ALEX

By

Donna M.

 

 

That fateful Saturday afternoon I was lounging by the pool, soaking up the late summer sunshine and reading a new bestseller.  I’m Diane Sawyer—no, not that one.  Having just turned forty I was in the midst of life-evaluating melancholy.  I’d always taken care of myself and wasn’t too far off my college weight.  Like today I proudly wore a bikini that not too many forty year olds would dare to wear.  My husband Joe still thinks I’m hot even as his sex drive was beginning to wane.  And that was part of my present gloominess.  Even though no one else saw it, when I looked in the mirror I saw the signs of aging.  I saw the wrinkles that weren’t there before.  I saw the breast sag that nobody else saw.  I also saw a woman who at her seemingly peak of sexuality isn’t getting enough sex, thus leading me deeper into melancholy.

As the reverie grappled with my reading comprehension, I was startled when May, my seventeen year old daughter called out to me from the patio door.

“Hey Mom, you busy?”

“Not anymore,” I said, smiling as I put the book down.

“I want you to meet someone,” she said as she led a young man by the hand and walked toward me.  “Mom, this is Alex.  He’s taking me to the prom.”

“Hi Mrs. Sawyer,” he said with only a tinge of nervousness.  The way he looked at me momentarily washed away my aging angst.

“Call me Diane, please.”  I turned to May and said, “You’ve been keeping a secret boyfriend from your mother?”

“We just met.  Alex goes to State.”

A college kid.  That put a new spin on the prom date.  “Alex, you must realize I’m wary of you taking my daughter to the prom, especially since you just met.”

“Oh Mom!” May exclaimed in her usual petulant tone.

“Mrs. Sawyer… Diane… Yes, we’ve just met, but I see May as a special girl and won’t do anything to hurt her.  It’s not like I’m THAT much older than she is.”

“It wasn’t ‘hurt’ I was thinking about,” I said and he got the message, blushing deeply.

Regardless of my motherly trepidation, I thought May had made a good catch.  The tall, sandy-haired dude certainly was a hunk.  But then there was the way he kept looking at me.  Since he was so blatantly stripping me with his eyes upon first meeting then how demanding would he be with May on prom night?  Of course they may already have done the deed, and that thought, instead of having me worry about my daughter’s virtue, unexpectedly aroused me.  I crossed my legs and hoped it didn’t show in my body language.

May’s body language, though, reinforced what I believed to be her insecurities.  She saw how Alex was checking me out.  Once more in her young life she had to contend with the fact that her mother was essentially hotter than she was.  It’s not that May isn’t cute.  It’s simply that she took after her father more than her mother.  Genetics can be cruel thing to a teen girl.

My libido spoke for me as I said, “You don’t have to run off, do you?  Why don’t you put on bathing suits and join me?”

May was already shaking her head when Alex said, “I’d like that, so you could get to know me better, but I obviously don’t have swim trunks with me.”

I said to May, “I bet Dad’s would fit.  Why don’t you take him in and pick out a suit.  And while you’re at it, sweetheart, wear your blue one.  It’s really flattering on you and I bet Alex would like it.”

She answered with an eye roll and pulled Alex along and into the house.  I wondered if they’d change together, and that image stirred mixed emotions along with some internal juices.  They returned in short time, too short to have done anything but change,  Nonetheless May was flushed so maybe they did change together and did some fooling around.  She did wear the blue bikini with the cut that worked best for her hips.  My husband’s shorts were a little loose on Alex, the waistband riding low and barely hanging on his hips.  The effect was flattering since it accentuated his tight abs and hinted at a hairless pubic region.  Once more I felt some moisture building and willed myself away from this surprising state of arousal.

We sunned for a while and talked of mostly trivial things.  Alex gave me an encapsulated explanation of his studies and college major (“so far”) as he rubbed sunscreen on May.  It gave me a chance to ogle him and I liked what I saw.  Call me a bad mother but all the while I wanted so badly to have him to spread sunscreen on my body—my tingling body.  It was a test of inner will to keep from fawning all over the young man, especially since it was obvious he had his eyes on me just as much.  I was afraid that my achingly stiff nipples could be seen through the tight fabric of my bikini bra yet refused to glance down to be sure and alert him to the fact.

When his schooling was brought up again, May did the unthinkable and said, “My Mom is a math genius.  If you need help I’m sure she would help you.”

There it was again.  His expression hinted at exactly how he’d like me to ‘help’ and the idea burned right through my pussy to the point I knew I was soaking wet.  I kept my legs crossed.  My darling daughter was either baiting him or was so naïve she was clueless to the mutual attraction.

He was twenty-one so I was comfortable offering him a beer.  I asked May if she’d like a glass of wine and she said red.  I was so self-conscious that my wet crotch would show I knew I was walking unusually as I went into the house.  My imagination was still running wild as I automatically slid my hand inside the bikini bottoms and touched myself.  “Oh, God…” I whispered when my fingers felt my swollen and slippery labia.

I knew they’d wonder if I took too long but I didn’t care at that point.  Standing in the kitchen I masturbated feverishly and stifled my orgasmic scream with knuckles shoved into my gaping mouth.  Afterwards I quickly threw on some shorts before pouring and carrying two glasses of Pinot Noir along with a bottle of Heineken for Alex.  My vivid imagination fancied that Alex had watched my ass all the way into the house and he too was aroused.  I purposely looked for a bulge in his shorts but since they were oversized for him I saw no tell-tale sign.

By the time they left I’d given Alex my “permission” to take May to the prom.  When Joe came home he asked me right away what I thought of Alex.  My reply was tepid (“He seems like a nice kid”) since anything else might have given something away, although that fear was probably paranoia on my part.

That night I was very aggressive in bed, and Joe even commented on my high level of lubrication prior to the act.  I wanted him to take me from behind primarily so I could imagine someone else was fucking me.  When I climaxed I was louder than I usually am, and then had to bite my tongue lest I cried out Alex’s name.

In the time leading up to May’s prom night, Joe hadn’t been in much of a mood for sex so my state of arousal was at its max.  When May and I spoke about anything related to the prom, such as her dress selection, I’d imagine Alex naked and on top of me and I would have to masturbate or go crazy.  That’s when I made my first real mistake.  I asked May if it would be okay to have an after prom party around our pool for her and her closest friends.

“You mean, like in the middle of the night?”

“You guys would be safe here,” I said.  “Your father and I would leave you alone and if any of you decided to drink all we’d ask is it remained in moderation, and that’s all we’d care about.”

She didn’t have to talk personally to get her meaning across when she asked, “What if couples wanted to…sleep over?”

I chuckled.  “What anyone does except getting drunk or doing drugs isn’t of concern.  Dad and I will treat everyone like adults as long as you all act like adults.”  We’d had many sex talks over her teenage years so safe sex and condoms were well-covered (pardon the pun) topics.  What I wanted but knew it wouldn’t happen was to be the proverbial fly on the wall and watch her and Alex go at it.  That’s how far my libido had soared—or fallen if you took a different perspective.

Before we knew it prom night was upon us.  May had put on a few pounds since she bought the dress so it was little tight on her.  It did, however accentuate her booty.  I hoped Alex appreciated that part of a woman’s anatomy, though I remembered how he’d ogled my tighter ass and larger tits that day we met.  He looked great in his tux. 

Before we saw them off, Alex asked me in an aside, “Will you be joining by the pool later tonight?”

I smiled and whispered in his ear, “I’ll wear my skimpiest bikini if that’s alright with you?”

May wanted to know what I said but I told her it was my and Alex’s secret.

My husband laughed when he saw my whirling dervish impersonation as I zipped around the house, tidying up and organizing food and drinks for later.  Finally he said, “You’re excited about this more than I thought you’d be.  Is it some kind of nostalgia thing…reliving your prom night?  Relax, they’re kids and they’ll be happy with anything.”

They’re not just kids I wanted to say but dared not to for fear I’d give away my true intention.  Instead I said, “If you’re uncomfortable with the whole thing you can go to bed and let me chaperone.  Maybe you’re right.  Maybe it is a nostalgia thing.  It’ll be fun for me but you don’t have to feel obligated to stay up with me.”

“Are you sure?” Joe asked yet I knew he would take my suggestion and stay away from the pool and the party.  So far everything was working out.  Joe thought I was being a mother hen instead of a cougar.

It was well after midnight when the cars began pulling up in our driveway.  We were sufficiently separated from our neighbors so I wasn’t worried about noise complaints.  Joe had gone to bed, so I greeted everyone.  I knew most of the girls as May’s friends so mostly I sized up the boys as I met them.  None lived up to Alex.  I pointed out the munchies and the soft drinks, asked them all if they had bathing suits, showed them where bathrooms were to change, and finally went to change myself.

Whether Joe was sleeping or faking it didn’t matter.  In our dark bedroom I changed into my pink bikini that was mostly strings before purring on a robe as a modest covering.  What was under it was obviously far from modest and I would wait for the right moment to show myself off.

When I walked out to the pool area a couple of the boys tried to hide the booze bottles.  To the group I said, “Look, I’m not naïve.  I know there is liquor around.  I’m not going to be the police but if any of you act like you’re drunk you’re all out of here.  Understood?”  I got nods from everyone.

Alex approached me and thanked me for allowing the get-together.  “May’s a great girl, and I hope she had a good time at the prom.  I did.”

“She does look like she has a glow about her.  You guys didn’t do anything to give her that glow, did you?”

He blushed and stammered, “No…no…of course not, Mrs. Sawyer.”

I smiled and replied, “None of this Mrs. Sawyer shit.  It’s Diane, and I was only teasing.  May’s a big girl and can do what she wants…and you’re a big boy too.”

The double entendre wasn’t lost on him.  Maybe it was the way I looked at him.  Nonetheless he couldn’t help sneaking glances at the front of my un-cinched and open robe, and my bikini-clad body underneath.  When he blushed again and remarked on how good I looked (and didn’t add the ‘for your age’ bullshit) I felt the tingle much as I did when I met him.

“May looks good in her bikini, doesn’t she?” I said as I looked her way and she waved back at us.

“Not as good as you do,” he answered, and the tingle turned into a hive of bumble bees.

I didn’t force my presence on the group, remaining on the periphery and letting them do what they wanted to do.  At one point I smelled marijuana but let that go uncommented upon.  A few couples were in the pool at one point and there clearly was some fondling going on.  Figuring it was time, I went back into the house, made sure my husband was asleep, and set out the small bowl on the table nearest to the patio door.  The small printed sign I made read “Be Safe.”

A subtle order emerged as couples took turns entering the house and disappearing for a while.  When May saw the bowl, she came back outside and exclaimed, “Condoms, Mom?”

“I remember my prom night.  Like the sign says; I can’t stop the hormones so at least you guys can do what comes naturally without repercussions.”

“You really want us all to have sex?”

“No, I’m just being practical.”

When May and Alex ‘disappeared’ my thoughts weren’t the same for them as with the others.  I figured it was time to lose the robe.  I dove into the pool amidst the hooting and whistling of the boys at poolside.  My imagination ran wild and it seemed that no amount of cool water could quell my heat.   When I climbed from the pool several of the boys said I was “hot” much to the consternation of their bikini clad dates.  I located the ‘hidden’ bottle of Captain Morgan and mixed a good portion with some Coke, and then along with a towel dried off a bit and sat in a lounger.  One of the boys sheepishly thanked me for the condoms, saying “May’s lucky to have you as her mom.  None of our mothers would be so cool as to put condoms out for us to use.” 

His date turned red when I said to her, “I’m glad you had some safe fun, Sherri.  Was he good?”

Now it was his turn to blush as she smiled and nodded.

Somehow the group began to feel they could talk openly about sex, so as two other couples rejoined us by the pool the conversation heated up.

I heard one girl whisper to another, “Is he as big as Deena says he is?”

One guy kidded his girlfriend on how loud she was.

One girl tugged on her boyfriend’s arm and said, “I want to do it again!”

One of the newcomers said enthusiastically, “You should hear May!” before blushing as he realized he was talking about my daughter.

One of the boys who’d had a little too much to drink wanted to know if it would be okay for the girls to go topless.  En masse they scoffed and told him to stop being so horny.  Only I saw which ‘girl’ he really wanted to go topless and my thoughts went to Alex and what he was doing to May.

One of the girls said to another, “Duh, you mean you don’t shave or wax?” as she brazenly stood, lowered the front of her bikini bottoms and flashed her bare pubic mound to everyone.

One of the boys then said, “Can I kiss it?” before the girl’s date responded, “Over my dead body.”

One of the boys then asked if I shaved.

“I think that’s a bit too personal…but yes I do,” I said and winked at him.  Of course another boy said, “Show us like Meghan did.”  I gave him a stern look as the others told him to cool it.  I told myself to stop teasing them.  The only one I wanted to tease was Alex, and he was inside banging my daughter.

Soon after these conversations two of the girls—one of them being Meghan—decided to remove their tops to wolf whistles all around.  The boys tried to shame the others into following suit but I told them as firmly as I could to leave them alone.  “Nobody gets forced into doing anything they don’t want to do…understand?”  I few grumbles ensued but that ended the issue, though all the boys had eyes for Meghan and her friend who remained topless.  In a way I didn’t blame them since their breasts were especially perky and deserved attention.  What would they think of mine? I ruminated as I finished my drink.

When May and Alex returned to poolside one thing was obvious, and it wasn’t that they’d had sex.  May was quite drunk.

“I think it’s time to wind this party down,” I announced to a flood of groans.  “One last dip in the pool to make sure you’re sober enough to drive home and then we’ll all get dressed and call it a night.  Did you all have fun?”  Everyone was in agreement on that answer.  After all, sex in a bedroom was much preferred to sex in the backseat of a car, especially if you didn’t fear getting caught.

As the group split and went to various parts of the house to change, I put on my robe and faced May.  “I guess I don’t have to worry about you being drunk since you’re already home.”  I turned to Alex who hovered nearby and said, “You’ve already seen her naked so I don’t mind asking you to stick around and help me get her into bed.”  May picked that inauspicious moment to lean over and throw up all over the patio.

Alex said, “Don’t worry, Diane, I’ll clean it up.”  As he ushered woozy May onto one of the lounge chairs.  I herded up the others one couple at a time and with one last unofficial sobriety check decided that they were okay to drive and sent them on their way.  All of them thanked me profusely.  I hoped Joe was still asleep.  Now it was me, May and Alex.

When I returned to the pool, May was snoring and Alex was making a valiant attempt at cleaning up the vomit with a wad of paper towels.  “Forget it, I’ll clean it up in the morning,” chuckling as I said it considering it was already ‘morning.’  “Let’s get May into bed.”

He was the strong one so I let him carry May up to her bedroom.  The bed was in disarray and Alex glanced at me nervously.

I laughed, “You think it’s a surprise?” I said when I saw the spent condom on the floor.

He nervously let me be the one to peel off her bikini.  I wondered if it might be a good idea to hustle her into the shower.  That’s when I realized the smell of vomit wafted from his hands and not from May.

“I suggest you jump in the shower, young man,” and pointed him in the direction of May’s bathroom.

“It won’t be awkward will it?  Me naked in the house with you and May…er…if your husband wakes up, I mean.”

“Not awkward at all,” I said at the same time I loosened the robe and let it fall to the floor.  His eyes widened as I then reached behind me and untied my top and let it fall too.  Whether he dreamed it would happen or not he was quiet as I led him to the shower.  Like a zombie he stood there as I pulled down his swim shorts.  He was as big as I hoped he’d be.  I held his cock with one hand as I set the water temperature with the other.  He was stiffening nicely.

He whispered, “Oh, Diane…”

I put a finger at his lips and said, “Haven’t you dreamed this would happen?”  As he briskly nodded in the affirmative I added, “Now loosen up and take me like a man should.”  I dropped my bottoms and stepped into the shower stall.  He and his impressive erection followed me.  We ‘pretended’ at showering, giving each other a cursory soaping as foreplay when no foreplay was required.  After a little less than a minute I turned my back on him and uttered, “Fuck me now.”

I’d forgotten the sexual power and enthusiasm of a twenty year old male.  Alex reminded me satisfactorily.  I was so damned aroused my pussy was as hot as a blast furnace as he wasted no time in placing his cockhead there and sliding home.  At first he grasped my hips as he soundlessly thrust.  I was bent forward with my palms resting on the shower stall’s tiles when he moved his hands up to cup my breasts and began to fuck me faster, groaning “Oh God… I wanted this so bad… you’re so… amazing… I don’t believe… God I’m gonna… cum!”

My orgasm was happening as he ejaculated although he didn’t last long enough to make it the Big One I was looking for.  I’d soon find out how resilient the young man was.

“How was that?” I asked as lasciviously as I could as we exited the shower and grabbed towels.  When he began talking he was unnecessarily loud so I shushed him and took him by the hand, leading him cautiously through the darkened house and back out to the pool.

Once outside he asked me, “Did you want… what we did… all along?”

The not-yet-dawn morning air was chilly but bearable.  I dropped my towel so he could see my taut and quite noticeable nipples and said, “Of course I did.  You’re wasted on my daughter.  She doesn’t appreciate sex and men like I do.”  I’m not a cheater, at least I haven’t been.   So why I said that about sex and men puzzled me, though in his case it was true.  I maneuvered him into one of the poolside lounge chairs, pulled his towel away and took his semi-flaccid cock between my lips.  He grew erect and groaned as I sucked him, lightly palming the base of his now-hard shaft as I did so.  I knew by his reaction that I was doing an exemplary job.  However, I didn’t want to do too good a job since I wanted him elsewhere.

I stood up, yanked an oversized beach towel off a nearby chair and spread it on the patio.  I didn’t have to beckon him or say anything to him as I lay down on the towel.  He jumped from the lounger and stood over me for a second in all his lean, muscular glory, with his manhood standing proud and dripping pre-cum.  It was as if he was studying me, assessing my body.  I momentarily lost my arousal as all the forty-year-old self-doubts resurfaced in my mind.

I hadn’t realized my angst caused me to hold my breath until he smiled and went down on me.  That’s when I finally exhaled.  It didn’t take much tongue and lip action to have me writhing on the improvised bed.  After one deep, involuntary moan, he stopped and looked up at me over my heaving chest and said, “You like cunnilingus a lot, don’t you.  May thinks it’s gross.”

I muttered “Her loss,” as I grabbed his head and put him back to work on my hot and hungry pussy.  When the first convulsion hit me he jerked away slightly, and it wasn’t until he was about to mount me I saw his glistening wet chin in the moonlight—I must have squirted a good amount of pussy juice.  The old lady still has it in her I thought.

When he entered me and began to swing those youthful hips it was with the same enthusiasm as the first time in the shower.  I wrapped my legs around him and urged him on.  He rode me high (whether by design or not I couldn’t tell) so he was doing a great job of abrading my clit.  I knew the big one was moments away. 

I knew I did a lousy job of stifling my scream when I came.  Although he was trying valiantly to make it last for my sake, perhaps the quaking paroxysms of my climaxing vagina proved too much for him.  He skewered me to the hilt, threw his head back, and shot his load.  His load was a good one; I felt at least a half-dozen spasms and knew more followed by seeing his body language, although I didn’t feel them.

Whispering as we talked, I helped him gather his clothes and ushered him out the pool’s gate, but not before he asked to see me again.  “But what about May,” I asked.  He said he’d take care of it.

As the predawn glow became more obvious I surveyed the ‘damage’ and found the mess manageable, even May’s sloppily semi-cleaned vomit puddle.  I hoped the sound of Alex’s car leaving didn’t awaken anyone as I crept back into the house and located my robe.  I was too keyed-up from the great sex to sleep so I went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee and waited for dawn.

I was asleep sitting in a living room easy chair when Joe came down and woke me.  “Did everything go okay?” he asked.  “I glanced at the alarm clock at 4:15 and realized you hadn’t been to bed.”

“Everything went fine,” I sleepily replied.  “The kids were great and I made sure they all went home sober.”

He was looking at me strangely, and I realized my robe was unbelted and hanging open.  He didn’t say anything, though, as I re-wrapped myself in it and stood.   “You know, you don’t have to shave for my benefit,” he said before he added, “What about May?  Did she have a good time with what’s-his-name?”

I had a caustic response to his shaving comment right on the tip of my tongue but instead I said, “His name is Alex, and she might have had a good time until she got drunk.”

“He didn’t take advantage of her, did he?”

“You’ll have to ask her that.”

“I hope you had more on than that while the kids were still here,” he said with a disapproving smirk on his face.

“Only until I tied down a couple of the boys,” I answered.

He glared at me, wanting to smile but figured he had to maintain his I’m-the-adult posture.

Nothing more was said.  I went off to find my bikini, put it back on and walked out to the pool area with a bucket, a mop, and a trash bag.  The morning air was still chilly.  I welcomed its bracing aspect, especially how it stiffened my nipples.  The tingle had me remembering Alex and how it all felt, and the tingle spread to other parts of my anatomy.  All I thought about as I worked was seeing him again.

“Mom, did you put me to bed?”  As she had the day she introduced Alex, her unexpected voice startled me out of my reverie.

“Yes I did, sweetheart.  Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know… I dreamed that both you and Alex undressed me and put me to bed naked.”  She shook her head like she was trying to shake out a bad memory—or maybe a hangover headache.

“It must have been just that… a dream.”

“It seemed so real, like the sex we had.”

“That part I don’t want to hear about, as long as the ‘dream’ had a condom in it.”

She smiled then winced like it hurt.  “But it seemed so real.  I mean, you and Alex were naked, and he was still… ah… you know…”

“Okay, I get the drift.  You were dreaming, and maybe it was the alcohol too.”  I pointed out the puddle I’d just begun to mop up and explained it was hers.  I got an “Oh” as her discomfited answer.  “Take some aspirins and I’ll be in in a few minutes and make some breakfast.  How does that sound?”

She said it sounded good.  Her distracted look told me she was still chewing on her drunken memory of Alex and me.  I had to tread carefully with her.  I didn’t want her to find out and be hurt by what we’d done.  And would do again.  I might have been able to snow my daughter, but Joe knew something had happened.  Did he hear us and wasn’t saying anything?  One thing he did say was to comment on how tired I looked, making me admit I hadn’t slept, which was something I did for most of that morning and afternoon.

I finally woke up to a chirping sound and realized it was my cell phone’s message signal.  I’d left my phone on the bed’s nightstand when I lay down yet I swore in a different spot.  The message was from Alex, and it wasn’t the first of the day.  I NEED 2 SEE U it read.  Thinking of the moved phone, I wondered in a panic if my husband had checked it and saw the earlier messages.

I bolted from the bed and quickly dashed off a reply text: WHERE N WHEN?

NOW MY PLACE ROOMIE OUT 4 2NITE and then texted me the address.

I freshened myself up, trying not to make my primping too obvious.  I told Joe I was going for a drive “To get some fresh air.”  He looked at me dubiously as I went out in a flush.

He was waiting for me at his apartment door and I fell into his arms.  After the longest of kisses he breathlessly said, “I pinched myself this morning, wondering if it was all a dream.”

“It wasn’t a dream, and neither is this,” I said as I threw off my clothes, down to only panties.

“I can’t believe how hot you are, Diane.  Hotter than any of the girls I know,” he said as I fell to my knees and pulled down his pants, taking his cock into my mouth without hesitation. 

As he grew rigid between my lips, I stopped, looked up into his dreamy eyes and said, “Maybe you’ll have to pinch yourself again.”  I smiled and went back to what I was doing.  I felt how wet my panties were so I urged him toward his bed, pushed him onto it, finished getting his pants off around his ankles, dropped my panties and straddled him.  He rolled his eyes back and whispered “Ahhhhhhh” as I lowered myself onto him, taking his full length into my well-lubricated vagina.

“Does it feel good?”

He murmured in the affirmative.

Have you had a girlfriend who likes to be on top like this?”  Up-down-up-down…

“N…no.”

“Was May aggressive last night or did she just lay there while you did her?”  Up-down-up-down…

“She…didn’t…move…much.”

“Do you like it when a girl moves?”  Up-down-up-down…

His hands were now on my breasts as I began to move faster.  “I like… these…” he said.

“What about when a girl is a screamer.  Do you like that?”  Faster and faster…

“Oh yesssssssssssssss!”

He was cumming, and I was screaming.  Yes, he did like it.

Although noncommittal on exact times and dates, I told him we’d hook up again.  When I got home I acted like nothing happened.  It was only a drive.  Maybe Joe bought it.  Maybe he didn’t.

I saw Alex every chance I could get away.  He proved to be the energetic fucker that my libido sorely needed.  May, on the other hand was left high and dry.  “I hate him,” she declared one day.  “Why do men do that?” she asked, “Have sex with you like you’re a conquest and then afterwards they dump you like garbage.”

“Men have been like that forever, I’m sorry to say.  I guess we’re talking about Alex?”

“Yeah.  Now he doesn’t want to see me anymore.”

Worried that he might throw me under the bus, I asked in a slight panic, “Has he said anything, like maybe he has a new girlfriend?”

“I don’t know but his roommate thinks he’s had girls over for sex.”

“How does he know that?”

“He says he can smell it,” she said with a chuckle that wasn’t at all mirthful.  “He says that he thinks it’s an older woman, for some reason.”

“Well, don’t sweat it, sweetheart.  There are more fish in the sea as the old saying goes.”

She chuckled again.  “Hell, I thought I’d caught the big one.”

No, I thought.  I caught him instead.

 

 

Sooner or later I knew deep down that I’d get caught but the fear didn’t stop me from fucking Alex every chance I got.  One afternoon I played hooky from work and visited Alex.  After marathon sex where he first did me doggie-style before I rode him cowgirl in energetic frenzy, I slipped out of his apartment to find May standing near my car.

“I knew it was you,” she said with a tear at each eye.

“I’m sorry, hon,” was all I managed to say.

“No, you’re not sorry. You’re a whore that thought nothing of messing with your own daughter’s life.  I hope it was worth it,” she said before storming away.  I knew she’d tell her father as revenge, and I couldn’t blame her.  I drove home to face the music.

The music was part vitriol and part resignation.  Joe didn’t so much want to kick me out of the house though my nights sleeping in the same bed with him were over.  Maybe I could repair my marriage but I doubted I could ever repair May’s broken heart.  The next few weeks were hell, mostly because Alex pulled away from me after May ‘outed’ him on social media.  I was sure some of his buddies thought it was cool that he bedded a MILF however they were probably in the minority.  His shame meant my needs were now unmet again.

I was alone even as I lived under the same roof as before.  The coldness and lack of intimacy signaled to me that saving my marriage was a pipe dream.

 

 

I sat at the hotel bar alone, nursing my second martini.  Until he walked in the pickings were pretty slim.  He looked younger than he probably was.  The suit looked good on him; off the rack maybe but still a good fit.  If he was alone and not meeting someone, his first move would tell me everything.  I’ve learned that if you’re a businessman on the road and looking for a one night stand, you don’t hesitate making your move as soon as you see a good target.  Here I was in my clingiest cocktail dress, braless, sitting alone on a bar chair with the hem up to my crotch and looking relaxed and indifferent.  He’d wonder for a few moments if I was a hooker but then he’d decide to make his move anyway.

He made his move.

“Taken?” he asked as he stood behind an adjacent stool.

I smiled and said, “It is now,” and patted the tall chair’s seat.

After he ordered his drink he asked me if he could order me one, though he tempered the offer by saying “Or maybe that’s not your first and you have to drive somewhere.”  A good line to find out if I was staying here in the hotel.

“The night is young.  I don’t have to leave right away, so thank you yes, I’ll have another.”

I chatted him up, finding out who he worked for and how long he was in town.  In the meantime I told him enough lies about me that at least he knew I wasn’t an escort.  I nearly fell off my chair when he told me his name was Alex.  If that wasn’t karma then nothing was.  I studied his hands.  He had the slight color shift and indentation on his ring finger, so that told me was a player when away from the wifey.  His hands also hinted at something else; they were very large, and I’ve always believed what that indicated.

After more small talk and another round he casually invited me to his room.  Of course I accepted the invitation.

Clothing flew as soon as we were in his room.  It had been so long since the last one-nighter that I didn’t need any foreplay, although he insisted.  His cunnilingus skills were superb so I let him lick away until my first convulsive orgasm wracked my body.  Then I showed off my oral skills on him, though I’d been correct with my conjecture of his size and that presented a challenge to my jaw and throat.

“Don’t you cum yet,” I implored him when his moans became louder.  I rolled onto my back and pulled him between my spread thighs.  I involuntarily gasped when he impaled me with his full length in one thrust.

“You want it rough?” he asked as he began to fuck me.

“Yes!  Fuck me hard!  Oh yes!” I bellowed.

True to his word, he was rough.  This was okay since I needed rough.  Upright, on his knees, he did me hard while squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples.  The big one came and went with a mewling cry as he kept pounding into me.  And it wasn’t enough.  I experienced another orgasmic wave with bucking hips and a scream before he made his ultimate thrust and unloaded deep inside.

I showered quickly and dressed again, his disinterest fully expected now that he’d had his conquest fuck.  We didn’t say much, and soon I let myself out and headed for the elevator, knowing that in a day or two I’d be back on a bar stool somewhere and chasing away the sexual demons with one more desperate attempt at an orgasm, one that might hopefully make me forget what I’d thrown away.

 

 

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