This is a continuation of Ch. 01, the same title. Recommend you start your journey there first before reading this chapter. It's hot, I hope!! Enjoy!
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"Very good, that was the correct answer. Now, it's story time." Maggie brought her other leg onto the table now, and grabbed her knees at the same time, fully exposing herself to John. She took two of her fingertips and pulled her labia apart, showing John the saturated slickness within her slit. A third finger slithered down and rubbed the hood of her clit, now poking through her folds. John leaned closer, but Maggie playfully shoved his forehead away.
"Behave, at least for the time being. Good things cum to those who wait. Such as, my pussy. But all in good time. Now, listen."
John mustered all the concentration he possibly could to get his auditory senses to focus on Maggie's story as she continued to leisurely caress and stroke her own gleaming pussy inches from John's face.
"Well, first of all, my husband's been having an affair." John was not necessarily surprised by this revelation on one level, but at the same time, wondered if good ol' Dr. Cox must be blind. Maggie's full pouty lips curled in disdain. "Meredith, a twenty-eight-year-old 'receptionist'." Maggie nearly spat the word. "With huge tits, of course." Maggie lifted one of her hands to caress her hardening nipples on her taut tits through her silk blouse.
"After about ten years of trying to convince me to get a boob job, I guess I should have figured he was a closet boob man." John concurred silently that, indeed, the Doc must be a boob to want to suggest altering his gorgeous wife in any way.
"Turns out she wasn't the first, and I doubt it will be the last. We actually haven't had sex for about six months now, ever since I first suspected him. He finally confessed that there had been several other women." Maggie lifted her hands from her breasts and again lowered her hands to her cunt, this time sticking her long index finger inside and wiggling ever so slowly. John was thoroughly enjoying the show while becoming increasingly interested in Maggie's story, and where it was heading.
"I told the bastard to fire Meredith, and he complained that all that would do was make him liable for a sexual harassment suit. He was right, of course, he's always protecting his own ass first and foremost, but I ultimately decided a few weeks ago that I didn't really care. Even if Meredith went bye-bye, there would be others. There always are women looking to get their hands on a physician." Maggie smiled ruefully. "Pardon the pun."
"So, I went through a self-appraisal, which is not to be confused with self-pity. I had a little help from my friend, Charlotte, I think you may remember her?" Maggie looked quizzically at John, who, not surprisingly, was adjusting the massive hard-on not bouncing up and down into the inner lining of his pants pocket, such was the length that Maggie had evoked in him.
Oh, John knew about Charlotte, all right, one of his favorite customers, not only because of the amount of her store purchases, but also because she was the quintessential-looking 'MILF'.
Probably in her late forties, Charlotte Olson kept her voluptuous body firm and her tinted hair blonde and flowing halfway down her back, and was renowned within the store as the commission saleslady's 'bestest' friend. Her fashion sprees, which included generous supplies of the sexiest of lingerie, at least according to the rumors, were almost legendary within the store. Though John generally desperately tried to avoid the store's gossip mills, he couldn't help but to listen when he had heard Charlotte was a divorcee from a Main Line lawyer of one of the most prominent law firms in the area, and enjoying the financial spoils of the recent settlement. Charlotte apparently used to regale the ladies during her sprees with vivid tales of her latest 'revenge boy toys', as Charlotte called her frequent carnal conquests, favoring personal trainers and even, as urban legend had it, two of the rookie power forwards of the 76ers.
Maggie watched John's mouth curl unwittingly into a small smile, and gently shook her head. Was there a man of any age who didn't turn to jelly at the mere mention of Charlotte's name? As sexy as Maggie was herself, she now considered Charlotte her mentor in Maggies' new-found chosen sport of 'cougaring', as Charlotte coined the term. Though Maggie secretly despised the inference, she had to admit that her fledgling explorations into sexual adventures with young men was both invigorating and extremely entertaining. Maggie had been faithful to her husband for almost twenty-thre years before he confessed his philandering, and now she was not above a little 'sport-fucking' herself.
