Peter Jensen - A husband_s hobby

Natalie sighed inwardly. At least Jason couldn't have told anybody during the hike. But her husband's next question caught her off-guard.

"What did you think of the boy I sent for the book, Nat?" he asked, apparently unaware of her uneasiness.

"The… um… you mean Jason Powell?" the teacher stammered. Why is he asking? Does he suspect?

"Yeah… nice looking kid, isn't he?" Mark commented absently. "He looks a little bit like St-Stuart Brooks…"

Natalie's lovely face drained of all color. Mark did know! It was impossible, but it was the only explanation… Why would he talk about Jason and Stuart both at the same time?

But how, oh God, how could he know? It had only been a scant fifteen minutes since the embarrassing episode in the Camp Director's office, and Mark had been out on a hike all afternoon. Dear God!

Mark continued almost without hesitation. "Seeing old Stu again after ten years has really brought back some memories. Stu used to be pretty wild, you know, and he thought I was some kind of priest…" He looked up from where he was sitting on the bed and smiled ironically at his young, beautiful wife. "I guess you think I'm some kind of priest, too, don't you, dear?" His clear green eyes were sad as he spoke, almost as if he was apologizing to her for something.

The black-haired woman felt herself close to tears. How could she allow it? How could she let Mark apologize to her, after all she had done this afternoon? It was almost as if she was deliberately flaunting their mutual agreement to try to work out their problem. She was the one who should be apologizing to him.

But not yet… it was too soon… Maybe he had started talking about Jason and Stuart out of coincidence, rather than from some deliberate plan. Natalie turned away from her husband's sad smile and looked out the small window into the clearing. Already groups of hastily-scrubbed boys were lining up outside the mess hall with their group leaders, anxiously waiting for the dinner gong to sound. Natalie recognized one or two of the fresh young faces she had in class, but the only name that was in her mind was Jason Powell. Shaking her head sadly, the young teacher turned back to see her husband wrapping a towel around himself.

"I'm going down to take a shower, honey… See you at dinner!"

Natalie nodded. It was still hot outside even though it was almost 6 PM, so she didn't bother to change out of her shorts into something warmer. Besides, maybe if she hurried she could catch Jason Powell alone for a minute or two, and explain to him why their little encounter would have to remain a secret forever.

Natalie Jenkins surveyed the twelve new faces of her second week's students. Among them, she immediately picked out Jason Powell, but he smiled innocently when she called his name, not even hinting that he had ever met her before.

Phew, the teacher sighed to herself. At least the boy was mature enough to realize how dangerous it would have been to brag to his friends about his prior association with the young instructor. Nevertheless, the twelve boys in her new class were all members of her husband's hiking group, and their comments were predictably appropriate.

"Shit, you mean she's married to Mark?" a small blond boy named Bobby Farris whispered to the boy next to him.

"I guess so," shrugged the other adolescent, a tall Irish youth named Dennis O'Malley. "Why don't you ask old Jason… he saw Mrs. Jenkins last week, remember? When he took so long getting that book for Mark?"

"Oh, yeah," Bobby replied, turning to his other side.

Natalie controlled the urge to blush as she distinctly heard the whispered exchange, but a remark from the other side of the room startled her.

"Well, hell, man, I'd take a long time with Mrs. Jenkins, too!"

It came from a mature-looking dark-haired fourteen year old, and Natalie had to consult her roll-book to learn that he was Rich Simmons. His assertion was met with stifled guffaws from the teenagers surrounding him, but apparently the two youths who had prompted the remark didn't hear it.

"What's that, man?" Bobby asked aloud. "What're you dudes laughing at?"

"You, man," Rich replied. "You're thick… like, you can't even see what's right in front of your face…"

Right in front of his face, Bobby Farris saw the provocative profile of the young 3-R's teacher. He fell immediately silent, shrinking back into his desk as he saw the look of harsh consternation cross the beautiful woman's features.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am," he mumbled politely.

Natalie nodded her acknowledgment and rapped on her desk for attention. "Boys! Boys!" she said crisply. "The bell has rung, and we're wasting precious time. Now either settle down and be quiet, or some of you are going to have to miss your afternoon hike…"

The twelve teenagers gradually hushed, turning their eyes to the wife of their camp counselor and nature guide. Just seeing Mark's wife filled them with a new, undefined respect for him, that such a mild-mannered man as Mr. Jenkins could be married to such a sexy-looking woman. Their minds weren't exactly on their studies as she explained how the individualized lessons would be conducted, but they all set to work almost immediately, in an unconscious desire to please the gorgeous, almost Goddess-like young teacher.

That afternoon, Mark Jenkins smiled to himself when he met his group of young campers and noticed how quiet they were compared to last week. He knew they had met his wife in the morning, and he understood how they might be mesmerized by her voluptuous lush appearance. It took him awhile to ease the youths back into the real world, and then he was privately pleased by their admiring comments.

"Jesus Christ, did you see them boobs?"

"Shit yeah, man… old Mark must really get a mouthful…"

"Holy fuck, her ass is so round… I could almost touch it when she was bending over to get that chalk!"

"Aw, knock it off, I know you were trying to look down her blouse!"

It went on that way all afternoon. Mark was barely able to keep his young charges' minds on their activities, even though they were planning the tree-house they would get to build later on in the week. It was then that he hit on the idea of letting his group spend a whole day with his wife, instead of just the half-day they were assigned. It would give him an opportunity to be alone for awhile during the best part of the day, and it would give the teenagers a chance to let their prurient interest in his wife run its course.

Adolescent infatuation was something Mark Jenkins saw all the time in his biology classes in the city. Usually, it was a young girl or a group of girls who developed a crush on one of the male teachers, but in Natalie's case, the reverse was always happening. The biology teacher wasn't jealous or even worried particularly, probably because he had gotten so used to it in his year of marriage to the beautiful Natalie. The way to get over a crush was to let it run itself out, and his youthful charges would be back to normal a lot sooner if they spent a whole day with his wife.

That evening, he presented the idea to Natalie. He was surprised that she seemed so apprehensive about the plan, and he was about to abandon it when she threw herself across the bed as if she was going to cry.

"Darling… What's wrong?" he asked in alarm.

But the young woman was trapped in a whirlpool of confusion. Should she tell him? Should she admit that there was a youngster in that class who had only last week driven his long, hard cock right up between her legs? How could she explain to her own husband how the very sight of that group of young boys sent her pussy to palpitating with unfulfilled expectation? It was unnatural, perverted, and wrong! And she just couldn't face feeling that way for a whole, uninterrupted day.