Maeve could hear her daughter's enthusiastic cries as she was fucked by her boyfriend Ron in her bedroom. She thought that Sally was being deliberately loud to annoy her, as she didn't cry out the same way when her father was present. Ron was giving Sally a good hard fucking, if the noise was anything to go by. Even if Maeve was irritated by the noise, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be fucked hard like that again, thinking back to when she was younger and she had a boyfriend with a slim, muscular body.
Sally was their third child, five and seven years younger than their other two, both of whom now had left home. She had been spoilt. When she had left school, she didn't do anything for a whole year, but had eventually been persuaded to attend the local college. Now aged 20 she was in her second year. Maeve and her husband had negotiated with her that she could live rent-free at home provided she took her studies seriously. The agreement included that she could have her boyfriend over for sex whenever she wanted, again provided she maintained her grades. Ron, three years older than Sally was her latest boyfriend.
Maeve was seated at the table with her laptop, playing a solitaire card game on it. Bored, she logged on to a dating site. Her best friend had persuaded her to join it and had even registered her for it over her protests, laughing that it was what she needed to bring back the spark into her life. She had been having sex only with her husband for so many years that it had become routine. It felt that no sooner did he slide his cock into her than he came, whereupon he pulled out of her, rolled over and went to sleep. She hadn't had the courage to actually meet a man off the dating site, but admitted that she did enjoy the flirting and chatting with some of the few nice men amidst the many sleazebags.
There was a new message from one of her regulars who wasn't shy in telling her explicitly what sex they could have together. She read it and began to write a reply, surprising herself that she also could be explicit saying what she would like done to her. After all, it was true that when a man made a pass at a woman, it gave her confidence, always provided that she ultimately made the decision as to whether to proceed. There was no way Maeve was going to proceed and jeopardize the home life she had, however little good sex she was getting and tempted though she was.
The loud sounds of passion from the bedroom had stopped. Ron would have pumped his load into Sally. It was a good job that Maeve had taken her to the family doctor for the pill, knowing that he was absolutely discrete. All she had to do was make sure Sally took them.
Ron appeared in the kitchen. He could move quietly when he wanted to. He was only wearing shorts, nothing else and clearly didn't mind display his muscular, toned body to her. He went to the fridge and poured himself a glass of cold juice without asking.
"Help yourself, don't mind me," Maeve thought to herself, "I only work four days a week to be able to buy it so that you could drink it."
She hurriedly minimized the dating site on her laptop, pretending that she had all the time been engrossed in the card game. Ron wandered over and peered over her shoulder. She could smell the mixture of aftershave, manly sweat and sex on him. It was erotic.
"You need to move the six of clubs to the fourth column," Ron told her. Without bothering to see if she would agree, he leaned closer to the screen, took the mouse from her hand and moved the card.
"Well, well. Who would have thought you were a naughty lady," he said.
He had seen the tab of the dating site at the bottom of the screen and had clicked quickly on it so that it filled the whole screen displaying the explicit sex comments of the messages.
"I always knew that you were hot stuff," he said. He put his hand on her breast, lifting it gently and rubbing her nipple against her bra.
"No, stop that" she said. She tried to push his hand away.
"I'm sure that Sally doesn't know you are on a dating site," he whispered in her ear, "I'll bet that she wouldn't approve at all."
"You won't tell her, will you, please," she begged. She stopped trying to push his hand away, letting him continue feeling the softness of her breast with the hardening of her nipple in the centre of her bra.
"There, you see. Isn't that nice?" he whispered again "Of course I won't tell her." She was wearing a blouse with buttons down the front. He undid the top two buttons and slipped his hand inside. Her bra was soft, loosely fitting and it was easy for him to feel inside it and pull one her tits out from it.
"Please, no" she whispered, but didn't do anything to stop him thinking about his implicit threat to tell Sally. Now his fingers were on her bare nipple, stroking it, squeezing it, rolling it between them the way she liked having it done to her. Her nipple grew larger, becoming stiff and very sensitive to his touch. He stopped stroking it and instead reached for her other tit, pulling it out of her bra-cup so that both her tits were bare. His fingers took hold of this nipple, stroking it and arousing it.
"Stop it, please," she begged as both her nipples had become stiff. She could feel herself going wet. His groin was on a level with her face. She was very aware of his cock inside his shorts.
Was he going to pull his cock out, make her open her mouth so that he could push his cock into it, she thought to herself, worriedly. There were conflicting thoughts going through her mind as she became more and more hot with his fingers stroking her, at the same time wanting and not wanting him to do it to her. His cock twitched inside his shorts. It was becoming aroused too. He pulled his hand away from her and out of her blouse.
"I'd better get back to Sally," he murmured, "you are a sexy, hot woman with a beautiful body."
He left her, with her bare tits and hard nipples. She hurriedly tucked them back into her bra and redid the buttons. Soon she could hear her daughter moaning as Ron begun fucking her again. Maeve couldn't believe that she was wishing that it was her that was in bed with Ron instead of her daughter. He was 25 years younger and she was happily married. Thank heaven nothing much really happened.
The following Wednesday was her day off from her work, enjoying being by herself. Mid-morning she was just about to make herself a cup of coffee when she heard a key in the front door followed by it opening. She went to see who it was, to find Ron had let himself in.
"I didn't know that you had a key," she said.
"Sally gave me one," he replied.
"Oh, what are you wanting," she asked, although deep down she knew that he had come to fuck her.
"You," he said.
