1
Linda McCain thought to herself, "I still look pretty hot for a 42 year old." as she checked herself out in the mirror. She turned her body slightly to the left, to see how her ass would look from an observer's point of view and smiled at herself once she discovered that, with the right light, one could defiantly see the thong she had on underneath.
"I still got it!" she said as she grabbed her purse and headed out the front door.
Linda was convinced her idea to surprise Paul for lunch at his office down on James street was brilliant. He had been working really hard over the past couple of weeks and the married couple have had absolutely no time to themselves. This would make up for all that time apart, she thought, in spades.
Linda had called earlier in the day to make sure with his assistant Jamie that he would be there and proceeded to plan the whole day for the two of them. She would surprise him at his office during his lunch break, drive him home and the two of them would have unexpected, hot, dirty, sweaty and greatly overdue, sex. She had even prepared an outfit for Paul that would make his wildest fantasy come true. Linda had discovered, through some detective work (mainly checking her husband's history folder on his laptop) that her husband had a school girl fetish. Knowing this, Linda had bought a school girl outfit from a sex shop store and had even practiced tying her hair in pigtails like she had when she was a child herself. She even watched some porn that her husband had watched to learn the lingo, so that she would be able to say just the right thing to really get him going. "Oh yes Teacher! Fuck me harder!" or, "Oh, I've been a bad girl..." and so on.
Although that school girl persona was waiting at home, the sexy older woman Linda was walking the streets of Toronto. Her long sexy legs, made to look even sexier with the Louboutin heels she had on, shined in the sunlight as she made her way to the downtown office building. As she stood at the front of the glass building, looking up to the 15th floor where her husband worked, two young men in their early twenties shouted from across the street, "MILF!!". Linda smiled to herself and acted as if she didn't hear, while her pussy became a bit moist.
Just as she was about to enter the building she noticed a man who looked identical to her husband in the reflection of the glass. She turned around quickly and saw Paul and a stunning blonde getting into a taxi together. Linda looked around in a panic and without thinking jumped into a cab and told the driver to follow the taxi in front of them.
As the cars sped through the streets, Linda's mind began to wonder; who was that girl? She couldn't have been a day over 19. What is Paul doing with her?
The taxi stopped in front of a sleazy motel and Linda watched from her taxi as her husband and the young girl stumbled out of the car giggling and playfully pushing one another as they proceeded into one of the Motel rooms. She waited in the car for what seemed like an eternity until the cab driver woke her out of her trance.
"Look lady, I'd be glad to take all your fuckin' money while the meter is running but your starting to freak me out."
Linda grabbed some cash out of her purse and threw it at the cab driver and got out of the car. She thought twice about walking over to the room in which they had entered but then after a few minutes she couldn't take it anymore. She walked over to the door and leaned her ear in, to try and hear what was happening.
"Oh yea, fuck me Mr. McCain!" Linda heard as she pressed her ear to the door. She stood there in shock listening to her husband fuck this young girl just a few feet away. She could hear the slapping of his balls against her body and his chest slamming into her ass.
"Oh yea take it you naughty little girl."
"Oh I've been such a bad girl...will you give me an A because I'm doing this?"
"Maybe, if you let me cum on your pretty little face."
"Oh, anything you want!! I've never tasted cum before"
"Oh YEA!! Take that lollipop out of your mouth and taste this."
Linda couldn't take it anymore. She walked away from the door in a daze and walked as far away from that motel room as she could before she found a cab.
2
A Few Months Later...
Linda never confronted Paul about what she had seen that afternoon or more specifically what she had heard. She could never get the nerve to bring it up and she never quite knew how to confront him about it. Their marriage in the meantime dwindled and Paul spent more and more time at "work" but Linda knew quite well what was happening behind her back.
As the time passed Linda's shock from the whole ordeal went away and was replaced with rage and a strong desire to seek revenge. She contemplated a number of different ways in which she could return the favour to her husband but nothing seemed to really be good enough, or bad enough as the case may be.
One night, Linda was home alone in the house watching a re-run of the Real Housewives of Orange County. While she leaned over the couch to pour herself her third glass of red wine that night, she heard a knock at the door. Linda was surprised to see her and Paul's 20 year old daughter Becky standing on the porch.
"Becky? Oh my, I wasn't expecting to see you."
"Hi mom!! Well I finished my last essay and I thought I would come home early to see you guys."
"That's wonderful Becky, I'm so happy to see you here." Linda said while she reached out to hug her daughter.
"Is dad home?"
"No, he's at work." She answered as she closed the door behind her.
"Work? It's like 9"
"I know....he...it's hard...he's busy at work, what can I say."
Becky brushed off her mother's response and sat down on the couch and reached over and got herself a glass of wine.
"So mom...tell me what's new?"
Linda and her daughter had a very open relationship. They were more like best friends then mother and daughter. They had a high comfort level with each other, which made it easy for them to talk, even about the most intimate topics. The two girls talked on the couch for over an hour about a whole host of topics including, Becky's one night stand, with a stud that she told her mother was very sexy, handsome, ripped and was in fact very well endowed. The conversation was going along smoothly until Becky could see that there was something bothering her mother. Both women were drunk at this point but Becky did notice something off with her mother.
"Mom...something's not right."
"What you mean?"
"You usually talk more is something bothering you?"
Linda could not get over what Paul had done and was dying to tell someone. She knew she had to let out this information and it was her daughter's right to know what a jerk her father was. So, with the help of the wine, along with the rage she felt inside, she blurted out,
"Your father's cheating on me."
Becky's friendly expression changed instantly to rage.
"WHAT?"
"Yes with someone I think is even younger then yourself."
Becky sat there on the couch in silence, not knowing what to say.
The two girls sat and discussed the situation and the need for a divorced for a while until Becky said unexpectedly to Linda,
"You have to get back at him!"
"What do u mean?"
"I mean you have to get back at that prick, he can't do that you. He fucked some young little bitch, than you have to fuck some hot guy. You stick it to him, make him feel like shit."
Linda was taken aback by this statement from her daughter but pressed on intrigued by where the conversation was going.
"Fuck a young guy? Are you serious? I mean Becky I'm 42, it's not like it's really an option for me."
"Shut up mom, your smoking hot! There are sooo many guys that would want you. All my guy friends from high school wanted you. You still look amazing."
"Come on..." Linda sighed, knowing what her daughter was saying was true but wanted to hear more.
"I'm serious mom. I wish my legs looked half as good as yours."
"I'm not saying the idea of being with a stud is not a good one," Linda giggled half drunk, half horny, "but, I mean, what, am I gunna go into a bar and try and find a college stud?"
Becky thought for a minute and then shouted, "Dave!"
"Who?"
