Chapter Ten: EnDeared
Daisy avoided her husband when she got home and went straight to the bedroom to change. She stripped her top and then undid her bra, letting her breasts fall heavily as she slid her bra down her arms. Alone, she ducked into the bathroom to cup her breasts and tease them. She moved them, weighed them. Time spent with Dylan had reminded her how good it felt to go around without a bra. Even with breasts her size, bras sometimes felt like a punishment.
Staring at herself in the mirror, Daisy found herself truly satisfied with herself for the first time. She was not perfect, but the flaws she had seemed diminished when she considered Dylan's interest. A boy half her age--a man, she corrected--was sexually interested in her. Looking at herself from his perspective, she didn't see the small pooch of her belly or her love handles. Instead, she saw her curly blond hair, her big blue eyes, her wide hips and womanly curves. Daisy was short, with thick thighs and extremely large breasts. Even her long, fat nipples brought her pride. After all, Dylan seemed to love them.
She showered afterward and shaved, taking time to trim her pussy and shave it, too. She was smooth afterward, like she used to be when she was a teenager. When she was young, shaving down there was considered slutty. She used to do it anyway, but after her first daughter was born it didn't seem right. She fell out of the habit. It was more common now, and she figured Dylan would like to see it, so she tried it again.
A few days passed before she got his next text. He asked to see her, and she agreed. Around the house, Daisy dressed like a normal woman, a mother. She had three daughters, and one of them still lived at home. While Daisy was happy as a slut, she didn't know that she wanted her youngest to walk the same path. So, she dressed normally around the house until she got the text. Then, she pulled on a low-cut sundress and planned to leave without panties.
William saw her on the way out and called for her to stop. "You going out?"
Daisy paused at the door, her hand on the purse. She took a deep breath, sighed, and pulled her purse on with a smile. Turning, she smiled at William, though the smile was plastic. Behind her eyes, he could see a fire blazing. Her nipples showed through the material of her dress, her breasts swayed unrestrained. Her dress flowed around her like liquid and then hugged whatever inch of her it settled on.
"Yes," she said. "I'm going out, William. My stud just text me, and he said he wanted to fuck. So, that's where I'm going. To get some real dick for once."
William's already sour face soured further. He didn't stand from his chair to meet her, but she could feel him seething all the same. His entire body tensed, and his jaw looked tight like he was gritting her teeth. Daisy's smile grew more violent as she stared at him across the room. "Where I go doesn't matter, William. I won't tell you, and I don't have to tell you, and this time I won't argue with you, either. If you think you're a cuckold, then I won't waste the time trying to convince you that you're werong." She waved condescendingly, as if she were waving to a child, and said, "Bye-bye, cuck!"
Daisy let the door slam behind her as she left. She heard him raging when she got into the car and drove away before he had time to follow her. When she got home, he would still be angry, and she would have to deal with his tantrum then. With how neutered he was in the past few years, however, she didn't imagine it would be much to deal with. Ever since he cheated on her, William has been made of empty threats and nothing else. In the past, she feared him. Now, she happily laughed at him behind his back as she greedily sought time with Dylan, a man who has only ever hurt her to please her.
She thought of Dylan as she sped down the dirt road, throwing rocks and dust in her wake. It was dizzying how excited she got over him, her pussy wet and her nipples stiff. He made her giddy when she met him after work or on her lunch breaks, and he made her feel like a teen again when she left to see him at night. It was strange to think that she left her husband waiting while she went to see her boyfriend. While she had made a show of taunting William, she had at no point lied to him.
They met in the same parking lot as they always did, parking in the back, away from the grocery store. Dylan climbed into her car wearing a dark hoodie and baggy blue shorts. His clothes hung from his skinny body, but his dick showed through his shorts. He was half-erect already he climbed into her vehicle. "Where to," she asked as he settled.
Daisy's eyes went straight to his dick. Dylan saw this and grinned, pulling his shorts down to show off his partially swollen shaft. Squeezing and stroking himself, he brought himself to a pull erection and let his shorts stay down around his root. Daisy stared in open hunger, licking her lips as she did. "Somewhere private," he said. "I want to put that sweet mouth of yours to work."
Licking her lips again, Daisy nodded. "Gladly!"
Dylan stroked himself as Daisy drove, his movements slow and measured. He watched her breasts jiggle as they bounced along the shifting stone and dust of the dirt roads she drove. Her arousal was obvious by the swell of her nipples and her stolen glances. When they stopped and parked, Daisy turned to him and was nearly salivating in her hunger. Dylan laughed and wagged his dick at her. "See something you like, Daisy?"
She followed the movement of his dick with a whimper and nodded her head.
"You want to get into the back where we have more room to fuck around?" Another nod, this one more urgent, and then she nearly leapt into the back. Dylan followed her, watching her big, plump ass appear without panties to hide her womanly cleft. They opened the back of her SUV and Dylan sat on the edge with his dick out in the twilight. Daisy took hold of him and quickly dragged him back into place, laying out a blanket and pillows she had put in the SUV for just this reason. Then, yanking his pants down the rest of the way, she laid him down spread-legged so she enjoy his testicles, too.
Crawling into place, Daisy took to nursing his balls first while Dylan gathered her hair in one hand to keep it out of her face. He liked to watch her suck him, to see her animal attraction and primal want. Daisy liked it, too, though she thought of her daughter as she slobbered on his balls. For a long time, Dylan was only Summer's ex. Now, she knew he was different, something more, but she still associated him with Summer even now.
Comparing the two, she was amused to think how different they were. Dylan acted much younger than Summer, behaved with youthful indifference, ignorant of the trials of adulthood. The difference was children, Daisy imagined. Summer had four children. To her knowledge, Dylan had none, though as she nursed his balls she wondered how many women he might have impregnated without knowing.
Thoughts of impregnation made her moan as she stroked him while suckling his heft testicles. She made a show of lathering him with saliva, licking his balls and panting against them. Staring up at him, she found that his size impressed itself upon her. She was already impressed by him, but now she was enamored, too. He was juvenile, even selfish at times, but he was also deserving. He deserved the want she had for him and surpassed her expectations each time. That was all that mattered to her, that was all she needed from him.
