While I was driving home I just listened to her tell me about her life, but she was getting deeper and deeper into detail about the things she wished for in her life, I just nodded and added a few confirmation words for her to know I was paying attention, knowing she was also a bit tipsy I just wanted her to feel comfortable. But suddenly she started talking about things I never expected to hear from her. “I need excitement in my life, I’m tired of the same cycle and monotonous lifestlye, I had a great time tonight and I actually felt good…” her hand slowly reached for my thigh, as I put my hand down to stop her, but she didn’t let me, “What are you.. whats going on?” I asked, “Listen, youre a man now,” she gripped my arm and placed it back on the wheel as her hand reached for my thigh again, rubbing it up and down, “we can cut the shit and stop the nice guy chats and you can just say whats on your mind you little shit. I know what you want, I see the way you look at me and check me out, or you think I’m dumb?” she gripped me hard and her nails brushed over my jeans exactly over my crotch, which was already growing in excitement and nerves. I had no words, I kept driving and for once I was stuck on what to say. “Thats what I thought,” she continued, “Now you don’t want to admit it-“ “Yes I want it” I cut her off, “you’re beautiful and I’ve been fantasizing about you since the day we saw eachother.” What the fuck did I just say, I thought to myself, probably the worst answer I could’ve came up with. I looked at her from the corner of my eye as I kept the wheel steady on the road and her hand reached for my zipper. She was smirking and let a slight giggle, it almost sounded evil. She shuffled around my crotch until she unzipped my jeans, followed by the release of my button. 7 mins. read the GPS, I didn’t know what to do, I was still stuck. She spread my jeans out revealing my Calvin Kleins, along with a bulge that would surprise any girl my age. She grabbed it and gave it a slow rub over the underwear, no words had been said since my stupid response about fantasizing about her. “Wha- what about your husband?” Another stupid question, I kept hating myself every time I opened my mouth. “He’s a loser, he can’t get himself to work even if he prayed for it. We’ve both been wanting a moment like this for a while.” Both? I thought, my confusion and nerves grew even bigger, “What do you mean both?” She let out a laugh, “You young kids, this is exactly why I want this. So naïve and clueless. Take me home. You got work to do.” My confusion intensified and my mind fogged, so much that I never noticed her cold hand on my cock until I looked down and she was stroking me with her nails gracing my balls. As I took the last turn and drove down the dark street my GPS said arrived. I had no idea what was going to happen, maybe that was it. She’d get out of the car and we would probably never bring this up again. Just a drunk moment. My thoughts got disrupted by her voice, “you’re going to come in with me. You’re going to tell my husband everything that you’ve fantasized about with me, to the last line.” My throat knotted and my heart fell to my stomach. I was doomed with no way out. We walked in and I was welcomed by the smell of cinnamon and wood, the A/C definitely colded than usual for the summer especially late at night like this. The temperature change made me shiver, or were those nerves? I looked to my left and there was a man, close to her age but visibly aged a bit more than Mrs. Miller. “Who do we have here?” were the first words out of his mouth. “Shoes” she mumbled as I took a step towards her husband, quickly I turned around and placed them next to the door, I closed my eyes and hoped my life didn’t end today. “This is Jeremy,” she continued, “a former student of mine, isn’t it crazy how time flies by? All grown up, out of college and with all these tattos. I’m sure all the girls love to check them out.” Just like you were Mrs. Miller, rubbing up on me at the bar, I thought to myself. “Yeah, haha, nice to meet you.. Mr.. Miller, I just brought your wife home because she asked for a ride,” I reached to shake his hand, “we had a few drinks with our team and her ride left, so I’m glad I was good to drive and get her home safe.” He took my hand and gave it a firm shake. “No worries, have a seat, Scotch?” Oh fuck, “I’m actually okay, I have to head out it’s late I should just go home, had enough drinks for today!” I tried to make it a joke, but he didn’t seem to have much of a reaction. “Don’t you worry kid, we have enough space for you to stay, don’t want you driving out at night anymore, just sit back, accept my offer. But first I must ask, are you even old enough to drink?” He followed my comedic work, automatically feeling a bit more relaxed I held back a smile and just answered “22, sir”. It was just him and I in the living room, having very little of a conversation when she came back in from the kitchen, bottle of whiskey in one hand along with 3 glasses full of ice, “So J, tell my husband, what was it that happened in the car?” Boom. I was just starting to forget why I was here in the first place. He looked at me somewhat confused, intrigued on what I was going to say, “Wha-? In, in the car, well we just had a nice drive talking about life and the things we wished were different.” Keep it cool J. “Right, that was a conversation, but what happened?” She insisted, the ice in Mr. Millers cup swerved around as he took a sip of the dark liquor. “Well, Mrs. Miller… she told me about her wanting some, more excitement in her life… and uh, as I drove, she actually touched me a little, just rubbed my leg and stuff..” he put his glass down, finished his gulp and looked over at her, unable to read his expressions I did not know what was about to happen. “Is he being serious?” He asked, maintaining eye contact with her. I knew she had fucked up, I should’ve never accepted coming in and just ran away. “Yes, he actually is, I took his cock out of his pants and stroked him all the way home.” Lady, what are you doing I thought. After what felt like a year long silence, he smirked and looked over at me, “How do those claws feel on you boy? Did you expect your old teacher to be such a whore?” My heart dropped for the 5th time that evening. I took a sip of my drink trying to keep it together, my bulge once again creeping in my jeans, “She was great, but I wouldn’t call her such a whore since she didn’t fit it in her mouth.” Right on Jeremy. Its fair game now.