Mrs Harts Ache Ch 03 Int 6

This is the ninth installment of

Mrs. Hart's Ache

Chapter III, Interlude VI, Chloe

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Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar.

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This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest girlfriend a few manners while enjoying a few adventures – sexual and otherwise – along the way.

James Mark Masterson.

Just your typical teenager. Smart... sexy... sophisticated... and always horny. With the time and bank to do pretty much what he wants to do.

And to do who he wants to do.

Here we meet our hero's female golf partners. Including the latest addition to the group, Chloe.

Chloe's fresh off a messy divorce and looking for someone more (as she puts it) enthusiastic.

Well now, we all know how 'enthusiastic' our hero can be. He steps in and completely redefines Chloe's concept of the word.

He and Mr Snake with a little bit of trash talkin'.

Between them, they enthuse the bejesus out of Chloe.

Hang on, here we go again!

Happy reading.

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Mrs. Hart's Ache

III The Ladies in My Life

"...Aced my finals. Cleaned my room. Took my mother to breakfast. Played some golf with my buds. Did Chloe..."

Interlude VI: Chloe

Next is Chloe, my golf partner.

Chloe is 36 and recently divorced (no kids). At 5'3" and about 110, she's compact and built for speed. She has an athlete's body, with slim hips, nice legs and a high, tight ass.

A 34D, her tits are perfect for her frame, like cones jutting out from her chest. Each is capped with a large pink areola about the size of a silver dollar. Her areolae puff out slightly. When she's excited, they take on a rosy glow. Her nipples are fat pink buttons with little dents at the tips.

Chloe wears her emotions on the front of her blouse. Any strong feeling causes her nipples to swell and tent her shirt.

When she fucks, she's is a demon sprinter. You have to hold on tight when she's plugged in, because the action is fast and furious. There's no such thing as a leisurely fuck with Chloe. She knows what she wants, and she wants it Right Now.

Chloe doesn't work, she collects alimony for a living, though she also designs jewelry to keep herself busy. She set up a studio in the bonus room attached to the poolhouse. Everything she does is custom. It's all sterling silver and gemstones, and she is good. The jewelry is all sold through a gallery.

Her former husband is a local doctor. She divorced him because he brought too much of his work home. Too bad that he's a Gynecologist and the work he brought home was the 19-year-old daughter of a neighbor. Technically, she wasn't a patient, though he was giving her a thorough vaginal exam at the time.

Not sure you can get a valid pap smear with your tongue though doc.

Chloe found them in her bed together one day when her lesson cancelled. She drove home, intending to surprise him with dinner, only to find his Mercedes in the driveway.

Knowing him as well as she did, she wasn't that surprised to hear sounds of passion emanating from the bedroom. Her bedroom. Her marriage bed.

Bad move doc.

That her husband was fucking someone other than herself was bad enough. Though he had done it before, it still hurt. But that he was fucking the latest of his bimbos in her bed

really

pissed Chloe off. So she did a little prep work, then tiptoed in with her video camera.

Sony. Digital. Top of the line. Easy to use. 'Existing Light' mode. Lots of memory. Excellent results.

I've seen the download: the doc and his little girlfriend were giving each other head with the chick on top.

Very nice ass. Little bitty titties. Very boinkable.

The girl was bobbing up and down on his cock, taking the head of his dick deep. Meanwhile her husband was licking the girl's fat little clit and nipping softly at her pussylips.

It's a kickass vid, for a couple of amateurs.

Hot Lips said it: 69 is divine.

Neither of them noticed Chloe for the five minutes she was standing in the doorway shooting the action. She was even nice enough to let them cum before announcing her presence by slamming the front door on the way out.

Chloe's Z3 was pulling out of the driveway before he could get out from under the girl, stumble into his shorts and make it to the door. She braked long enough to wave the video camera at him.

He got her on her cellphone, but she just told him to pack a suitcase and vacate the premises. Pronto.

The doc found the wall safe in his study hanging open, and knew he was well and truly fucked. The prep work she'd done included emptying the safe and gathering copies of their tax returns for the previous five years.

Things like the deed to their summer home on the coast, the deed for the condo in Vail, a list of their securities, the key to their safety deposit box and her emeralds all went into a small suitcase. Chloe doesn't like diamonds. Too cold. But she has a ton of emeralds.

The doc also had stacks of cash from those of his patients who preferred not to have their more personal ailments on record. Chloe needed a separate bag for the cash.

What the doc didn't know, was his soon-to-be ex- wife wasn't near through with him.

Bend over doc. It's Roto Rooter time.

On the way to her lawyers office, she cleaned out the savings and checking accounts, as well as the safety deposit box.

To really rub his face in the shit, she reported stolen all of their joint credit cards. The doc ended up sleeping on the couch in his office that night.

The good doctor was massively screwed, and not just by Chloe. Turns out he was fucking the girl's mother too.

That lady was

totally

pissed when she found that her lover was also boffing her daughter. Not that she expected him to be faithful, but she wouldn't share her shoes with her daughter, let alone a lover.

The lady's husband is a little guy, not at all physically imposing. But he is very good at what he does for a living. Ruthless, you might say. He's a lawyer. He was not amused when his wife and daughter were both named as corespondents in the divorce.

In the settlement, Chloe got the house. The doc got the mortgage. He also got the condo, half the registered securities and his wedding ring.

He lost those though, when the neighbor sued for alienation of affection. I think he ended up with his year-old Mercedes, his wardrobe and 100K in legal bills.

The doc is a very lucky man though. Between the neighbor and the neighbor's wife, his former lover, he was lucky to escape with his cojones intact. Both wanted his cock and balls stuffed, framed and mounted on their individual walls. The wife even contacted a taxidermist to see if it was possible.

Just for information sake, you understand.

I think that one of the reasons the doc is still singing tenor is that the neighbor's ex-wife can't afford the contract for getting his severed nuts. She was

pissed

. Not the least because she had signed a prenup.

It's not easy going back to being a receptionist after twenty years of the good life, sipping martinis around the pool at the country club.

But there's always a silver lining. The doc's practice is thriving. Apparently the publicity brought in a slew of new clients. It's a good thing, 'cause he pays a ton of money in alimony each month to Chloe.

Tch, tch, tch, what price a piece of pussy.

Enough about the doc. Back to Chloe.

At one time Chloe was the Assistant Pro at a private golf club. She's a scratch golfer, good enough for the tour, but she hated the grind. Traveling from city to city and living out of a suitcase for nine months a year held no appeal for her. Instead, she married the doctor then spent her days playing golf and working in her studio.

She and her husband tried for kids, but nada before the divorce.

The high school golf team practices at her club. Chloe also got the membership at the club as part of the divorce settlement. The doc got the monthly dues payment.

There is a hellovalota prime pussy laying around that place in the middle of the day. Some not-so- prime pussy too. Most of the members are professionals in the city, doctors, lawyer and businessmen. Their wives don't work.

Instead, a lot of the women spend their days biffing golf balls into the creek, laying around the pool sipping cocktails and fucking the younger members of the staff while their kiddies are safely tucked in school.

It would be easy for me to hop from cabaña to cabaña around the club. I could get laid five times a day, as long as Mr Snake held up. But I'm not that much of a slut.

Chloe likes to tease me about it. She's offered to be my pimp, and says that we'd each make our million in about six months, then retire to the Greek islands.

Chloe and I met at the club. My homies, Dan, Eric, Justin and I were scheduled to play a practice round one afternoon. For some reason Justin couldn't make it at the last minute. I was standing next to the desk in the Pro Shop when he called my cellphone. As usual, I was checking out the local quim as we talked.

So sue me. I'm a guy. We do that. It comes natural.

A nicely filled pair of khaki golf shorts caught my eye. The shorts belonged a small brunette with short straight hair and a sweet little ass. She was standing at a rack, flipping through women's golf shirts.

As I spoke with Justin, I gave her body a once over, from her ankles up. When I glanced at the woman's face, I was a bit surprised to see that she was giving me the same measuring look. Our eyes met, and she blushed, which made me smile. I winked. She smiled, hesitated, then came over to me.

She had overheard my end of the conversation. When I closed my phone, she asked me if we needed a fourth. I hate being paired with a duffer but she did look sweet. I thought what the hell, it might be fun. I said yes. I'm glad that I did.

Chloe grinned, then said that she would meet us on the first tee in five minutes. Neither Dan, nor Eric were enthusiastic about the pairing either.

That is, until they saw the brunette pulling her cart toward the tee. Her button nose, ready smile and moss green eyes certainly helped. But it was the way she filled her golf shirt and those pleated shorts that cinched it.

Time out:

Dan's a sweet guy that just looks like he could tear your arm off and enjoy eating it. He's also one of the hardest working guys I know. School work doesn't come easy for him, but he's determined to be a teacher some day. He'll make it after a career in pro ball. He is that good.

At 6'3", he weighs in around 240, all muscle. He's got black hair. Like me, he has a heavy beard for a guy who just turned 18. He's an All-State line- backer, and a consensus High School All- American. Dan has a scholarship locked for an SEC team. He'd never been East of the Rockies, until he made the recruiting trip to the school. I think he's in for a bit of culture shock

Our pal Eric is 6' 175, with shaggy blond hair. He's a surfer dude, but like me he's also into computers. He's a hacker, but never disturbs anything that he gets into. He just does it for fun. He's heavy into Math and Physics, and plans to get his doctorate in Cybernetics.

Looking at him, you might think our absent friend Justin was a complete nerd. He's about 5'8" and maybe 140 soaking wet. But he's been into Karate since he was five. He's small, but fast and completely ruthless on the mat.

On the golf course, he's also the most consistently accurate of us. He's not long off the tee, but his drives are always straight down the middle. And he has a touch with short irons that you wouldn't believe. He can get backspin off concrete. If he gets his putter figured out, he could go pro in a couple of years.

Justin's real claim to fame is in his pants. Except for Mr Snake of course he has the biggest schlong around. The two of us have been close buds since we moved here after Dad retired.

Time in.

We all introduced ourselves, then flipped a tee. Chloe led off. We four guys play the Blue tees, and always play a two dollar Nassau when we practice. Chloe asked if she could get in on it. You'd think I'd have known better. That's what I get for letting Mr Snake think for me.

We three looked at each other, and said sure. We were a bit surprised though when she teed up right there on the Blues instead of taking the Women's tee.

She took a couple of practice swings, then nailed it 250 yards right down the center-left of the fairway. Her ball landed in perfect position for a soft 9-iron to the green.

Dan, Eric and I looked at each other, and knew that we were in for a long afternoon.

Chloe beat the shit out of all of us. I played the game of my life and shot a 72 scratch. Even with my handicap, she beat me by a stroke. Dan and Eric both shot 79's. Chloe came in at five under 67 without breaking a sweat. She either won outright or halved every hole. Nobody bothered to press. After she collected our money, she admitted that she played scratch. Duh!

Her putting pulled it out for her. She's got such soft hands. She made ten foot putts like there was a groove in the green between her ball and the hole. I admire a person that is good at something, and Chloe is good at golf.

She's also good at playing other fun games. She proved that a few days later when I went back for a rematch at her invitation.

We played a twosome late in the afternoon, and were the last off the course, just as the sun was setting. She won again, this time by three strokes. As a consolation prize, she offered dinner at her place, a five minute drive from the clubhouse. Never one to pass up a free meal, I accepted.

I called home on the way over, got Dad, told him my plans and said that I'd be back late, if at all. Dad's cool about things as long as I keep in touch. He was taking Mom out to dinner, then dancing so we made plans to have brunch together the next day.

A little over three hours later, Chloe and I were curled up together in her bed. Dinner had been steaks and baked potatoes from her grill by the pool. She nuked the potatoes, then tossed a simple garden salad while I tended the steaks. Lettuce, tomatoes and cukes with a few scallions thrown in.

Something told me that it was a set-up. Two huge ribeyes were in the fridge already marinating. She had a pair of new bags just my size hanging in the poolhouse dressing room. The tags were still attached. Steam was drifting off of the hot tub into the warm night air.

The setting for dinner was informal. We ate on her patio under the stars, sharing a bottle of fine Merlot. One spotlight illuminated the table. The lights in the spa and pool were lit. As was one light over the door to the poolhouse. Otherwise it was dark. Very romantic.

We talked about this and that. She showed me some of her jewelry. I mentioned that I knew a couple of gallery owners that might want to see her work.

Time out.

Liz doesn't handle jewelry in her gallery, but I hooked her up with another pal of mine, Tiffany. More about Tiff later.

Chloe's stuff is selling for anywhere from $250 to $2,500. Bracelets, earrings, necklaces, rings and pendants. All made of precious and semi-precious gemstones and Sterling Silver. All original designs. She is cleaning up.

Time in.

Then she began talking about herself. She talked frankly about her divorce. She had met him at the club where she worked. He played there on Saturday as a guest of a member, another doctor. Her former husband was a few years older, handsome as the devil with the devils charm. He pursued her from the first moment he saw her. Flowers, dinners, little gifts and courtesies that can turn a woman's head in a second. The sex was fabulous too. According to Chloe, he was a practiced and considerate lover, in and out of bed.

Time out.

That's the drawback about being a good listener. Sometimes you have to hear things that you don't particularly want to know.

Time in.

It wasn't until after the wedding that she realized how much of a hound he was. The chase was everything to him. Once he'd gotten his bone, he lost interest and was on to the next. It wasn't six months into the marriage when she knew that he was out chasing fresh pussy.

More than anything, if pissed her off. Chloe knew her own worth. It was his problem and not a reflection on her. She put up with it for another six months before taking him down. Even then, she didn't hate him. She pitied him.

I didn't particularly want to hear more about her former husband, but she changed the subject herself.

Thank you Lord. There's such a thing as too much information.

Chloe talked about golf, how she had been playing since she was a young teen. I told her about climbing and flying. She made me promise to take her on a trip one day.

After dinner she cleared the table while I cleaned up the grill. As she finished in the kitchen, I slipped out of my clothes and into the spa. I laid back with my arms outstretched along the rim and closed my eyes. The bubbles shooting against me felt so fine. Shortly Chloe came out in a sweet little mini-bikini with a mesh coverup.

I learned later that Chloe wears a nice little maillot around the pool at the club. But at home in her own pool, she is stunning in that skimpy pink mesh bikini. I opened my eyes just long enough to get a look at what little there was of her suit.

Her full breasts strained against the triangles of fabric, nipples first. Her excitement was showing.

Time out.

Don't you just love watching a beautiful woman move? Particularly when the woman has little or nothing covering her body and her breasts stand out from her chest? The heavy breasts bounce upon her chest, each bounce sending residual tremors rippling through the flesh. God knew what he was doing when he made some women look the way they do. For sure.

Time in.

Chloe's breast bobbed slightly with each step. The cups of her top muted the tremors. I just knew from watching her take those few steps that her breasts would have that same sensuous liquid quiver that large firm breasts have when naked.

Her ass had that same fluidity; the same appearance when in motion. Compact and curved; full round without being heavy. Gorgeous. So much fun to watch; killer to touch; to hold; to fondle.

I smiled to myself, noting that Mr Snake was awake again.

She lost the coverup and stepped into the bubbling water. It was her move. Chloe took the opportunity to slide onto the seat beside me. She laid her head on my arm, then relaxed to the swirling water. I don't think we said two words for five or ten minutes. Then I asked a key question of my own.

"Dinner was choice, but I get the feeling that you planned this evening. Did you have something more in mind?"

Chloe gave me a shy smile. I think she would have shown a blush but for the flush from the hot water.

"James, you're as quick as I thought you'd be... And yes, I did have something more in mind. I've had my fill of older men... gentle-men (her emphasis)... I'm looking for someone more..."

She paused as though choosing her words with care.

"...more 'enthusiastic' I guess you'd say... much more enthusiastic..." She looked up. That sparkle was back in her eyes.

"I've seen you and your friends around the club. You look exactly like the guy I had in mind. Playing that first round with you was the perfect opportunity to get to know you better."

She looked away. That made me think she was blushing again. It was hard to tell in the hot tub, but her eyes were flashing. She glanced my way, then settled her eyes on the fence before she went on.

"The only thing is... well, you're younger than I though you were when I first saw you. I thought you guys were in your twenties at least... The way you talk and act. You're not like any guy I remember when I was as young as you are..."