Chapter 3- The Unexpected Guest
The next morning Margaret opened her eyes to find Thomas in bed beside her. She groaned as she shifted onto her side and cuddled up to her lover's back. Her ass, her thighs, and her pussy ached from the sound fucking she received all day long yesterday and half of the night. She was so sore she wasn't sure if she was going to be able to walk today. Well, she had told Thomas to fuck her until she walked funny. She did tell him that, didn't she? Or, was that just a lustful fantasy that happened to come true?
Either way, she was going to be walking funny, and most likely, draining little Thomas and Tamsin's down her inner thighs too. She could already feel his gelatinous cum smearing her pussy-lips and her inner thighs. She wondered for a brief moment what the possible outcome of so much unprotected sex would be. Sure she still got her period regular as clockwork, but it was only three days of light bleeding and then it was done. Surely she was too old to get pregnant anymore!
With a mental shrug she closed her eyes and snoozed for a little while. Honestly, whatever happened, she wasn't worried. If she didn't get pregnant, oh well, she was used to that particular disappointment. If she did, well then, yes she was a little older than most women, but then, she was youthful for her age. Besides, what could she do? If she got pregnant then she would just have to cope with whatever comes.
Thomas felt Margaret roll over and he was immediately awake. Honestly, he had been awake for hours. Guilt burned his soul. He had cheated on Heather! Sure she cheated first, but God have mercy on him, it didn't make his cheating less grievous. Then there was the fact that he fucked Margaret all day and most of the night. He hadn't once used a condom! Of course Margaret hadn't asked him too, but then, did she really have too? What if she got pregnant? What would he do then? Would Margaret be pissed? Would she tell him to leave? What if she decided he was just a fuck toy and she was done with him?
Margaret rolled over and tucked her arm around his waist. Despite his fears, Thomas found himself lacing his fingers through hers and pulling her arm tighter around him for comfort.
An hour later Margaret rose up and pulled Thomas over to lay on his back. He looked up into her golden-brown eyes. She didn't say anything, she only smiled at him as she threw her leg over his hips so that she was straddling him. He had been stiff with arousal for a long time already, so she simply grabbed his dick like a sword hilt and guided him to her pussy. She lifted up and then sank down his shaft. In a single fluid movement her ass cheeks slapped his balls as his dickhead rammed into her cervix and pushed deeper inside her womb. With his balls smashed between his thighs and her ass-cheeks, she slowly started grinding her pussy on his pelvic bone. His dick moved only an inch or two in and out of her. She rotated her hips and his dick whisked her vagina like a spoon stirring a pot. Margaret brought her legs up higher and the position of her uterus dropped until every motion had his dickhead pressing against her cervix for entry into her uterus. Margaret closed her eyes, she breathed shallowly, and her hips moved as if her body moved on instinct. Suddenly, Thomas felt his dick slide deeper. It felt almost like a pop, and then Margaret gasped as her thighs and pussy muscles tightened around Thomas's dick like a vise.
Margaret was coming and her pussy was milking Thomas's dick like it was the milk cow's teat. Thrusting up, he buried his dick as deep inside her as he could. His testicles churned out sperm as he came. His dick burned, feeling like it was swollen to three times what was natural and his swollen mushroom head was about to explode like a tomato squeezed until its insides burst through its thin skin!
He gasped. He clutched at Margaret's thighs and he tried to force her down so that he could drive his dick even deeper inside her. If he was going to blow his dick off, then he wanted Margaret to feel it all the way to her ovaries!
Margaret finally moaned in her ecstasy, and then she collapsed onto Thomas's chest. It was almost an hour later before Margaret rolled off the bed and said, "I think we should eat and drink some water."
"I agree," Thomas said as he followed her to the kitchen.
Neither of them worried about the fact that they were both naked. They prepared a hardy brunch, ate it, and then took a shower together. Once they were clean Thomas led Margaret to his room where they fucked for the rest of the day. The rest of the week was supposed to been too hot to work, and so, except for milking the cow and collecting the eggs, Margaret and Thomas fucked on every piece of furnature in her house. They only took breaks for eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and then it was on again.
After that week their relationship fundamentally changed. Thomas still had his room, but now he slept exclusively with Margaret. They worked and played together. Very rarely would they work separately. Thomas became Margaret's man, not her employee, or help. They were together now, not husband and wife exactly, more like mates, co-habitants, at least, that is how she thought of it.
Margaret, Thomas decided, was more than a girlfriend, lover, or mistress. Heather had cheated on him and he had left her. Yes, they were not divorced yet, but maybe that could be remedied somehow. No, Margaret was more to Thomas. To him she exemplified his ideal image of a faithful adoring wife. The wife he had wished Heather had been. Well, no matter what happened now, he was going to stay by Margaret's side. He would be her man and she would be his woman.
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It was mid-June when Margaret found Thomas and she couldn't believe the summer was almost over already. Two months. Two whole months it had taken him to finally make a move and fuck her senseless, and now, September was upon them.
It was the first weekend of the month, and supply-run day down to Livingston and still it was dreadfully hot. When she pulled on apair of her ultra-tight Wrangle jeans that fit her ass so well, she found she couldn't pull them over her hips and ass. Looking at herself in the stand mirror, she didn't seen any extra weight on her hips or ass, but she clearly couldn't get her pants on. Looking down at her lower belly, she wondered, 'Is that a pooch to my lower belly?'
Dismissing the broadening of her hips, the thickening of her ass, and the roundness of her belly as bloating from eating more than usual lately. She pulled her jeans off and went to her closet. In the back recesses of her her closet she found a dress she hadn't worn in years. Pulling it out, she pulled on the white, button up, country dress that fit her snugly around her breasts and midriff, and flared out over her hips and ass with a him that fell to her mid-calf. Just above her cowboy boots. The dress was made so that she didn't need a bra, but feeling naughty, she didn't wear panties either.
Thomas was dressed and cooking breakfast while she finished braiding her hair and making herself up with a little lipgloss and a smidge of mascara. She felt a little silly putting on makeup to impress her man, but then, she wanted to keep on impressing him. Sure she had hooked and reeled him in, now it was her job to keep him so smitten with her that he never looked somewhere else. Margaret had known too many stupid women that thought just because they got their man, afterward they didn't need to do anything to keep him reeled in.
Men were very much like fish. They would come and eat right out of your hand if you fed them what they wanted and needed. A woman could also bate a hook on a fishing line and she could catch herself a man. Free or hooked, a fish would never leave or stray. Sure they would fight a bated hook, but they could be reeled in. However, as soon as you quit feeding them, they would quickly swim off. And like a fish men would bite a different glitter hook or eager swim right into the arms of another woman is will to feed them whatever it was they needed.
Margaret had known this truth when she married George, and she had kept him so satisfied that he never so much as looked twice at any other woman. Now, she applied those same principles toward Thomas, and though neither of them had used the L-word yet, she was confident that Thomas was completely enraptured by her charms. When she was done making herself up, she walked out and presented herself to Thomas's for his critique. He did a double take when he saw her, and then let out a long low whistle before setting the spatula down and turning around to pull her into his arms.
