I'd had it with Mason. His affairs, one right after the other, had begun to push me over the edge. My favorite decorator, on her knees in my new den with his penis in her mouth, was the straw that broke the camel's back.
That night in our bedroom, I laid down the law. "We will not divorce for the sake of our child. You and I will sleep in separate wings of this house. Sex is a thing of the past no matter how badly you need it. You can have your other women. I only ask that you be more discreet. We will continue to present the image of a loving couple before our families and friends. Got it?" Mason cried for forgiveness and pretended as if he cared about my feelings and the changes in out lives, but I didn't believe him. Not really.
The next morning at breakfast, I made an announcement. "Oh, by the way, I'll be taking a little trip in a few days. Trey is all yours for the next month. Try not to screw nanny in front of him, will you?"
After the limousine arrived, I kissed my child and scowled at my husband. I wouldn't worry too much about Trey. Mason may be a lousy husband, but he is a good father. Five and a half-year-old Trey would be looking forward to adventures with his daddy.
Mason and I both come from old money. I have maintained the looks and figure I had when I started college twelve years ago. My thick blonde hair is cut to just below my chin, highlighting my flawless skin, vivid blue eyes and naturally red lips. Diet and exercise have kept this 30-year old body healthy and trim. I still capture the attention of both men and women. Their eyes say I am beautiful and I know that I am. All of this seems not to appeal to my husband anymore.
I'd e-mailed Sarah last night. She wrote me back saying that she and her husband were out of the country for six weeks. Her keys would be left with the manager of her building in case I needed to use her apartment. I was disappointed because I thought I might recapture something with her. It had been such a long time, but our college loving and that one afternoon a few years ago, were always at the edge of my mind.
My hotel was as elegant and stately as ever. This is the only place I'll stay in when I'm in New York. After my things were unpacked and an early dinner was served in the room, I called down to the desk for assistance. I needed someone to do some correspondence and make several calls. Management assured that someone would be sent up within the hour.
The knock came twenty minutes later. The manager introduced me to a young woman from a nearby temporary service. "This is Tina," the manager said. "She comes highly recommended."
"Thank you. I'm sure she will do nicely." After he left, I turned to the girl. "Hello, Tina. I'm glad you were able to come. Shall we get started?"
"Thank you for the work. What would you like me to do first?" I dictated a few items for e-mailing and assigned her several other clerical tasks. Then I went off to take a long, leisurely bath. When I came back, refreshed and clean, Tina had called all of the people on my list informing them of my arrival in New York and sent my e-correspondence.
I went to get my purse to tip her. When I got back, she asked boldly if I was absolutely certain there was nothing else she could do for me. I would have said no had she not been staring at my exposed left breast with its peaked nipple where my robe had opened.
"Tina, do you mean what I think you mean? Are you asking me if I want sex with you? I asked, incredulously.
Smiling, she said, "That's exactly what I mean. Sex with another woman is what most women want if given the opportunity. I have an on-again/off-again boyfriend, but I dearly love to fuck women. I see the rings on your hand, but you'd like nothing better than for me to eat your pussy. Am I right?" She slowly walked to me, removed my purse from my hands and unbelted my robe.
At her explicit invitation, my heart rate increased and my pussy throbbed. "Yes, you're right. It's been so long since I've been with a woman." Tina was as tall as me, about 20, with thick black curls that reached the tops of her shoulders. She was dressed like the girls her age-short skirt, a top that exposed skin if she moved a certain way, chunky shoes. She was very pretty with large hazel eyes, dark pink lips and long legs. She explained that she was an actress waiting for a break. Being a temp helped her to meet the rent.
Looking in my eyes, Tina reached inside my robe and cupped my pussy. I began to melt. I needed this so much. She rubbed me hard with heel of her hand, bringing me off quickly. I sought her mouth, needing to be kissed. She was a good kisser. Lips and teeth and tongue were everywhere. I surprised myself by raising Tina's little skirt and putting my hand inside her panties. I never took that initiative with Sarah. She was hot and wet to the touch. My finger found its way inside her and found her even hotter. I pumped into her fast and furiously. She came squeezing my finger tightly. I can't believe I did that!
"Take these off," I asked her, referring to her wet panties. "I need to screw your pussy right now. Get on the bed. Quickly." With the skirt around her waist and the bra and top still on, she lay back and let me take her pussy. I climbed on top of her, lowered myself on her, closed my eyes and came home. My pussy traveled over this girl-to the left, to the right. With my full weight on her, I sawed her slit up and down and up and down, made endless circles on her pubis taking what I needed. I relished the warmth of her mound, the tickle of her pubic hairs, and the strength of her as she pushed herself up to me, offering me more. I stayed on top of this girl until I exhausted the both of us. After we rested a few minutes, I removed the rest of her clothing and put myself breast to breast, mouth to mouth and pussy to pussy with her. As she moaned beneath me, I melded myself to her, wanting to feel it all again. I wanted to cum with her tongue thrust into my mouth, her breasts soft beneath my own. My legs locked with hers. When I again rode myself into ecstasy, it was as if everything I had in me had pooled to my pussy and I was sharing it with someone who understood how I felt. Another woman.
I was so caught up in fucking this girl that I did something that I said I would never do. I was always been the recipient of oral sex with my two lovers, never the giver. But the she was right here under me. My tongue had just dragged itself from her mouth again. She'd let me cum countless times on her pussy. As I moved down this girl's body-sucking her shoulders, grazing her nipples with my teeth, swirling my tongue in her navel-my mouth wandered in the vicinity of her swollen pussy. I had done this to her. Those pussy lips were lush and red because I had rubbed myself on them. It seemed only natural to want to taste them-taste us. Practically of their own volition, two fingers inserted themselves into her. I pumped her pussy. When I removed them, my head came down and tentatively began to lick her. She squirmed in pleasure. I got bolder with her reaction. I licked her until she opened for me. I ran the tip of my tongue over and over her swollen labia, and then speared her clit. She exploded. I pulled her lips wider to lick her pussy juice. I lapped at her with my tongue and when it worked its way inside her, I had to hold her down as she came again.
I assumed my favorite position-my back at the headboard, my knees pulled up and spread apart-as Tina ate my pussy. My, my what an aggressive little sucker she was. I rubbed my breast with one hand and held that black wavy head tightly with the other as she sucked on my clit. I hadn't died and gone to heaven, but I was damn close.
