Vanessa nervously sat in her pottery classroom, doodling shapes on the spiral notebook in front of her. At 45 years old, she was making some drastic changes in her life; she had always been a typical “good girl”; a church going wife and mother married to her high school sweetheart, now some of that was about to change. These changes had been coming for years; the combination of her kids growing up, the cultural shift of their church, and a growing disenchantment with her daily life had caused her untold anxiety and fear. When she had confided to her husband about how she felt he revealed he had the same feelings; they did couples counselling, worked through things together and started changing their lives.

They left the church, they found new hobbies and interests, she started teaching pottery at the local community college, and they opened up their marriage. They had always had an enjoyable sex life and as they opened themselves to new experiences out in the world they opened themselves up in their bedroom. At first it was new sexual acts that they had been raised to believe were sinful; a variety of positions, oral, anal, public play, among others. It had felt so good, so right, but still they both yearned for more and that’s when the idea of an open marriage was introduced.

After months of discussion, agreeing to the rules, and ensuring they were equally on board they had agreed to it. Her husband, Dan, had been on a couple of dates using an app, but Vanessa, while happy to explore her sexual options, found apps depressing. She had gone to bars and danced, and flirted, and even made out with some other men but hadn’t quite clicked enough to have sex with one. That was until she met Ryan. He was enrolled in her pottery class, a recent divorcee and father of two who was looking to make new friends. He was age-appropriately handsome, soft blue eyes and a typical dad bod, greying hair showing his 40 years of age; but it was his sense of humor and easy going way that really made Vanessa interested in him.

Their final class was yesterday and there would be a couple of weeks off before the next class started; no one would be around and Vanessa knew it was the perfect time to see if Ryan felt about her as she felt about him. Her medium-length light brown hair was styled with gentle curls, she was wearing a form fitting dress that was long enough to seem modest at first glance, but its tightness on her curves showed off her body and her full breasts made any neckline immodest. She jumped slightly as she heard the light tap, looking up she saw Ryan standing in the doorway, knocking on the door jam.

She smiled at him, he was wearing a smart polo and khaki pants, practically the uniform of a dad in their town. “Come on in,” she motioned for him to join her, “Get the door behind you.”

Ryan smiled nervously as he closed the door and entered the room, “I haven’t been called in after class in over 20 years,” he quipped trying not to stare at the beautiful woman.

Vanessa smiled, “I just wanted to know how you found the class? You’re older than most of my students so I want to make sure I met your ... needs.” She said as she slightly adjusted herself ensuring her cleavage was on full display.

Gulping slightly, Ryan replied, “Yeah ... it was great, you were great, I learned a lot about pots.” He hoped the sudden blood flow away from his head wasn’t noticeable as the beautiful teacher’s breasts heaved under her dress. He hadn’t been with anyone since his divorce and couldn’t be sure if she was flirting or just friendly. The whole time he had been in her class she had always taken time to speak with him, to touch his shoulder or arm as he worked, but he had always assumed it was to correct his work and show him how to do it right. Now, behind closed doors in this empty class room he wondered and hoped if it might be more.