On a cool October Tuesday morning, following a day I had been dreading, I was walking my dog Buster around the neighborhood. I had expected the previous day to be sad and depressing, and had convinced myself that it would be a bleak Monday.
After all, it was to be my initial day of unemployment due to the pandemic, and cases were still increasing. My company was yet another casualty, added to the thousands of businesses that couldn't sustain themselves for months on end without customers. Unexpectedly, however, it actually turned out to be one my more stimulating and satisfying Mondays ever.
Strolling along, I was surprised by my own feelings of hope and optimism and I could feel a renewed buoyancy in my step. My light mood also caused me to have extra patience with Buster, too, feeling at ease and in no hurry at all.
Stopping occasionally so he could sniff random patches of grass, Buster would selectively deposit a bit of his own scent, as if to cover that of the interloper he had just detected. While my dog focused on the universe of smells he was immersed in, a world that humans only barely experience, my mind was free to roam and relive the very human, five senses that I had experienced the day before: the sights, sounds, smells, feeling and taste of yesterday's acquaintance with Marla.
I replayed the scene from the previous day in my head as I walked my dog, recalling how easily she had seduced me. Once I had realized what she really wanted, it didn't take much effort on her part. I was a willing participant and I was happy to learn that what she wanted included much more than muffins and a massage.
Except for a little uneasiness about her husband, I had been happy to fulfill the wanton needs that she revealed to me. She showed me a side of her that I had never imagined existed, one that I soon learned was very sexy and very naughty, too. I had only seen her from afar in the past, and barely knew her, before yesterday, that is. Meandering through our woodsy neighborhood that morning, I felt like I had since come to know her much better. I now understood both the inner Marla and the one she allowed the world to see, and I liked everything about her, inside and out.
Bright and confident, always in control of her world, Marla cast an impressive and commanding presence. An outspoken activist on social justice and environmental issues, she was a leader in the community and people listened to her when she spoke. Yet the powerful persona she cultivated was tempered with a sweet innocence that made her seem, at times, somewhat vulnerable and much younger than she was. Without telling me her age, I figured her to be in her early to mid thirties. She had shared that she'd been married to Frank just over ten years, having wed him in her early twenties.
At this stage of her life, she was now accomplished, successful and wealthy. Wherever she went, all were captivated by her searing intellect, her bright smile and infectious laugh. She also kept herself in amazing shape. What a beautiful and curvaceous body she had. Those long, tanned legs, pert breasts, small waist, luscious ass, and a perfectly sculpted face, highlighted by sparkling eyes and framed by raven hair, were no match for any man with a libido. Her husband Frank was a very lucky man, I'd often thought, but I thought it again that morning, having enjoyed the briefest taste of her the previous day.
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Recalling the vision of Marla from the end of our time spent together yesterday, I envisioned her loosely wrapped in the tangled sheets next to me on my bed. I could almost smell the aroma of fresh sex that permeated my room. I remembered her captivating eyes and soft smile, obscured by the tangled mass of dark hair strewn about her head. Her gaze followed mine as I admired every curve of her body.
I looked up into her face, meeting her eyes, and told her, "God, woman, you look amazing in my bed. Looking at you lying here, tangled in my sheets like this, I could almost take you again right now."
"Oh my God, Will," she replied. "That sounds wonderful, but believe me, I am more than satisfied right now." She reached over to feel my flaccid cock, and added as she rubbed it gently, "I just want to lay here and cuddle with you for a while, okay?"
"That's just fine with me," I replied, thinking of how spent I felt anyway, and wondering if I even had any more in me to give her.
She smiled and stretched lazily, looking even sexier, then returned her hand to my languid member and nestled into my embrace. "But before I go today," she told me, "I am gonna find out what this thing feels like going from..." she paused and squeezed my soft member, "like this... to rock hard. I want to feel it grow and fill my mouth."
"And you always get what you want, don't you, Marla?" I teased.
"You know I do."
My cock stirred slightly at her words and touch, but nothing more at that moment. Instead, we snuggled and talked for a while. I learned about the many facets of Marla. There was the insatiable vixen, which I had just glimpsed, and definitely liked best, but she also told me about her other sides and her ongoing internal struggle between leading and following, between dominance and submission.
Getting to know her as she laid in my arms, I learned that she had a secret fascination with her own ability to manipulate those around her. In our intimate pillow talk, she shared that she loved exercising her power to influence others, sometimes using her brains and sometimes using pure sexiness depending on the situation, then enjoyed watching the results.
"I'm glad you didn't take the intellectual approach with me," I said and hugged her close. "Not sure I could keep up with you if you did."
She purred into my chest, "I doubt that, Will, but I'm glad, too. You certainly had no trouble keeping up in the sex category," she added while gently massaging my lazy member.
"Well, I surprised myself a little, I must say. You're just that hot, woman."
"Tell me. Would you have seduced me if I hadn't made the first move?"
"I sure as hell wanted to, but I was trying my best to be a gentleman," I replied. "First, I wasn't sure how you'd react. And then, of course, there's Frank."
"Oh, don't you worry about Frank. I appreciate that, but I'm glad I did what I did. I've needed a good romp like that for..." she paused, "...for longer than I'd like to remember."
"I'm glad you did what you did, too," I reassured her.
It seemed she needed to talk, so I listened. She confided that Frank was not the greatest in bed. She told me that he never initiated sex on his own, so she always had to be the one to get things going whenever she craved sex, which she confessed was basically every day. When she did get her husband aroused, she had to tell him exactly what to do and he usually finished much too soon.
"He's not what I would describe as an intuitive lover, like you are. and he certainly doesn't have your stamina!" she told me as she idly fondled my member. "At the country club, with my friends, and even with Frank, I'm always expected to be the one in control. That's why it's been so much fun to completely lose control with you today."
"Yeah, it was," I agreed.
"Now that I've had you, I'm gonna want more, you know," she informed me.
"I'm fine with that."
"But sometimes," she purred, curling up against me, "I also like being told what to do, you know?" I filed that tidbit of information for future application, and held her close as she continued to confide in me.
"Frank's a great guy, and a wonderful provider, so I shouldn't complain," she continued, "but the biggest red flag was when he seemed to get more pleasure out of watching me play with my toys than using his own cock!"
"Ooh, that's rough," I tried to console her. "Not that I really knew you before this, but I never got the impression that you... that you guys... that you didn't..." I stopped, not quite knowing how to finish.
She finished for me, "That our sex life sucks?"
"I guess so. Sorry."
"That's one of those mysteries of life, I guess. You know what they say, 'Lucky in cards, unlucky in love.'" she sighed and gently stroked me. Then, noticing the time, she bounced up in bed and cried, "Oh my God, I have a lunch at the club in less than an hour!"
