“He’s out of town, and the kids are at my folks.”
“Kids? Jesus. Kids?”
“Two — three for Amanda, four for little Paul. I…..I have never been this way.”
“Well, everyone slips up some times, Mary. All of us. Let’s slip up again. In the morning you can go home and become mom again.”
Ronnie had a hard on. The talk of her family had aroused him, for reasons that he didn’t want to consider then. But he wanted Mary. Now. When she was having qualms. He wanted to have her now, despite all her guilt and misgivings. So he took her hand and put it on his cock.
Mary felt her hand on Ronnie’s hard dick. It was so warm and vibrant. She felt herself getting aroused anew. She started rubbing her hand up and down on Ronnie.
Ronnie flipped her over onto him. His cock was now resting on her belly as she sat on his legs. She looked down at him. She understood that he was allowing her to decide. She raised herself up and lowered herself down on his beautiful cock. She started fucking him, and leaned over kissing him. They were into the rhythm quickly, and she knew that now she had no excuse. She was sober. She had been guilty about her cheating. Now she was cheating again. Because it felt so good.
Ronnie and Mary had sex once more after she took him from the top. She started by sucking his cock clean. As she was doing that, she realized that she had never done it for anyone, including Paul. But she did it now. When he was clean, he put her onto all fours and fucked her doggy style. It took a long time, and whenever he reached around and rubbed her clit, she came for him. Finally, he filled her up again. They slept.
Mary woke up at daylight — around six am. Ronnie was out cold. She snuck into the living room, using her dress as a shield. No one else seemed to be awake. Mary was starting to put her dress one when she heard a low whistle. It was Mace. He had come out of Joan’s room. He was naked. He had a hard cock sticking out. Mary looked at it. After all, she’d gone so far that looking at another dick didn’t seem out of bounds anymore.
It was a nice cock. Not as long as Ronnie’s, but maybe thicker. Mary decided to see. As Mace stepped toward her, she realized that she didn’t know his name. So what. She grabbed his thick cock, stroked it. Mace wasn’t as tall as Ronnie, but he had six pack abs, and very nice shoulders and pecs. He was smiling at her. He hugged her and pressed himself against her belly. Another thrill for her.
She allowed him a kiss, a great kiss. Then he simply picked her up and bent her over the back of the couch. He stepped behind her and entered her with one stroke. Mary shoved back at him. She was wet and ready for him, and his cock did feel thicker inside her, even than Ronnie’s. She realized that her clit was rubbing on the couch with each thrust. She started to move to increase that pleasure, and she had an orgasm. This one was tremendous, pulsing around his thickness. She then had a series of orgasms, until it was too much for the guy (Mace) and he spurted off inside her. She was again aware of each spurt, directly into her womb. She became faint and draped herself across the back of the couch as the guy pulled out. He slapped her on her ass.
“Thanks.” He was not American, she realized, when he said that. The first words she had heard from him. It turned out he was Greek, and here for a few days. Ronnie was in the U.S. Navy. They’d met and gone out to look for women. And found Mary and Joan.
Mary came back to herself, and stood up, because she heard applause. She looked. Joan and Ronnie had been watching her get fucked by Mace. When it ended they clapped. Must have been good entertainment.
“I didn’t tell you you could take my guy, Mary. Shame on you, you slut.” Joan was giggling when she said that.
Mary blushed. She started to feel low again, for being so easy. But Mace rubbed his dick on her ass, and she turned around. She loved seeing it messy with their fuck juice. She decided to go all the way. She dropped to her knees and took Mace’s slimy cock into her mouth and sucked it completely clean — and hard.
She got up, looked at Joan. “Here, I give him back to you just the way I found him.”
Joan was rubbing herself. “Thanks. I think he’s cleaner now, though.” She and Ronnie were also naked. She said, “Take a shower, Mary. These guys have to catch a bus in forty minutes.
There were two bathrooms. Mary showered in the guest bathroom, put her dress back on, rinsed her panties. She found her shoes in the living room, and she brushed her hair. By the time Joan and the guys were ready, she had cooked eggs. They ate quickly, and all four went in Joan’s car. She dropped the guys off at a bus stop — just in time.
Joan drove Mary home. Paul was due back about three pm. It was 10:30. They were going to pick up the kids from her parents’ house and stay for Sunday dinner, two o’clock the next day. To give them time alone. Mary was uncertain how things might go.
She asked Joan, “Do I look different? Now that I’m a nympho slut?” It wasn’t really meant to be funny.
“No, Mary. Just wash up and put on something nice, make a dinner. Treat him right tonight. You’ll be fine.”
“I feel so….so….slutty. I feel like when he looks at me, he’ll see….he’ll see that. I mean, since last night I’ve turned into….something I never was. What happened?”
“You got ambushed by your libido. I never expected that when we went out. I just thought you’d dance with the guy and we’d go home. Or maybe I’d take them both home. But, baby, you sure surprised me. I’m sorry. I should have protected you. But I was caught up with Mace. And….you know…you’re a big girl.”
“Yeah. I don’t blame you.”
“Good. Also, you had a really good time — that you can carry with you and think about. Maybe I should get some credit.”
“I did. I had the best sex ever. I only hope I have a husband left after.”
“Mary, he isn’t blessed with x-ray vision. It’s you who feels different. But you don’t look different. You look the same. Well, you will when you wash up and change clothes. Do some cooking, get back to housewife mode. Then fuck your man. He’ll never notice you’re any different.”
“Maybe not. Maybe not. Well, what’s done is done.”
Mary went inside and took Joan’s advice. She took another good shower. She douched twice. She examined her body for marks. She didn’t see any. When she thought about that, she was amazed. It was warm, but she thought she’d fill the house with some good smells. So she fried up some onions — caramelized them. She then cooked up some chicken and garlic. She intended to do a chilled dish, with chicken, onions, and a big salad.
She heard the Uber outside. She went to the door to greet Paul. Paul was a good looking guy. He was 5’9″, slim, brown hair and eyes. He was handsome in a conventional way. But what attracted her to him was his wit and humor, and his general intelligence. He never seemed at a loss in the world. Something odd came up — he knew how to deal with it.
He gave her big hug. He picked his duffel back up and they came inside.