An adult stories – Doubt Pt. 01 by Wifeyfetish,Wifeyfetish Doubt, it’s the worst feeling to have when making a big life decision, something Demi would soon learn.
Demi was born in London, England into a wealthy family. Demi was never sure how they got their money but she knew they had passed it down through the generations.
Her parents had kept tight control over Demi’s life, telling her what she could do, who she could be friends with and what she could wear. She remembered one time when she was little, probably around 7, she was supposed to be in her room practicing flute. She hated it though and while something distracted her parents she snuck outside, where she met 2 of the servant’s children.
Charles and Alexander were their names. They’re mothers worked for Demi’s family for a while and they’d have to come whenever school was out. They ended up getting along and started to play pretend. Demi imagined she was a ferocious lion and the 2 boys were rangers trying to catch her.
“Demi what are you doing?!?” Her father yelled at her when he found her.
“I was… was just playing.” She meagrely said.
“With these commoners?!?” Her father said pointing at the 2 boys. “You’re in big trouble.” He said, grabbing her arm and pulling her inside.
From that day until she was well into high school, her parents would lock Demi’s door to make sure she never snuck out again. The boys’ mothers were fired and other kids were no longer allowed on the property.
Demi’s family had long subscribed to an old belief of marrying their daughters off to the son of a rich family. That way they believed that “the poor gene” wouldn’t infect their lineage. Demi being their only daughter was therefore going to be highly sought after. And it was her parent’s duty to ensure that.
Demi had gone to some of the most prestigious girls only schools growing up. Whenever she wanted to bring a friend over, she had to tell her parents so they could make sure she wasn’t bringing home a “pity scholarship” girl. After high school she was to be married and become a housewife, just as her mother was.
They forced her to learn the flute and piano as well as how to cook. She wasn’t allowed to play sports, as that was for boys only. Although they made sure she never became too plump.
Her parents growing up completely controlled Demi’s wardrobe. Her parents made sure she wore inexpressive clothing that hid her body, to avoid tempting the lower classes.
She was forbidden from having a social media account, afraid some commoners would message her. They gave her a cell phone when she turned 16. Her parents had strict control over it though. Every morning they were to check it, to ensure she wasn’t in contact with any “less” desirables.
Just after her high school graduation, Demi along with 2 other girls were to be offered to a wealthy oil tycoon’s son. They assured her that he would choose her because of her beauty and their family’s wealth. After that they would be married as soon as possible. Demi was less than enthusiastic about it.
She told her parents she wanted to go to college. She had solid grades and a counselor at school had suggested that she should go. Her parents laughed in her face and told she could never go.
Demi didn’t know what she was expecting, but that wasn’t it. Demi cried herself to sleep that night, her hopes of ever choosing her own life dashed. But things were about to change.
One night while lying in bed, Demi got a strange text message.
‘Demi, you don’t know who I am but I know you and know what you’re about to go through. My name is Evelyn, I’m your aunt, and my parents nearly forced me into marriage just as you’re about to. But I ran away and I want to offer you the same chance. You’d have complete freedom from your parents if you accept. Delete this text message after answering.’ The text read.
Demi didn’t have to think about it. She immediately accepted.
Her and Evelyn devised a plan. Demi applied to a bunch of universities outside the UK, wanting to get as far away from her parents as possible. The first place to respond was a university called Virginia Commonwealth University (VCU). She accepted and Evelyn told her she’d get her plane tickets, a visa, and a small sum of money. Demi stole her passport, luckily, her dad kept it in an unlocked drawer in his office.
Next part was getting away. It was May 25 when Demi requested that she be allowed to sleepover at a friend’s house for one night. It wasn’t an unordinary request. Her parents agreed but like usual, extra security would be around. Demi stuffed as much clothes into a bag and left for her friend’s house.
Demi took caffeine pills she stole off her mother to stay awake and wait until most of the security was asleep. Just 2 remained awake, 1 posted out front, the other walked around the mansion. She watched and timed how long it took him to make it around. She would have to make a run for it soon.
She had chosen this friend because her house had no perimeter fence and a dirty road you could see from the back of the house. Demi snuck downstairs and looked out the back. It was 4AM, Evelyn had texted her that she had arrived and was waiting for her. Demi could just make out the lights from the car in the distance.
She waited inside for the guard to pass. Then she counted to 10. She as quietly as possible opened the door, checking to make sure the guard didn’t hear. When she was sure the coast was clear, Demi started sprinting.
She ran as fast as she could towards the car lights. She didn’t look back. She just ran. Tears started to form in her eyes as she got closer to freedom. Her lungs were on fire but she didn’t stop until she was at the car.
“Drop your phone and get in!” Evelyn said.
Demi finally looked back. Her old life was gone. She chucked her phone as far as she could, then got in. Evelyn sped away.
A huge smile came across Demi’s face, she was free for the first time.
——
It’s been 10 years to the day since that fateful night and Demi has never second guessed that decision.
Demi was sipping her morning coffee in her silk morning robe and reflecting on her life since then. She looked down at her hands and saw her engagement ring, her fiancé Michael had given her.
She met Michael her first year at VCU; they were on the same dorm floor and Michael took an interest in Demi. And why wouldn’t he, she was gorgeous. 5 foot 3 with long black hair, deep dark brown eyes, a pretty face and of course a hourglass shaped body, including 37DD. Michael was smitten for a reason.
Michael grew up in an all-American upper-middle class family. He was the youngest of 3 children. He stood 6 foot 1, 185 pounds, with a strong jawline, short blonde hair and brown eyes. He was a good-looking man, charming and smart.
Demi was very shy at first, she had never been pursued by a man before and she was nervous. Michael took things slowly with her and he slowly chipped away at her walls. He slowly won her over, becoming the first guy she ever went out with. Then, he became the first man she ever kissed. Then, he took her virginity.
At the time, Demi didn’t think he was the one. She liked him but she wasn’t sure she could love him. She had a lot of other experiences she wanted to try, things that might upset a boyfriend. But that all changed the night her parents tried to kidnap her.
Demi’s parents were furious that she ran away. They paid a hefty sum for some former marines to find her and kidnap her. When they found she was in America, they paid a few thugs nearby to kidnap her. That was a huge mistake.
The 3 young men didn’t know what they were doing. They broke into Demi’s dorm too early and so she wasn’t asleep. Her screams alerted Michael, who was in the communal bathroom. He jumped out just as they were passing with Demi struggling mightily against them. Michael fought one of them off as the other 2 got away.
Michael was bigger and stronger and won the fight. The man told Michael and the police everything, and they caught the other 2 before they even made it out of the county.
Demi made it out a little traumatized but ultimately ok. They could never pin this on her parents but Demi knew. They have tried nothing like that again, seeing how their first attempt almost blew up in their face.
Her relationship with Michael changed after that night. He had saved her, but that wasn’t what convinced her that Michael could be more than just a boyfriend. It was how he was there for her afterwards.
For several weeks, he slept next to her just holding her close, making her feel safe. He didn’t try to cop a feel or anything. He would listen to her as she talked through her new anxiety. She had a panic attack at one point, he dropped everything and sprinted over.
Demi started to see Michael as a dependable, caring person, something she really needed at that time. As time went on, Demi recovered from the incident but she still depended on Michael for moral support and he was there.
She came to love Michael and seeing him every morning made her feel at ease. Through the ten years, they had grown a life together. It wasn’t always great but Demi was happy to be with Michael. He proposed 2 months ago, and they were planning to get married a year from now.
Michael was currently finishing up his doctorate in Clinical Psychology as this was his last semester. He had a job lined up after graduation, he was currently working there as a part-time administrator.
Demi took a year in college to decide what to take. She ended up getting a degree in interior design with a minor in business. After graduation, she got a job as an associate at a local furniture producer. It had decent pay and allowed Michael to focus on his doctorate as Demi took care of their finances. They were scraping by, but that would change when Michael finished.
Demi is still as beautiful as ever. She has grown into her body nicely, her 37DD chest seems to defy gravity and remain perky somehow. She works out hard to keep her stomach flat and her ass round, something Michael definitely appreciated. Demi dresses far more risque. Despite being engaged, she enjoyed the attention from men and Michael enjoyed watching other men drool over her, knowing she’s all his.
“Morning, beautiful.” Michael said as he walked into the kitchen to get himself a coffee. “Happy freedom day.”
Demi had been very open about her childhood with Michael. They now celebrated the day she got away.
“Morning.” Demi said, her soft British accent still there.
“So, what’s your plan for today?” Michael asked.
“I’m taking the day off work to enjoy my freedom.” Demi replied. “Going out with Debbie, first for brunch then going to the pool.”
Debbie was Demi’s best friend, they met first year as they had a class together. Debbie was a little crazy in college but she pushed Demi to have new experiences and she thanked her for that. Debbie was working as an administrative assistant at a local doctor’s office.
“The public pool?” He responded.
“No, Earl said we could come to the club for the private pool.” She told him.
“Nice.” Michael replied.
“We’re still on for Mancini’s tonight, yes?” Demi asked.
“Of course but I gotta run. I’ll call you later. Love you.” He answered, looking at the time and heading for the door.
“Love you, too.” Demi replied before he left.
Demi spent another 20 minutes sipping her coffee before she finally had to get ready to go. She put on a white floral top and jeans. The top showed her cleavage off nicely. She did her hair up in a braid then left her apartment, just as her next-door neighbor Earl was as well.
“Morning Demi.” Earl said. “My, my, don’t you look good today.” Her elderly neighbor took notice.
“Thanks for noticing.” Demi replied, walking towards Earl. “Are we still on to meet at the club later?”
“Of course.” He answered as the 2 of them made their way down the hall. “Like I’d miss an opportunity to see you in a bikini.”
“Oh, stop it!” Demi replied, gently hitting his shoulder.
“Oh, and happy freedom day, by the way.” He said.
“Aww, thanks for remembering.” Demi replied.
“Of course, I wouldn’t forget an important day like today.” He responded. “I got you a little surprise at the club, later.”
“You didn’t have to get me anything.” She answered.
“I wanted to get you something to celebrate.” He said. “Today is an important day for you.”
“So, what is it?” Demi asked.
“It’s a surprise.” He coyly responded. “You’ll find out when you get to the club.”
“Fine. I’ll see you later.” Demi told him as they left the front door.
‘Damn, I gotta hit that.’ Earl thought to himself as he watched Demi’s ass bounce as she walked away.
Earl was a 63-year-old man, he had rescinding white hair, blue eyes and a rapidly wrinkling body. He stood 5 foot 9, 10 when he stood up straight, with skinny limbs and a small potbelly. He had the aches and pains of a man his age but nothing unbearable.
He was generally a positive person, always seeing the best in people. Even after the tragic death of his wife, Cathy, 2 years ago, he remained an upbeat person. They had been married nearly 40 years and her death caught him by surprise.
Cathy and Earl were good together, they had the same energy and enjoyed life. They had explored the world together and genuinely loved each other. Demi used to hear them fucking as the walls were thin until Cathy’s death. She hoped her and Michael would be like them, still banging in their early 60s.
Demi liked his company. They had lived next to him for over 5 years now and Demi had grown a friendship with him. She would often have tea with him after work, on weekends when Michael was busy she’d go over for lunch and she had an open invitation to join him at a private tennis club he was a member at. When Cathy died, Demi had been there to comfort Earl.
Earl owned a few small car dealerships. He wasn’t rich but made enough to pay the bills. He had helped Demi get her car, a 2015 Honda Civic. He planned on selling the dealerships once he was ready to retire. But for now he got in his car and drove to work.
Demi was waiting for Debbie at her brunch spot. Debbie was late, not an unusual thing for her. It was one reason she had trouble holding a job down after college. She was lucky she came from wealthy parents, who she actually talked to.
“Sorry, I’m late.” Debbie said, sitting down at the table.
“It’s ok. How are you?” Demi asked.
“Not great. Bryce and I broke up.” Debbie answered. Unlike Demi, Debbie had many boyfriends over the years, most not lasting more than a couple of months.
“I’m sorry, I thought you guys were good together.” Demi said.
“Ya but you know me.” Debbie replied. “They come and they go. You’re lucky you got Michael.”
“Don’t I know it.” Demi responded.
“So who are you trying to impress today?” Debbie asked, tapping her finger on Demi’s cleavage.
“Debbie!” Demi exclaimed. “We’re in public!”
“Oh, come on, if you’re gonna dress like that you know I got to touch.” Debbie replied.
“You’re crazy.” Demi responded. “And for your information, it’s my freedom day and I’m dressing like this to stick it to my parents.”
“Aren’t they living in England?” Debbie asked.
“Ya but in my mind they can see me.” Demi answered.
“And I’m the crazy one?” Debbie joked.
The girls were soon deep in conversation while sipping on mimosas. They ordered some food and Debbie was clearly flirting with the waiter.
“You’re insatiable.” Demi told her, once the waiter was out of earshot.
“I know, which is why I love hanging out with you.” Debbie replied.
“What does that mean?” Demi asked.
“You get guys’ engines revved up, especially when you get them babies out, but then they see the ring and I can swoop.” Debbie answered.
“So what, I’m just bait for you?” Demi replied.
“Bait with an immaculate rack!” Debbie joked and the 2 girls laughed.
After brunch, Demi drove them down to the private club. It was on the waterfront, had tennis courts, a bar, a five-star restaurant, the aforementioned pool and many other amenities. Earl brought them to it often as his guests, especially since Cathy died.
Demi pulled into the guest parking lot and saw Earl waiting by the front door in the shade. It was a hot late spring day, perfect for the pool.
“Good afternoon, girls.” Earl said to them. “I hope brunch was nice.”
“It was wonderful.” Demi replied, giving Earl a quick hug. Earl loved hugging Demi, feeling those heavy breasts pushed up against him.
“Earl, you’re looking like a stud today.” Debbie teased.
“If you’re not careful, Deb, you’ll get exactly what you’re looking for.” Earl joked.
“Well, I better throw caution to the wind.” Debbie replied.
“Oh, you guys.” Demi said, rolling her eyes. She had heard this a million times and knew neither was actually serious. “Let’s at least get inside before you start.”
The 3 of them walked into the lobby. The club had modernized about 5 years ago. No longer stuffy and dark, the lobby was bright with huge ornate windows allowing tons of natural light in. They painted the area white and had a few couches around. At the front desk stood Kevin, a middle-aged man, who was constantly working.
“Hey, Kevin.” Demi said to him as she approached the desk to sign-in.
“Demi, good to see you.” Kevin replied. “I have your membership card right here.”
“My what?” Demi asked.
“Surprise.” Earl said.
“But how? This place has been at capacity for months.” Demi replied.
“Brad (the owner) asked me to help find his granddaughter a car. Got him a great deal, in exchange for letting you have a 3 month membership for free.” Earl explained. “Hopefully by then, Michael will be finished and you guys can afford this place yourself.”
“Thank you so much!” Demi replied, giving Earl a big hug.
“It was my pleasure.” Earl told her. “Happy freedom day.”
“Hey, where’s my membership?” Debbie asked.
“Well, you’re gonna have to become my spouse to get it.” Earl joked.
“That’s too easy.” Debbie replied.
“Don’t be so sure, I’ll make you work hard for it.” Earl responded.
“I’m sure you will.” Debbie said.
Demi just rolled her eyes then looked down at her own membership card. A smile creeped across her face.
Demi and Debbie soon headed to the change room, where they changed into some small bikinis. Debbie had a white 2 piece bikini on. Demi put on a pink and orange tie dye bikini, the smallest bikini she owned.
They walked out to the pool area where Earl had already gotten them some drinks. Earl handed each girl a drink, his eyes kept checking Demi out.
“Hey, eyes over on me, Earl.” Debbie said.
“I’m sorry, Deb, but damn Demi, are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Earl joked.
“Haha, no. It’s just the exact type of swimming wear my parents would hate to see me in.” She told them.
“Well, we love seeing it!” Debbie replied.
“Well, cheers ladies, to freedom.” Earl said, holding his glass up.
“To freedom!” Demi responded, clinking her glass with his.
“To Demi’s chest!” Debbie said, clinking her glass with the 2 of theirs.
Later on, the 3 of them are relaxing on a couch under a canopy.
“So Earl, I remember you told us a few weeks ago you were gonna try to date again. Any luck?” Debbie asked.
“Unfortunately, no.” He answered.
“Why not?” Demi asked.
“At my age, anyone I’m attracted to doesn’t give me a second look.” He told them. “I blame Cathy for aging so gracefully. Made me into women much younger than myself.”
“Then you just need to find a woman with daddy issues.” Debbie said.
“Ya but how often do you find a woman with daddy issues?” He replied.
“I’m sure Demi’s got some.” Debbie responded.
“Hey, I do not!” Demi said.
“Aren’t you wearing that bikini just to spite him?” Debbie asked.
“No… it’s to spite both my parents.” Demi replied.
“Haha… so you just added mommy issues?” Earl responded.
“When did this conversation turn to my issues?” Demi asked.
“Oh, don’t fret, we all have our issues.” He replied. “For instance, Debbie here has a big mouth and doesn’t know when to shut it.”
“I’m still waiting for you to make me shut it.” Debbie said.
Demi takes another sip of her drink as Earl and Debbie continue to go back and forth.
——
“Morning, hone.” Michael said to Demi as he walked into the kitchen, the next morning.
“Good morning to you too.” Demi replied, giving him a peck on the lips. “Did you sleep well?” She asked.
“Of course, I always do afterwards.” Michael replied.
They had made love last night. It wasn’t very good, but Demi had no other point of reference to compare, so she thought it was great.
They had gone out on a romantic date together last night. Demi wore a little black dress that hugged her curves perfectly. They had a wonderful evening and it of course ended with sex.
“Before I forget again, the storage unit place called me yesterday. We gotta pay the rent by Saturday.” Michael told her.
“Ok, I’ll swing by after work and pay for it.” Demi responded.
“Well, I was thinking maybe you could go through the stuff and see what’s worth keeping and what’s junk.” Michael replied.
“I don’t know if I’ll have time this week.” She told him.
“Why don’t you go Saturday?” He responded.
“I had plans with Debbie on Saturday.” Demi said.
“You could reschedule with Debbie. I’m sure she’ll understand.” Michael responded. “It would save us a few dollars each month. Maybe we could even take a trip after my dissertation is done.”
“Alright, will you come help me?” Demi asked.
“Unfortunately, no. I’m very busy all weekend.” Michael told her.
“Ok, well, I can go by myself. Maybe I can rope Debbie in somehow.” She responded.
“Great, I gotta go but I’ll see you tonight.” He replied after checking the time.
Demi had her breakfast, then got ready to go to work. She put on a white blouse and black skirt, her ass looking delicious in the tightly wrapped skirt.
Just as she was leaving, Earl came out of his apartment.
“Demi, before you go, I just wanted to officially invite you to your welcoming brunch down at the club.” He said to her.
“Oh, how nice, you didn’t need to do that.” She replied.
“It’s something we do for all new members.” Earl responded. “Can you do a week from Saturday?”
“Yes, that’s very thoughtful of you guys.” She said.
“Oh, it’s our pleasure.” He replied.
Demi went to work and started working on catching up with some emails. The company was in the process of designing next year’s models, so people were a bit on edge. The tension was palpable when Demi walked in.
“Guess what?” Samantha, Demi’s work best friend, asked.
“No, don’t tell me.” Demi groaned.
“Yep, Brian had a fight with his wife.” Samantha told her. “And it’s your turn to dive on that grenade.”
Brian was Demi’s boss. He was usually such a quiet man, one of those as long as you do your work, I won’t interfere with it. But after a fight with his wife, he would corner one of the employees and talk for what seemed like forever. The employees started taking turns listening to him.
“Ugh, what a nice welcome back gift.” Demi said getting up from her desk.
“I have some expense reports he needs to sign.” Samantha told her, handing her a few documents. “Have fun.”
Demi walked down towards his office. She got several looks from her co-workers that said ‘sorry’ and ‘thanks’ simultaneously. Brian’s door was open, a clear sign of his fight with his wife. He would try to rope in anyone who walked by into a conversation. Demi took a deep breath and entered the all white office.
“Hey Brian.” She said walking into the office. “Samantha asked me to get you to sign these expense reports.”
Brian was a pretty average looking middle-aged man. His hair line was receding a bit, he had brown eyes and a few wrinkles on his brow. He could lose 10 pounds but otherwise was in decent shape.
“Terrific.” He said. “You have a good day off.”
“Ya, it was really…” Demi began to say.
“Great, let me tell you about my horrible night.” Brian cut her off and began his tirade about his fight.
‘Here we go.’ Demi thought as she sat down in the chair across his desk and braced herself.
Brian goes on and on in excruciating details about his fight with his wife. Demi couldn’t get 2 words in as he yammered on for 45 minutes. Demi tried to listen and look concerned but found it increasingly difficult the longer he went on.
“I could use a drink.” He finally said. “You want one?”
“It’s not even 10am.” Demi replied.
“You sound like someone who isn’t yet married.” He responded.
“I don’t think you mentioned how this whole fight started.” Demi said.
“She threw away my steaks.” He replied.
“Seems like a harmless mistake.” Demi responded.
“These steaks were worth $250 each.” He told her, which caused Demi to gasp. “They were for a buddy of mine who just beat cancer, he was coming over Friday to celebrate. But my wife yesterday decided we shouldn’t be eating red meat anymore. And because she’s a controlling bitch, she threw it all away without consulting me. You know I didn’t even design my own office, my wife did. Said white suits me best. I fucking hate it. I’m telling you gotta watch out for the warning signs.”
“What are the warning signs?” Demi asked.
“It starts small, choosing a restaurant on date night, giving you clothes they like or making you change your plans to whatever they want.” Brian told her.
It was the last one that caught Demi off guard. It was something Michael did fairly often, just like this morning. She kind of tuned Brian out as he went into another tirade about his wife. She became hyper fixated on the last warning sign.
“Geez, look at the time. You should get back to work.” Brian said, suddenly alerting Demi to the conversation being over. “Thanks for listening.” Brian said as Demi left.
Demi couldn’t help but feel a little off the rest of the day. A seed had been planted in her mind and while she shook it off for now, it would begin to grow soon enough.
——
It was Saturday and Demi found herself alone at the storage unit. She had worn just some sweats, not wanting anything to get dirty. There was a lot more stuff than she remembered, and this was probably gonna take longer than she thought.
It’s mostly boxes, so Demi had to open each and go through the contents to see if they were worth keeping. She couldn’t get anyone to help, so she was here alone. After 45 minutes, she opened a box and found an old diary.
‘Oh wow, this is from when I first came over.’ She thought, as she flipped through the book. She read a few passages, starting with one she wrote when she first came over:
‘College is very interesting and new. There’s so many people, I get a little shy, especially in class. What if I say something stupid and look like an idiot? I’ve met a few friends, my best friends right now are Debbie and Michael. They’re both very nice and are encouraging me to be more adventurous. I had to go buy new clothes, luckily Michael was willing to help me. We went shopping, but he said everything looked good on me, which I just didn’t think was true until I talked to Debbie about it. She told me, I was the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen, that I looked like a goddess. It was really nice of her to say.’
Demi got a little smile as she remembered her first little while in America. She was really glad she met Michael and Debbie and they got along so well, especially early on. She read another passage from a few weeks later:
‘Michael asked me out! It really surprised me. I didn’t even think he was into me like that. I accepted but told him I want to take things slow. He told me that’s ok. He’s such a sweet guy. I don’t know if I like-like him yet but I want to at least try dating him first.’
Demi flipped a couple of pages ahead and continued reading, interested in what her younger self thought.
‘Michael is a great boyfriend. He’s encouraging me to do new things, even if I’m scared. He’s bought me some new clothes. They’re a bit risque, not stuff I’d usually wear, but he told me I can wear them when I’m comfortable. He says I’m sexy, and he wants to show me off to the world. How sweet of him. He also buys us food all the time. He’ll come over, usually with Donagan’s, his favorite restaurant on campus and we’ll eat together. I am not the biggest fan of American food but I enjoy the time with him.’
Demi got a weird feeling in her stomach. She remembered her boss’s warning signs and she couldn’t help but feel a little controlled. Even today, her wardrobe is mostly based on what Michael likes. She pushed those feelings away, telling herself she’s just being paranoid. Then, she read the passage, the day after she lost her virginity.
‘It happened last night, I lost my virginity to Michael! I wish my parents could see me now.
We went over to his parent’s house for Sunday dinner. It’s the only place to get a real home cooked meal. And his parents are super nice and seem to really like me. When we were riding the bus home, it started raining, and we got soaked running back to our dorm rooms. We went up to his room, and he gave me a towel to dry off. He said we should get out of our wet clothes and quickly took off his own. I said I wasn’t comfortable. He told me not to worry. He walked over and kissed me, then peeled my clothes off. He moved me over to my bed and laid me on my back. I told I wasn’t sure if I was ready. He told me I was and that it would be wonderful. It was. It was like nothing I’ve experienced before. He was very tender with me, which I appreciate. It was wonderful and I can’t wait to do it again with him.’
Demi’s face goes white from reading the passage. In her mind, she had always thought it was her choice to lose her virginity. But reading this, the true memory came back. Michael had made that choice for her, she was just too naïve to realize at the time. She read one last passage, hoping it made her feel better. It was from a few days before she was almost kidnapped.
‘I think it’s time I broke up with Michael. He’s very nice and sweet but there’s so much I haven’t experienced. He’ll always be special to me but he’s not my soulmate. I’ll probably wait a few days, just to make sure I’m ready. I think I might go for someone older than me. I’ve always wanted to date an older guy. There’s a cute middle-aged guy who I see at the coffee shop every day. He doesn’t have a ring, maybe he’s single?’
Demi was shaking. Was her whole relationship with Michael a mistake? He had always been a bit controlling. Maybe because of her upbringing, Demi never noticed. But now, every memory of him was under a microscope to see if he was controlling her. The more she thought about it, the more anxious she got.
It wasn’t just that Michael was a bit controlling but also something her younger self wrote. Her younger self wanted to experience more, not be with the same man her whole life. Was she right? Was she missing out on something she had yet to discover?
These thoughts circled her brain as she threw out most of the rest of the contents of the storage unit and drove home.
——
It had been nearly a week since Demi looked through her diary and started to doubt her relationship with Michael. She tried to spend time with Michael on Sunday to remind herself that she enjoys spending time with him. It didn’t work.
She always knew he was stubborn, but now her eyes were open to just how stubborn he was. They watched a movie together and no matter how much she tried to compromise with him, he wouldn’t budge off his favorite movie. He did the same thing when they were ordering food in. Even when she tried to change their apartment’s temperature, he immediately changed it back.
“Everything alright?” Michael asked over dinner.
“Ya, I just got the Sunday night blues.” She replied. “Got a lot of work this week, I’ll probably be staying late at work a lot this week.”
“Oh, ok.” Michael said. “Guess that will give me time to work on my dissertation.”
All week Demi had stayed late at work. She had been working on her designs but she finished those on Wednesday and now she was kind of screwing around. She was avoiding Michael at all costs, even going to Debbie’s after, so her only contact with him is a few minutes before they go to sleep.
She had told no one about her feelings, too embarrassed to say them out loud. Her whole adult life has been centered around Michael but now after 10 years, she has doubts. It seemed preposterous to her, but it was how she was feeling.
Demi was hard at ‘work’, when she was surprised by the sound of a glass being put down beside her. She turned around and saw Brian placing a glass of Scotch down on her desk, while holding his own.
“You look like you could use a drink.” He said, leaning against her desk.
“Thanks.” Demi replied, accepting the drink.
“Been working late a lot, you know you’re not paid by the hour.” Brian joked.
“Ya, I’ve been working on perfecting my design.” Demi told him. “How are things with Linda?”
“Ummm… well, I’m getting a divorce.” He replied.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” She responded.
“Don’t be.” He told her. “I’m finally taking control of my life.”
“How’d Linda take it?” Demi asked.
“Not well.” He laughed. “But that ain’t my concern no more.”
“Do you regret marrying her?” Demi replied.
“Yes and no.” He answered. “I was a naive kid with a bit of money when I met her and she took advantage of that. I needed to learn that lesson. What I regret is staying with her for 20 years.”
“Hmmm.” Demi said, thinking about her own situation.
“You know if you ever need to talk, even about your own relationship, I’m here for you.” He told her.
“What, how…” Demi said at a loss for words.
“Working late all week is a pretty obvious sign, something ain’t right at home.” He said. “I’ve done it plenty of times myself.”
“I just can’t express it right now.” She told him.
“Hey, when you find the words my door is open.” He replied.
They clinked glasses and threw back the last little bit of Scotch. Brian left Demi alone after, her thoughts now swirling about their conversation and its relation to her own life.
——
“Mmm… you look really good in that.” Michael said, walking into the room where Demi was.
“Huh? Oh, thanks.” Demi said. She was caught off guard as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing an orange sundress with purple and green flowers, showing a hefty amount of cleavage. Michael had picked the dress out for her, and she was contemplating if she actually liked it.
“You know maybe we should just skip this brunch and stay home.” Michael said, walking up behind Demi, reaching around to grab her breasts and kissing her neck.
“No, we can’t.” She replied, having been avoiding physical intimacy with Michael. “I promised Earl we’d come.” She said, turning and getting out of his hold.
“Fine, but when we get home, I reserve the right to tear that dress off you.” He responded.
“Only if you’re a good boy today.” Demi replied.
Just then they heard a knock at the door, and then Earl entered.
“Hey, are you guys ready to go?” He asked.
“Yep, let me just grab my purse.” Demi replied, walking into their front hall.
They all carpooled together in Earl’s Jaguar. Demi was quiet on the way there as Earl and Michael talked sports.
The welcome brunch was held in the club’s rec room. It was a large open room, they had set up some tables for the occasion, some for sitting others for the food to be placed down on. They served brunch buffet style, with people coming and grabbing a plate as they pleased. There were about 30 other members who had shown up to meet Demi and Michael.
Demi was the most beautiful person in the room, that was usually a given no matter who else was in the room. But it was especially true today as many of the other members were much older. Demi and Michael found themselves at a table sitting with several other couples.
“Earl tells me you just got engaged.” Jenny said, a 50ish woman sitting next to Demi. “That’s exciting.”
“Ya, it is.” Demi replied, looking over and seeing Michael deep in conversation with someone else. “We’d been together for so long, it was a matter of timing.”
“Have you started planning yet?” Jenny asked.
“No, I’ll start over the summer.” Demi answered. “We want something smaller. More lowkey.”
“I know how expensive weddings can get so if you’re looking for a venue, the club gives great rates to members.” Jenny told her. “I’ve been to a couple of weddings in the botanical gardens, it’s very lovely.”
“I’ll keep it in mind.” Demi responded.
“Are you nervous about all the decisions you’ll have to make?” Jenny asked.
“A little, it’s a lot of work to plan a wedding.” Demi truthfully responded.
“Ya, hopefully Michael is more helpful than my Rick was.” Jenny joked.
“I heard my name.” Rick said, butting into their conversation.
“I was just telling Demi here how you didn’t really help plan the wedding.” Jenny replied.
“Only because I wanted to elope.” He responded. “I told her I just wanted to marry her, it didn’t matter where, when or who was there.”
“That’s right.” Jenny said as if she was remembering it at that moment. “You wanted me to be your missus as fast as possible.”
“Ya but I’m glad we had our wedding.” He said then Jenny gave him a peck on the lips. Demi watched and smiled as the 2 of them reminisced about their wedding day.
Later on, after everyone was finished eating, people began to walk around and talk. Michael and Demi split up and talked to the other members. Demi saw an empty table and took a moment alone. She sat down and took a few deep breaths. Even today, a day to celebrate her and Michael joining the club, Demi couldn’t help but feel that doubt whenever she looked at him from across the room. She told herself that the doubt she was feeling was just temporary, and she’d get over it soon enough. But she somehow knew that was a lie, that this wasn’t going away anytime soon.
Earl saw Demi and walked up to her. “You wanna go somewhere quiet?” He asked her, holding his hand out to her.
“Ya sure.” She said, taking his hand and being whisked away.
Earl took her to the botanical gardens out back, where they could be alone. It was a perfect timing as well, as the botanical gardens was in full bloom, resulting in a cacophony of colors. They walked through looking at all the beautiful plants.
“Wow, it’s beautiful today.” Demi notes, then bent over to smell a particularly colorful flower. Her dress slid up her silky thighs and Earl took notice, feeling teased as he wondered what her bare ass would look like. Demi stood back up straight allowing Earl to regain some composure.
“Are you doing ok?” Earl asked, having noticed Demi acting strange recently.
“Yes, I’m doing fine. I’m… I’m fine.” Demi lied.
“Really? Cause you don’t seem yourself.” He replied, having seen through that obvious lie.
“I’m… not fine.” Demi responded, her whole body slumping as she relaxed for the first time today. They stopped walking and sat on a nearby bench.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“I’m just having doubts about my relationship with Michael.” She told him.
“Oh, that’s heavy.” He replied.
“Ya.” Demi responded. “I don’t want to feel this way but I do.”
“Do you know why?” Earl asked.
“Ya, I’m questioning how much choice I have in our relationship. I’m starting to feel like Michael’s a bit controlling.” Demi said.
“Come here.” He said, giving Demi a hug as he noticed her eyes tearing up.
“I just don’t know what to do.” She told him.
“You know Cathy had a bit of doubt before we got married.” He replied as they pulled away from the hug, Earl leaving a hand on Demi’s back.
“Wait, really?” Demi asked surprised. “How do you know that?”
“She told me.” He responded. “A few months before our wedding, she told me. I gave her space to figure her feelings out and she eventually came back, said she missed me and didn’t have any doubts now. After nearly 50 years of marriage, I think I made the right choice.”
“You think I need space?” Demi replied.
“I think you need to talk to Michael about it.” He told her. “You’re in this together and he should want to help you get through this.”
“You’re right.” Demi responded. “Thank you.” She said, giving him another hug.
When they returned, brunch was ending. The members were slowly saying their goodbyes and leaving.
Demi and Michael were waiting for Earl, out in the front lobby. Demi felt an awkward silence between them, as they watched people come and go.
“If I wanted to, would you elope with me?” Demi asked.
“You want to elope?” Michael replied.
“No, it’s just a hypothetical.” She responded.
“Well, no. I want to celebrate our marriage with our friends and family.” He answered. “Where did that come from?”
“Just something another member said about her husband wanting to elope.” Demi replied.
“Seems kind of cold.” Michael said. “Like didn’t he want everyone to see their union?”
“I thought it was sweet.” Demi responded. “He just wanted to be married to her, he didn’t care how.”
“Hmm… I guess.” He replied.
Earl returned, and they all drove back to their apartments. Once home, Demi and Michael said goodbye to Earl and headed back to their place.
As soon as they walked in, Michael pushed Demi up against the front door. He placed one hand on the door beside Demi’s head, the other grabbed her dress right between her tits.
“It’s been a while since we last had some fun.” Michael said. “And you look so fucking good in that dress.” He leaned in for a kiss but Demi turned her head away.
“Sorry, hone but I’m kind of tired right now maybe another time.” Demi replied, pushing his hand away.
This surprised Michael. Demi has a high libido, she almost never said no to an offer. Plus, with it being over a week since they did it, he assumed she’d be more pent up than him. But he figured a little more coaxing and he would get what he desired.
“You’ve been teasing me all day with these guys.” He said, tapping her breasts with a finger. “I think you owe me a little fun.”
“No, I’m really not feeling it right now.” She replied, trying to get away.
Michael puts his other hand out against the door now, boxing Demi in and stopping her from getting away. “Come on, I know you’re pent up, too. Let’s just have some fun.” Michael responded.
“I said no!” Demi said, pushing Michael away, now a little angry.
“What the fuck!” Michael replied, surprised his fiancée did that.
“I said no.” Demi told him, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“You never say no.” Michael noted.
“Well, I’m saying no now.” She replied.
Michael sized her up, trying to figure out why she just rejected him. It wasn’t like her and he didn’t know how to react.
“Did I do something?” He asked.
“It’s just…” Demi thought about telling him how she was feeling. But there was already a lot of tension in the air and she decided not to. “… I didn’t sleep well last night, I just need some rest. Okay?”
“Okay… I guess I’ll go watch TV.” Michael replied.
Demi knew she had to tell him but she needed a plan
——
It’s Monday evening and Demi was preparing Michael’s favorite food, pork ragù poured over creamy polenta. She had taken off from work early to prepare it right.
She had spent Sunday figuring out how to tell Michael about her feelings. They weren’t the most open couple about their feelings, so she had to be careful about this. She decided to make sure he was in a good mood.
Along with the food, Demi bought his favorite wine, had a playlist for smooth jazz, his favorite music, and bought some lingerie for him, if things went well. She put on a dress she knew he loved. It was a strapless, semi-translucent brown dress. You could make out her entire tits except just the nipples and you could clearly see the light blue thong she had put on. She did her makeup and put her hair up in a high ponytail as she finished up cooking and waited for Michael’s return.
“Hello, I’m home.” Michael announced, walking in the front door. “Mmm… what smells so good?”
“I’m in the kitchen making pork ragù.” Demi told him.
“Oooh, that smells heavenly.” He replied, making his way to the kitchen. “Is this an apology for Saturday?”
“Not exactly.” Demi responded, a little annoyed he thinks he deserved an apology. “Why don’t you sit down and have some wine.”
“Huh, you got Riverbank Winery’s merlot. I love this wine.” He said, uncorking it and pouring himself a glass.
“Sit down and relax.” Demi replied, turning on the speaker and playing the smooth Jazz. “I just got to plate these and I’ll be right with you.”
“Mmm… a man could get used to this.” Michael said, sitting down at their table and sipping his wine.
Demi brought the food over, and they soon were devouring the delicious food. They talked briefly about their day and what to expect from this coming week. About halfway through, Demi knew it was time to tell him.
“Michael, there’s something important I need to tell you.” Demi said.
Michael looked up from his dinner and at Demi, trying to get a read on her. “Ok, what is it?” He asked, the dinner suddenly taking a serious turn.
“Well, it’s just, I’m having some doubts about us.” Demi answered.
“You’re kidding, right?” Michael replied.
“No, I’m not. I love you and I wanna work through these feelings together.” Demi told him.
“Wow, wow, slow down.” Michael responded. “How after 10 years together are you now having doubts?”
“People change Michael.” Demi answered.
“So what changed?” Michael asked, Demi started to hear a tinge of anger in his voice.
“It’s just, I’m concerned with how little choice I have in this relationship.” Demi told him. “Like I rarely even get to choose what restaurant we eat at or the movie we watch.”
“That’s because you take forever to make decisions.” He replied.
“Maybe when I was younger but not anymore!” Demi responded, herself now becoming more animated.
“So, you’re doubting our relationship, because I don’t let you pick where we eat?” He said.
“Don’t ridicule me!” Demi replied.
“Well, it’s kind of ridiculous!” Michael responded.
“It’s not just small things, it’s big things, too.” Demi said.
“Like what?” He asked.
“Like our engagement!” She let slip out.
“You had a choice there.” He replied.
“Did I? You did it in front of your entire family!” She responded.
“So?” He asked.
“So, I didn’t want to embarrass you in front of your family.” She answered.
“So, you don’t want to marry me?” He replied.
“No, I do. But I told you I wanted to wait until after you were done with school.” She told him.
“What difference does a few months make?” Michael wondered.
“It’s not that it makes a difference, it’s that you made that decision without considering or talking to me about what I wanted!” She said.
“So I made a romantic gesture and you’re mad at me about it?” He questioned.
“It’s not just that time, there have been other times as well. Like that job offer I got 3 months ago!” She replied.
“We discussed that!” He responded.
“No, you discussed it and told me not to take it.” She corrected him.
“It was the right decision!” He angrily said.
“For you. You didn’t even let me consider it!” She replied.
“What was there to consider? My schooling is here, our friends are here, our lives are here.” He responded.
“Maybe I want more in my life! Maybe I wanted an adventure on my own.” Demi told him.
“What do you mean by that?” He asked.
“I mean I’m worried I missed out on becoming my own independent person. I went from being trapped under my parents to being with you. I never had time to discover myself.” She answered.
“So, I’m like your parents, who abused you?” He said.
“I never said that!” Demi replied.
“Well, I’m controlling like them, aren’t I?” He asked.
“No… I mean, sort of. It’s different!” She said at a loss for the exact words.
“Doesn’t sound like it to me. Sounds like you think I’m your parents. So, why don’t you run away, just like you did with them?” Michael replied.
“Because I still love you and I want to work through these problems!” Demi told him.
“Seems like I’m the problem here, that I’m controlling you and stopping you from having slutty adventures in New York.” He replied.
Demi got pissed, madder than she’s ever been. “Get out!” She yelled at him pointing at the front door.
“No!” He stoutly responded.
“Yes! I pay the bills here, so this is my apartment. Now get the fuck out.” She screamed at him.
Michael stood up and stomped his way to the front door, slamming it on his way out. Demi watched through angry eyes as he walked out. After a long moment, Demi slumped back on her chair once she was sure he was gone. She grabbed her wine glass and quickly chugged the rest before pouring herself another glass.
As she was throwing another glass back, she heard a knock at the door. “Hey Demi, it’s Earl. Can I come in?” He asked.
“Mmm, umm… not a great time, Earl.” Demi told him, through the door.
“It’s just, I overheard your fight, you know thin walls and all.” He said. “I was wondering if you wanted someone to talk to.”
Demi thought about it while finishing off another glass of wine. “Sure, why not?” She replied, opening the door for him.
Even after all these years of knowing her, seeing Demi in that semi-translucent dress still shook him. He could see almost her entire breast, aside from her nipples, and when she turned around, he saw that thong clad ass. He froze, staring at her.
“You coming?” She asked.
“Ya, sorry, you just look exquisite tonight.” He said.
“Oh, thank you.” Demi replied through blushing cheeks. She was used to Earl complimenting her, but it was usually more cheeky. This time felt very earnest. “Why don’t you take a seat on the couch while I get more wine.”
Earl walked in and sat down, looking out the large window they have in their living room. The sun was setting, although he was looking eastward, but he still got to see the bright pink and orange sky through the partly cloudy sky. It would soon be dark out and time for bed to wake up early for work.
“So, how much did you actually hear?” Demi asked as she filled her glass to the brim.
“Not a lot, mostly just the end there.” He answered. “Was it about what we talked about on Saturday?”
“Ya, I took your advice, and it didn’t work out well.” She responded, walking and sitting down next to Earl on his left.
“Oh shit, now I feel responsible.” He replied.
“No, Michael’s just being a dick.” She said. “Or maybe I could have come at it differently.”
“How’d you tell him?” Earl asked.
“I just bluntly told him.” She answered.
“I guess there’s no easy way to do it.” Earl said. “He didn’t react well did he?”
“No, I tried to get him in a good mood.” Demi told him.
“Oh?” Earl replied in an insinuating tone.
“Not like that.” Demi responded, slapping his shoulder. “I made him dinner, dressed up for him, bought him wine. It was all for naught though.”
“He still got mad?” He asked.
“Ya, he did.” She answered. “And he started accusing me of things I never said.”
“Hmmm, how are you feeling about it?” Earl asked.
“Conflicted.” She said. “Part of me still loves him. But part of me wishes, I would have broken up with him when I was younger.”
“Really? Why’s that?” Earl asked, surprised by this revelation.
“Part of me feels like I escaped my parents just to become trapped in a relationship with another controlling person.” Demi replied. “Like I never really experienced life. I’ve never even kissed another man before.”
“Really? Well, I’d be willing to take one for the team, if you want.” He said, half joking.
“Take one for the team?” She questioned, eyebrow raised.
“Ya, I’d fall on that sword, let you kiss me to have that new experience.” He answered.
Demi took the last sip of her wine and placed the glass down. “You make it sound like you’re doing me a favor.” She said.
“Well, I don’t even know if you’re a good kisser or not.” He replied.
“Oh, really?” Demi responded. “And how do I know you’re a good kisser?”
“You saw how beautiful Cathy was. How do you think I got her to marry me?” Earl replied.
“Hmmm, I guess if you’re that good, one kiss wouldn’t be so bad.” She said.
Earl scooted even closer to Demi, so their legs were touching. He put his hands on either side of Demi’s face, gently caressing her soft, smooth skin. He slowly leaned in, Demi not moving an inch. She didn’t close her eyes, watching her elderly neighbor move in closer to her. Her heart beat fast as she felt like a teenager again, having her first kiss.
Earl gave her just a quick peck at first. Demi felt his leathery, old lips against hers but rather than disgust her, it kind of turned her on. There was a spark between them as soon as their lips met, like they were doing something wrong yet it felt so right.
Earl couldn’t help himself and dove back in. Demi didn’t fight, in fact she welcomed it. She opened her mouth and Earl quickly seized the opportunity to explore. Demi wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him tight. What she was doing was wrong but her body was getting hot all over.
Earl tasted of mint as he often sucked on mints after dinner. His tongue was strong and was wrestling with her own. They traded saliva as his hands moved behind her and sensually rubbed her back. He wanted to reach in front and grab her chest but he was worried that might spoil the mood. Earl couldn’t believe he was making out with Demi. He wanted to take this as far as she’d let him, but he played it safe, wanting this to last as long as possible.
Earl leaned back against the couch and pulled Demi with him, their lips never separated as their tongues had become entangled with one another. Demi instinctively moved her left leg over Earl and straddled his lap. That’s when she felt the growing bulge in his pants, which shot her back to reality.
Demi pulled away from Earl and jumped up off the couch. “I’m sorry but we shouldn’t be doing that.” She said.
Earl stood up as well and grabbed Demi’s left wrist, preventing her from moving away. Even with high heels on, Earl stood a few inches taller than her. She looked up at his withered face, his deep blue eyes pulling her in.
“All these years, I’ve watched and admired you. I’ve seen you grow into the beautiful, strong woman I see today.” He told her. “Michael doesn’t know how lucky he is.”
“That’s very nice of you to say but…” Demi began to reply but Earl cut her off.
“But nothing.” He said. “You wanted more choices in your life, well here’s one.” Earl opened Demi’s left hand and pulled her engagement ring off. He then turned her hand around and placed it in her open hand. “Close your hand and choose to be faithful to a man who doesn’t appreciate you like he should. Or drop the ring and I’ll show you how he should be treating you.”
Demi looked down at the ring, it was only a minute but it felt like an eternity to her. She was unsure of herself and a million different thoughts flew through her mind. Her body was shaking with nervousness. Part of wanted to close her hand and tell Earl no, that she’d remain faithful to her fiancé. But a growing part wanted the opposite.
At first, she was confident about closing her hand but a small part of her had doubts and that made her hesitate. That hesitation was all that was needed, as her doubt grew. She contrasted how Earl was going about this and how Michael did on Saturday. Michael had tried to force himself on her even after she said no. Earl was giving her a choice and that made her feel important, like what she wanted mattered.
Earl waited patiently, he saw her hand initially close slightly but stop. The longer she hesitated, the more her hand reopened. Earl saw the conflicted look on her face and knew she was having trouble deciding.
Suddenly, to even Demi’s surprise, she turned her left hand to the side and let the ring fall to the floor. The growing doubt in her won, and she was now Earl’s for the night.
Earl saw the ring fall and quickly seized the moment. He reached out and cupped Demi’s face, tipping her face up towards his. He captured her lips in another kiss, which she eagerly accepted. Between the copious amount of wine she drank, her pent up sexual urges, and her anger at Michael, Demi fully submitted to this old man.
Their tongues found each other again, Earl’s tongue gently played with Demi’s. Demi wrapped her arms around Earl’s neck, her hands combed through his white hair, going to the back of his head to hold him in place. Earl’s hands went down Demi’s body, gently caressing every amazing curve on her hourglass shaped body. He could feel her massive tits pushed against him as he tasted her saliva.
“Mmmm!” Demi moaned as Earl had reached down and grabbed her fat ass.
This didn’t stop Demi. Instead she went harder, forcing her mouth open wider and pushing herself against him further. Earl lifted Demi’s right leg up and she responded by grinding her body against the large tent that had formed in his pants. She could feel her body becoming hot, especially down below, where her pussy had begun to glisten with juices.
Earl was in heaven, Demi’s beautiful body grinding against his, her soft, plump lips kissing him and her tongue wrapped around his own. He had dreamed of this many times, but until recently he thought her and Michael were too strong. Earl saw his opportunity and clearly he seized it, as he felt Demi groan in his mouth from him smacking her fine ass.
His greedy hands then moved back up, all the way to Demi’s chest. He broke their kiss and brought his face to the level of her chest.
“Oh!” Demi moaned out as Earl expertly kneaded her breasts.
“May I see them?” Earl asked, Demi nodded her head affirmatively. Earl pinched the thin dress material with his hands, one on each side of her. Earl slowly tugged the material down, inch-by-inch more of Demi’s perfect chest came into view. The material slid below her areola, exposing her small dark pink nipples. Earl moved quicker after that, pulling the dress down and exposing her full breasts.
“Wow, they’re incredible!” He said, taking a moment to admire her fabulous chest. Even though they were quite large, he noticed they were still quite perky and seemed to defy gravity.
“Thank you.” She said through blushed cheeks. It was strange but nice to hear someone other than Michael compliment her body. It was kind of a turn on and it made her pussy get even wetter than it already was.
Earl wasted no more time, grabbing Demi’s chest with each of his hands. He softly squeezed them, feeling how full yet shockingly light they were. He gently fondled her, his hands moving over every inch of her perfect breasts as Earl looked into Demi’s dark brown eyes. He leaned in to kiss her again, just to confirm she was actually wilfully giving herself to him. He watched as she closed her eyes, turned her head slightly, and pucker her lips in anticipation of his lips. Earl hungrily kissed her again, craving the young woman’s soft lips on his own.
“Mmm!” She moaned again as Earl had her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. He gave her nipples gentle twist, enough to arouse her but not hurt her.
Earl broke the kiss again, this time to stuff his face in between her massive mounds. He jiggled her breasts in his hands, feeling them gently slap against his face. He stuck his tongue out and proceeded to lick and drool all over her breasts. He made his way to Demi’s nipples, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it.
“Uh-huh!” Demi moaned as Earl’s tongue brushed her nipple causing it to become erect. “Ah!” She yelped as he gently bit down on her nipple.
It was strange, despite his outward appearance, Earl was turning Demi on like Michael never had. It was like he had the cheat codes to her body, and he was using them all as Demi’s pussy juices were dripping down her leg. As Earl switched to Demi’s other nipple, he pulled down her dress even more, her toned stomach coming into view.
After a few moments sucking on both nipples, Earl swung and turned Demi around. He then got her to bend over, her hands on the couch, ass up in the air. He went to his knees behind her, grabbed her dress on either side and pulled downwards. Demi’s fat, round ass slowly came into view, the light blue thong disappearing between her amazing cheeks.
“Wow!” He said, as he let the dress fall to the floor and admired Demi’s ass in just her thong. “This is an incredible ass!”
Demi was blushing again as Earl reached up and groped her ass. It was both soft and yet strong at the same time. He pulled her cheeks apart and saw Demi’s thong wedged between her pussy lips. He quickly grabbed her thong and pulled it off her body, too. He took a big sniff, and it smelled even sweeter than he imagined.
He turned Demi back around and pushed her down onto the couch. He grabbed each leg and spread them open, getting his first good look at her pussy. It was small, her light pink lips flared outwards. She had shaved herself completely bare, which Earl appreciated. He also noticed her wetness, which had clearly been dripping down her thighs. Demi pulled her ponytail out and let her hair fall down around her shoulders. He started by cleaning that up, taking his tongue and licking up her thighs, tasting her sweet juices. This only made Demi wetter and she could feel her juices now dripping below her, forming a stain on the couch. Earl was ready to taste the real thing now, as he aligned his face with her pussy. Demi could feel Earl’s hot breath on her lips, her heart started to beat faster in anticipation.
When Earl gave it his first kiss, the feeling was indescribable, like hitting a golf ball perfectly flush or your crush smiling at you. It felt like nothing yet felt amazing.
After Earl kissed her, he dragged his tongue between her lips, collecting the copious amounts of juice Demi had already produced. Earl loved eating women out and Demi would be no exception. He loved listening to them moan and groan as his tongue ventured deep inside them and feeling their bodies react to his tonguing.
Earl found Demi’s hole and quickly dove in, her lips gave way and Earl found his tongue bathed in her warmth. He ventured around, mapping out her vagina and finding spots that caused Demi to groan then storing that information away.
“Yes! Right there!” Demi moaned at him when he found a particularly good feeling spot.
“Have patience, my darling.” Earl replied, then went back down on her.
Demi had never been licked like this and she could tell Earl was an expert and building to something. Michael rarely licked her and if he did, it was only a quickie, usually done fast so he could stick it in her. As Earl continued to eat her out, Demi was realizing how selfish a lover Michael really was.
“Are you ready?” He asked, pulling his tongue out.
“For what?” Demi responded.
“For nirvana.” He replied.
Before Demi could respond, Earl dove back in. He had mapped out her vagina and the root he would take. His tongue was hitting all of Demi’s sensitive spots, with a speed that made it feel like he was doing it simultaneously.
It was only 20 seconds, but it felt like an eternity for Demi. Time slowed as her body wanted to keep this feeling going forever. Her body was numb, every nerve in her body stood on edge. Her vision went blurry as her senses were being overwhelmed.
Then in a moment Demi will never forget, it was like lightning shooting through her body and every nerve was giving off an intense pleasurable sensation. Demi’s eyes rolled back as a large warmth grew in stomach. Then like a wave of pleasure, flow down and out of her. She would later realize that this feeling was her squirting out on Earl, who enjoyed the taste of her sudden fountain.
Earl watched as Demi shook and stirred as wave after wave of pleasure slowly dissipated from her body. Demi was breathing heavily as she realized that was what an orgasm was supposed to feel like. She had thought for a long while that Michael could get her off, but after that, her eyes had been opened.
“Holy shit.” She muttered, upon her realization.
“Did you enjoy that as much as me?” Earl asked, then gave her a few quick licks, insuring Demi wouldn’t come all the way down from her high.
“I think more.” She said, upon seeing Earl’s face covered in her juices.
“I don’t know about that but I know you’ll enjoy this.” He replied.
Earl went back down on Demi, but this time went right for her clit. Michael was never successful in finding Demi’s clit, and yet Earl found it in seconds. He was an expert and knew where to find it. He gently held it with his index and thumb as he drew the cursive alphabet with his tongue on it.
For Demi, his treatment of her clit seemed to have unlocked a secret passage she wasn’t aware of. Her whole body felt like it was glowing suddenly as he brought her right back to the precipice.
“Huh!” She gasped, as 2 bony fingers penetrated her, Earl’s wrinkles almost making it feel ribbed.
It took just 2 tugs of his fingers in then out, for Demi to cum again. Earl seemed to have unlocked Demi’s squirting ability and could now get her to do so with ease, as she squirted on him again. Earl took his lips and surrounded Demi’s clit. His tongue did quick circles around it, giving Demi wave after wave of pleasure and keeping her at a high-level of arousal. He kept going for a few minutes not allowing Demi to have any respite.
“Oh god, stop!” Demi finally had to say. “I can’t take any more!” She told him, as it was literal sensory overload for her.
Earl began to kiss up her supple body. A thin layer of sweat had appeared on Demi’s body giving her a glowing look. Earl enjoyed kissing her toned stomach all the way up to her heavy breasts. He stuffed his face between them, then squished her tits together, his face surrounded by Demi’s tit flesh.
He eventually pulled himself away, giving each nipple a kiss before continuing up her sternum to her neck. Demi felt a small jolt of excitement whenever Earl kissed her body. It was like her body was a lock and Earl was the key and he was opening her to new heights of pleasure.
Earl gave her a kiss on the cheek before staring deeply into her eyes. Demi looked up at the elderly man, most people would find his appearance off putting. But Demi’s brain had been rewired. His wrinkly cheeks that appeared to be slumping downwards, his jawline hidden by a few wrinkles and the liver spots on his brow were no longer off putting but endearing. As she looked into his light blue eyes, a connection was made in her brain that would turn her on whenever she saw him.
Earl cupped her face, then leaned down and kissed her again. He truly believed he was the luckiest man alive. He had dreamed of kissing a naked Demi a thousand times but now it was really happening. In those dreams he had always gone further, and he was determined to go further now as well.
“Mmm… Demi, you’ve made me so hard.” He whispered in her ear. “Can I stick it in you? Even just the tip?” He asked.
“You can stick it all in me.” Demi replied. “But let me suck your cock first.”
This offer overjoyed Earl. He had assumed it would take some coaxing to get Demi to suck him. But she offered to do it without him even suggesting it.
“Yes, of course.” He responded, standing up.
Demi had blown Michael on many occasions. He really enjoyed himself and Demi was just glad to make him happy. But this was different. Earl had given her sensations she didn’t know were possible and now she felt she had to repay him by giving him the best oral sex she could.
Demi slid off the couch and onto the ground in front of Earl, who began to take his shirt off. Demi started working on his belt and pants as Earl took his shirt off, his thin frame was covered in wrinkles and patches of white and gray hair. Demi didn’t care, her sole focus was on getting Earl out of his pants.
“Huh!” Demi gasped as she finally got his pants off and saw the python Earl had been hiding in his pants.
10 inches long, nearly as thick as a soda can and already hard as can be, it mesmerized Demi. She had thought Michael had a nice penis, but Earl’s was far superior, at least twice if not three times the length and probably 3 times as girthy. Demi was a little nervous how it would even fit inside her but she was determined to find out.
“Big, ain’t it?” Earl asked.
“Ya it is.” Demi replied. “I can see why Cathy was so loud in bed now.”
“You could hear us?” He responded.
“Ya, you know these thin walls.” She said. “I always thought Michael would get better with age. But maybe he just doesn’t have the hardware.”
“Very few do.” He replied.
Demi spat on her hands then took hold of his cock and began to stroke him. She was amazed that even with both hands on his cock it barely covered half his dick. Demi bit her lower lip as she imagined what this beast could do to her.
Earl closed his eyes and looked up, so he could focus on Demi’s soft hands on his cock. Demi hadn’t spit enough, meaning there was some friction. But that was ok, as it gave his cock a gentle heat to it.
“While I am enjoying this, you said you wanted to suck it.” Earl said.
“I do, it’s just intimidatingly big.” Demi responded.
“Keep talking like that.” He replied.
“Ya, you like it when I tell you how big you are?” Demi asked, bringing her lips to right in front of his cock, Earl feeling her breath on the tip of his cock.
“Oh, ya.” He moaned. “Am I bigger than Michael?”
“A lot bigger.” Demi responded. “And thicker. And more beautiful. I bet you taste better, too.” She said, then gave his head a kiss, Earl feeling her soft lips on his cock for the first time.
“Mmm… I was right!” She said. “Guess I should try you balls now.”
“Uhhh!” Earl moaned as Demi lifted his cock up and sucked on his balls, her hands still jerking him off.
“Mmmmm!” Demi moaned, as she sucked on them. “Those were tasty and so full of cum. I bet you have a big load for me, right?” Demi said, then licked back up to the tip. “Gonna shoot that right in my pussy because I love being filled up. I’m on an IUD but I’d bet you still get me pregnant.” She told him between licks of his cock.
With Demi now confident she’d lubricated his cock enough, she finally opened her lips and slid them down his cock. She immediately felt the difference as Earl’s cock quickly filled her mouth. His head alone was much thicker than she was used to.
“Ooohhh!” Earl moaned as Demi swirled her tongue around his sensitive head.
Earl’s taste had quickly filled her mouth. She wasn’t lying when she told him he tasted better. Her taste buds were appreciative causing Demi to become more intent on sucking his cock.
She sucked him in deeper, Earl felt more of his cock get wrapped in Demi’s warm mouth. Demi felt her mouth expand to take in Earl’s size. She used her tongue to lick the undercarriage of his cock, his moans encouraging her to go further. Earl wanted to cum already but was holding back, knowing there was more for them to do.
Demi almost gagged, only a third of Earl’s cock in her mouth. She pulled back and took a few deep breaths. She used her hands to jerk him off as she took a moment, then proceeded to slide him in further. She started to rhythmically bob her head up and down his cock, slowly pushing herself further down.
She suddenly felt his cock hit the back of her mouth. She held firm as her body wanted to gag. Demi knew what she needed to do next; she had to deepthroat him and suck down all 10 inches.
She pulled back slightly and took a few more deep breaths until she was fully relaxed. Then, Demi pushed forward, forcing Earl’s cock down her throat.
“HURK!” Her throat sounded as Earl’s cock slid down.
“Oh shit!” He moaned as he felt Demi’s tight throat around him.
Demi’s eyes watered as she forced her lips further and further down. Drool and precum were leaking out of her mouth, covering her chin. She did jagged thrusts downwards, taking more of him in until her body forced her to stop. Earl put a hand on the back of her head and applied slight pressure, helping her down. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her body screamed stop, but Demi kept going.
“Holy shit!” He groaned as Demi swallowed the last quarter inch of his cock, pressing her nose into his unwashed pubes. They had a wretched smell but Demi’s lust filled brain enjoyed it.
Earl held her down and did small thrusts with his hips, banging Demi’s throat. Her warm, tight throat completely encompassed his cock, tempting him to bust his load right then.
Demi eventually had to come up for air but her lips returned almost immediately. She bobbed her head up and down Earl’s length, finding deepthroating him easier the more she did it.
“I always dreamed of you sucking my cock.” Earl said.
“Ya, is it as good as you imagined?” Demi asked, pulling his cock out and licking it up and down.
“It’s even better than I imagined!” He responded.
“Hehe… good.” She giggled, laying kisses on his cock.
“Did you ever dream of me?” He asked.
“A few times.” She replied. “It would have been more if I knew you had such a beautiful penis.”
Demi sucked him back in, gobbling his cock up like a pro. She used her tongue, swirling it around his shaft as she slowly slid it down her throat. The way it filled her throat up, made her wonder how it would feel inside a different hole.
“Demi, I think it’s time we fucked!” Earl stated.
“I was thinking the exact same thing!” Demi replied.
“Then, let’s not waste any time!” He responded.
Earl helped Demi up to her feet. Demi attacked the old man’s lips, she couldn’t help herself, she just loved how he kissed her. Demi wrapped her arms around his neck again as they moved in unison on to the couch, their lips never separating.
She was finally pried off him as Earl pushed Demi down onto her back. She instinctively opened her legs wide. Earl looked down at the beautiful naked woman below him and couldn’t help but smile. Her long brown hair gently flowed around her face. He looked down at those deep brown eyes, her soft pink lips and her strong rosy cheeks. His eyes traced down her porcelain neck to her full chest. They were more than perfect to Earl. His eyes went down further, scanning her flat stomach down to the ultimate prize. Demi’s pussy was still glistening with juice, her sweet pink lips inviting him in.
Earl took his big cock and smacked it against her pussy. The room was completely quiet, the only sound the gently smacking of his cock against her pussy. Demi looked up at her new lover. His wrinkled body and face were not conveniently attractive but Demi had always secretly thought Earl was cute. She couldn’t put her finger on why, but she did. Now that she’s seen his beautiful cock, there was no heading back.
Earl lined himself up with her hole, he slowly began putting pressure until her lips gave in and he was inside Demi. He celebrated in his mind as he could die a happy man now.
“Oh shit!” Demi moaned, as her lips were spread further apart than they’ve ever been.
Earl slid the rest of his head in, Demi’s pussy stretching to accommodate his immense size. This stretching caused the activation of nerves Demi didn’t know existed. Her eyes opened wide and her pupils dilated as it overwhelmed her mind with pleasure.
“It’s big isn’t it?” Earl asked.
“Oh god, it’s so big! You’re gonna tear me in half!” Demi replied.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.” He told her.
Earl slowly inserted another few inches as Demi squirmed underneath him. He wasn’t even halfway and yet was already deeper than Michael had ever been. Demi felt exactly like Earl imagined. Her tightness was clear as he could feel her stretching around her. She was incredibly wet, which was needed for him to slide into her. Her pussy was giving off an intoxicating heat.
“Is my pussy as good as you imagined?” Demi asked.
“Oh, it’s even better!” Earl replied.
“Well then, keep sliding in and feel more of me.” She told him.
Earl leaned over slightly to look in Demi’s eyes as he pushed into her further.
Earl continued to slowly move into Demi, pulling back slightly every so often to let Demi get accustomed to his big cock. He knew how painful his cock could get if not inserted slowly. And Demi’s pussy was tight, it wrapped around his cock and was squeezing his cock hard. He seriously began to wonder if he’d be able to fit it all in.
But Demi’s pussy kept opening up for him, her juices more than enough lubricant for him to slide in. Demi was already close to cumming, Earl still had about an inch outside her.
“Huh!” Demi gasped as Earl shoved his last bit and hit a place no man has ever felt before; her cervix. “Oh my god!!!” She loudly screamed as she began to cum.
As Earl had been sinking into Demi, his cock had been touching all of Demi’s sensitive spots. His cock gently being dragged across her spots was turning Demi on. But Earl was just setting her up for the big finish.
When Earl hit her cervix, it was like he hit the first domino causing a chain reaction. Suddenly, all of Demi’s spots flared up and radiated a blissful heat throughout her body. Her eyes rolled back, and she involuntarily stuck her tongue out. She moaned incomprehensibly, as her body felt the unbelievable euphoria of her orgasm.
Earl smiled down at Demi. He watched as the hottest bitch he’d ever seen shook and stirred on his cock. He held his cock deep inside her, enjoying the feeling of her pussy squeezing his cock. It felt like her pussy was trying to squeeze his cum out, but Earl resisted. There was still a lot he wanted to do with her first.
“Holy shit, that was good!” Demi said, finally coming down from her orgasm.
“If you thought that was good, wait until I actually start banging you!” Earl replied.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Demi responded.
Earl took his cue and started to slowly pull his cock out. Demi felt his cock head drag along her walls, giving her a nice little itch. When he was more than halfway out of her, Demi started to feel empty, like a piece of her was being dragged away. Earl pulled all the way out until only his cock head was inside her.
“Oh fuck!” Demi screamed as Earl thrusted into her, shoving all 10 inches back into Demi in 1 quick swoop.
Earl became an insatiable animal, banging Demi’s pussy with all his might. His speed and power were astonishing, especially given his age. Earl was fuelled by pure lust, his sole focus to enjoy Demi’s body as much as humanly possible. He watched her tits jiggle ever so nicely as he thrusted into her.
Demi looked up at Earl, sweat forming on his wrinkly brow and part of her couldn’t believe she was in this situation. Another part wished she had been here sooner. Not only was he touching places never touched before but he was doing it with the speed and expertise Demi wasn’t used to.
Earl would subtly shift himself inside Demi, so his cock would explore and stretch out a whole new place inside Demi. After a few thrusts in that spot Demi would have a mini orgasm, Earl stopped it from becoming more by shifting and hitting a new spot. If it didn’t feel so incredible, it would have been torture, Earl giving her a taste but not letting her have her full orgasm.
It was only after there were no more new spots that Earl finally let Demi have her whole orgasm. He sunk himself all the way in, then leaned down and kissed Demi. Demi eagerly accepted his tongue as she felt the orgasm start to flow. Earl did a mini thrust inside her, giving her the stimulus she needed to go over.