans.

And above the thong, just above the swell of her ass, there was a tattoo.

Mike put on his jacket. He wasn't cold, but it helped to hide his erection. His throat dry, he asked "You got a tattoo?"

"In Vegas," Jen said nonchalantly, continuing to play with Anna.