"Damn it." She moaned to herself, more in self pity than anything else. Her one bottle of vodka was now empty. "You were just full." She said, and she knew her words were probably slurring a bit. "Well, now what do I do?" She asked the empty kitchen. She knew she shouldn't have started drinking, but especially not drinking alone. She would have been with her friends if she hadn't agreed to move half way across the country for her stupid husband's job.
"Fuck it, Robert." She said trying to drink from the empty bottle. She loved her husband, but lately she wondered just how much longer she could keep living with him. The guy was hardly a man sometimes. He would never get mad at anyone or anything no matter how much it should have angered him. At first she was in love with this sweet sensitive guy, but then she just wanted him to be a little rough, get a little mad.
She had met him in college and fallen in love. Love at first sight, she had claimed that since the first time they kissed. She had been his first real relationship, and she had no problem teaching him the ways of the bedroom, but after five years of marriage she was tired of always having to take the lead during sex. In fact it was so infuriating to her that she had stopped having sex with him for well over three months. She wouldn't initiate a thing with him, she knew that she would have folded if he made any motion to wanting to get into her pants, but so far he hadn't. She had tried to talk to her friends about the issue, but well moving across the country brings its own sets of troubles, one of them being that long distance friendship is just plain hard.
Lately she had grown tired of the lonely house. Grown tired of not having the physical intimacy with her husband. Just tired with what her life had become. She felt the hot tears that had flooded her eyes and now ran down her cheeks. Frustration and a bottle of vodka had taken their toll on her poor psyche. "Damn it." She said in a great sob. "Why the fuck can't you be a man?" She thought about calling her husband, but decided against it.
It was a knock at the door that stirred her from her crying. "Who the fuck can it be?" She muttered to her self as she stumbled across the living room to the front door. She opened the door and was surprised to see a young man dressed in a Pizza Hut shirt and holding what appeared to be a pizza box. "What?" She said her voice rude. "I didn't order a fucking pizza." She looked him over and a small smile spread across her face. He was a sort a cute young man. Probably working this job to pay for college or something. He was tall, well at least taller than her five foot six frame. His brown hair was a little long and it looked like he was trying to grow a goatee.
"Ma'am we got a call from this number. Is your name Sarah North?" He asked and she saw that he had almost perfectly straight teeth that seemed to almost glow.
"Yeah." She muttered. "But I still didn't order any fucking pizza."
"Is this 303 Flight Street?" She nodded. "Well than you have to pay for it ma'am." She nodded and wondered who set her up with a pizza she didn't want.
"Oh I don't think so."
"Miss. North, it has been a really long night." He said with a sad little smile, one that Sarah was sure got all the girls. "It's only ten dollars and I won't even need a tip."
"Ok." She said, feeling sorry for the boy. "Let me go grab my purse." She thought it would only take a minute, but in her state it took almost ten minutes to find her purse. When she dug out her wallet she was shocked to find it empty. "Shit." She moaned to herself. "Where the fuck is that twenty?" She knew she had a twenty in her wallet. She had gotten it from the ATM just that afternoon. She went back to the boy, utterly frustrated. "Listen I can't find my money." She said feeling as if she was going to start to cry again.
"Ma'am, are you okay?" The youngster asked his voice carrying what sounded like genuine sincerity. "You don't have to pay for the pizza." He said with a genuine grin.
"No I do."
"Well if you don't have any money how are you going to pay for it?" She sighed and wondered if it was the alcohol talking.
"I know this is going to sound like a bad porn set up, but I can give you a massage if you want. Or if you promise not tell anyone I think my husband might have some pot hidden under the bed." She smiled knowing that she was lying about the pot being her husbands. She hoped she wouldn't be going to jail for either option.
"Oh, you're married." He said his eyes looking a little disappointed.
"Yeah, but trust me it is not that satisfactory." She said and felt herself blushing. "Never mind that, sorry for being too personal."
"Ma'am, Sarah, it's been a rough day." He said smiling. "I think I'll take you up on that massage. Besides pot makes it harder to get up. He touched her arm, and she felt a tingle go up her body.
"What the fuck am I doing?" She asked aloud shocking the boy. "I'm not drunk enough to cheat on my husband."
"Oh." The boy said dropping the pizza box on the chair. He moved close to her, and she could smell him. He smelled more like expensive cologne than pizza. It was intoxicating, being this close to an attractive man who found her attractive. She tentatively put her hand on his.
"Come on upstairs." She said taking his hand in her trembling one. She led the way up to the bedroom that she shared with her husband. She tried not to look at the pictures of her and Robert that seemed to all be staring at her, all of them judging her.
"You want me to get undressed?" The pizza boy asked, his voice sounding as nervous as Sarah felt. She closed the door to the bedroom and nodded to him.
"Let me see what I get to play with." She said her voice thickening, a mixture of alcohol and lust running through her veins. She felt the nervousness mingling with the desire to be touched, to be loved. He had his clothes off faster than she would have believed possible. She felt a warmth between her legs that had seemed to be long absent, it felt good in its return. The boy was already hard, and smiling like someone who had just hit the jackpot. She stroked his cock and he moaned approvingly. "You like that?" She asked her voice almost throaty.
"Yes. You are a very sexy woman." The boy said.
"Thanks." She said as she slid to her knees. She took the boys cock into her mouth. He whimpered and moaned. She rubbed her hand on his balls and watched as he twitched in what she hoped was pleasure. She took the boys dick out of her mouth and looked up at him. "Am I doing okay?" She was nervous. It had been years since she had pleasured any other man besides Robert.
"Great." He said softly. She licked the length of his cock. It was decent size, not quite as big as her husband's, but that didn't matter now. She stroked it gently and sucked on the head, running her tongue along the diameter of his shaft. She tasted the first little drip of precum and licked at it hungrily. She continued to stroke his cock with one hand her other hand playing happily with his ball sack. She then began to take the whole length of his cock into her mouth and down her throat. She had learned when she first started having sex with Robert that she would have to relax to get his whole cock down, now she put that experience to use. The boy was getting into it. He had placed his hands on the back of her head and was rocking against her. Forcing his cock into her throat and then pulling it back out.
"God." He moaned as he slid in and out again. "You feel so fucking good." He continued his actions and she felt herself enjoying it. Her sex ached like it hadn't for months and she couldn't wait for him to touch it. He started to shudder and speed up his hips, she knew that he was getting ready to blow his stack and she wanted to swallow it all. She rubbed and groped his balls furiously as he pushed his cock into her mouth. Suddenly the hot jism flooded her mouth and she struggled to swallow it all down. She knew she hadn't when she felt a thin line of warmth slide down her chin. She took his cock out of her mouth, and than licked it clean.
"Good?" She asked a lusty smile planted on her face. He nodded and put a hand out to help her to her feet. She slid her skirt down to her knees, she was wearing a pair of light blue panties that had been soaked through while she was sucking his cock. She removed her blouse and threw it away to the side. Than she undid her bra and threw it away too. Finally her panties had to go and she stood completely naked in front of a stranger.
"You are gorgeous." He said his voice awestruck. She motioned to the bed where he sat down. She pushed him down onto his back and started to play with his already semi-hard cock. When she felt he was hard enough she lowered herself on top of it. She moaned feeling the cock inside her. It had been so long since she had one to play with and she had forgotten how much she had liked it. Slowly she moved herself up and down on his pole, moaning. She was more or less using him as a sex machine as she humped him. He moaned but she quite frankly didn't care about him or his pleasure. She could feel the warmth growing inside her, the pleasure mounting, the orgasm rising up in her. She thought that things couldn't get better, and than she heard his voice. "Baby? What are you doing?"
"Honey?" His voice was shaking and she knew he was hurting. He hadn't even turned on the light, and quite frankly she was hoping that he wouldn't. She rolled off of her lover and walked across the room to her husband. She put her hand on his but he pulled away.
"Robert?" She said, but she was unsure of how to continue. She hadn't meant to cheat on her husband, or maybe she had it was so hard to remember now. He been out of town on one of his business trips and she was just really lonely. Well lonely, horny, and drunk. Maybe she had been just a little drunk.
