The service finished, the priest acknowledged Sal as he left the altar. First to leave was an older busty woman who I'd seen around town. Her clothes were expensive, and she was dripping in jewellery. I had seen her drive a Mercedes SL convertible around town, usually with a teenage boy in the car. I don't know why, but I got a smile from her as she passed by. The other two ladies you wouldn't give a second glance to, they were respectable, but if they were at a dance, they wouldn't be dancing much.
Mrs Butler then left. We were standing in our pews waiting to follow her. She smiled at me again. Mum, Sal, and I followed her out of the church. Her butt looked superb, Mrs Butler had and still had a very sexy walk. We got outside; I saw the silver Mercedes pull away. She smiled at me again. Mrs Butler turned around, she saw me and said, "Hello Jack, what a pleasant surprise to see you. How are you?"
"Hello Mrs Butler, how are you? Are you still teaching?"
"Sadly, my husband passed away in July. That was a dreadful time. My husband was a professor. He had written several books which were accepted in schools around the world. Was it three years ago we met at the supermarket? You have filled out a lot since then. I stopped teaching three months after we met to care for my husband. That was a difficult time for me. I wanted to come to your father's funeral, but David was not well. Tell me about yourself. I hear you have been successful in writing games?"
I smiled and said, "I'm sorry to hear your husband died. Do you have children? Your husband seemed a nice man when we met. You were a wonderful teacher, Mrs Butler. Do you miss it?"
"Jack, please call me Bertha. Mrs Butler makes me feel old. No, sadly, we didn't have children. David was older than me. He was my professor at the university, a bachelor who enjoyed life. We had a brief fling in my final year. It was a meeting of minds rather than bodies. We married as I wanted to get my career started. I went on the pill and got heavily involved in my work, which I loved. As David got older, the novelty of a young busty wife wore off and our sex life became non-existent. David left me a lot of money; I don't need to work. I've thought a lot about going back, but I don't want the stress of it all now. Was that Tom's wife that was sitting beside you?"
"Thanks Bertha, you were the best teacher I ever had, loved every lesson you gave me. I think you would have been a wonderful mother. May I ask how old you are? Yes, that's Tom's wife Sal, she's lovely."
"Thank you Jack, I've just turned thirty-nine, I didn't know her name was Sal, I've never met her, but I heard Tom was in a sexless marriage, she looks lovely to me, how did you meet her?"
"It was through the church. There was a charity fashion show. The lights and audio in the church hall were dreadful. I sorted them out and helped run them at the show. Sal was a model. I also helped her with an Internet connection. Bertha, you could have been a model, too. How did you meet Tom?"
"My figure has held up well, thank you. I've never modelled before; I wouldn't know where to start. Tom and I met on a Christian Website. I was going through a dreadful time with David. Tom offered a counselling service, which I believed would help me. We wrote online, so he understood the problems I was having. I only met him twice before David died and three times afterwards, every time we met, he gave me excellent relief. I got an email shortly after our last meeting telling me he had a terminal illness and wouldn't be able to see me again. Jack, are you dating anyone?"
I knew now that Bertha was a sub. Her tits looked incredible. She had a gorgeous body and was an attractive woman. Why was she asking if I was dating? Was she interested in me? I remembered in my final year at school; it was just before the finals. I had a couple of problems and Bertha had given me her mobile number in case I had a problem while I was studying. The number was still in my possession. Mum and Sal were chatting away, making lots of hand signals and pushing their tits out for the other to admire.
"Dad's death was a great shock for both mum and I. I've been helping mum out a lot around the house. I don't socialise a lot, I'm not dating anyone, what about you? You are a very attractive woman?"
Then Bertha pushed her massive tits out. She smiled and said, "I'm like you. I hardly ever go out socially. It's years since I was last out for a meal. That's nice that you look after your mum. I'm not dating anyone, most people I meet are married or have a partner. I just stay at home and grow old gracefully."
I took the initiative and said, "Bertha, do you still have the same mobile number you gave me years ago?"
"Yes, I have, though my phone is now the latest iPhone. Jack, you are the only pupil I ever gave my mobile number too, I never gave my house number out as one call and David would have been accusing me of fucking my pupils at the end he was so possessive, I had to be so careful. Call or message me anytime, I'm on WhatsApp."
"There were a lot of boys at school who would have loved to fuck you. A question, are you comfortable with a younger man?"
"Yes, especially if they are good at Maths but they must be in control, I loved to be told what to do and if I'm naughty, I love to be punished, there's a few kinks in me Jack but I know how to give pleasure. I have never been with a younger man, message me and I'll tell you about myself."
I leaned over and whispered, "Push your big tits out for me."
Bertha did as she was told, her tits looked massive. I knew I would have fun with Bertha, I said, "Thank you, they look incredible. I must go now as mum wants me to drive her to the Garden Centre. Let's write, then we can meet for a glass of wine."
