Author's Notes: Recently I've been reading a lot of stories in this section and a few others, which deals with a guy getting lucky with a younger woman. May it be the sitter, the fox down the street, the best-friend's daughter, even their own children's girlfriend. Of course this is always while the wife is cluelessly off doing something else. A few close calls to spice things up, like women are unable to smell the musk of sex, and presto... you have an erotic story. So, I wondered, without going into the whole revenge thing, what would happen 'after the wife walks in' on the fun and games.
So, in this copywrited piece of adult fiction, I've taken a shot at what I think would happen in the recesses of my fertile imagination. As always, please remember all legal disclaimers apply etc. etc. etc... and don't forget to take a second to vote or a minute to comment or send feedback.
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To say, I was as horny as a bitch in heat, would be fairly correct and yet a complete understatement.
At forty two, my students called me the grade bitch. You didn't get the grade unless you earned it. I know I had to earn every grade I received attending school. So, it is not my fault these kids today have gotten used to getting a free ride. In my opinion, I was teaching them several valuable life lessons all at the same time. And, the added curriculum didn't cost them anything extra.
It is a lesson I needed to re-educate my husband in as well. I understood when he was downsized from his work. I understood when the unemployment checks stopped coming. I stopped understanding when he was offered a job, but refused to work because the pay was beneath him.
Hell, it was a lot more than he was making now, since he wasn't making a damn dime. Oh, he thought he still needed his club fees paid, so he could network to find a real job. He also needed his car payment made. Add on his insurance or anything else he deemed necessary and you have over half of my check every month. But, working for twelve fifty an hour was beneath him.
It is a damn good thing that I inherited the house from my parents, or we'd be in a world of hurt. Fortunately I resisted his urging to get a mortgage against the property value. But, I won't go into all of that here. Right then I was horny and wanted sex in the worst way. It was something I noticed since I hit forty. My sex drive had gone berserk.
At first I wanted more sex. Then I wanted more sex in different places and positions. Then I bought my first vibrator so when he couldn't get it up. I wouldn't cheat on him. Then one day, I needed sex. It was no longer a want.
I hoped I was keeping him happy. I mean if he was at home all day resting. He should be able to get his six inch penis hard when I got home and take care of business. It wasn't like the kids would interrupt; they were away at college or out in the working world themselves. I know our son loved the job that was beneath my husband and his wife thanks me every chance she gets because now they make enough for her to get pregnant.
Thinking of getting pregnant, damn that sounded like a great idea. Have my loving husband fuck me so hard he dislodges my IUD and knocks me up. Maybe I should just have it taken out instead and not tell him. Maybe having another child would get him off his ass and out working again. Since he would want to raise his child like he did our sons and daughter. Hey, it could happen!
'Damn it...! Stop thinking like that or you'll stain the seat.' I thought as I pulled into our driveway. I looked in the mirror as the garage door closed. "Not too bad for an old broad." I smiled at myself and applied my bright red; let me wrap my lips around your cock, lipstick. Sure there was a slight streak of grey at my part, but I earned every strand. So what, my tits didn't point skyward anymore. At least they weren't dragging the ground after nursing three kids. They were never huge, but they're not small either. I kept slim by swimming twice a week and running or walking the other three, during my two hour lunch break between my morning and afternoon classes.
I took off my sensible shoes and slipped into my fuck-me pumps. I made sure my seams were lined up and my garter setting on my hips. I bit my lip as I took a seam ripper to the crotch of my panties. I didn't want to wait. As soon as I saw his hard on, I was going for a Pogo ride. We could always snuggle and make love later, after dinner, before I went to bed.
I quietly opened the door and slipped in. I heard moans. 'Good he's watching porn... he'll already be hard.' I thought as I took off my jacket and set it aside. I walked through the kitchen, anticipating the royal romp I was going to get. I had my purse in my hand and was going to set it on the bar.
Then everything changed.
"Oh shit... Oh fuck...! Fuck my ass Kevin, fuck it good baby! Damn you fill me up." My oldest son's ex-girlfriend was gasping as my loving husband Kevin had her bent over the back of my mother's floral wing backed couch. "Harder... harder... fuck my ass harder!" I pulled out my cell phone and started recording.
"Damn... I love your ass. I told you I was a better fucker." Kevin grunted and my ardor turned to ice. "Who own this cock?" He killed every chance of this being a onetime thing.
"It's my cock... in my ass... oh god I love it. Give me my cock... Give it to me!" She begged and ordered at the same time. She was going to say something more, but she turned. "OH FUCK...!" Her eyes and mine met. Kevin must have thought he was doing a stellar job, because she was bucking; trying to get him out as panic infused her features.
"Oh shit I'm cuming, fuck yeah. Take it in your ass, like my bitch wife never will!" Kevin killed our marriage and any chance of me ever giving him a dime if I could help it. It was like the vulgar would say; I wouldn't piss on him if he was on fire.
I leaned the phone against my purse and went in and got two tall plastic cups of water. After that workout, they needed to hydrate so they could pack his shit and get the hell out of my house.
"Aren't you glad I talked you out of dating that pencil-dick son of mine, and how I was just the better fuck?" Kevin panted as he leaned over the frightened girl.
"I'm so sorry..." She gasped, looking at me. "Kevin... Mrs. Nelson...?" She tried to get up.
"Fuck that frigid cunt." Kevin said and kissed the girls back. It was odd. I didn't even remember her name. Oh well.
"If you had fucked me more, you wouldn't be so fucked now." I finally spoke. "Here, you'll need this once you can pull your worm out of her. I mean, that was quite the workout dear!" I set the cups of water on the bar. "I'll be gone an hour. You'll both be gone before I get back!" I picked up my phone as they scrambled, trying to cover themselves. "Take what's yours only, or I'll ruin you in the divorce. I hope you two will be happy together." I slammed the door and raced back to my car.
I needed to get out of there before he could try and say a word to me. I almost hit the Pierce's as they were walking their dogs. I waved at them and speed down the street. I made it three blocks before I couldn't see. I made it into the store parking lot before I had to open my door and spew out the contents in my stomach. I had given him over twenty years of faithfulness to have it end like this.
I thank god that the young cop that showed up was a friend of my daughters. He helped me move my car out of the way, avoiding the vomit. He held me as I broke down. He kept asking me if I needed a medic and I insisted that I didn't. I couldn't answer him when he asked me what was wrong, but I didn't want it to become public knowledge of how big of a fool I was.
"Are you sure you are okay?" He asked me again, as I was able to start to pull myself together.
"Yes... I'm so sorry." I wiped my face. "I just found out that I'm getting a divorce." I shrugged.
"I'm so sorry Mrs. Nelson. I didn't know you were having problems." He handed me a bottle of water. "Here drink this and rinse out your mouth." He offered and handed me a napkin. "Ashley didn't say anything the last time I talked to her." He patted my shoulder and talked into his radio.
"I didn't know either... it was quite the shock, but I'll be okay." I tried to smile. I remember trying... and failing.
"Okay Mrs. Nelson, I'll follow you home and make sure you get there safely." He helped me get my feet back in the car and I blushed. Here I was, dressed up like some middle aged slut at the corner supermarket.
"Thank you Timothy." I fell back on my classroom demeanor. "I should be okay as long as Mr. Nelson isn't there." I used another napkin, smearing the rest of my makeup and pulled out of the parking lot. I stopped three houses down. He was still there.
"Are you okay?" Timothy asked, startling me.
"They're still there and I can't...." I was on the verge of crying again.
"I'll take care of it." He said and started walking away. "You stay there until me or another officer tells you its okay to come to the house." He slipped into his car and pulled up at the end of my driveway.
"Just what I need...." I sighed. "Now the neighbors will be bugging me constantly." Oh I could hear the rumors. I closed my eyes and waited. I refused to look as Timothy finished removing the garbage out of my house. I jumped when someone knocked on my window.
"Ma'am, we need you to come and make sure he didn't take anything he wasn't supposed to." A tall middle aged cop said to me through the window.
"Okay... as long as they're gone." I nodded and tried to start my already running car. Blushing, I put it in gear and pulled behind Timothy's car, since it was blocking the drive still. I got out and started to the door.
"Take a quick walk through and let us know if they took anything that they'd have to return." Timothy met me at the door.
I walked though and saw the mess they made of my house. I avoided the living room. I went into my bedroom. The bed was a mess and his dresser had all the drawers open. I checked my jewelry case and noticed a ring missing. But it was one he bought, so she could have it. I hoped he made her happy. When I made it to the living room, I looked at the couch and noticed a small stain on the rug. I bolted to the bathroom and dry heaved for five minutes.
Timothy was very nice to me and gave me some paperwork. "Call my dad in the morning and he'll help you out." He handed me a card. "Make a list of everything he took and its value. He might get to keep it, but it all adds up to the final split of the property." He shrugged. I guess this was old hat for him.
