Amie woke the next morning feeling very good. As she stretched her body and looked around the room, she needed a moment to remember where she was and how she got here.
Yesterday was a day of highs and lows. She loved being with Erik, but hated her irrational, insensitive, and unreasonable husband. He was an
asshole
to her! As she lay in her son's bed, she was proud of herself. Amie had taken a stand against Victor, too. She was in control of her life now.
Amie had Erik Nolan to thank for everything. He opened her eyes to the terrible situation in her marriage. She felt less emotionally and sexually attached to Kurt than she had ever been. Their lives had gotten stale. He was boring. Most of all, he made no attempt to show affection to her anymore. He deserved to be alone in his bed right now.
But as happy and fortunate as she was to have Erik in her life, she was self- conscious about keeping him. The things he said to her...no one had said things like in a long time - or maybe even ever! But at the same time, it wasn't lost on her that she was still a middle-aged housewife - he had better options than her. He could have had anyone he wanted.
Any girl would have been lucky to have him. He was a real stud, a real...hunk. She had his cock in her hands just yesterday. She laughed at the thought: Amie, the young loser who wished for but never got the jock, wins the number one hunk. The thought pleased her immensely.
Her fingers traveled down between her legs. She pushed a couple of them inside her, remembering the feel of Erik's cock over his pant. She giggled again to find that she was wet. "Oh... Erik..."
And suddenly she remembered him bluntly calling her an 'amateur', as if she was a beginner athlete. She wasn't good enough while she was fondling him. She trusted him when he said it. If she was going to keep him interested, she would have to be conscious of being better. By Erik's own admission, she had to start
owning
the stud, because well, there was going to be
a lot
of competition for his attention. The thought of other women - undoubtedly sexier and younger than her - having a better shot than her was depressing.
Sighing, she flipped the covers off her short body and slid her legs off the side of the bed. She giggled as she moved about the room naked. The freedom felt nice. Then, quickly throwing water on herself, she returned to dress herself. She made a point of schlepping her bag and her clothes out the guestroom. For a moment, she searched for some underwear, but remembering Erik's opinion on the matter, she willfully abandoned the idea and instead went straight to the clothes.
She liked her sundress, but decided to switch it up with a fun, dark blue pleated skirt. Over top, she wore a sheer white sleeveless top. Everything below her mid-thigh was showing, along with her upper chest and arms. She felt like summer. It was so light. She felt her nipples harden as the shirt brushed her breasts. She loved how everything felt against her skin in general. She brushed her hair, added some cosmetic highlights to her face, and then stepped out of Victor's room.
The house was quiet. Victor, as he told her while sheepishly leaving his room last night, had gone into work. Kurt...well, Amie didn't care what Kurt was doing. He was probably sleeping away as usual, but she didn't care enough to check. She didn't know if Erik was home, though. He didn't say if he was going into work again. Unlike yesterday his door was closed, which told her he might have been present.
Just as she done the morning before, she went through the kitchen and began to make breakfast. The only difference now was it wasn't going to be a family thing. Her family was not on her mind - Erik was. She pulled out the French press and got the stove going, brewing up some coffee and cooking up some eggs and sausage. She liked the idea of cooking for him. It was sexy to cook for a man that deserved it. Amie wanted to take care of him, not in a motherly way, but as a sexy woman that could be his partner. She served it all in a tray along with some sliced fruit and then carried it upstairs.
She slowly and skilfully turned the door knob to the master bedroom. She backed in with the tray of food, swinging her body around to face the bed. Her skin jumped when he saw Erik sleeping in his bed. Although most of his body nicely under the covers, his broad and tanned chest was fully exposed. She coyly walked around to him, unable to hide her grin.
She stood above him while she watched him sleep for a moment. He had a manly jawline. His face had hints of stubble. She hoped the overpowering aromas from the tray would wake him, but he seemed out cold.
"Erikk..." Amie sang. "Erikk...wake up..." She thought about adding something like 'you hottie', but it sounded stupid in her head. In any case, she got excited when he began to stir.
His eyes slowly opened and his head turned up to look at her. "Amie..." he said with a smile. He wiped his eyes and then pushed his body up.
"Good morning. I made you breakfast," she said, directing the tray on his lap - in front of his nice, smooth abs.
She delightfully watched him as he sampled the food and sipped the coffee. "Mmm, you made this?" he asked.
"I did," she nodded. "Anything for my man." Now she couldn't hide her grin. She felt so hot referring to him like that.
"My girl is learning," Erik sliced and ate the perfectly poached egg.
Then, Amie put a knee on the foot of the bed and climbed on. With a smirk, she slithered on to it, laying down to a face him. One hand was perched under her head. The other toyed with the hem of her skirt.
"Want to know what else I learned?" Amie coyly asked. Saying nothing, Erik nodded his head upward. She slowly pulled her skirt upward. With her skirt bunched at her waist and her finger brushing her pussy lips, she said, "You like?"
Erik looked on with his familiar grin as the older woman rubbed herself. "Bold Amie is getting bolder. Letting go of herself. Very good, baby," he said.
Amie giggled, "Yeah..." She felt so slutty and dirty. Sprawled out and exposed for him. She was performing for him. Everything was so spontaneous; she didn't give it a second thought. She was just going with the flow - being better for Erik. She was Erik's 'baby'. His woman.
His eyes then shifted now downwards - towards her pussy. "We'll have to make you a bit more presentable down there, but hey, that's another time," he winked.
Amie didn't know if he meant her hair down there. If he did, she didn't get nervous after his reassurance. Her mind was incredibly aroused and kinky. She needed to own this stud. That's what Erik said to her: 'own the stud'.
Erik continued, "I bet you've
never
done this for the janitor." He had a hint of laughter in his voice.
She smiled, "Never." The tip of her finger was now inside her. She was damp.
"He never deserved it," Erik added with a smirk. "Never will again."
She flinched at the thought. She loved the idea. Denying her idiot husband her body and affection. Kurt was already doing that to her. She pushed her finger further inside herself.
Never again
. She moaned again at the thought.
"Is he sleeping?"
"Mhm."
"And his hopeless son?" Erik asked again.
