With many thanks to Frank, from Go Bula! for ideas and the like.
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Mary Ann-Carter Woodward had been an adventurous youth. In high school she'd met her now husband, but his family did not approve of them. He married Claudette Ash-burn and they had a daughter Jade. Meanwhile Mary Ann-Carter had finished her degree in Realty and her masters in Law. She was set to take the board when Brent Woodward, her high school sweetheart and Claudette separated. As in high school, their romance was re ignited and with his parents great disapproval they had moved in together before his divorce was finalized. It was not the last thing that she would do to shame the rich and old family.
They never cared for her, always considering her too low for their son. Unfortunately for them, she gave birth to Brent's first-born son, the heir to the great Woodward name. Though they demanded Brent get blood tests, it was obvious the child was his and Mary had never been the slightest hint of anything but a doting, faithful wife, despite how much they slandered and loathed her.
She always tried to impress upon her in-laws how much she loved their son, but never seemed to make way. By the time her son, David was in school she had given up all together. Jade who went by Jazz, shared her grandparents feelings towards Mary and never referred to her in anything short of condescending. At thirteen she was all attitude, and at times too much attitude for either parents to handle. Mary would go round and round with her, and the grandparents over the phone.
At first her husband supported her without blemish, but the wars dragged on and he grew distant. The adventurous and fun spirit Mary had, as a youth, in college and before her marriage to Brent slipped away from her. The Mary Ann that looked back at her from the mirror of the mini- van was not the same she'd remembered of her youth. She was still very attractive. An overwhelming MILF so her co-workers called her, but something had died inside.
Her short black hair, recently bleached blond, did not help her as the promised print on the box said it would. She did not feel "more alive than ever before". Twice a week she worked out at the fitness club, she ate right and dressed appropriately but inside she knew she wasn't herself anymore.
"I am nearly forty..." She confided to her friend on her cell, pulling around the drop off circle at the school. "But I feel like I have been dead for years."
"Awe, don't say that Mary, we'll go out this weekend, or something."
She agreed and hung up, pulling next to the curb. It began to rain, just like the weather report swore it wouldn't and she got soaked helping David out. A teacher's aid took his hand at the door and asked her if she wanted to come in and dry off but she politely refused, "Have to go to work." she said.
"Another time." the man said.
Was he hitting on her? She gave him a look in the pelting rain before jumping back into the car. A cute guy, like an actor form television. But she would never go out with a Black guy... what was she thinking? She was married first, and about twice the man's age! She shook her head and pulled back into traffic, "Oh Mary you are a shameful woman." she scolded herself, "Everything the Woodward's say about you is true!" she laughed at herself.
Later, still aroused by the man's request for her company, however, she began to rub her husband's shoulders. Brent gruff-ed: "Not tonight honey I have an important meeting tomorrow."
"That is supposed to be my line." She remarked, sitting up at the edge of the bed, feeling hopeless and lost.
"We have children, I work all the time to put food in their mouths and clothes on their backs."
"Here we go... I'll go pack for the guilt trip."
"Don't be a smart ass, I am tired. Can't a man be tired once in a while?" he sighed and rolled over, besides you're always horny..."
She frowned: "You used to like that about me..."
"I still do, just not tonight."
She wasn't going to push it or mention the fact that "Tonight" had been every night for the past year. His comments made her feel dirty, like there was something wrong with her. Was there?
Restless, Mary waited in bed for Brent to fall asleep. When she heard his purring slumber, she began to rub herself through the silk panties. Before she had fantasized about them on his boat or up in the cabins or on the beach. She would rub her clitoris softly, licking her fingers and moaning in sweet memory, herself to sleep. But this time was different. She remembered the rain splashing on her face and her shirt, wetting her braw and breasts, she remembered traffic and thought of the school, the man who offered her coffee. The Black man. Her finger slipped into her hot cunt and she came, a flood rushing over her. Tingly warmth and then still numbness. Sweet numbness, and sweet surrender. Her body was tight and then relaxed. She had frozen not to disturb the tranquil Brent beside her. Slipping her finger out, she brought it up to her mouth and licked it, slipping it between her lips she sucked her juices from it, pretending it was the man's fingers. They would be thick, rough, Black. She trembled. Would she cum again? This was crazy. She rubbed her clitoris with her other hand, slipping it between the soaked panties and her groomed mound. She came instantly, with only slight play, her stomach muscles tensed and her she barely caught the yelp from escaping. She sighed and turned over, licking the other hand clean now. After a long pause, when she was sure Brent was still sleeping, she slipped her hands back down between her legs.
Mary didn't get much rest that night, but her dreams were erotic and in the morning Mary decided she would find out if the young man was hitting on her or not.
In the morning, She made coffee, eggs and toast for Brent. She assisted the Nanny with David's clothes and informed Jade several times what time it was and that she would be late. To which the young girl responded in Latin: "Your face doesn't sleep with you!" However, being a college grad herself, and having to enjoyed her Latin classes equally, Mary quipped back, also in Latin: "Little potato!" and then in English. "Martial was a poor play write and it shows lack of character to quote him, and a lack of depth as well."
More than a little relieved from wining the first round so easily, Mary retreated to the kitchen ready for more to come later. Brent informed her that Jade had just text him from the upstairs and that her friends were picking her up for school and that she (Mary) wouldn't need to wait on her.
"I am sure she used more adjectives than that to refer to me." Mary said warming Brent's coffee to the rim.
