Age Is Not A Barrier Maureen

This is the third story in a series of tales about a group of 50 something workers.

Chapter 1

My experience with Dan and the rest of the girls from the office was a kind of turning point for me. I found myself daydreaming more and more and these daydreams seemed to concern Dan. I suppose that I found him sexually attractive for some reason. OK, maybe it was because he was tall, handsome, athletic, charming, witty and gentle. Oh, and he looked ten years younger than me, but was closer to ten years older.

My daydreams turned into incredibly raunchy nighttime dreams. I became so turned on sometimes, that I found myself touching my pussy. Once or twice I tried to nudge my husband and get him interested, but he just shoved me away. The fact that this usually happened in the middle of the night didn't help, as it made me tired for work and more susceptible to the daydreams when I should have been working.

Then, one day, as I was about to leave work, I got an unexpected text message from my husband.

Dan found me in the kitchen area, sobbing.

"Oh, Maureen. What's the matter darling?" he asked as gently.

I was unable to speak. Not sure of how to react in case it was misinterpreted, Dan followed his instincts and put his arms around me to try and give me some comfort. I responded by burying my head into his shoulder and continued to cry.

He stroked my back and attempted to make what seemed soothing noises. Eventually, I started to regain a little composure. I looked up at him and said, "Sorry. I shouldn't be burdening other people with my troubles."

"Nonsense," he replied. "What are friends for?

"Do you want to tell me what it's about?" he asked.

"I'm not really sure I should tell you." I paused, but then made up my mind. I took a deep breath and continued, "My husband has been having an affair for the last two years. I found out about it a long time ago, but I hoped that he would get bored with her and, well, finish it.

"Of course, she isn't the first. I think he's always had somebody else on the go since just after we were married. I've always tried to do everything to please him. Whatever he wanted me to do. But now he says he's had enough of me and wants me out of his life."

The tears began forming again and I sobbed into his shoulder.

"You mean he wants a divorce?"

I nodded and then looked up at him again. I could see the concern in his face as I said, "Yes, but worse than that."

He looked at me quizzically.

"He wants me out of the flat. He told me to pack my things tonight and get out. He's moving the tart in tomorrow."

Dan stared open-mouthed. He couldn't believe that anybody could act like that. He said, "The first thing you need to do is take legal advice. He wants to divorce you but he's trying to intimidate you into leaving the flat. He's obviously thinking that possession is nine tenths of the law.

"Look, I've got a friend who may be able to help here. Come back to my desk and I'll give him a call".

He telephoned his friend Rob and explained the situation. He then handed over the phone to me and then walked away to get a coffee. I guess he figured that I needed some privacy.

Eventually, after what seemed a long time, I put the phone down. I felt a lot more composed. Dan walked back towards me.

"Was he able to help you?" he asked.

"Oh yes! He's really good at this isn't he? He's made me feel a million times better. Now I know that I need to be controlled and take decisive action. He took a lot of details from me and he said that he would contact me tomorrow. Meanwhile he told me to go home and not leave the flat.

"He asked me if I had any evidence of his cheating and I told him about the credit card statements that I'd kept. You know; gifts obviously purchased for a woman but that I didn't receive. Little does he know it, but I also pinched a dirty photograph that he had. He'd taken some pictures of the little slut."

"I'm not sure that would be enough evidence in itself," Dan ventured.

"Maybe not, except that the wanker forgot about the mirror in the background and the reflection of the naked photographer is clearly him!"

"Ouch! What a moron!"

"Your friend Rob effectively told me that I had him by the balls. He said that if he leaves the house tomorrow, then I have to call in a locksmith immediately."

"How do you think your husband will take all of this?"

"That's the trouble. He's likely to be violent, but until he is I can't do a thing about it."

Dan was really concerned now, "Has he ever been violent before?"

I looked down and quietly said, "Oh yes. He likes to hurt me. Why do you think I keep covered up most of the time? He must have been planning this for a while, because he hasn't touched me for a couple of months."

Dan was astounded. Like everybody else in the office, he had no idea what I had been going through all of these years. Typically male, his immediate thought was to punch my husband's lights out, but would that make me feel any better? No. But then again, it was a pleasant idea.

Intriguingly, it was only after my thoughts of revenge that I realised that Dan had no idea what Martin (my husband) looked like. He hadn't been at my birthday party – he'd made some excuse about work, but was probably with his tart at the time.

Dan took me home. He understood that this could possibly be a bit risky, but we were being careful. As we approached my house we could see that the lights weren't on.

"Thank God," I said. "He must have gone out."

Dan told me to go indoors and do precisely what Rob had advised. I also programmed my phone number into my mobile (under AAAA so that it could be found quickly). He told me to ring immediately if I needed help, or if I was just plain scared.

I made my way to bed and kept my phone by the bedside, but Martin didn't turn up and I didn't need to call.

*****

Chapter 2

I didn't go to work the next day and followed Rob's instructions.

At about 2pm I finally rang Dan at his desk and said that my husband had eventually come home, just in time for breakfast. He had asked me why I was still there and I told him that I was leaving later. He grunted an answer and went and had a shower, before leaving for work.

Immediately he walked out of the door I contacted a locksmith, who came round a couple of hours later. He not only changed the door locks, but put security bolts on the windows as well. The guy obviously knew his business and reinforced the weaker areas around the door and locks.

I was calm and relaxed, happy that I was now in control of the situation. Rob had already begun the legal proceedings.

It was just after 5pm when I rang Dan's mobile. He knew immediately that there was something wrong as I had promised only to ring the mobile in an emergency.

"Maureen, what's wrong?" he asked without hesitation.

"He's come back. He's outside ranting and raving and kicking at the door. He hasn't got in yet, but I'm really frightened."

"Have you called the police yet?"

"Yes. They said that they are on their way."

"OK. Don't worry; they should be there soon. I'm on my way now."

He cut off the call.

My husband was outside now, screaming at the windows and threatening to smash them. He had just picked up a stone ornament from the garden when I heard the siren approaching. The police arrived and one of the officers quickly got out of the car.

"Fuck off!" he told them. "This is none of your fucking business!"

I watched the exchange from the window. The officer was obviously very experienced. "Please calm down sir. Let's just find out what the problem is and see if we can find a way of solving it, shall we?"

"The problem, is that she... that bitch has locked me out of my own house and won't let me in."

"I see, sir. And who is the lady in question?" he asked.

"My wife. But not for much longer if I have anything to do with it. I've told her to pack her bags and go."

The police officer said, "OK. Just a moment sir." He turned and walked a few paces away and then spoke into his radio. "Yes, Sarge. Looks like a simple domestic."

He finished his radio call and returned to Martin. "OK sir, the situation as I see it is this; you've asked your wife to leave the property and she has refused. Additionally, she has changed the door locks and is preventing you from gaining access."

"That's right officer. Now can you get in there and chuck her out or not?"

"No, sir."

"No? What do you mean no?"

"It's a purely domestic dispute sir, which shouldn't involve the police. It will have to be settled through the courts. I'll have a word with your wife first though."

Martin looked stunned. He must have realised at this point that he was going to be on his own. He picked up the brick again and made to hurl it at the window. The policeman grabbed his arm to prevent him from throwing. Martin lashed out with his left fist and connected with the officer's jaw.

Within seconds, the officer's partner had slammed Martin to the ground. It turned out that he was a rugby player and was able to immobilise my husband just by bringing him down.

Martin was arrested and driven away in the patrol car.

Not long afterwards Dan arrived. "Oh thank God you're here!" I said. It seemed only natural to put my arms around him and hug him – my 'Knight in Shining Armour'.

He put his arms around me in turn and held me to him. I wasn't crying, but I was still shaking.

I honestly can't tell you at what point the cuddle (because that was all it was) took on a sexual dimension. We broke apart and just stared at each other for a moment. I couldn't think straight, so I just said the first thing that came into my mind, "Would you like a coffee?"

"I'd prefer something stronger. If that's OK?"

"Sure. Beer, or would you like something even stronger?"

"Beer will be fine."

I went to the fridge and cracked open a bottle of Stella for him. I picked up a Bacardi Breezer for myself.

We sat down on the sofa and started to talk. After I had explained what had happened, he deliberately and skilfully steered the conversation away from the events of the last 24 hours. But it was still playing on my mind. Martin would no doubt be allowed back out in the morning and then what would happen?

Finally, I had to raise the subject. "Dan, what's going to happen in the morning? They'll probably charge him and then let him go. If I know him, he'll be straight back round here. What am I going to do?"

"Rob said that you have to stay here at all costs, otherwise I'd advise going to a hotel. But if you're going to stay here you need to be protected. I can't imagine the police, with their limited resources, leaving a man outside. I'd offer to stay, but I'm not sure what your neighbours would think. Besides, he might use it against you in the divorce proceedings.

"Is there anybody else – female – that you could get to come and stay?" he asked.

"Well, Mandy may be able to. She's only ten minutes away. But, Martin wouldn't see two women as a threat. Couldn't you stay as well? That way he couldn't possibly try anything and he wouldn't be able to accuse us of anything either."

So I rang Mandy. She told me that she was out visiting relatives at the moment, but would be over by about 11pm.

"So," I said. "Now we have an alibi, what are we going to do for the next couple of hours?"

Suddenly, it was as if the room had filled with an electrical charge. I realised that I knew precisely what I wanted to do for the next couple of hours. And so did Dan.

He said, "I don't think that you have ever had a man dedicate himself to your pleasure, above his own. I would you like to bring you to orgasm as many times as possible before Mandy gets here. What do you say?"

What could I say? This tall, strong, handsome man was offering to do whatever I wanted for the next couple of hours. I heard my own tiny voice, seemingly from far away sat, "Yes, please."

Dan folded his arms around me and our lips came together. It felt like sparks as they met. The gentle pressure increased and as I started to moan his tongue slipped inside of my mouth. It took me by surprise, but I loved the feel of him invading me in this way.

When he broke away I was expecting him to pull my clothes off (that's the kind of foreplay that I'd been used to in the past). Instead, he stood up and slowly undressed. Of course I'd seen him partially undressed before, but once he was naked, standing in front of me, I was amazed. Like most men of his age, he had a little bit of spread around the middle, but his shoulders, chest and legs were firm and finely muscled.

He sat back down and began kissing me again. He let me run my hands all over him. He felt wonderful. By the time I reached down between his legs he was as solid as a rock. All I wanted right then was to be fucked, but he was in control and was obviously taking his time.

Still kissing, he began to unfasten my blouse. As he pushed it down off of my shoulders I could feel his breath on my breasts. I looked down and could see that my nipples had both hardened and darkened. The feel of his hand on my back as he moved to unclasp my bra made me melt. The bra came away and I lay back, waiting, wanting him to touch my breasts, to suck my nipples.

His mouth came down to gently caress one breast then the other. He teased me, getting closer and closer to my nipples, but not actually touching them. Then to my disappointment, he stopped. He began to unfasten my skirt and began to pull that off over my head. My arms were stretched straight up and as I went to throw the skirt away he took me by surprise and his mouth latched onto my left nipple. I came! I had never before orgasmed from nipple stimulation.

He continued sucking and nibbling as my body began to calm down. Then after some time, he sat up again. He looked down at my tights, (yes, I know, not very sexy, but then I wasn't expecting an erotic encounter was I?). He grinned and then swiftly ripped them off of me.

He knelt down by the sofa and began nuzzling the gusset of my knickers. I was enjoying his attentions so much, that I couldn't think straight. A situation that I'd never been in before – I'd always remained totally in control.

I expected him to push my knickers to one side, but he didn't bother with that. They weren't exactly flimsy lace, or a thong, but with two swift rips he pulled them out from under me.

Now I could feel his breathing on my pussy. His head went back between my legs and he begin kissing and nuzzling my entire pubic region. My back arched involuntarily as he suddenly darted his tongue between the lips. But then he went back to the gentle touches with his mouth, still avoiding my clitoris.

The frustration I felt was overpowering. I needed my clit to be touched and I almost pushed by fingers down there to release the tension myself. Then he hit me with the knockout punch. The tip of his tongue found my clit, and then began to move around in a circular motion. As he sucked the hard little bud into his mouth I came. The whole street probably knew – I just let out a scream and yelled, "I'M COMING! I'M COMING!"

His tongue was now deep inside of me, but he was still rubbing my clitoris somehow. His nose, his face, I don't know. I just know that the waves of my orgasm kept washing over me, again and again. I had never felt anything like this before.

I think that I may have fainted but I'm not sure. The next thing I remember is Dan sitting there, smiling at me. I looked down and saw that he had covered me with his jacket, either for my modesty or warmth, or both. I simply wasn't used to such kindness and consideration where sex was concerned.

He waited until I had recovered enough to sit up and then asked if I would like a drink. He went and fetched it for me and then asked if he could have a shower. I told him that he could, of course.

I sat sipping my drink waiting for him to return. When he did, I was surprised to see that he hadn't bothered dressing, but had instead wrapped a towel around himself.

I'd seen him bare-chested earlier, but it still took my breath away. He had broad shoulders. He was obviously strong and carried a fair amount of muscle (but not too much). I couldn't help but notice where his dick was pushing against the towelling material as he walked and I felt myself becoming aroused once again.

Dan picked me up off of the sofa and carried me to the bedroom, where he laid me gently down on the bed. He climbed onto the bed next to me and said, "Have you recovered enough to continue?"

This just had to be a dream. I was still waiting for, and expecting him to jump on top of me, push his cock in and out a few times, come with a grunt and then rollover, fart and nod off to sleep. Snoring would begin within two minutes. After all, that's what men do isn't it?

Not Dan. Not this man. He really had meant what he said. He wanted to give me pleasure and wasn't the least bit concerned at his own.

The way that he made love to me was so gentle, using his hands and mouth to roam over my entire body. I couldn't help but begin to weep. He kissed the tears from my eyes and told me that he wanted to enter me now. He told me to roll onto my side and I felt him snuggle up behind me. His hand stroked my hip and thigh and then gentle nudged behind my knees, telling me to bend them slightly.

His hand moved back up my thigh to my hip, then down to caress my left cheek. Moving in this way, his fingers soon found my pussy lips and clitoris. I brought my knees up further in response and then, to my delight; I felt the head of his cock nudging against the folds of my vagina.

He rubbed the head around the entrance a little, before gently nudging it in. Once the head had penetrated, he began a gentle rocking motion that took him deeper and deeper. As he did this, his hand came back around and cupped and squeezed my breasts.

I'd heard of the 'spoons' position before, but had never imagined how beautiful it would be.

He nibbled my ear and whispered, "Open your legs a little bit, darling."

I parted them and his hand slid back down over my stomach to between my legs, where he began to rub my, by now incredibly sensitive clitoris. He quickly brought me close to yet another climax and then, when I was almost there, I felt his other hand push between my ass cheeks and a finger began to penetrate my back hole.

I was about to protest, but the only sound that would come out were ones of ecstasy. If I'd thought that my earlier orgasm had been strong, this one was even more so. Everything was happening at once, I felt his cock pumping inside of me. Felt the warm wetness – lots of it – filling me up. His finger was buried deep in my ass and his fingers were still frigging me.

I guess I must have passed out again. When I came to, I was laying in bed.

I could hear muted voices. Mandy had obviously arrived. What on earth was she going to think? Was Dan dressed when he answered the door?

There was a gentle knock and Mandy poked her head in. "Can I come in?" she asked.

"Sure," I said. "Thanks for coming Mandy".

"That's OK, Mo. After all, what are friends for?"

Just then, Dan walked in carrying a tray of coffee and biscuits. I breathed a mental sigh of relief that he was fully dressed. He must have tidied up my clothes as well. Mandy didn't appear to suspect anything.

*****

Chapter 3

Martin turned up at about 11am the next day. He seemed calm and told me that he wanted to talk.

Against my better judgement, I let him in. Dan and Mandy sat either side of me while we talked.

Martin had brought a bag with him. I'd assumed that he had brought it to get some clothes to take away with him. He was talking quietly, pleading with me to take him back. But I told him no, I was sorry but it was too late.