Thanks for all the positive feedback on my main series,
A Gift Amongst Friends
. At this rate, even I was starting to wonder if I would finally get another story finished. But you guys have been very kind, and that's what keeps bringing me back.
This is another story that I have wanted to tell for a while. You do not need to read
AGAF
to follow this story, however all of my stories share a connection. If you like this one, I recommend checking out my others. My bio page has a suggested order, but I leave that up to the reader.
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The pale moonlight did little to illuminate the master bedroom of the two-story house. Nothing could be heard aside from the muffled sound of rain striking the window. The weather had been unusually dreadful for the past week, and it looked like the rain would keep up until the weekend.
Although she was alone in the house, Evelyn instinctively stifled her moan as she fingered herself to climax in the wastefully large king-sized bed.
It's still so weird to have the place to myself
, she thought as she lay in the dark, pink nightie pulled up to her neck and matching panties wrapped around her knees. She breathed heavily, and her muscles began to relax. It felt as though her body was melting into the sheets.
I don't know if I will ever get used to this
.
Her daughter was off to college, and her husband of eighteen years had left her months prior for a younger woman—one of his former students.
It's so cliché that it is almost funny
, Evelyn frequently told herself. Much to her surprise, it had been something of a relief when Travis filed for divorce. She had known about his cheating for many years, and with their daughter moved out, there was less incentive to stay in failing marriage.
The first two months alone had been difficult, but having a supportive daughter helped immensely. Evelyn kept the house, and Travis took almost everything else. The money was not really a concern for her. She did well at the marketing agency where she worked, and she had recently been promoted to head of accounts and finances. The hardest part was changing her lifestyle, and with the nest empty, Evelyn found herself often bored and lonely.
This evening was not unusual for her. After cleaning up the dishes, she watched television until about 9:30pm and took a warm bath. Lying in bed each night, there were certainly some aspects of her marriage that she missed. Instead, she had rediscovered masturbation and it gradually become part of her evening routine.
She was not ready for another serious relationship just yet, but she knew that when the time came, she would have no problem finding someone. Although she was thirty-seven years old, she was frequently mistaken for someone in her late twenties. She had spent the years since her daughter's birth getting herself back into the fit shape of her teenage years.
Evelyn had always been a well-endowed woman, and she still wore the 36D bra size that she had worn in high school. Her breasts had held up surprisingly well over the years, with very little of the characteristic sag that came with large breasts and having a kid. Her skin was lightly tanned, and her long dark hair was typically worn in a ponytail to fit with her professional attire.
Clients frequently flirted with her over the years, and she had enjoyed the flattery. Occasionally, she might flirt back to help strengthen friendly relationships with the agency's more important partners, but it was always innocent.
Evelyn knew that much of her success in life was due to her looks and personality. She had no academic training to speak of, and it was her ex-husband's friends that had helped her get hired over ten years ago. Ironically, with her new promotion, she now supervised some of the very people that had gotten her into the company. However, she never felt any hints of jealousy from these friends, and she remained grateful to them, even if they were still close friends of Travis.
In fact, she did not hold grudges against any of Travis' friends. She was always a social butterfly, and over the years, his friends had become her friends. She was used to being the center of attention at the frequent dinner parties and barbeques that they had hosted over the years. However, she had quickly learned that one of the most awkward parts of divorce is trying to maintain normal interactions with former friends. Everyone acted like they were being forced to choose a side, whereas all Evelyn wanted was for everyone to get along like before.
She was afraid that this isolation was starting to change her.
No, this isn't change
, she thought as she lay in bed, catching her breath.
It's more like relapse
...
In her younger years, Evelyn had been known for her wild tendencies. Although many people still considered her a flirt now, this was nothing compared to her youth. Most of her high school football team had been with her at one point or another—in fact, she had jokingly become known as a rite of passage for incoming players. Now she could not remember how many of the stories were even true, but at the time, she had made no effort to deny them. For better or worse, the reputation had come with its share of popularity.
But that was almost twenty years ago, and she had tried to put that reputation behind her when she got married. However, she could not shed it completely. At her ten-year high school reunion, former members of the football team had made a bet about whether she would put out. Coincidentally, the reunion occurred just three weeks after she had first learned of Travis' cheating.
With her husband out of town for a conference, and with a drunken yearning for revenge, she gave two of her former classmates blowjobs in the washroom and let the former quarterback fuck her on the hood of her car. She immediately regretted her actions and was thankful that it never got back to Travis. In a terrible twist of fate, one of those former classmates went on to become her daughter's gym teacher, and that same quarterback, Frank Larson, became one of her agency's biggest clients in the last few years.
Since the night of the reunion, she tried hard to play the part of the conservative housewife. For the sake of their family, Evelyn could not go back to that life. She needed to be the moral example for her daughter.
For the last nine years, Travis had been the only man she was with. For the first months following the divorce, she was too depressed to even think about sex. Eventually, as familiar desires returned, she found masturbation was enough to keep her content.
Even so, she had no interest in finding a sexual partner until the time felt right. It was surprisingly easy—she rarely got out of the house anymore aside from work and errands. However, with the summer approaching, she was looking forward to resuming her weekly trips to the beach. She liked to go alone, as she found the ocean relaxing, and it gave her an opportunity to work on her tan. So far, the weather had prevented her from going, but she hoped for that the change this weekend.
