Relaxing at the quiet bar at the Hilton Airport hotel in Omaha late on Sunday night, following my 90 minute flight from St. Louis, I pondered my situation involving my new relationships that had developed with Kelly and Leah over the past couple of weeks. Fresh from a divorce, I was a healthy 36 year old male that was having two 19 year old girls throwing their pussy and ass at me for my pleasure, all be it under some extraordinary circumstances. Leah was a shy virgin who exploded with sexuality and adventure since our first encounter. She was also in love with me, or so she said. I was her first and there's something to be said about taking a girl's virginity. While I wasn't a complete ass who could care less about her feelings, I certainly couldn't see myself in any type of long term relationship with her. She was nice enough, but surely she could see we had no future, if she was thinking that far ahead. Maybe I was being an ass for leading her along and playing to her emotions by being gentle and considerate to her feelings over the past weekend. Now that I had opened that can of worms, why be more of an ass and shut it down now. I could keep this up for a while and satisfy myself and her at the same time. It's not like she wasn't enjoying the sex we were having. She sure had some pent up sexual tension that she was releasing all on me. I'd be a fool to let that go.
Of course my continued relationship with her depended on her crazy ass roommate Kelly. Beautiful tits, beautiful body in general, but she had to have some deep seeded issues in her head with the mind games she was playing. Talk about low self esteem – to be so jealous that an older guy has taken more interest in her roommate to force sex on me behind Leah's back. Could I help it that she was a little nutso and I get the benefit of fucking her in addition to Leah. Hell no, I smiled to myself. Might as well ride this train out and see where it leads.
I must have been sitting there with a foolish grin on my face thinking about my situation when I was interrupted in my thoughts by the lady in the next stool.
"Excuse me," she said. "I couldn't help but notice you were on the plane out of St. Louis. Are you here are business as well?" Extending her hand, she greeted me. "I'm Helen."
"Hi, I'm Carl," I replied, extending my hand to shake hers. Solid grip for a woman, smooth creamy skin. Giving her the once over, I observed a very attractive woman for her age, probably close to 50 although she looked more like 40. Very well kept face with shoulder length brown hair and maybe a little botox or plastic work to keep up appearances. Nice sized breasts that had either been worked on or were encased in a very sturdy bra. Very nice figure encased by a green dress that accentuated her breasts and stopped just above her knees. She obviously worked hard to keep herself in shape. Continuing on, I told her, "I'm here for DelTex, a computer company. Based out of St. Louis, but I have about a week's worth of work on the computers at our Omaha office. Nice to get out of town every once in a while. What are you here for?" I queried.
"Weeklong pharmaceutical convention downtown. Boring stuff, but like you said, nice to get out of town." She continued chatting about her work while I idly listened and watched her sip her margarita. She had very full lips that mesmerized me, wondering what they would feel like wrapped around my cock. A full weekend of fucking two teenagers and here I was aroused by someone over twice their age. Typical male, thinking with the little head. I glanced again at her breasts before I locking my eyes on her left hand and noticed a pretty big rock on her finger. I must have stared a little too long when I finally heard her say. "Thirty three years for me. I notice you don't have a ring, are you married?" she asked.
Snapping back into the conversation, I told her, "Was for about five years. Got divorced about two months back."
"Sorry to hear that," she said. "I can tell you I never thought I would make it 32. It's been interesting. Lots of change and adapting. Three kids kept us going and distracted. Just sent the last one off to school. Did you have any kids?"
"No, no kids. Would have liked some, but kinda glad now. Wouldn't want them in the middle of this. At least we got a clean break."
"Yes, that's good. Our three probably kept us together on more than one occasion. It will be interesting now, with just me and Jim at the house most of the time. Our two youngest are still in college nearby and they come home on the weekends most of the time, but that will fade." As she talked, I felt her left hand rest on my leg, just above my right knee. As she leaned closer, she said, "One secret to a long marriage – when you're apart from each other or out of town on business, you just pretend you're on your own for that time. Been doing that the last fifteen years. It's a great stress relief on a marriage." Her hand started rubbing my leg as she leaned closer and whispered, "Freshly divorced, you've probably been celibate for a little while. Such a shame for someone to go without."
