Simon Velasquez was looking over to his left when he felt another body sit down on the other end of the wooden park bench to his right. He didn't feel the need to look over at the other person. He was enjoying a gorgeously sunny early spring morning in southern California; the kind of day made for postcard photos, while enjoying a large cup of black coffee.
Several minutes later, he glanced to his right and saw that the other person on the bench was a chunky middle-aged woman, who at his quick glance looked somewhat familiar.
He resisted the temptation to outright stare at the woman, trying to figure out how he knew her, and tried to just catch her in roving glimpses. It seemed she was busy watching her child hanging from the monkey bars.
It was on the fourth or fifth glimpse that the hair on his arms levitated. He realized that not only did he know the woman, he was once married to her! His blood pressure rose, his heart started to beat faster. He debated with himself whether to ignore or acknowledge her.
The argument was cut short by the woman herself.
"Yes, Simon, it really is me, the Wicked Witch of the West, in person," Devon Velasquez verbalized.
Simon slowly turned to face his ex-wife, fully taking in her look for the first time in nearly a decade. To say he was shocked would have been the understatement of the year. He hoped his face wasn't showing his shock.
Simon knew Devon was the same age as him, 50, but she looked closer to 60, he thought. She was 50 pounds heavier than when the two were married, she had lines on her face, crows' feet and her once bouncy blonde curls were now a mousy brown pixie cut. Whoa. Wow. All in all, not real impressive.
"Please be a gentleman, Si. I know what I look like," Devon said.
"Wouldn't think of being anything less, Dev. You know that's not who I am," Simon responded.
"Which one is your boy?"
There were three boys on the monkey bars several feet in front of Devon. They were all about the same age as her son would be, 9, as he remembered. He just didn't have a clue because he hadn't seen him since he was a baby. She glared at Simon.
"The blond boy in the blue. I know you don't remember, if you ever knew, his name is Brandon," she said with more than a hint of annoyance in her tone.
"Sorry, Devon. He's a good-looking kid," Simon said.
"He's also a good kid," Devon said. "He's put up with a lot of shit that he shouldn't have had to, but he's always been there for his mama."
It was Simon's turn to glare at his ex-spouse.
"Not my place to apologize for his deadbeat dad, Devon. You made that choice," he rasped harshly.
She grimaced, knowing that Simon was correct. He usually was. She was just too selfish to admit it then.
She was turning 40 and was feeling old and depressed. Simon's career as an accountant was going great guns, their children, 15 and 13, were doing great in school and her career as the office manager at a small legal office was coming along nicely, as well. Yet she had regrets. She wanted more... in particular more excitement.
It was just going to be a one-off birthday gift, a special "something-something" to help her feel like a kid again on her 40
th
birthday. The children were set for the weekend at her parents' house. With the help of a friend, Devon had invited a 19-year-old kid from the local college to give her a night of debauchery--her term. It would be Simon's decision whether he wanted to stay and watch or leave for the evening.
It wasn't a request. The set-up was a done deal. His only decision was to stay or go for the night.
"No! Not just no, but fuck no!" he yelled when she told him. "I'm not letting you fuck some 19-year-old shithead so you can feel young! We made vows 17 years ago. They didn't include a one-night opt-out when you turned 40."
"It's my body, and I can give it to whomever I choose," she shot back. "I need this. It will be good for me, and that means it will be good for you."
There it was in a nutshell, he thought. If it was good for her, it would be good for him... and the family. She knew he loved her too much to ever deny her something she really wanted... and she really wanted this: the same way she wanted--and got--that oversized, fancy house and that oversized, fancy SUV she drove.
He tried his best to talk her out of this craziness, but she would not be deterred. He made one more last-ditch effort before Mr. College Boy was due to show up. She sneered at him when she denied his request.
Simon left at that point, doing his best not to cry as he grabbed his wallet and car keys. He drove off in a huff, although 10 minutes later he returned and quietly parked at the end of his block. He had to see for himself that his wife was actually going to do this.
A few minutes after 8, a late model SUV pulled into his driveway and a tall, muscular-looking kid got out of the car and rang the house bell. Damn, fucker is a big kid with bad taste in cars, Simon thought to himself as he watched the younger man enter his house. His hands were trembling in rage as he gripped the steering wheel of his Mustang.
Simon didn't see what his wife had changed into when he left the house. She greeted Lee Carter at the door with a skimpy halter top braless, crotch-grabbing too-short jean shorts and come-fuck-me heels, an outfit she had never worn in front of her husband. She wasn't going to make her young lover work for it very hard.
"Wow. I-I-I like," the young man gasped, looking the woman up and down like a wolf leers at a bunny.
Devon blushed when she felt her pussy lubricate heavily in her shorts. As she couldn't wear panties under the tight, short shorts, her moisture was soon obvious to the young man's eyes. He smiled brightly, stepped up to the woman and planted his best kiss on her soft, sumptuous lips.
Devon wrapped a leg around the young man's hip as the two continued kissing deeply for several long minutes. He finally lifted her by her ass cheeks and carried her to a chair in the living room, placing her down in front of it before he pulled the halter top knot behind her neck, causing her boobs to spill out gloriously. They continued kissing passionately while the young man happily played with her tits.
It was a couple of minutes longer before the he unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. By this point she was dripping down her legs and his hands were covered in her fluids while he pulled down her shorts.
Devon moaned loudly when Lee rubbed her protruding vaginal lips and easily slipped two fingers into her gushing pussy. He pushed in and out several times before he rubbed his thumb over her engorged clitoris, causing her to shriek wildly as her orgasm washed over her.
Lee continued manipulating her sex until she stopped spasming. He then turned her to the side of the chair, bent her over and speared her with what she felt was the largest, fattest penis she had ever had inside of her.
"Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh!" she grunted as Lee quickly built to a sure, fast rhythm with her leaning over the arm of the chair.
She couldn't believe that the young man hadn't been in her house for 10 minutes and he was already slamming into her as if he owned her. She was panting heavily as he was stroking in and out while a tingling built deep inside her.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh. Ah, ah, ah ah. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she squealed until she lost her ability to speak. "Aawwhooo!"
Her second massive climax in 10 minutes pulled the young man over the top with her, and he came with a profanity-laced tirade that lifted the woman off her feet slightly. The pounding was both wonderful and painful, the woman noted.
"Yeah! This is perfect!" she thought as she started coming down from her sex high.
The young man pumped several bountiful ropes of cum into the woman, already knowing she was the best fuck he had had to this point in his young life, and that he had more than three hours left before her husband would return at midnight.
He removed his hands from her hips and gave her round ass a swat on each cheek with each hand.
"Woohoo!" he cried in triumph.
Although Devon very much enjoyed sex with her husband, the opening experience with Lee was a revelation. Not only did the youngster have a bigger, thicker cock, but at 19 he was fit and had the vitality and stamina of youth. Add that to the fact that Lee's was the first new dick she had had inside of her in almost 20 years, and the evening was turning into everything Devon had hoped it would be. This would be a birthday to remember for the rest of her life... if she could get her husband calmed down when he finally came home.
Devon didn't have too much time to worry about Simon, however, as her 19-year-old lover's dick was starting to revive after just 10 minutes. She had forgotten how quickly teenagers could recover. The young man came up behind her, pulled her body up straight and cupped both of her boobs in his hands, feeling her nipples harden in his palms.
"Where do you want to do it next?" he whispered in her ear as she felt his half-erect dick poking at her bottom.
The pair had sex twice more that evening, once in the kitchen and once in Devon's marital bed. Both she and her young lover seemed especially amped up when he fucked her hard in her marital bed, the woman screaming louder than ever before while climaxing twice in that final session.
"Oh, God, that was amazing, Lee!" she gushed as she and the young man lay entwined when they finished. "That was the best sex of my life."
Devon had Lee out of the house by 11:30. She jumped in the shower, changed the bed sheets and opened the windows in the room in an attempt to minimize the smell of sex. She was downstairs on the sofa in her fluffy robe drinking a glass of wine while watching TV when Simon walked in at 12:15, looking a little worse for wear and tear.
Simon wasn't much of a drinker, but even Devon would admit he had a good reason for perhaps overindulging on this night. He had come home in a cab, so at least he was being responsible, she thought.
"Do you want some aspirin before we go to bed?" she said soothingly as Simon half-walked, half-staggered toward the kitchen.
"We? You think there's still a 'we' here?" he said, using air quotes over his head.
Simon stuck his hand out to keep his wife from hugging him. She was disappointed but not surprised. She got close enough to tell he had been drinking gin... more than just a few.
She could also tell that her husband was doing his best not to cry in front of her. He turned his head away from her as he pulled an eight-ounce bottle of orange juice from the refrigerator before reaching for the bottle of aspirin on the kitchen counter.
Devon wasn't going to avoid the subject of her evening's activities as she felt completely justified in her actions, but she wasn't going to be the one to start the conversation. She only had to wait another minute.
"I take it you had a good birthday night then," Simon said.
