A long story covering several sub-plots with the main theme emerging of an 18 year old manipulating situations and women to get sexual experience. The story is totally ficticious. All characters are 18 and over.
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Mary was a very attractive woman in her early forties. She lived with her son Ethan, a good looking guy just eighteen years old. Mary was divorced from her husband, having caught him enjoying sex with her best-friend some seven years ago. The shock of it had put her off seeking another relationship but recently her desires for sex had been re-kindled.
She was still in contact with her ex-husband as Ethan regularly stayed with him. He had re-married but not to Mary's ex-best-friend. He had married a much younger woman four years ago. Whilst Mary had no problem with her, she usually referred to her as 'pretty wife' rather than by her name. It was a sort of veiled jealousy thing, perhaps envious of her youth and looks rather than her marriage.
Mary, wore her age extremely well with her slim and toned figure, fabulous huge natural breasts, shapely bum, great legs and stunning good looks. Her priority was her son and she had not even considered intimate male company for years. However, a chance situation led her to meet Nick and that led her to Nick's bed – all on a no-strings, no commitment basis which suited both of them. That chance situation is a story for another day.
Now that her sexual drought had ended, Mary was enjoying recreational sex greatly. She met up with Nick every week for an evening of serious fucking. She loved Nick's bedroom, equipped as it was with TV screens and CCTV cameras which added to their sex with its live displays – and video recording.
After some months of her fuck-buddy sessions with Nick, an off the cuff remark by her ex-husband set a sequence of events going. These went on to enhance Mary's sexual revival. Her ex had called to pick Ethan up but the boy had been delayed at school. Mary asked if he wanted to wait and he accepted her offer of tea and a chat. She was on good terms with him now and in many ways was letting the bygones be just that.
Over tea, standing in the kitchen, her ex mentioned that she had a slightly different look about her. "You're glowing. You've got a lighter mood. You seem more at ease with yourself and generally, well, happier." Mary thought about his words and realised that he had picked up on something that she had overlooked.
"Well, I think I know what you mean and – to be honest – the only thing I'm putting it down to is that I'm having sex again. I don't know if you wanted that level of detail but there it is. I'm having great no-strings sex with a fit guy who knows how to satisfy a lady." Her words stunned herself more than him. He paused before responding.
"Well, good for you. It must have been a long time for you not to be with someone. But I hope that you don't mean that our sex was poor because that's not how I remember it!" he replied.
Mary grinned, not planning to start a fight but needing to make a point. "I'll pass over the fact that you were fucking my best friend at the same time as you were fucking me but I will share with you that our sex was good – very good – and now I'm having equally good sex with a few exciting things added to it."
He grinned, feeling her words causing blood to begin pumping under pressure. "That's great. Hey, park the awkward stuff, look what I've got here. I found it on my old computer." He pulled his wallet out and selected an item from the largest pocket. He handed it to her and her mouth dropped as the image came into focus. "Hey, that's me, naked and I'm holding your cock. You've kept this all this time?"
"Well, yes, I have. You know we did a lot of sex photography. Most of the images are still on that computer. And I like them so don't expect me to get rid of them, will you." His words were delivered with firmness coupled with enough pleading to get her to approve.
Actually, Mary was flattered for two reasons. Firstly, he had kept raunchy pictures of her even though he had a fit, sexy, pretty, young wife to provide his needs now. Secondly, the picture was more than seven years old and Mary still looked that good – in her figure and her looks.
"No, you keep them. I'm fine with it. Hey, there's another picture here. Oh! Pretty wife, with no clothes on and your cock in her mouth, lucky girl." He acted out that he had passed it to her by accident but he had actually meant Mary to see it. Her last two words were not lost on him though. 'Lucky girl' because she had his cock in her mouth. Mary continued. "Nice tits, very pert. Nice looking pussy, no bush. You always liked me with a full bush."
"Times change! I still like a bush from time to time."
Mary smiled, still gazing at the sexy picture and remembering how she used to suck him off when they were married. She felt a tingle between her thighs and realised that she was becoming moist too. "So, you still take photos during sex, I see. I take it the sex is good?"
He nodded. "Yeah, it is – but then ours was too, don't forget. And you've got a guy for sex now. And it's good too, you said." He realised that the idea of Mary having sex with someone other than him excited him. He found an image appearing in his mind of naked Mary, screaming out an orgasm as some unknown guy drilled his cock into her.
"It is good." Mary said, pausing before adding "She is lovely. I can see why you have good sex with her." Her eyes drifted to his trousers, without her raising her head. She remembered the old tell-tale signs and there they were. She could see that bulge.
"You're getting turned on, aren't you?" she asked in a gentle, almost seductive voice.
He nodded. "You?" he asked, guessing.
Mary nodded too. There was a silence that seemed to them to last for eons. Brain cells frantically analysed the facts, the situation, the prospects, the morals. Still no words were spoken. Mary put the pictures down and stepped towards him. Hoping desperately not to be rebuffed, she reached from his trouser zip. He watched her hands delicately find the short metal strip at the top of the zip. They both herd every click of the buzz of the descending zip. Mary reached inside, quickly bypassing his pants and located his solid erection.
Gently pulling it out into daylight, she stated at it. It had been seven years since she had seen it. There it was with those familiar veins, that lovely bulbous knob and the tiny slit that had delivered so much of his pearly cream into her, onto her. Dropping to her knees, Mary drew his knob between her lips. She began to dance her tongue all over it, drawing her cheeks in to caress it, sucking more of his shaft in to drive it to the soft back of her mouth.
He heard her groan with lustful pleasure and he placed his hands gently on her blond hair. "Fuck! This is so horny!" he gasped, his heart pounding in his chest.
Mary concentrated all of her efforts on his hugely excited cock, lavishing it was sensuous licks whilst holding the base with two fingers and a thumb. Neither knew how long it took but it seemed as though it were just seconds had passed before he gasped "I'm coming! I'm gonna come!" His words hid his deep hope that Mary would continue – and suck his spunk deep into her mouth, then swallow. She groaned as the first spurt burst forth, hitting the back of her mouth. She kept the groan going as jet after jet erupted. Meanwhile, her ex had his head flung back, eyes closed, feeling incredible sensations ripple through his body.
As the flow ceased, Mary slid the slightly softening cock out past her soft lips. She stood up and stated into his eyes. Neither spoke. His cock hung out of his trousers, slowly lowering as its excitement drained away.
"This stays between us, right!" Mary said in firm but caring tones.
"Undoubtedly!" he whispered.
Neither dared ask if it would happen again – but both had the question at the forefront of their minds.
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With some weeks having gone by, Mary thought long and hard about whether to share with Nick her latest sexual encounter. Her qualms were somewhat to do with her own feelings of guilt arising from the encounter. Whilst she knew Nick would not judge her she was not sure she could tell him all the details. After all, they revealed her lust and desire for more sex with her ex-husband.
It had been several weeks since she had told Nick about the unplanned oral sex with her ex. Since then she had met with Nick on a weekly basis as usual. A couple of days after her last session with Nick, Mary's ex-husband had arrived to collect Ethan for his stay-over with his father. Unforeseen for both of them, Ethan had been delayed again as he had forgotten to tell his parents about an after-school event he was attending. They had around an hour and a half to wait so Mary suggested he wait there.
After chatting about the usual things including Ethan's progress at school, Mary remembered the pictures that her ex had left behind that fateful day. She took them from her bag and said "Here, you left these behind that day." He smiled, knowing that he had intended to leave them.
"Oh thanks, I wondered what I'd done with those. I printed a couple more to keep with me. Would you like to see them?" Mary felt it a strange offer but also knew that she did want to see them. Pretty wife was a fit and attractive woman and the pictures she had seen already were quite erotic even for Mary.
