Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
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Atlanta, Georgia
A door slammed from somewhere upstairs. The sound could be heard throughout the large, empty house. Life had gone back to normal for Mary as she found herself home alone for another weekend. Her husband, James, had finally come home last week. He had a break from work that allowed him to return home, and they had the chance to spend quality time together again. Work was business as usual for Mary back at the cable news studio. Her husband rarely asked about the day-to-day dealings at work. It was none of his concern since he knew how long Mary had been chief meteorologist. Sometimes, James liked to joke about how when he missed her, he could see her on TV every morning. That joke still made her blush after all these years.
Three weeks had passed since her last meeting with Terry at the Mystic Palace nightclub. The memories of those nights were still fresh in Mary's mind, despite how hard she tried to forget about them while her husband was home. She was beginning to learn the hard way that desires could not be forgotten. Aside from Terry, she was thinking about his son, Javon. She had never experienced a threesome before in her life, and now she had that moment to cherish between a father and son. Mary was surprised that James could leave and come back and not suspect her of having any affairs. That was the result of the trust they had built up together throughout the years. All was back to normal when he was home, but she knew that would only be temporary. He had to leave again after nine days off and drive back across town to resume his work alongside his partner at the law firm.
While James rarely asked questions about her work, Mary was curious about what went on with his cases. He was a paralegal who worked alongside an attorney who spent most of his time as a public defender. In the past, James had worked for a tax-based law firm. He complained about the hours back then, but Mary felt he spent more time across town with the new firm he had moved to. During dinner, she sparked a conversation by asking about the records of any of his recent clients. When someone was stuck with a public defender, it was a sign that they did not have the money to hire a real lawyer. James told her he hated that public defenders were often called 'public cowards' by some inmates in the county jail. He was thankful that he was not the lawyer having to represent them in court. He did his work as a paralegal, preparing cases and following an attorney.
Sometimes Mary found herself suspecting that James spent time away from her own purpose, or maybe that was her own guilty conscience surfacing inside her. She never poked her nose into his business at the office, all out of respect for how he never showed up at the studio to learn about the environment of her workplace. While he was home, Mary was eager to spice up the night with some bedroom fun. This surprised James, since they had rarely enjoyed sex together in the past year. What caused this abrupt change seemed to perplex him. Mary acted as if she were lustfully starved and eager to try new experiences in the bedroom. That night did not seem to go as well, at least from her impression. James was never the type of man to get wild in the bedroom. He was taken aback by her desire to dress up in lingerie just to give him a quick strip show.
The night ended with her riding him as they shared a climax together. James was surprised at how frisky Mary was. Everything she did seemed to blow his mind, from how long she spent sucking his cock to asking him if he wanted to fuck her tits. She had learned new things to do in the bedroom thanks to Terry and Javon, but the experience was not the same. James preferred romance and spent most of the night spooning in bed. He was not the kind of man to take charge and spend the night trying new positions. He was so baffled by this change in her behavior that James seemed unable to process it. The next morning, they ended up having an argument about sex. He asked where she had suddenly found these new ideas. Mary insisted that they both needed to spice things up and try new things since they were rarely home together like this.
That was four days ago. He had left to go back across town and resume his work. She could not deny how Terry influenced her new kinks, but it was different. She preferred him or his son to be the one behind her, pounding her ass, instead of her husband. At least she did not give James that honor, regardless of whether he would have appreciated it. She knew if he fucked her ass, it would not be the sensational experience Terry had given her. For once, she could not wait for James to leave and leave her home alone again. The lustful night they shared had left a bad taste in her mouth that she was eager to get rid of by going back to work and then seeking Terry again. Three weeks without going back to the club had almost felt like an entire month. Her friend Sonya was eager to have a discussion about her affairs once they met at work again.
Without Sonya, Mary would have never met Terry. Her friend had opened the door to a potential new lifestyle she would have never dreamed she would enjoy. After three weeks of not seeing him but only exchanging a few text messages here and there, Mary was feeling deprived. At work, she found herself thinking about searching for the name Terry Knight in public records to see what came up. Throughout all this time, she had yet to learn what kind of business he was truly involved in. She speculated that he was something of a gangster. His son was another story, since Mary had the impression that his father was mentoring him in the life. But what life did they lead? It was all a big mystery, as was anything to do with the Mystic Palace club. Mary did not want to ask Sonya too many questions in fear that she would tell Terry who she really was.
Concealing her identity when she had these affairs was always key. Even though she went by a fake name, Mary did fear that Terry would later realize that Shelley was not real. What if he or any of his men at the club eventually recognized her daily TV appearances? That was one question she was always pondering. Better still, Mary was curious to learn about the men she had affairs with. While sitting home alone one night, she decided to open her laptop and go straight to Google. Instead of searching Terry's name, she typed in 'Javon Knight' and began searching. It took her a few minutes to scroll through pages, then search again by adding Atlanta into the search bar. It took her some time to find his social media accounts. When she finally did, her eyebrows quirked as she found herself grinning at the content.
Javon had the appearance of a young playboy on social media under the name 'Lil J'. Post after post showed him with different girls, some straight from a strip club. Other posts had pictures of stacks of money, jewelry, and fancy cars. After scrolling through dozens of posts, Mary felt she had not learned much about who he was. The only way she could learn more would be to meet with him again. Either that, or keep searching and see if he has an arrest record. That would potentially give away the mystery of this young man. All she knew of him was that he was twenty-two years old and that his father did not approve of his taste in women. It was not hard for Mary to see why, with all the girls on his social media who looked like strippers or escorts. The other thing Mary knew was that he was a young man with the level of energy to fuck her the way she wanted.
Mary decided to make a social media account under the name Shelleyxxx and try to get Javon's attention. She did not bother uploading a photo, but made the account and sent him a friend request. After waiting an hour, Mary decided to write him a private message and send it. She explained that she was Shelley, reaching out to him to say thanks for the wild night she had with him and his father. A day went by with no response to the message. Javon probably had yet to check his social media accounts, but that had only made Mary more desperate. She was not going to be ignored by this young man. On her way home from the studio, Mary stopped at a gas station and purchased a cheap mobile phone. She was inspired by something she had seen on a TV show a few years ago about using a burner phone. With one card, the phone was loaded with unlimited minutes and text messages for the next thirty days.
Now she had a separate phone to use in her affairs when going by the alias Shelley. Mary had no qualms about opening her laptop on the kitchen table and returning to that social media site now that her husband was gone. Since Javon had yet to open her message, she wrote him a new one. Mary figured the best way she could get his attention would be to leave a phone number in a desperate plea that she wanted to hook up with him one special night. An hour passed after the message was sent with no reply. Mary closed her laptop and began to unwind herself with a few glasses of wine. If Javon was not going to respond to her emails, maybe it would be best to take a trip to the Mystic Palace club and seek out his father. Mary was tempted, but she was lusting for a younger man tonight. She was beginning to give up on the night after the clock moved past ten when the burner phone began to ring from the bedroom. Mary dashed to the bedroom, picking up the phone to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hey yo, Shelley? That you?"
"Yes, it's me. How are you doing, Javon?"
"I got your message, so what's up? It's not everyday I get one of my dad's hoes... excuse me, ladies hittin' me up online."
Her heartbeat began racing when he referred to her as a hoe. Mary blushed, trying to laugh off his choice of language and not be offended by it.