They made love once more before deciding to take a break. They went into the bathroom together, which was how it was going to be for them from that moment on, and took turns sponging each other's body with soap. For Marie it was like reliving her fantasy all over: rubbing soap suds all over his body, their lips merged in a kiss. His hands slapped her tits playfully while water fell down on both of them. Her hand washed his cock, but finding it unsatisfactory, came down to her knees and took his shaft into her mouth. She was becoming brazen in so short a period. She wasn't the former woman she once was anymore.
Curtis turned off the shower and picked her up and carried her back into his room. He dumped her on the bed, turned her around to be on her arms and knees and slapped her ass cheeks.
"Shake your ass for me," he demanded. "Bounce it up and down."
Marie didn't get what he meant at first but then he slapped her ass, harder this time. It made her howl and his voice became harsh with her.
"COME ON!" he snapped. "I said bounce those ass cheeks for me! Come on, do it!"
Marie was a little scared. She started wiggling her ass side to side for him, but another smack told her it wasn't so. He coached her in what he meant and minutes later she got the idea and began bouncing her ass for him, working hard to make her ass cheeks slap and clap. Curtis wasn't angry with her anymore.
"Yeah ... that's how I want you to bounce that ass. You're still a little weak on it, but in time, as long as you keep practicing, you'll become a pro. You do want to become a pro, don't you?"
"For you, I would," she said.
She was still wiggling her ass as he brought his face between her ass lobes, sticking his tongue down her crack to her anal orifice. Marie half-shut her eyes and sighed.
"You'd better not stop wiggling your ass, Marie," Curtis ordered her. "You'll get me upset if you do."
"No darling, I won't."
He didn't reply her. He was busy slipping his tongue up and down her ass crack. He rolled his tongue down her asshole and slid downward to her hungry pussy. Marie kept on bouncing her ass even though she wanted to stop. Her moans were growing higher and her breathing heavier. She rested her head on the bed, still keeping up with her ass shaking. Curtis told her not to move and then stepped out of the room. Marie remained as she was, wondering whatever he was going to get.
Curtis returned to the bedroom a minute later with a glass jar in his hand. It was strawberry jam which he'd gotten from the kitchen. He dipped his fingers inside and rubbed it on her ass and down her ass crack. Marie gasped from the cold wetness of it. He returned to licking her ass, rolling his tongue over the jam-lathered area. This brought an exciting sensation over Marie's lower body. Never had she thought foreplay could be as interesting as this. Curtis held her ass cheeks as wide apart as he could and buried his face down her valley, consuming every drop and splatter of strawberry jam that was there. Like that he slid down to her pussy and ate her up. Marie shook and convulsed all over as if she'd been doused with a bucket of cold water.
"Ohhh ... shit!" she cried out. "Ohhh God! You're killing me, babe!"
Curtis got up, his lower lips wet with her cum juice and bits of strawberry jam, and gave her ass one more slap before getting up on the bed, hunched over her. She cried as the head of his cock found her pussy entrance and dove right into it. Her pussy drew a farting-like sound as he pulled out and then drove it back into her. He slapped her ass repeatedly, pounding her harder with lengthy thrusts. Marie grabbed the bed sheets once again moaning like crazy. Each thrust of his cock was like being jammed with a lead pipe. Her late husband was never this big or thick as Curtis was. Made her wonder just how much fun she'd been missing all this while.
6.
Neither of them ventured outside the house that day. They were like children discovering new type of play, not wishing for the world to know about what they were up to. Marie felt rejuvenated, revitalized unlike before. She was a reptile that had shed its old skin and replaced it with a new one. The world looked completely different for her now. Months after she'd laid Edward in the ground she had felt lost and alone. Now the last thing she felt was loneliness. She had a lover now, and he was unlike any person she'd ever thought she would meet.
After Curtis had fucked her and shot his cum down her ass they'd rested for a while and later, feeling famished, they'd trooped downstairs and she'd made them both sandwiches. Curtis had wolfed his down and still felt unsatisfied. They placed an order to the nearby Pizza Hut and played with each other in the living room until the young lad arrived with their meal.
The following day Marie called her office and told her she wouldn't be coming to work—she had the flu. Curtis sucked on her tits and fingered her pussy while she made the phone call, dragging her voice as if she were really ill. Dropping the phone, they'd screwed each other in the living room. Curtis never fucked her gentlemanly and she too was getting used to his roughness with her. He had her leaning over the couch looking out the driveway of her home and mounted her from behind. He grabbed a handful of her auburn hair and pulled it back while he went on fucking her hard. The sound of her cries rebounded around the room. Everywhere smelled of cum, pussy juice and his semen each time I splashed it over her face or on her butt.
By the second day he'd instigated Marie to swallow his cum. She was at first unwilling to try, but after a couple of butt smacks she opened her mouth and allowed him to empty his load inside her. Before the even came she was looking forward to whenever he was about to cum, then she would indicate that he shoot it inside her mouth and she would make everything disappear.
Hard to believe that within forty-eight hours Marie was fast becoming a slut. She was quite familiar with the word, but never would she ever had thought the word would apply to her. To her understanding, the word felt more at home with prostitutes. Curtis became unconditionally her bread and butter, her sunlight during the day and moon during the night.
The following night when she lay beside him, cuddling. He had his arm around her and she couldn't stop rubbing it. She loved the manly smell about him; she felt safe in his presence.
"Are you worried?" he asked her.
"No. I don't think so."
"Come on, tell the truth. You're a little worried."
She thought about it for a minute, then: "Yes, I am. I'm afraid."
"You're afraid of me."
There. He had hit the hammer on the nail's head. "Yes, I am. I don't know what to make about you. I'm afraid I'll wake up tomorrow and you won't be here anymore."
"I'm your tenant and you're my landlady. Whatever makes you think I won't be here tomorrow?"
"You know what I mean. I hardly know you."
