Amelia had experienced a terrible week. Immediately following the initial elation of receiving a car, new clothing, and hair done. Slowly, the hard realization set in. Her marriage was ruined because he had cheated on her.
She was a mother of two, forty-three, and an upcoming divorcee. She had a small group of close pals, while her cheating spouse slept in the adjacent room. She had a chaotic life.
She was aware that he couldn't remain there indefinitely because, Lord knows, he didn't want to. She realized it wasn't really in her nature to react the way she was, but she was still upset and wanted to punish him. The last time they spoke on the phone, her daughter was extremely outspoken about how she felt and how she couldn't understand why she hadn't kicked him out.
She was resolved to start living again when the weekend arrived, but the problem was that she had no idea how to do it. To find someone to call, she browsed through her phone. But over the years, he gradually deleted many of her contacts, and when he bought her a new phone, he made sure he knew exactly whose phone numbers were on it. Later, she called Sofia once more and inquired about her interest in going out. Sofia expressed interest in one and promised to phone a few of the "girls" to invite them to join them.
She was happy that he had spent the day visiting his folks. She had started to suspect that his presence might not be the best decision. She still wanted to hurt him, though, since she was so furious.
She had just finished drying off after taking a shower in the late morning while gazing into the full-length mirror mounted on the wall. She had to concede that, despite having delivered two children, she still appeared to be in good physical shape for her age.
Although a little saggy, her breasts still looked fantastic as she stroked her hands over them. She had 36 C-cups, each of which was topped with a pair of dark brown areolae and sensitive nipples, which only grew more sensitive as her children were born.
She was never a slim girl, but once she had her first child, she never dropped below a size twelve again and had a perpetual "muffin-top" that she could never get rid of. Her gaze landed on her hips, which were a little full for her tastes.
Her main pet peeve, though, was her pubic hair. She had been forced to grow it by Jack. He stated that a full bush was preferable for her.
But whenever they watched porn, particularly in the beginning, he was always more attracted to ladies with smooth and shaved pussies. She shivered as her fingers brushed over her clit while she combed them through her dense bush. She knew what she had to do as she gazed at the thick, red hair. She hurriedly changed into jogging bottoms and a sweater, grabbed her car keys, and left the house for the grocery store.
After an hour, she went back and unloaded the bags of food she had impulsively purchased. She then turned around and grabbed the item she had particularly gone shopping for a hair removal cream for private areas. She perused the instruction booklet from the box's interior as she made her way upstairs.
"Okay. I need to preshave beforehand.
She grinned as she entered his bedroom and en suite. She discovered her prize: his electric beard trimmer. She turned it on as she picked it up, and as it buzzed, she grinned.
He'll never know, I said.
She went back to her room and changed. She then clipped her thick bush till it was quite short and practically stubbly while sitting on the bath's edge. After tidying up her trimmings, she started to fill the bathtub. She then waded into the frothy water and relaxed. She hadn't taken a long soak in a while, and since she needed to "soften" her skin to apply the cream, she figured she might as well enjoy herself.
She got out of the bath and dried off after a half-hour. It felt so strange as her fingers moved over her now-smooth pussy. It felt so unusual after so many years of hair, but it also gave the impression that her pussy's surrounding area had become more sensitive overall.
She went back to her bedroom and posed for the mirror. She took the towel away and looked in the mirror, focusing on her smooth, shaved pussy. Her clit appeared to be attempting to escape, and she observed that her labia were thick and puffy. She grinned, enjoying it.
Later that night, she got ready for her first night out for as long as she could remember, and she started to miss the exhilaration a night out with her friends used to offer.
The brand-new underwear she had purchased during her shopping trip with Sofia was put on. She put on the tight, sheer underwear and tucked it into her crotch. When she drew them up, she discovered that the sheer material had perfectly shaped itself to the folds of her labia and created a camel-toe shape on the newly smooth skin of her pussy. She hadn't seen anything like it since before getting married.
She enjoyed the way the matching bra felt on her skin and the sheer material allowed her to see her black nipples. It felt good to put on something new, so she grabbed the dress off the hanger and pulled it over her head. The dress was one of the new things she and Sofia had purchased. She has not recently purchased anything new for herself.
She slid into her modest new heels—just a couple of inches high—and gave herself one last check before nodding.
"You look good, Amelia. Before heading out, she said to herself.
She got out of the cab and made the few steps needed to go to the bar's entrance, where she would meet the girls. The doorman, a big hefty gentleman who watched her approach, had her heart racing as she walked up to him. As he examined her, she felt his eyes boring through her clothes. As he opened the door for her, he grinned at her.
"Good evening, madam," he said.
She entered with a smile and a thank you. As soon as she did, a wall of sound struck her. Then she realized it had been a while since her last Saturday night outing. She located Sofia and the others, who greeted her with applause and a sequence of squeals around her and gave her hugs like she was a long-lost friend. She was given a glass; she had no idea what was in it, but she sipped it while the women started chatting about the several men there nearly right away.
Throughout the evening, they went to a few pubs and wine bars. As it got close to eleven, her companions began to drift off to their homes because the majority of them were married or had partners waiting for them.
Finally, when darkness drew near, just Amelia and her old companion Luna remained. Amelia believed they were heading towards the taxi stand as they had just left their last bar, but Luna took her by the arm.
"C'mon. I'm feeling like dancing right now. She mumbled.
Amelia, who hadn't had much to drink, was also fairly inebriated, but like many other things, it had been a while since she had that much. They went to the closest club, where they had to wait for about ten minutes before being allowed entry. When they entered the main area, Amelia found the noise level to be almost unbearable.
Luna chose a club where the music was more 'disco' than 'dance,' and Amelia quickly found herself on the dance floor with Luna dancing to some of her favourite 'disco' numbers.
She was taken aback by how much she enjoyed dancing and even more so when two young men approached and requested a dance from them both. After a few dances, they were standing with drinks in their hands, chatting with the two young men. Both males appeared to be lovely young men and were enrolled at the same local institution. Mark, who was twenty-one and in his last year, was Amelia's boyfriend. She was thrilled by the attention and quickly became at ease with him.
They continued to dance till she ultimately started to feel exhausted. She was finding it all to be too much. Mark offered to share Amelia's taxi when she said she was heading home, so Luna continued with her date and Mark departed with Amelia.
She informed him that she'd had a lovely night while leaning her head against his throughout the taxi trip because she was feeling sleepy. She turned to face him when it drove up in front of her house. While she was considering whether or not to kiss him goodnight, he leaned in and kissed her. She grasped onto his arms as her body started to react to his touch since she had not felt like she did in a very long time.
She mumbled when they broke because she was struggling for air.
Are you interested in coming in for a coffee?
She averted her eyes in embarrassment since it was so corny.
He grinned as he observed the two cars parked in the driveway through the window. She gave him a quick look.
"Oh. It's alright. Honestly. My husband is here, but he's just passing through till he can find his place. We are separated.
She could tell he was considering what was happening and was concerned. She squeezed his hand.
"Please?"
As their eyes met in the rearview mirror, the driver simply lifted his eyebrows in response to his glance. He nodded and grinned at her.
The house was empty and dark inside. She went to the kitchen after turning on the lights. Following her, he inquired about her husband. He heard about his affair from her, but she changed it so that he was still there because he hadn't yet found a home.
But he has a room, you know.
As he stood in the kitchen and observed her, he grinned.
"Okay. After all, it's just a cup of coffee, right?
She confronted him after turning around. She was excited, her breathing had accelerated, and she could feel the hardness of her nipples. She wanted so much more from this young man than just coffee.
She moved closer to him. She fixed her gaze on his eyes as their bodies touched and their faces grew close.
"Unless?"
She was the object of his attention.
"Unless?"
When she was unable to resist any longer, she flung her arms around his neck, drew him close to her, and they kissed. He placed his tongue against her lips, causing them to part so he could push and play with hers inside of her mouth. She gave him a passionate kiss as he did so. He slammed his body up against her, pushing her against the cabinets.
His lips stoked fires inside of her that had been dormant for so long, and she groaned and gasped as a result.
They both started panting as they both stopped and looked at each other. She grabbed his hands.
"Fuck coffee. Do you want to go upstairs?
He nodded without pausing. She took his hand and guided him upstairs while gently turning off the kettle as they walked out of the kitchen.
She took him inside her bedroom after passing her husband's. When he turned back and closed the door behind him, she had already begun to pull her dress over her head. She let it go and stood in her sheer black underwear while he watched her. He turned to face her while grinning. She halted him.
"Dress yourself. I need it right away. She huffed.
She reached behind him and unclipped her bra as he stopped and began to take off his shirt. He gasped as it fell to the ground because she was so turned on that her nipples were like bullets. She put her fingers into her panties, carefully slid them down her legs, and kicked them off as he lifted his shirt over his head without unbuttoning it and maintained his eyes on her.
He gasped at her when she stood up. She appeared stunning. He grinned as soon as his gaze landed on her pussy.
"Hmm. Amelia. You are a model MILF.
She grinned. She was intrigued to learn that she was a "Mother I'd like to fuck" because she was aware of what a MILF was. He rapidly undressed, and she immediately focused on his cock as he emerged from his boxers. Although he was not very large, his cock appeared to be about seven inches long.
He approached her and kissed her. He let his hands caress her ass and cup her cheeks as he did so. She felt his cock dig into her abdomen as he pushed her up against him. She felt her legs droop as he carried her in his arms; he was just over six feet tall.
He positioned her on the bed and knelt next to her.
Do you enjoy Amelia's oral tics?
She smiled while biting her lip. Jack hadn't helped her out like that in years. He came to her feet, grinned, and separated her legs. He lay between her legs as she closed her eyes, and she felt his mouth on her bald, smooth pussy. He licked her clit while slipping his tongue between her puffed labia, causing her to gasp aloud. He then slid his tongue into his mouth and bit on it.
He started to lick and suck on her pussy and clit as she yelled and grabbed his head, pulling at his hair with her fingers.
He stroked his lips and tongue all over her pussy as she writhed and moaned under him.
Oh, dear, Mark! YES. I'm done now! He was making her feel things she hadn't felt in years, and she begged him to not stop.
He continued to squeeze and tickle her clit with his lips while running his tongue along her slit. She wriggled and squirmed under him, pushing her pussy into his mouth. To hear, she was panting. He was, however, the last person in her thoughts at the time. She was completely preoccupied with the oncoming climax that she could feel rushing toward her.
when a tornado-like impact occurred. She screamed—not a cry, not a yell, but a full-throated scream—as her entire body trembled under the force of the intense orgasm that had just taken place. As she shook and trembled, shouted out and screeched during her climax, her knees tightened around his head and kept him there. He tried to cling onto her as her body writhed and buckled beneath him, but he succeeded, and as her orgasm subsided, she slowed down. She eventually rested, and her body became limp. His head was released by her thighs, allowing him to resume his regular breathing.
He took a little break before slipping from her thighs and settling next to her. He kissed her as he held her in his arms.
"Wow. Amelia, I've never seen somebody respond in that way before. She grinned and gave him a half-open-eyed look.
"As I mentioned. It has been some while.
Together, they dozed out for some time. She kissed him and then stood up.
"Your turn is now."
Her fingers wrapped around his shaft as she moved her hand down his torso. Although he wasn't particularly tall, he was somewhat bulkier than Jack.
He sighed as he reclined, enjoying her fingers on his tender shaft as she slowly stroked it.
She put her lips over the wet tip, took the head in her mouth, and let her tongue lick and flick across the delicate head of his cock, causing him to groan.
She then took the remaining food into her mouth and started gliding his shaft with her lips.
She bobbed her head up and down as she sucked his cock, and he moaned and put a hand on the back of her head.
Hello, Amelia. You have such a soft mouth. You are aware of how to accomplish it, right?
She had, although it had been some time. She persisted, working his cock in and out of her mouth while her tongue licked his shaft and skimmed across the tip. She continued until she noticed a twitch in his buttocks, at which point she stopped and turned to face him.
"I don't want to throw things away. Do you intend to fuck me?
He nodded while beaming. She asked whether he had a condom since, happily, he did. She hadn't been ready for this. He got up from the bed and took one out of his pants pocket.
He tore open the packet and put it onto his stiff cock as she moved up the bed and lay down. Then, as he crouched down between her knees, she grinned at the tiny bulbous end of his cock, which was now encased in a thin, pink sheath. He pushed her legs apart and lifted her knees a little while she reclined her head.
She groaned as she felt it rub against her as he then bent over her and looked for an entrance.
He stiffened up a bit and moved forward as she turned to face him. She sighed as he pushed beyond her entrance and entered her after feeling his thick head stretch her pussy.
He pushed deeper into her and laid on top of her before pausing to start fucking her. initial long, leisurely strokes. He plunged inside her and gently withdrew while kissing and holding her. However, as she pushed back at him, he quickened his pace. With each thrust, which was accompanied by a groan from him and a shout of delight from her, she locked her feet behind his back.
Once more, he accelerated his tempo and started to vigorously pound her pussy, filling the space with cries of delight as well as moans and groans.
Oh darling Mark. Jeez. Fuck me. That's it. Oh god, sure. Oh goodness!"
The bed creaked and the headboard slammed against the wall as she screamed in pain as he pounded her pussy. She paid little attention to the person sleeping in the adjacent room since she was so engrossed in her enjoyment. He wasn't asleep, though. He had been awake virtually since the minute they had begun, and he had heard her first orgasm.
As he dove into her, she fucked at him while digging her fingers into his neck.
She pleaded with him to screw her more forcefully, which he did and then for the first time in her memory. She had intercourse and orgasms. He hammered her pussy hard as she screamed once more as her body erupted in orgasm. As he rammed his cock into her, she clung to him and sank her fingernails deeply into his flesh.
He continued during her climax, and when she started to cool down, he pushed forcefully and sighed deeply. As soon as she felt his cock grow inside of her, she anticipated his arrival. He jerked inside of her as he filled the condom with his cum as he laid on top of her, and she clutched him tight.
When he was finished, he slowly rolled off of her and laid next to her. She fixed her gaze upward. She was in shock over what she had just done, especially with such a young man. Almost a boy. He caught her eye. He had knotted the condom after removing it. As he glanced at her, he dropped it to the ground.
"Amelia. I haven't met your hubby before. And to lie to you? He must be a complete moron. I've never encountered a hotter, more seductive woman than you. Young students like myself have encountered this. However, none of them compares to you. That was incredible.
She gave him a friendly grin before turning to lie on his chest.
"Mark, thank you. I appreciate you helping me regain my sense of femininity.
Suddenly, she was exhausted, and before she realized it, she had fallen asleep.
It took her a while to recollect what had happened when she first woke up. She had a hangover and could feel a hammering in her head. She opened her eyes gradually and noticed that the bed was empty. It was cold when she reached out and let her palm slide across the sheet.
She stood up by pulling herself up. A note was on her side table when she turned to look. She took hold of it.
"Amelia, Thank you for a fantastic evening. The night was the best of my life. You are a stunning woman, and the sex was wonderful. As I didn't want to have an embarrassing talk with your ex, I departed early. You have my phone number. If you want to meet up again when you are by yourself, give me a call. Mark X."
As she finished reading his note, she grinned.
I recently had a single-night stand. She pondered while she reclined. She then considered her husband before deciding that she needed to get rid of this headache. After waiting for more than an hour, she ultimately left her bedroom and went to the kitchen.
When Ian entered the room, she had just completed her first cup of coffee for the day. He appeared awful when she looked up. She was about to inquire as to his well-being when she caught sight of his eyes. He was shattered. She felt bad when she realized he had heard everything from the previous evening.
Although she had intended to harm him, she had done more. He appeared to be in despair, and she began to consider how she would approach him. She eventually switched back to typing, and she turned to face him as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
"Jack. I apologize for last night. Yes, I was hurt and I was inebriated.
But I was wrong. Not with you, I shouldn't have done it here.
You weren't due that.
As he faced her, he turned around.
"I'm grateful. I understand your motives. That you did it astonished me. To spite me, you had sex with someone.
Her head sagged. This was not intended to happen. She was not the villain. But she did feel that way.
"Yes. Ian, I wanted to hurt you. But I'm sorry now. I made a mistake by doing it.
He was leaning on the counter.
"Do you agree that I should leave right away?"
She gave him a gentle nod as she regarded him.
"Jack, yes. I do. I apologize.
He took his coffee cup with him as he left after nodding.
While he was upstairs, she remained in the kitchen and kept herself occupied. She waited for him to come and say goodbye while she stood by the kitchen window and observed the birds eating at the several feeders he had positioned all across their garden.
As he loaded his things into his car, she heard the front door open. She waited, and then as she stepped out into the living room she heard the sound of a car engine. He had already left. He had left the home key on the sideboard, which she discovered. She glanced out the window just in time to see his car leave the driveway and start travelling down the street. "He's left." He never bid you farewell? She started crying for the first time since she had confronted him about his affair. 'Well now what do you do?' she asked as she collected herself, wiped her eyes, and turned to face the mirror.