I wasn’t going to kid myself. I recognized the symptoms. I knew my wife had the itch; she was looking to stray. I didn’t think she had cheated on me yet but the itch was there nonetheless, a spouse can tell. It was inevitable.
I wasn’t dissatisfied with our love life, yet her digs here and there—in bed and out—hinted that she was. She’d unabashedly comment about some guy in a TV spot or on a show (“Look at those abs…mmmmm…what a hunk!” or “I’d love to have him on top of me”) trying to goad me, get me to react. However, no level of increased acts of affection on my part seemed to change her demeanor. Physically I wasn’t a slouch. I worked out and considered myself fit. She wasn’t a slouch either. Even after having our son, she worked at holding onto the body of the woman I married.
Yes, she would succumb to the itch sooner or later. It was in the air. With us a week away from the Rogers’ pool party, Kim bought a new bikini. The thing was an eye-catching yellow, all strings and hardly any fabric. She looked great in it when she modeled it for me, and I told her so.
“It looks fantastic honey. I love it. But I loved your blue one too. Very sexy. Did you really need a new one?” What I wouldn’t say, and give her more ammunition, was that the new one was a little out of character for a mom.
“That old thing? I was tired of it.”
As she perhaps was with me.
Angie Rogers was a widow with two sons in college. They had an amazing pool and backyard barbeque pit, and loved to show it all off. With her boys home from school, Angie’s get-together would be a grand affair, and Kimmy would undoubtedly be the talk of the party in her new suit. Married to Kim, I resigned myself to being fashionably late for everything, and Angie’s party was no exception. When we arrived, Angie greeted us in her bikini.
“It’s about time you two showed up. Either use the cabana or you know where the bathrooms are to change into swimsuits.” They had three tent-like structures adjacent to the pool: one canopied the hot tub, another held a futon to ‘sunbathe’ in the shade, while the third closed for more privacy, the ‘cabana’ that Angie had indicated to us.
She looked better in her suit than any fifty-plus woman ought to look. Her petite body was amazing in the bikini’s classically cut bottoms and slim, bandeau top. Her hair was a short shag of blond-turning-to-grey hair, wild enough to look as if she just got out of bed but probably cost a mint for her stylist to produce. Her late husband, Jack, had been a wealthy entrepreneur who died when he crashed his own plane while flying to a remote business site. Angie and the boys weren’t lacking for money.
In hushed tones as most couples would, Kim and I compared notes on who was there and who wasn’t. “This is going to be a great party,” Kim gushed. I wondered who she lined up to flirt with first. She chose the tent-like cabana to change. As we changed, I thought I’d use the moment to say nice things about her body, especially her freshly shaven pubic area, but my flattery was lost on her. Yep, it sure was inevitable.
When we joined the partiers, as predicted all eyes were on Kim. We mingled. She flirted. Soon, she was surrounded by men while I exchanged small talk with a couple of the ‘abandoned’ wives.
I turned to find Angie behind me, a tall drink in hand, and watching my wife. “What’s interesting?”
She faced me and said, “Kim’s putting out some interesting vibes, that’s all. Are you okay with it?”
“We’re here, right? I can’t very well lock her up in our bedroom.”
“Let’s get you a drink and we’ll talk.” Angie led me by the arm toward a long table with a bar set-up. She didn’t need to ask my preference. She reached into a cooler and extracted a bottle of my favorite beer and handed it to me. An observant lady, this one, and I knew she was about to share more of her keen observations.
“Kim’s acting more like a woman on the prowl than a wife and a mom. Are you guys okay? Do you know what she’s aiming for?”
Aiming for—an interesting choice of words. I looked back toward the pool and watched my wife’s body language as she talked up the male guests. I watched the obliteration of personal space. I watched the subtle touching; nothing untoward, an arm here, a shoulder there. I watched Angie’s sons, John Jr., nicknamed Johnny, and his younger brother Derek scoping her out as a MILF. I answered Angie, “I honestly don’t know. Whatever’s happening, it’s as obvious to me as it is to you, I guess. I honestly don’t know what to do.”
“Scotty, I know this is personal, and if you want me to shut up, just tell me.”
I smiled at her. She wasn’t the gossip type, so I knew she meant well. “We can talk. Maybe I need someone to talk to about this shit.” We’d walked to a far end of the pool area to be alone.
“I assume you two aren’t having any…unusual…issues in the bedroom.”
“You mean like ED? No, I’ve done enough soul searching lately, and I doubt it’s my…performance. She’s tired of me, it’s as simple as that. She wants something—somebody—new, and if she hasn’t succumbed to temptation yet, she will soon enough.” I motioned toward Kim, now standing between Angie’s sons, “Like you said before, she’s on the prowl. It’s that obvious.”
Angie walked away to play hostess while I mingled with friends. A couple of my friends’ wives openly bitched to me about Kim and her bikini. One said, “She better quit flirting with my Peter. You better warn her, Scott.”
We ate, drank, chatted, swam, and drank more. All the while, Johnny and Derek stuck to Kim like lampreys on a shark. I thought about that simile. Since we were around water and Kim seemed to be on the hunt, the shark analogy was apropos. Once in the pool, it was quite evident some groping was going on. Others noticed. When they did, they all looked over at me, the apparently cuckolded husband.
Angie sidled up to me and said, “You know, Scott, if you want I’ll tell the boys to lay off. I don’t want any trouble.”
“Thanks for the offer, Angie, but this is Kim’s show and I’ve decided to let it play out. It’s not Johnny or Derek’s fault she’s leading them on. You can think I’m de-balled or something, but I’ve made the decision to let whatever happens, happen. So whatever you do, make it about your boys, not me or my wife.”
“I was thinking about you. The boys are big enough to make their own decisions. I just don’t want to see you hurt any more than you already have been.”
“And I appreciate that, I really do.”
“You want another beer?” she asked. The hostess took care of that, giving me something to figuratively cry into.
I knew another line had been crossed when I saw Derek look at me while he and his brother were talking to Kim. By that time the party was breaking up and folks were heading home. A few of the women gave my wife their version of the evil eye as they left, holding their husbands tightly to them, at least for today feeling safe from the shark. Eventually, as if preordained, Kim and I were the only guests remaining. Kim and the boys went back into the pool. It wasn’t long before, with giggling accompaniment, that Kim’s top was untied and tossed out of the pool. The elder son, John hollered to his mother “Topless, Mom?”
Angie turned to me, laughed, and said, “I usually am topless around the pool, and they know it, so what the hell,” and undid her top. She moved closer, close enough for me to feel a nipple graze against my arm, and whispered, “Damn, those tits of hers are something.” Kim’s nipples and areolas were puckered and proud in the cooling late afternoon air. Yes, they were something, and you could tell the boys thought so too.
Kim, flushed from all the attention (and anticipation?) asked, “Can we fire up the hot tub?”
Derek answered, “Sounds like a great idea. Everyone?”
As I’d admitted to his mother earlier, the inevitability of the whole thing led me to decline. “But you can go ahead, Kim,” I said to her, as if she needed my permission to do what she probably suggested to the boys in the first place. Her answer was “Okay.”
Angie declined too. “You go ahead. I’m too old to boil in some new wrinkles. I’ve got enough already.”
An “Are you sure, honey?” or some such reply from Kim would’ve made it a little easier for me to swallow watching the three of them dash off like giddy teenagers. Let’s face it; the boys were barely out of their teens so their enthusiasm and obviously supercharged libidos were understandable, but I clung to the fading hope that my wife, older and a mother, for God’s sake, would exhibit more decorum.
Angie and I got new beverages and reclined in two side-by-side loungers. She looked at me and said, “Are you sure you’re okay, Scott?” When I didn’t answer, she added, “You know they’re going to fuck her. I just don’t want you to blow up and take it out on my sons.” I said nothing in reply. She went on in a softer tone, “Look at Johnny and Derek with your wife’s eyes. They’re young, virile, hunky dudes, and that’s what she’s looking for. It’s not an indictment of you or your virility.”
Finally I said, “How do you know that?”
While the water in the spa heated, Kim played with the boys by dodging their attempts to untie her bottoms, while she darted in and pulled down their swim shorts one after the other. Both of them were already semi-erect. Her beautifully, full, bouncing and jiggling breasts probably had something to do with that.
Angie said, “Let me tell you a story. Jack was a fantastic husband, father, and lover. But when we got married, I wasn’t much of a one-man woman. I loved him so much yet my love didn’t stop me from fucking a half-dozen college boys. I never got enough. Like I said, my husband was a skilled lover, and well equipped to make the most of his skills, but it was never enough for me.”
Looking at her, I said, “You’re a great looking woman. What about now? Any men in your life?”
“Jesus, no.” She was silent for a moment, as if lost in a remembrance. “Aw, Christ, it’s been so damn long!” She shook her head, then stopped to watch Kim lose her bottoms, and her and the boys climb into the hot tub. “I’m pathetic. I see my sons’ youth and sexual enthusiasm and it makes me so damned horny I could die.”
Was that a veiled proposition?
From where we were sitting we couldn’t see everything going on in the hot tub; however we sure could hear everything. Bouts of laughter were interspersed with silence. Most probably necking, not fucking, though the latter, as Angie had so clearly pointed out, was even more inevitable now. When Johnny came into view outside the hot tub cabana carrying Kim in his arms, poking her backside with an impressive erection, I’d had enough. I began to get out of my lounge chair to confront my wife, but Angie jumped up too and grabbed my arm.
“Okay, Scott, yes or no? I’ll go over there and tell them one way or the other, but I’ll be the one, not you. What’ll it be?”
I let my bubbling jealous rage temper a bit. Johnny and Kim were looking at us, still unsure. Derek had also climbed out of the tub, looking extremely uncomfortable standing there with his dick pointing to the sky, looking at us too. I faced Angie and said, “You know that if I say no, nothing will change except she’ll do it behind my back. Fuck it, let them have their fun.”
I sat back down as Angie went to her sons. She nodded to Johnny, who immediately smiled and with Kim still held in his arms, jumped into the pool. Angie walked up to her youngest son and said something to him. He snuck a glance over at me and nodded, acknowledging whatever his mom told him. He wasn’t smiling as broadly as his brother had a few seconds before, when he too jumped into the pool.
Angie walked back to me with an arm extended. “Now that it’s free, let’s use the hot tub.” After taking my hand as I stood, she turned toward the cabanas and nonchalantly dropped her bikini bottoms and kicked them aside, hardly breaking stride. I admired her body as I walked behind her. Except for a few wrinkles here and there, she had the body of a teenager.
She climbed into the roiling water first, but not before I saw that she was shaved smooth, continuing the youthful image. I dropped my swim trunks and climbed in beside her.
“My oh my, Scott. Now I really don’t understand Kim’s dissatisfaction,” she said while palming my cock underwater. “And shaved, too…nice surprise.”
We sat in silence and watched the action in the pool. The boys had Kimmy sandwiched between them at the shallow end. The inevitable would happen soon. “What did you say to Derek?” I asked.
“I told him to remember that the woman’s husband was here, and to respect him for being man enough to let it happen, then I told him to tell his brother the same thing. I don’t want them to disrespect you.”
“Thank you, Angie.”
“Whoops, there they go!” she said with a chuckle. At the top of the pool’s ladder, Kim was being nailed by Johnny from behind while she deep-throated Derek in front of her. I fought the jealousy, but I had to grudgingly admit how erotic my wife looked getting double-teamed by the young studs.
Angie still had a hold of my cock but it wasn’t limp any longer. “Would you consider taking care of an old lady’s needs?” She knew I didn’t need to answer; by that time I had a couple of fingers between the folds of her labia. What I did say was, “What old lady?” and that drew a hearty laugh from Angie as well as some additional lubrication.
At that moment, Johnny hollered. “I’m gonna cum, oh God, yes!” Kimmy spit out Derek’s cock and did some serious hollering herself, throwing her head back and wailing loudly. Johnny noticeably shook a few times, finishing up his emptying into my wife what must have been a heavy load. Thankfully she was on birth control; she certainly wasn’t thinking safe sex.
My jealousy was well in check, or maybe it was simply distracted by the time I lifted Angie to the rim of the hot tub. Her legs were wide as she guided me into her willing vagina. “Scott, oh, Scott, you’ve got a nice cock. Fuck me, fuck me hard, put it deep!” she cried. While I was standing in the roiling, hot water of the tub with her legs up against my chest and her ankles near my neck, I did what I was told. I held onto her thighs and fucked her hard, interspersing long thrusts with short bursts of rapid-fire pounding, as Kimmy used to like when we first got married. Angie responded as if she liked it too.
Some movement caught my attention, so I broke eye contact with Angie long enough to see Derek walking a weak-kneed Kim along beside him, heading for the cabana/tent with the mattress. In post-coital oblivion, Kim didn’t see us but Derek certainly did, he slowed, mouthing an almost silent “Mom?” probably never thinking of the old “What’s good for the goose…” adage, seeing me fucking his mother.
As they shuffled closer, I heard Kim ask him if he didn’t “mind going second.” Perhaps it was her questioning him that drew my attention back, for only then did I see Johnny’s spent semen trickling down her thighs.
It seemed that Derek didn’t wish to answer any question about sloppy seconds. Instead he said, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, Missus…I mean, Kim.” Aha! The boys had an eye on my wife for a while, it seemed; the MILF phenomenon. The new question in my mind was how long had this day been planned.
Okay, enough thinking about my wife getting laid again; I had Angie close to cumming, and maybe because of my jealousy I wanted her to scream, letting Kim and the boys know I could be a good lover too. I pounded Angie with long, hard thrusts and I was rewarded. Her orgasmic wail was something to behold, sending shivers up and down my spine. Those shivers preceded a sublime orgasm of my own.
“Oh Scott,” she said after we slouched back into the spa’s bubbling water, “I haven’t had sex like that in years! We HAVE to do this again.” She was in my lap, and her kiss was urgent and still hungry.
On the other hand, my attention was back on Kim and Derek under the adjacent, open canopy. She was on her back with her legs high, wrapped around his upper torso. He was an energetic jackhammer, his ass moving in a fine, rhythmic motion. Kimmy’s head was thrown back as mewling sounds escaped her gaping mouth. Derek’s hands were at her tits as he lay upon her, thrusting wildly.
When our lips separated, Angie said, “Are you still okay?” She caught me watching her younger son fucking my wife. My mind was a flurry of conflict, so I really didn’t know the answer to her question, and told her so. “All I ask is that you don’t blame my sons. Your wife is hot, and she put out all the signals. They’re just horny boys.”
“I don’t blame them, I blame myself.”
“Now that’s even worse. Remember what I told you about me when I was younger. Your wife is going through a phase a lot of women go through. You called it an itch. Well, that’s a good description, Scott. She’s scratching that itch now, and I bet that’ll do it for her. But if you feel like what she’s doing means you’re inadequate, then you better stop feeling that way, because you’re a damned hot lover, and well-equipped for the job I might add.”
While she was speaking she’d palmed my cock and felt it stiffen. I took my eyes off the fucking duo and smiled at her. “I’m alright with that last part.”
She laughed, “You better be! That was some orgasm you gave me! Now, let’s watch ‘em…better than porn,” she said, then laughed again.
Angie was right. If I forgot it was my wife moaning under Derek, I could appreciate the show they were putting on. They were breathless and glistening with sweat by the time they both climaxed. I was hard again, and when I glanced at Johnny sitting on the pool’s rim, he was erect too, watching his brother with both envy and remembered glee. Angie saw the look on her elder son’s face as well as his erection, and said, “I think you’d better call your babysitter. I hope you have a flexible one, since you’re gonna be here for a while.”
Johnny walked up to the spent couple, and he and Derek began urging Kim back into the pool. She shooed them away and instead climbed into the hot tub next to me.
Angie excused herself. Kim watched her walk away. “You did her, didn’t you?”
“That’s a strange question for you to ask,” I said. She easily picked up my tone of voice.
She cuddled up to one arm and said, “Please don’t hate me, Scottie. I needed this…and it’s not your fault…”
“I know.” I gauged her expression. She really did look torn by what she was doing. I said, “Go. Give them all you’ve got.”
She giggled, kissed me on the cheek, and popped out of the tub. With her tits and ass cheeks jiggling, she ran toward Angie’s boys. I climbed from the tub, walked to the first cabana where our clothes were, fished out my phone, and called the babysitter. Cheryl was a cute high-schooler who wasn’t put out by extending her time with our son. I thanked her and told her she’d get a nice bonus. I was bothered by Kim not thinking of our son, but by then that wasn’t the biggest thing bothering me.
Angie was standing beside the tent when I emerged, gazing upon the threesome in the pool. I’d just fucked her but that didn’t stop me from recognizing once again what a great body the older woman had. She wasn’t darkly tanned, though she did have great tan lines on her ass that just made the damn thing more delicious looking. I walked up behind her, letting my not-so-flaccid cock graze against her beautiful backside.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
“Our babysitter’s fine with the overtime. No problems.”
“What about you? Are you fine?”
My rising member brushed her back as I put my arms around her and caressed her taut nipples. “I’m much more okay now than I was before.”
“That’s good, but I’ll say that you’re more than just good,” she said as she turned around and jumped up into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and it was natural for me to simply lower her onto my stiff cock. Kim and I never fucked standing up like this. Angie kept up a running commentary on me: “Oh Scott, you’re so strong” and “God, you’re splitting me in two” and “It feels so good!” as I held her tight ass while raising and lowering her over my rigid, warm and wet shaft.
A quick glance told me we had an audience. At this point I wasn’t much concerned with how Kim felt about me fucking Angie, but I did wonder what Johnny and Derek were thinking, watching their mom having sex and enjoying it the way she was. Angie held on to me, I held her ass tightly, and rammed my cock faster and faster into her. I was about to cum when she began wailing. My name echoed across the property, “Scottttttttttttttttttttttt” as she shivered. I felt every glorious throb of her vaginal contractions as her orgasmic juices dribbled down my balls.
“Good Lord,” I groaned as I fired rope after rope after rope of hot cum up into her pulsing vagina.
Water was splashing in the pool; I figured we shamed the threesome into getting it on again. I gently lowered Angie to the patio, but when her knees buckled I picked her up again.
“Oh, Scott, you’ve made this day special. I’ve needed this for a long time. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
Now THAT was a revelation.
“You didn’t set this whole day up like this, did you?” I asked as I carried her toward the pool.
“No, oh no, you’ve got to believe me, Scott, but…” she then hesitated for a moment before continuing, “I have been…wanting you…ever since the first time we met. An old lady’s fantasy; it had nothing to do with Kim or my sons or anyone else. Oh God, I’m so embarrassed. “
“Why? You’re not an old lady; in fact you’re a hotter lover than somebody else I know.” And she was. My wife may be a younger woman, and fucking like crazy today, but she was in no way as attuned to her sexual needs as Angie seemed to be.
She gazed into my eyes and said, “You aren’t bullshitting me, you really do feel that way about me? Damn, now I’m even more embarrassed.”
“Don’t be,” I said before I kissed her. Following our lengthy and tongue probing kiss, I said, “You ready to get wet?”
We both laughed hysterically as I jumped into the pool with her still in my arms. I didn’t know what stage of coitus we interrupted, but Kim. Johnny and Derek were certainly startled by our splashing entrance. Angie looked at them and said, “Don’t let us stop you,” before laughing again. We went back to kissing, as the others climbed out of the pool.
Angie wanted me up on the pool’s edge. I complied by scooting up onto the rim of the shallow end with my feet dangling in the water. Still in the pool, she said as she moved between my legs, “It’s been a long, long time since I’ve used my, ahem, skill, so let’s see if the old lady still has it.” She still had it. I thought, like a Hoover as she deep throated me to perfection.
“I have to warn you…I’m…almost…there…”
She made a sound in her throat as she almost imperceptibly nodded. I filled her throat and mouth, and she proved to be a spirited swallower.
“You’re amazing!” I said.
Her grey-green eyes sparkled as she looked up at me, with a trace of semen at the edge of her lips. “You’re the amazing one, Scott, getting up again like a stallion!”
I slid off the edge and we waded next to each other, watching the threesome’s new activities. Like a queen, Kim was lying on one of the poolside loungers as the boys ministered to her. Derek was attending to her chest while his brother was nestled between her parted thighs. Kim’s eyes were closed, and she was moaning softly. Angie had her hand on my ass as she said, “I never was one for porn. It always seemed so tawdry. And of course I’ve never seen my sons this way. But it does make me hot watching them.” She got up close, and her other hand found my cock. “You seem to have adapted well to seeing your wife getting laid.”
“Maybe a certain woman has had a lot to do with that.” What was interesting to me was that I was now more pissed off at Kim for not thinking about our boy, and his babysitter, than for the sex. Perhaps that change was Angie’s doing. She was fondling me, and I was getting hard again. Amazing! It was inevitable that as the day moved to night there would be more fucking going on.
When I saw Johnny sneak a peek at us in the pool, I knew that from then on the boys were more interested in giving their mom and their fuck-buddy’s husband a show rather than in Kim herself. She probably wouldn’t realize the change. Angie saw it and commented, “This one’s for us.”
They’d spread out a large beach towel on the patio and Kim got on her hands and knees upon it. Johnny entered her from behind as Derek slid his cock into her willing, open mouth. I watched with new indifference while Angie stroked me to full stiffness once more.
“Scott, do me again, please!” she uttered in a husky, aroused voice.
“In your bed…proper,” I said. She looked at me, knowing, as I did, that her bed would change things for us.
“Okay,” she said, breathlessly.
We climbed from the pool, and like two kids, cavorted right past my moaning wife and into the house. If Angie didn’t care about us dripping water then I wouldn’t. She led me upstairs to the master bedroom. I took her in my arms and we fell to the bed together. Missionary was fine with me. She was insatiable, spreading her legs high and wide and pulling me into her without any need for foreplay. We had the bedsprings singing their special song. Having cum several times already, I knew I’d have the staying power to get her to the promised land no matter how long it took, though it really didn’t take long at all.
“I’mmmmmmmmmmmm cummmmingggggggggggg,” she yelled, but she didn’t have to announce what was quite clear to me. I kept pounding into her and one orgasmic wave after another swept through her petite body. Her screams were music to my ears. After one long and plaintive wail, I came while our eyes locked together.
We lay together in a post-coital dreaminess I hadn’t felt for a long time. We talked basically about nothing at all. I had to admit to myself that I’d felt the spark. The inevitability of today wasn’t my wife getting laid after all. It was me falling for Angie. Where we went from here was anyone’s guess, but I knew in my marrow I wanted her in my life somehow, someway.
We heard a holler of “Mom?” from downstairs.
“That’s Johnny,” Angie said, but before we could get out of bed, he was at the doorway looking in, wearing his swim trunks again. “Oh” was all he said when he saw us.
Without an iota of embarrassment, Angie said, “You three all done playing? Now wipe that look from your face. Your mom’s got every right to have some fun of her own, so go away.”
“Er…ah…Kim just wanted to know where Scott was, that’s all.”
“Well, now you know,” Angie said. It was funny to be spoken about like I wasn’t even there, most likely because of Johnny’s apparent dissonance with me being present while he fucked my wife.
Johnny left the doorway, and Angie and I arose from the bed. She pulled me to her and asked, “Will we do this again?”
The spark! “There’s nothing I’d rather do,” I answered. The kiss that followed was transcendent.
We walked back outside as naked as we had gone in. As with the boys, Kim had put her suit back on and was sitting in a patio chair. The way she looked at me, at us, surprised me. It was as if this was the first time all day she actually realized that while she had one fuck after another, Angie and I had got it on too. She obviously forgot our “Don’t hate me” conversation earlier in the hot tub.
“I’m glad you called Cheryl. I forgot.” She said.
No shit, Sherlock. “We ready to head home?” I asked.
“I guess so.” She walked to the changing cabana to get her clothes. Johnny and Derek followed her.
“I think they figured out what I warned them about earlier,” Angie said as she slipped her bikini bottoms back on.
She stood next to me as we watched Kim put her clothes on over the bikini, while in earnest conversation with the boys. I chuckled because every once in a while they’d sneak a look over at us. “That you weren’t a cuckolded husband, and they shouldn’t read more into what happened today than some gift sex with a horny woman.,” Angie said. I gave her a goodbye kiss. She whispered, “We’re going to get together again, right, Scott?”
I pointed toward my wife, “You mean…?”
“No, stupid, I mean you and me.”
“We’ll see, Angie, we’ll see.” She wasn’t happy with my noncommittal answer, but what could I say?
On the way home, Kim was relatively quiet, but before we entered our house, she pulled on my arm to stop me. “Are you and I okay? You know this was a silly one-shot deal, and I got it out of my system.”
She looked suitably contrite. “I’m sure. You’re a good husband, dad and lover, and I really do appreciate how you let me have my fun and took care of Mrs. Rogers while I was…you know…” So that’s what I’d been doing; distracting mom? Or maybe she thought it was a mercy fuck of the old lady. Well, I’ll let Kim keep thinking that. When she called her childish wantonness her “fun,” I wanted to throw up.
“We’ll talk later. Now let’s go in and pay poor Cheryl what we owe her and thank her for her long day.”
Like the sweetheart she was, Cheryl didn’t complain, even though I got the impression our son hadn’t been the little angel she claimed. I about emptied my wallet, and she gave me a cute kiss on the cheek for my generosity. I gave her a ride home. Cheryl said she’d babysit for us anytime, so no damage done on that front.
By bedtime, Kim was in full apology mode, continuing to thank me for being so “understanding.” She kept telling me that she got it out of her “system,” and that it truly was a one-time thing. Maybe until the boys are home from another school break, I thought. Now that she had a taste of her fun, it was inevitable she’d long for another taste.
She begged off sex, saying she was too sore, even though I never asked, or made a move on her. After all, sex with my wife would have been awkward at best on the same day I watched her get double-teamed, and besides I was pretty spent myself. Our one night of no sex turned into several. Kim played nonchalant, as if all was forgotten and things were back to normal, whatever that had been. As for me, nothing would be normal again.
The following Saturday, I took her call on my cell. “You play golf?”
“I do, Angie, but it’s been a while and my clubs are old.”
“I’ll buy you some new ones. Come get me.”
I told Kim I was playing golf but not with whom. I picked Angie up, and true to her word she took me shopping and bought some nice Pings to replace my older clubs. She was a member of an exclusive country club two towns over that was well beyond my means. We played nine. She beat me handily and I joked it was because I hadn’t gotten used to the new clubs. She said, “With you, Scott, there’s only one club I’m interested in, and you know how to use that one.”
I took her home and within minutes we were in her bed. She was a dynamo, draining every last drop of cum from my balls in several positions. Why, with her looks, money and sex drive she was still unattached, never mind celibate, was beyond me.
“Jesus, Angie! How did you go without sex for as long as you’ve said?” I asked her as we lay together, catching our breath after the marathon session.
“That’s a good question. Maybe I needed the right man to awaken me.” Her eyes bore through me. “You will be that man for me, won’t you?”
“You mean long-term? I’m married, remember?”
“I don’t mean like that. Just be my lover when I need someone, like today.”
She got my “driver” ready to play another round. She mounted and rode me like the stallion she called me. I toyed with her stiff nipples and watched her with awe until she bounced one final time and we both climaxed.
“Ohhhhhhhhh Goddddddddddd…Scottttttttttttttttt,” she groaned in a deep-throated voice as her body convulsed, coating my buried cock with our mixed orgasmic juices.
When I got home, Kim asked how my golf game went. I didn’t lie; I told her it was my best round in ages.
And that’s the day I became Angie’s gigolo of sorts. Inevitably I grew ever fonder of the amazing woman who was old enough to be my mother. She was always trying to lavish me with gifts, but I’d tell her all that stuff was wasted. Being with her was enough. Our great sex was enough.
If Kim figured it out, she didn’t let on. I began seeing those signs again; the itch was back and soon she’d be looking for another stud to have “fun” with. The next time it wouldn’t be a spectator sport. I would be too busy.
It was inevitable.
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