It was weird for her to spend her first week alone herself at home.
She had previously gone on her own. Even though he had frequently travelled for work, this time felt different. She was aware that this was the end for the foreseeable future, not just for one or two nights.
The fact that she had finally asked him to go made her son and daughter pleased. She didn't hesitate to admonish them to stay in touch with their dad.
"He remains your dad. I also don't want you to pick a side. You can be upset with him, but don't ignore him. More than ever, he needs you.
She was taken aback that her son Daniel had experienced the most difficulty. He had received a lot of abuse from Olivia, who was very blunt.
But after she was through, she told him he might visit her whenever he liked. She only requested that he check with her first and not show up alone.
Amelia talked to her kid over the phone about his dad.
"Mum. Daniel: "I don't know why you want me to treat him nicely. He is your dad. He adores Olivia and you both dearly. You'll realize when you and Mary have a family. He will do everything for both of you. Give him a chance, please. She begged her son for help.
After much persuasion, she finally convinced him to concur. He then called his father and they made plans to meet for a drink later that evening.
Amelia was also taken aback by how many of her pals decided to call her all of a sudden. She had invitations for Sunday lunch, supper, and even coffee as a result of word spreading among them. She accepted to meet up with a couple of her old friends at a wonderful pub outside of town that was located on the banks of a river since she enjoyed the concept of Sunday lunch.
She moved his belongings into the guest room during the week before returning to the marital bed, which was now her own. She replaced the bedding and thoroughly cleaned and aired the space. She desired a new beginning.
She noticed that something didn't feel right after spending her first night back in her bed, and after giving it some consideration, she identified what it was.
She went into town and came back to await the arrival of her new bed and mattress for a fresh beginning.
She received the bed a few days later and took it home. She went upstairs and marvelled at her new bed as soon as they finished because she had paid extra for them to install it for her. The atmosphere was different, and the entire space appeared new. She scanned the area and nodded. Now, it had a feminine feel and appearance.
She went over to her dresser and unlocked the top drawer—the one holding her underpants. She wasn't sure why she felt as though she was being drawn there. When she drew her hand out, she had her vibrator clutched in her fingers after slipping her hand inside and looking around. She turned it on before realizing the batteries needed to be replaced. A portable fan that was resting on her drawers caught her attention as she glanced around the room.
She took the fan in her hands and unzipped the back. She grinned as she switched the batteries in her vibrator and took the base off. She put the base back on and twisted it; she felt vibrations and heard the recognizable buzzing; she exclaimed, "It works!" She gave the bed a quick peek. "I was unable. Could I?
She approached the bed and sat down on the edge. 'What the heck!' she said as she fixed her attention on the vibrating device.
She quickly undid her skirt and placed her underwear on the ground. She stretched her legs out on her new bed as she reclined, holding the vibrator against her silky, pussy lips. Then she carefully moved it up and down between her moist lips. She slipped the pink vibrating cock along her wet slit and onto her clit, immediately groaning and yelling. She gasped and threw her head back as the vibrator's tip touched the back of her clit.
"Oh gosh! It's good that.
She liked masturbating but hadn't done it in years. Her thoughts returned to the previous weekend and the young man who had given her such a hard fuck in the adjacent room as she moved the vibrator over her clit. As she slowly fucked herself, she shouted out as she pushed the pink object into her pussy. The vibrations seemed to spread throughout her entire body. She slid her lower lip in and out, biting it.
Oh shit. Oh yes, fuck me.
Her young stud was driving his firm cock into her pussy, in her imagination, as she closed her eyes. As she fucked herself, she pressed her pussy against her hand. As she fucked herself with the vibrator, her free hand descended, massaged, and masturbated her clit.
She slid onto her side and shouted out as her body trembled and she came. Suddenly, she crossed her knees and clamped her hand and the vibrator between her thighs.
As she orgasmed, she felt her fingers continue to stroke her clit as she felt her pussy contract and unclench around the pink cock.
Her legs were spread wide as she lay on her new bed with brand-new sheets, the pink vibrator buzzing deep inside her pussy.
As she began to gradually recover from her orgasm, she panted and breathed rapidly.
The vibrator was carefully removed by her as she reached between her legs. Her body shook as she drew it out as the buzzing grew louder and she felt aftershocks. In addition to turning it off and letting it fall to the bed, she also reclined her head and focused on the ceiling.
"Damn. I must be fucked right now.
Later that night, as she watched TV, she couldn't help but think about having sex. She was craving it now that she had engaged in masturbation. What had happened to her, she questioned. Even though she and Ian hadn't shared a passionate kiss in a very long time, after one night with her young stud, she couldn't stop thinking about it.
She looked for porn online, but it didn't please her.
She discovered a discussion board where people discussed no-strings sex, including where to get it and how to engage in it. According to a story she had read, a woman her age would frequently go out alone to a pub and always managed to leave with a man who would drive her home and fuck her.
'I couldn't do that,' she thought as she read it. Could I?
She turned off the computer and focused on the time. 'Was it too late to go out?' I asked myself around nine o'clock.
Just after ten, she entered the pub. She changed immediately, donning a knee-length skirt, a simple shirt, and pull-up stockings instead of tights. When she entered, she took a look around and noticed that there were many couples, small groups of men and women, and loud music.
As she walked to the bar and waited for her turn, she shook.
She felt uncomfortable and uneasy, briefly pondered why she was there, and even considered turning around and leaving.
A tap on the shoulder startled her.
Would it be okay if I got you that drink?
She turned and gazed up into a tall, attractive man's eyes.
He had short hair, was around six feet three inches tall, and was well muscular. The tight shirt he was wearing highlighted his muscles. She nodded and grinned at him.
"Er. I apologize; thank you.
He sneaked up next to her and received service quickly.
When he came back with their drinks, she had taken a step back and was standing a short distance away. He introduced himself and gave her a drink.
Lucas, please.
To pass the time, she grinned while sipping her drink.
'Hi, I'm Amelia.
He grinned. I'm glad to have you here, Amelia.
She drank some more. She hoped he wouldn't be able to see her quivering hands.
If it's okay, may I say? You don't seem at home here.
She grinned.
"I know. I haven't been on my own for a long time.
What made you go out tonight, then?
She fixed her gaze on his eyes. I was hoping to run into someone who would fuck me senselessly like you. Was what she said different from what she believed?
I simply needed to leave the house.
They conversed, albeit she would later forget what they discussed. And as they conversed, they gradually drew closer to one another. She could smell him, and both his sight and aroma were seductive.
He excited her, and she could feel how wet she had become. It was now beyond ten-thirty when he purchased a second drink.
They were standing extremely near one another at this point, and she was practically hurling herself at him while he had his hand on her arm.
If he can't tell how much I desire him, he must be queer. She pondered as she rested her breast against his arm and leaned into him.
He glanced at the area before leaning toward her ear.
"Hear, Amelia. I understand. I also desire you. However, I am unable to return home.
He caught her eye.
"Wife?"
He gave a headshake.
"No. It's a modest flat where my sister and her child are staying with me. She smiled. It's alright. We can go to mine now.
He shook his head once more.
"I can't. I assured her that I would return by eleven thirty.
Her heart sank as she scowled. She was devastated that her expectations had not materialized. He took note and muttered, "I know somewhere we might go.
She fixed her gaze on him. A location? What was he referring to?
He grabbed her hand.
I said, "Follow me."
She followed him outdoors. He turned right, and she followed. The night was dark but warm. A short while later, he made a second left and took her down a small alley between the pub and the next structure.
It was dark, and she questioned why she was following him and where he was bringing her. The trash cans were kept behind closed gates in a small area that was accessible from the alley. The space was lit only by one light source. After pausing, he turned.
She was kissed by him before she had a chance to speak.
She groaned as his tongue pushed into her mouth and probed as she was steered back until she slammed the brick wall with her back.
He gave her a close hug before giving her a passionate kiss.
You poor Amelia. As soon as you entered the room, I wanted you. You're very gorgeous. She adored the way he spoke to her, and as she ran her hands down his back, his hands cradled and rough-hewn her breasts.
She was so attracted to his gruff demeanour that she writhed and groaned as he pawed at her breasts. In addition to kissing her neck, he also dug his fingers into her breasts.
"Screw Amelia. Now, you're needed.
She panted and gasped for oxygen. She was gasping for air and could only utter the word "condom?"
He muttered, "I have one," and took a step away from her. She was leaning against the wall while he gazed at her. The top buttons on her blouse were undone, and it was not attached to her skirt. She had a heated face, and her skirt reached her thigh in part. He began undoing his pants after removing a condom from his pocket.
"Take off your underwear." He asked for it.
She gave him a brief moment of attention before reaching under her skirt to remove her underwear. She gasped as he drew out his cock.
The biggest person she had ever seen, he was enormous. Everything was in proportion, and he was tall. She watched him smooth the condom over the length of his cock while seeing that it stopped about an inch shy of the base.
He instructed her to tie her skirt up, and she did so. She was pushed against the wall as he advanced and put her arms around his neck. His hands were tucked under her skirt and her ass as he knelt. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he lifted her as if she didn't weigh anything. It was primal sex just like she had imagined it would be.
She was raised in the air as he reached between them and directed his enormous fat cock toward her pussy her legs were tightly wrapped around his waist and her arms were over his neck. He didn't linger or make an effort to stir her up. He located his target, released his hold, held her up as he crashed forward, and suddenly his cock was hard inside her.
He crashed into her and pushed her hard up against the brick wall while she screamed in pain. She shouted in pain from the block pressing against her back and ecstasy from his enormous cock opening her up. As he trapped her against the wall and gave her a powerful fuck, he moaned between each thrust. He hammered into her pussy and she hung in the air holding onto his neck. It was mind-blowing and unlike anything she had ever encountered. With every push from his enormous member, she nearly forgot about the agony of the wall scraping across her back.
Soon, she was yelling and screaming in delight as her entire body reacted to his thrusting. She had never before been stretched, and she enjoyed it. She had never enjoyed anything more than this intense, savage sex, and she didn't want it to end. Still, it did. A groan and a grunt signalled the conclusion. He had filled the condom, she knew when she felt his cock grow inside of her.
As he supported her by leaning on her, he buried his face in her neck. He gasped as he pushed his come into the condom and she felt his cock flex inside of her. As he made an effort to pull away, she held on tight because she didn't want to let go. She was placed on the ground when he was able to free himself.
She clung to him for a moment or two till she felt her legs could support her.
He took a step back and grinned at her.
"Fuck. Amelia, that was fantastic.
She grinned as she made an effort to calm her breathing. She saw him take the condom off, tie the end, and drop it into one of the trash cans. He pulled up his pants as she straightened out her skirt. She looked down at her underwear, which was submerged in a pool of rainfall on the ground. Not taking them back home, she shrugged.
He held her hand and kissed her.
"I'm grateful, Amelia. That was incredible.
She grinned. She was compelled to invite him to meet up again, but she was unsure if it would be appropriate. She never engaged in this "one-night stand" practice and ultimately chose not to inquire. As they entered the street from the alley, he led her. They went hand in hand to the taxi stand after emerging from the alley without anyone seeming to notice them.
Before she entered her taxi, he kissed her. She also pondered whether she would ever see him again as she was leaving. She closed her eyes as she reclined in the cab's seat.
She pondered, a big smile on her lips, as she mentally relived the night's activities, "I wonder what the person emptying the next bin would make of my knickers lying on the ground."
She had a shower at home before standing in front of her full-length mirror in the bedroom after leaving the bathroom. She fixed her gaze on her body. She could see that her pussy lips, which had been extensively used earlier, were a touch swollen and red. She winced when she noticed the scrapes and marks the brick wall had left on her back as she was hammered against it while he penetrated her. She had twisted just enough to see her back.
She slipped undressed into bed.
She enjoyed the sensation of soft linen against her skin and grinned to herself as she lay on her back. "Your daughter would be horrified if she knew what you just did,"
She had a big smile on her face as she dozed off.