The Lesson

By

B.J. Frazier

Copyright 2022. All rights reserved

Published by B.J. Frazier Publications, LLC

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The Lesson

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This book contains erotic fiction with graphic sex and is intended for mature readers only.

My sincere and devoted thanks go to Thomas Antonson for his editing acumen and his uncanny ability to understand which word I really meant to use.

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The Lesson

Belinda Rogers taught high school English for twenty-three years... and had a dungeon for seven.

But she never mixed the two.

Until recently.

An intriguing opportunity fell into her lap, and she felt a little devilish.

Belinda always put her students first and was a friend to all. Her days were filled with teaching, volunteering, coaching, and listening.

She never had time for a husband and certainly not any children of her own.

But that didn’t prevent her from having sex. And a lot of it.

Being sexually progressive didn’t mesh with her do-good persona, so Belinda--Miss B to her students--kept it hidden. She traveled alone to different countries and slept with whomever she wanted.

After being frisked at TSA and having her BDSM toys displayed, Miss B got creative. She always had a bag ready to go with clothespins, a wooden spoon, a couple of hangers, an old set of Matchbox cars, and a thick, hardcover book; either the bible or a thesaurus.

The goodies came in handy during a three-hour layover in Toronto. She walked into an airport pub in her typical travel attire: black leggings, a light grey tank top and an open, white cardigan that went past her bottom. That day, she had grey, over-the-calf suede boots that stopped just short of her knee. They laced in the back and had tassels on the side.

As she surveyed the liquor selection, she ran a hand through her long, dark brown hair. She’d perfected the move years ago. As she played with her hair, she glanced around the restaurant.

And she found him.

A businessman in a booth toward the back. His suit looked as tired as he did. Belinda determined him to be around forty, married with kids, and primed for a taking.

He openly gawked. She ignored him.

“Sitting at the bar?” the bartender asked.

“Not today, thanks.”

“Then a waitress will seat you, and she can get you a drink... unless you need one now?”

“I’ll wait, thanks.”

Belinda walked to the hostess stand and requested a booth near the back. She sat facing the man but continued to ignore him as she stretched her neck and shoulders from side to side--the universal message for “I need a massage”.

She studied the menu until her drink arrived. Then she pretended to look around for the first time. When caught, the man quickly looked away but sheepishly returned his gaze. Belinda lifted her glass in the air. “Here’s to layovers, eh?”

He smiled and raised his drink. “Gotta love ‘em.”

“Is your wife with you?” Belinda asked, noting his wedding band.

“No. Business trip. You?”

“I don’t have a wife.”

He smiled and nodded. “Right. Where you headed?”

“I hate eating alone. Why don’t you join me, and I’ll answer.” She flashed a grin that sealed the deal.

“I’m Carl,” he said, walking to her table.

And that’s how she snagged her prey.

Married men were easier once she acknowledged they were married. They lied to themselves by thinking that nothing would ever happen. Plus, they told themselves that it was rather charitable to keep her company as she ate.

Belinda smiled through some small-talk before diving head-first into the taboo.

“Do you still enjoy fucking your wife, Carl?”

She asked the question as he took a drink. She always hoped for the guy to spit it out, but they never did. Carl didn’t, either. But he did choke.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

Carl did his best to control his coughing, not wanting to look like an idiot in front of the beautiful woman who talked about sex. “Yeah, yeah,” he gasped, red in the face.

“I figure, we only have a limited time, and we’ll never see each other again. Why don’t we talk about something substantial.”

“Right.”

“So do you?”

“Excuse me?”

“Enjoy fucking your wife?” she prompted.

“Oh. Right.” He nodded. “I’m a married man.” He waved his ring finger. “Any sex we get is enjoyable, right?” He laughed and looked down, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

Belinda shrugged. “You’d be surprised the answers I get.”

Carl looked at her. “Actually, I probably wouldn’t be. You’re very easy to talk to. And, as you say, it’s just a chance meeting. Honesty’s probably easier to do with a stranger.”

“You wanna try your answer again?” she smiled.

He sucked his lip and stared at her. “Are you some kinda sex fairy?”

Belinda laughed. “I’ve never been asked that before. I like it. Yeah, I’m Belinda the Sex Fairy.”

“Do you grant wishes?”

“This is my game, Carl, and you’ve yet to answer the question. From all your squirming and diverting, I’d guess your secret is fairly kinky.”

He watched her bite into her burger, wipe her mouth and take a long drink. She didn’t look at him the entire time.

“You’re good, I’ll give you that,” he finally said.

“You don’t know that yet.” Her stare challenged him.

He shook his head. “I honestly have no idea why I’m gonna tell you this but here goes. We hardly have sex anymore since the kids. My big evening at the hotel tonight is gonna be me and some porn. And I’m gonna think about picking someone up at the hotel bar and what I want her to do to me. And then I’ll get off... and go to sleep.”

She stared at him through another bite and drink, forcing him to speak again. “You ever hear that before? You think I’m scum?”

“Tell me what this bar-lady does to you, Carl,” she ordered, ignoring his questions.

He inhaled, held it for a beat, then let it out slowly. “Fuck it. She takes me back to her room, where we get hot and heavy. Then she throws me on my stomach on the bed, rips off my belt and spanks my bare ass. She calls me a dirty and nasty boy before she rolls me over and fucks me, making herself come a coupla times.” He spoke to the table. When he was done, he took a nervous peek at Belinda.

“And then what?” she asked.

“Then she leaves.”

“She doesn’t return the favor?”

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