In the summer of 1981, Cory Larson was twenty-five. Ronald Reagan was president, and the DeLorean car had just been released. Cory had aspirations of owning one. He had graduated from the University of Cincinnati, third in class, with an Engineering degree. This had landed him a very good position at one of Cincinnati’s leading Civil Engineering firms.
He was your all-American boy, he was tall, handsome, olive-skinned, and had dark brown hair and eyes. He was mild-natured and his mother had instilled a good set of values and morals into her young man. Above all else, she had hammered home that he was to always treat women with respect and jump to their aid if they were in any sort of trouble.
The family were well off. His father was an accountant, and his mother had been an air hostess when the two of them had met. He had three younger sisters. As well as their large home in one of Cincinnati’s better suburbs, they owned a holiday home up on the shores of Lake Erie, where they spent most of the summers.
Cory got on with everyone, young or old. He could strike up a conversation on almost any topic with anyone. From a very young age he had happily joined in his sisters’ games, and by his early teens was in hot demand to attend the birthday parties of his sisters’ friends.
One summer, at the age of sixteen, he lost his virginity at just such a party. As usual, they were holidaying at Lake Erie, and an older sister of one of his sisters’ friends had secreted him away to a guest area of her parents’ holiday home, stripped him naked and had her way with him. Laura was three years older than Cory and was rebelling against the very strict upbringing her parents had inflicted on her. They had met secretly whenever they could for the rest of that summer.
Laura used Cory to advance her knowledge and experience in all sorts of sexual activities. She stole her father’s hidden books and magazines, and they perused these whenever they could, using them as a guide. She taught him how to play with and manipulate her nipples, breasts, inner thighs, ears, mouth, neck and, of course, her genitalia, where her magic little button was nestled. They had searched many times for her elusive g-spot without much success, but she often had more than one orgasm during these treasure hunts.
Laura went off to college at the end of that summer and he never caught up with her again. But his education with the opposite sex did not end with her departure. He found new popularity with the ladies back home and never lacked for a date.
He had had three girlfriends by the time he reached twenty-five. The longest of which had finished almost a year before, when she had found him in bed with her best friend. He had tried, unsuccessfully, to explain that he was actually fighting to stop her friend, and was not making love to her. But the fact he had his trousers around his ankles, and she was stark naked, astride him, did not make for a very convincing argument.
They had actually made up and started dating again a couple of months later, only for him to find her naked in a bedroom with one of his best mates one night. She had been riding his mate hard, and did not miss a beat as she yelled at him, “What’s it like to walk in on your friend fucking your partner?” He realised she had just wanted revenge, and he had been set up.
Cory realised how far he had strayed from the way he had been brought up and made an oath to himself that he would change his ways. He practically stopped going to parties and threw himself into his work and sport. He had had one major slip-up a few months earlier, with a married woman. She was the receptionist at a company that his firm was doing business with. He worked at their offices three days a week, and she would join him for lunch each day. She was unhappy in her marriage and one lunchtime she had asked him to accompany her to a Dire Straits concert on the coming Saturday night. She told him she had bought the tickets but her husband would not go with her as he had something else he wanted to do.
Halfway through the concert, they had managed to work their way to within ten rows of the stage. The crowd was pulsing and throbbing around them. Too tight to dance properly, he just dropped his arms over her shoulders from behind and drew her into his body to protect her from the crush. She started wriggling her bum against his crotch, then drew one of his hands down between her legs. He drew up her dress, slipped her panties aside, and fingered her in time to the music.
It seemed like no time at all and she was writhing against him, her body pulsing and jumping to the beat, and then slumping back against him as her climax sapped all the strength from her legs. She recovered quickly, and feeling his rock-hard cock pressing into her back, she had turned around, leaned down, and gave him a blow job. The people around them had to have realised what was happening, but no one seemed to take much notice. They were all so engrossed with the band.
They had stopped the car beside a river on the way home and had frenzied sex on the back seat. Afterwards, she had him drop her off around the corner from her home, as she had not wanted to be seen getting out of his car by her husband.
He was annoyed with himself. Again he had fallen victim to his amoral standing prick. Fortunately, he only had a couple more days off work at her workplace, and apart from a few weeks of evading her calls, he had managed to extract himself from the situation with her.
It was at his youngest sister’s twenty-first birthday party that he first saw Maria. She was standing with a group of girls across from him in the lounge. Cory was talking to some friends when he gazed across the room and caught Maria’s eye. He felt the breath leave his lungs, she was stunningly beautiful, petite, maybe five foot two or three, with blond hair that went just past her shoulders. Her attire was modest, but could not hide her trim figure and perky young breasts. He decided there and then that she may be the one he could settle down with.
Cory asked his mates if they knew who she was. One of his mate’s girlfriends spoke up, saying that she knew her, that she was a year behind her at school. But then she warned him not to bother with her as she was just a frigid, religious, prude. This, of course, just made Cory much more interested. He loved the challenge of a woman that was unapproachable, and he strode across the room to give it his best shot.
Maria had been watching Cory Larson all night. She knew who he was, his reputation as a womaniser was well-known in the neighbourhood. She was amazed that even with his reputation, many of the women at the party seemed intent on attracting his attention. She took in the fact that, unusually, he didn’t seem to be interested in any of them, and too, that he appeared to be quite a normal guy.
She was at the party because she had been allowed out on her first date with a member of the opposite sex. Her date was the same age as her, seventeen, but she would have her eighteenth birthday soon, beating him to that magic age by several months. She knew her date reasonably well. They had gone to the same church for as long as she could remember. His family, being long-time friends of the Larsons, was why he had been invited.
The two of them were under strict instructions about how they were to behave, and both their parents had given them the same set of rules they were to follow. Her mother’s last words as she departed to the party with him, had been to reinforce the no alcohol message, and she quietly reminded her yet again about what all boys were after. She had been receiving the same message since she was thirteen or so.
However, once they had arrived at the party, her date had dumped her and moved across the room to talk with some girl that she knew he was forbidden to see.
Shy and submissive around people she did not know really well, she had joined a group of girls she vaguely knew. She stood quietly to one side, listening to them discussing all the guys at the party, and was embarrassed by the indecent comments they were making. She wondered how she could leave and get herself home without dropping her date in a load of trouble.
She looked up to see Cory looking directly at her and found herself unable to tear her eyes away. Then she internally panicked at the unfamiliar surge of warmth that flooded her body as he walked across the room toward her.
He asked if he could get her a drink, and she found herself accepting, even though that was one of the biggest no-nos of the many rules she had been given. He didn’t even ask her what she wanted, just returned with a Black Russian, which she gulped down rather quickly, and then against her better judgement, found herself agreeing to another one. She sipped the second drink more slowly, and when Cory started talking and asking her questions she tried to sound interesting and somewhat intelligent. But she was nervous, her awkwardness with the questions he asked her, some of them loaded with sexual overtones, had her stammering out awkward replies.
For Cory, it didn’t take him long to realise his friend’s girlfriend was probably correct in her summation of the pretty girl. He took in the fact that she struggled to meet his eyes when they talked, and his usual banter, either went right over her head or was met with an almost sullen response. But the prospect of all of his friends laughing at him and saying they told him so, made him refuse to back off and give up on her so easily. So he struggled on, toning his conversation down and taking things much slower than he was used to.
By the time he had coerced her to have a third cocktail, she was loosening up. They danced, and by the end of the night, he managed to get her phone number and a promise that she would sneak out and meet him for another date.
Their courtship moved slowly at first, as she struggled to find ways to creep out from her mother’s scrutiny. Cory was mesmerised by how naive and innocent she was. Everything he taught her brought wonder and surprise to her face. He first slept with her on the night of her eighteenth birthday. He had met her parents for the first time that day, then took her out to a show in the evening. After the show, they went to his flat and made love in his bed. It wasn’t the greatest sex he had had by a long shot, but he was confident that with his experience, he would soon have her climbing the walls in ecstasy.
They married eight months later, just after her eighteenth birthday. Maria gave birth to their first child, Sacha, only six months after the wedding. Her family was very upset, they being good Catholics and very much against sex outside of marriage. They never fully accepted Cory for this and the fact that he didn’t attend church very often.
They had two more children (boys), in subsequent years, and with Cory being made a partner in his firm just after the second boy was born, saw them move into a larger house in a better neighbourhood. To all appearances, they were a well-matched, happy couple, with no financial problems and plenty of good friends. But there were issues. Maria was insecure and worried that Cory was playing around.
Maria had been brought up to believe that sex was a dirty thing, and she couldn’t bring herself to experiment, or fully let herself go. This, and the fact she worried about his fidelity, was the cause of many of their arguments.
Cory was, in fact, very faithful. He had numerous opportunities but knew that if he ever succumbed to the pleasures on offer, he would ruin his marriage. The morals his mother had instilled in him and how he had felt that year before he met Maria kept him on the straight and narrow.
Cory travelled often with his work. Sometimes just a night away, but more often, it would be two or three nights overseeing a project in another city. When away, he always bought Marie clothes or lingerie that he thought she would look absolutely beautiful in. But to get Maria to wear these items was always a struggle. She was extremely shy and dressed in the most subdued manner possible to avoid being noticed when they went out. And so, the sexy clothes and underwear he bought her mostly just sat in her cupboards unused.
Cory became more and more frustrated. He had tried everything he could think of over the years. All sorts of sexual aids, vibrators, etcetera. He brought home porn movies with varying themes, hoping one of them would spark some interest. But although she would watch them with him, she made it clear that she was only watching because he wanted her to. The only time she ever loosened up a little, was when he managed to load her up with alcohol.
As the years passed he started to give up. Then, after sixteen years of marriage, things came to a head. Cory still loved Maria dearly, but he slipped up one night while out drinking with some mates. He had succumbed to a very alluring redhead and didn’t get home until 4:00 in the morning.
He didn’t bother lying to Maria when he got home. She knew what had happened, she could smell the other woman on him. They had been growing apart for a long time, both having other interests. With only one of their three children still living at home, they mutually decided to end their marriage.
He had no worries about Maria surviving on her own. She had been working as a nurse when he met her. In the last few years, she had completed some law and administration papers at university, which had landed her a very well-paid position at the hospital near where they lived. She was hired to liaise between the doctors, nurses, and others, together with the barristers defending the hospital against medical malpractice lawsuits. It meant that financially she was in a very good position to support herself.
Cory sold out his shares in the partnership. He needed a total change. With the money from the share sale and the money they got from selling their home, they each bought their own apartments, and Cory set up an investment account for each of them with the considerable sum of money that remained.
He became self-employed and started taking on contract work that took him all over the country, sometimes for months on end.
He would catch up with his children on his visits home and sometimes would see Maria at events, like the kids’ birthdays, etcetera. Then two years after their separation, Cory landed an extremely lucrative three-year contract in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
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It was a stinking hot day, sweat pouring from my body as I struggled up the steps to my apartment. I saw I had a letter from home, and on closer inspection, saw it was from my daughter, Sacha. I tore the envelope open and read that she was getting married and wanted me to call her as soon as I was able.
I had only four months of my three-year contract left to run. The project was in the wrap-up stage, which is why I was arriving home at 3:00 pm on a weekday afternoon. I checked the time and put a call through to the States. Sacha wanted to know the date I was returning home. She and Gary had not fully tied in a date for their wedding, but they had to make a decision in the next few days. I gave her my flight schedule and she was happy to find that there was a date free at their preferred venue just two weeks after I arrived home.
Sasha informed me that they were having the wedding in New Orleans and that even though many of the guests were going to have to travel quite long distances to attend, she was expecting there to be around eighty people. She asked me about paying for the venue, which I agreed to readily, as I could easily afford it. In the past two and a half years, I had banked about three times more than what I would have had I been working with my old firm. And I had been on good money with them.
She gave me the hotel where they would be staying so I could book myself a room. And informed me that the wedding reception was to be held in the same hotel.
I asked after her mother, how she was keeping and if would she be bringing a partner.
“She’s looking great,” replied Sacha. “She has been attending a gym since you guys split. I don’t know if she will be bringing a partner. She says she is dating, but I have never seen her with anyone and I catch up with her at least once a week.”
Then Sacha asked if I would be bringing a partner.
“I don’t know. I need to give that some thought,” I replied. Thinking that if Maria was taking someone then I needed to find someone to take along. I suddenly felt a surge of jealousy. Why I do not know. I had all the sex I could ever want over here. I shouldn’t be the slightest bit concerned about her having met someone. I then forced myself to think happy thoughts about her finding someone and being happy. But the pain in my gut told me that deep down, I really did not want her to have met anyone.
“Well, I’m going to be putting ‘plus Guest’ on both of your invitations anyway,” Sacha replied.
The first thought I had upon hanging up, was that I needed to get myself back to the gym. There was a company account for all our contractors to attend the local gym, but I had been very slack in attending it over the last year or more.
Four months later found I was home and booked into a hotel in downtown Cincinnati. I couldn’t move straight back into my apartment as I had leased it out whilst I was overseas. I had to give the tenants three months’ notice. This worked out well, as it gave me time to settle back into the city and sort out my life, without having to worry about cooking and housework. I splashed out and bought new clothes, including an expensive new suit for the wedding day. Sacha had warned me her mother was looking pretty hot, so I felt the need to polish up my act.
I also hit a few car dealers and bought myself a new car. I was very tempted between a V8 Mustang and a McLaren 570S Spider. But I knew they were both ridiculous choices, as I couldn’t turn up at a construction set in either of them. I finally settled on a brand new Lexus RX350. Seemed the right choice. I could go skiing or fishing and turn up on a worksite without looking like some sort of big noter.
I didn’t catch up with Maria in those two weeks I was back in Cincinnati. I wanted to but had reservations about how she would receive me. The first time I saw her was in New Orleans when both sides of the family met up for dinner the night before the actual wedding. I had met Sacha’s husband-to-be, Gary, three times since I had been home, but it was the first time I had met his parents and some of their extended family.
Maria had taken my breath away when she walked into the room. She had a finely sculptured body, almost a picture of how trim she had been in our early years of dating. I noted to myself that she must have been on a very strict exercise program. It made me realise how out of shape I was, even with the last few months of exercise I had put in.
She was wearing tight-fitting white slacks, a white tube top that showed a lot of mid-drift, and a good amount of cleavage. Over this, she was wearing a very smart pink blazer. She was tanned, and her hairdo had obviously cost a fortune. She looked quite stunning. It was as if she had just stepped off a fashion show runway.
Whilst both our sons were over giving her hugs and welcoming her, I looked around to take note of Gary’s family’s reaction and was pleased to see Gary’s father getting a dig in his ribs from his wife. There were a couple of other wives giving their husbands dirty looks. The new version of Maria had certainly caused a stir.
I thought she looked taller than I remembered, then I noticed her very high-heeled shoes. This was definitely not the Maria I had been married to. And I was surprised when I felt a wave of jealousy wash over me. The thought that she must have met a man, and that he had managed to get her to change, really choked me up.
Other than a hello and how are you, I didn’t really get to speak with Maria until after 10:00, when the dinner was winding down. Gary’s father and his uncle had pretty much cornered Maria for most of the evening. At the end of the dinner, as we all got up to leave, I asked her if she would like a quick nightcap with me. I wanted to talk with her and find out how she had managed to overcome some of her hang-ups. She surprised me with an enthusiastic ‘Yes!’ and so we caught the elevator down to the house bar together.
“Can I have a coffee? I think I’ve had enough to drink,” she asked.
“Sure, that sounds good for me also.” Then pausing, I blurted out, “I have to be frank. I wouldn’t have recognised you in the street. What, or who managed to bring about this amazing transformation?”
Maria hung her head and for a second, I caught a glimpse of the submissive, shy woman she used to be. Then she noticeably pulled herself together and replied. “Sacha talked me into getting counselling and found me a wonderful woman to give me guidance. I saw her once a week for well over a year, and she slowly got me to re-invent the person I was.”
“I wish you could have met this woman while we were together. It would have made a huge difference in our marriage,” I replied.
“An old cliché I know. But they say you have to reach rock bottom before you realise you need to change,” she responded. Then, with a hopeful look on her face, she asked. “Are you going to stay put in Cincinnati now, or are you off overseas again?” And before I could answer, she asked, “If you are staying a while, could we see one another sometimes?”
I hesitated, which was the wrong thing to have done, as I saw a pained, awkward expression cross her face. So I quickly responded with. “Of course. Sorry, my hesitating is because I haven’t decided yet what my next moves are work-wise. Of course, I would love to see you.”
She had actually thrown me into a turmoil of disturbing thoughts. Did I want to take up some sort of relationship with her again? My dick was telling me yes, but had she really changed? I didn’t want to return to those sleepless nights after awkward sex again. The arguments and snapping at one another all the time, I just couldn’t go there.
But the fact was I hadn’t been happy for the last year or more in Kuala Lumpur. The sex that was available over there had seemed amazing at first. Most of the young Asian women would do anything with a European guy, hoping to land themselves a husband. Even wives of ex-pat workers had thrown themselves at me. Yet the inclination for that slowly wore off and for the last year, I had been avoiding superficial relationships. I craved to find a decent steady woman I could settle with.
I pushed her again, “Can you tell me what has brought about this change?”
“I can try, but there are some things I don’t know that I should share. I don’t think you will be very happy if you know all that I have done.”
“Well, we are going to have to discuss it all sometime and get everything out in the open. I’ve not been an angel myself the last five years and not at all proud of many things I have done either.”
Maria looked me in the eye, “I’ll try then, but you have to share as well. Not tonight though, I don’t want to shock or disgust you and ruin the day for us at Sacha’s wedding tomorrow.”
We made small talk, finished our coffee, and I walked her to her room. At the door, she surprised me with a quick kiss, and before I could react, she slid in past her door and closed it. Walking back to my room, I was beset with confusing emotions. What did I want for my future, and foremost in my mind, what about the feelings in my groin that the kiss had given rise to?
I had paid for two suites on the top floor of the hotel. One being for Sacha and Gary, the other for myself. The idea was that we could use them for all the pre-wedding stuff. Changing clothes, bride and bridesmaids, makeup, etcetera.
The next morning was taken up with all these preparations. We had a light lunch brought up to my room for our family side of the wedding, starting at 3:00 p.m. that Friday afternoon. They had wanted a Saturday wedding, but all the good venues were booked more than a year in advance. It was held in a small wooden church five blocks from the hotel. After that, there were photos, then people milled around in the lounge bar at our hotel until we were called through to the wedding reception.
I was seated alongside Maria. We were sharing a table with Gary’s parents, and as I had surmised, I got along famously with Gary’s father. I wasn’t so keen on his younger brother though. The guy showed way too much interest in Maria, and what really ruffled my feathers, was that Maria seemed to be lapping up all his attention. Again, I marvelled at how stunning she looked. She wore a plain pink V-necked chiffon cocktail dress with ruffled sleeves. It showed plenty of cleavage, the hemline was well below her knees, but, it being semi wrap-around below the waist, split open and showed plenty of leg as she walked. I struggled to get a dance with her, as it seemed every male in the place wanted to get her onto the floor.
It was hard to believe she was now thirty-nine, soon to turn forty. More than one guy jokingly asked me if she was my daughter. Others made jibes about my having been a dirty cradle snatcher. Gary’s uncle kept making advances on Maria, and his wife embarrassed the hell out of me by making very obvious advances on me. I surmised she was just trying to piss off her husband.
Around 11:00 that night, when most of the guests had retired, Maria and I snuck away together. I asked if she wanted to go down to the house bar.
“No, let’s go to your room. We need some privacy if we’re going to talk. I want to hear your filthy secrets, that’s if I am to tell you any of mine. I don’t think we can be very open with a bar load of drunks around us.”
“And the fact they will be all hitting on you and pissing me off,” I replied.
Once in my room, Maria came and sat beside me on the settee. She cuddled into me and asked me to start first.
“This is bloody awkward. It feels a bit like kiss and tell, something I was always told to avoid in my youth.”
“Well, I have some pretty revealing secrets to disclose, so if you want the truth from me, then you have to be open as well,” she replied.
“Okay. The months after we parted are a bit of a blur. I know I slept with some women but I cannot remember much about any of them. Then I had a couple of relationships, but soon found they didn’t match up to you in many ways other than in bed. I also had a disastrous relationship with a married woman during this time and was lucky I didn’t get myself shot. It was this, more than anything, that convinced me to take the contract in Malaysia.”
I looked at Maria to see how she was taking all this and took a sip of my water.
“When I arrived in Kuala Lumpur, I found I had a two-bedroom apartment arranged for me. I didn’t have to buy any furniture, cooking utensils, sheets, towels, or anything. It also came with a three-day-a-week house-maid service, all paid for in the contract. This worked well for the first three weeks while I settled in. Then one of the other contractors mentioned to me one night at the local bar that he and a few of the other contractors had dropped the company maid service and hired another local outfit to do their cleaning. The benefits were that the new housemaid started at 4:00 pm, cooked your dinner, cleaned the apartment, and were more than open to a bit of sex before they left for the night. Of course, if you wanted the sex, you had to pay extra.”
Maria turned to me and raised her eyebrows, “So! You leapt at that like a hungry dog?”
“I did. But honestly, my main reason was not the sex. I had no intention of taking them up on that. I had never paid for sex in my life and had no intention of starting then. What attracted me most about it was getting my dinners cooked three nights a week. Also that they were there in the evening, and so I wouldn’t be sitting around all on my own.”
“You’re not going to try and tell me you didn’t sleep with the housemaids. I know you!” Maria whispered in my ear.
“I did. But as I say, I really wasn’t planning to. However, the first lady that turned up was quite attractive, and when I went to dismiss her, she made it very plain that she expected me to want extras, and to give her a good tip as she couldn’t survive on cleaners’ wages.”
I was surprised at Maria’s acceptance of what I had told her. She just wanted to know what they cost and how many nights per week I had them.
“Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and the going rate was $50 cash each night. They rotated the girls every week unless you specifically asked to keep the same girl. Some of the guys did this. In fact, one of the guys employed his lady full time, and I think he will marry her.”
I did not tell her everything though. I had taken quite a shine to one of my cleaners. She was a very slight, attractive woman from the Philippines. She literally fell in love with my cock, and would lie on my stomach after sex, telling me it was the biggest one she had ever seen. This really boosted my ego. My cock was above average, but certainly no eight-inch monster! She just laughed when I told her it was not that big. She would just waggle her little finger at me and say, “My husband, very small.”
I answered a few more questions Maria had, then asked her again what had brought about her transformation.
“When we parted, I tried to act as if I was okay, but I was devastated. I went home and stayed with my mother for a week. I tried to tell her it was my fault that we had split. But she would have none of it. She blamed you, said all men were bastards and only ever wanted one thing. I thought she would have mellowed since my father had died, but no way. She was a bitter, twisted old woman, and I decided there and then that I did not want to turn out like her.”
She paused, then started again.
“I came back to Cincinnati and spoke with Sasha. She was incredibly open with me about her own sex life and the fact that I needed to make huge changes to my life if I wanted to have any fulfilling relationships. As I told you last night, Sacha put me onto a counsellor she had met through university.”
The councillor, Miranda, worked with me once a week for the first two months, sorting out my guilt issues. I won’t bore you with details tonight, but it was mostly around my religious beliefs, my lack of self-esteem and the way I viewed sex. She soon had me feeling a little better about myself and not wanting to jump off a bridge. Then she asked if she could hypnotise me. I agreed, and at the next three sessions, I was put under.”
Maria took a sip of water and then related the next few months. She said Miranda had worked on the self-esteem issues that the hypnosis had revealed and that she had made very rapid progress with her confidence issues. Then Miranda had dropped a bombshell on her, telling her that she had revealed some pretty wild sexual fantasies in the final hypnosis session. And that to address these issues, she had a positive development course that she thought would help her.
The course had run for three weeks, some of it was online, but there were two live-in weekends at a retreat. It had been a real jolt to Maria. Some of the stuff they discussed was way out of her comfort zone, especially as there were five other women and two men on the course, and she was expected to reveal stuff that she struggled even to tell Miranda. There was also an assignment set where they had to research and write a thesis on a taboo sexual topic. Her topic was ‘wife sharing’. They had given her some sites where she could read erotic stories on the topic, and books that were recommended she get from the library. She had to write up her findings, both pros and cons. She admitted that some of the stories had gotten her very excited.
When she resumed her sessions with Miranda, she found that Miranda had specifically asked the course director to give her the assignment on wife sharing, as that had been the most dominant theme revealed in her fantasies.
The sessions with Miranda had continued, and they actually had become good friends. She took Maria out shopping and slowly persuaded her into buying a new wardrobe that was much more flamboyant and revealing. The next step was asking her to bars and clubs.
She admitted to me that she had spent a lot of money on all this counselling, but by this stage, Miranda was only charging her for her counselling session, not the shopping sprees or nights out on the town.
It took a few months, but finally, Maria gained the confidence to go to a bar on her own, dressed to kill. She got hit on, but Miranda had given her tools to deflect the men and keep herself in control of most situations. She found herself slowly getting more comfortable and looking forward to getting out of her apartment, meeting new people, and the attention she received.
I enjoyed having Maria cuddling into me again. I held her tight and said, “You know, there is nothing embarrassing about anything you have told me. I’m really impressed about the way you dress now and the confidence you show.”
“Yes, but I haven’t even come close to revealing anything outrageous yet. You sure you want me to continue?”
“Of course. It can’t be worse than what I have been up to, and it’s not like we were cheating on each other. Remember we are separated,” I breathed in her ear.
She turned to me and looked up to see how sincere I was being, then continued on.
“Miranda set me an assignment to write up a story about my having sex with someone. I was to pick a real person. Someone I worked with or met at a bar or club. I picked a guy from my gym as he had been hitting on me for weeks and I had been close to giving in to him.”
They had discussed the story at her next counselling session. Miranda had been enthusiastic about how good the story was and how it really turned her on. However, she pointed out that there were things in the story that did not happen in real life. Miranda came to dinner that night, and they spent the evening correcting and rewriting her story. She persuaded Maria to publish the story. It was a big hit, and she got lots of positive feedback.
With Miranda’s continued support, she picked out a doctor from her hospital and wrote a very dirty story about him. She didn’t particularly like the guy, so she really let her imagination flow. Again it received rave reviews on the story site, and for the next six months, she wrote a dozen more.
All the time Miranda was pointing out to her things that she was getting wrong. She kept pressing Maria to live out one of her stories for real to get some real-life experience for her stories.
She stopped and then again she looked up at me, “Are you really sure you want to hear more?”
I just nodded to her to carry on.
“Well, one afternoon at the gym, one of the young guys asked me out to dinner. I said no, but he kept pushing me, and I finally gave in. But I had a meal all prepared at home, so I asked him if he wanted to come to my place. I went home and set the dinner cooking set the table, I even found some candles. He arrived at about 7:00. Before we had even eaten, he had me on the floor, making love to me. After dinner, he made love to me again. It was really good. He was quite a good lover and managed to keep it up for an incredibly long time. It was the first time I ever remember having an orgasm.”
“Did you never have an orgasm with me?” I blurted out, not managing to keep the hurt tone from my voice.
“I don’t know; maybe I did. But I don’t really remember, as I used to shut myself off when we made love. I thought it was dirty, and only something that was my duty to do as a wife.”
“Are you still seeing him?” I said, still unable to keep the slight tone of hurt from my voice.
“No! I never saw the bastard again. It set my rehabilitation back by months. But Miranda was great. She talked me through everything and persuaded me to try again, only this time, I was to be the one dictating the terms and I was to make it clear it would be for one night only. We also made up a set of rules for these liaisons. The guy would have to wear a condom. The first guy hadn’t. I was worried for weeks about catching something. And she said to make sure they knew they had to be out of my apartment before midnight.”
“So you did try again?” I asked, this time managing to keep my voice under control.
“Yes, about two months later I asked another guy home. And I have had at least one guy home every week for over a year now. They have all been around twenty. Some have been great, some have been average. I’ve learned a lot about myself, and a hell of a lot about men. I’m a very different person to the woman you married Cory.”
She sat up, leaned back and searched my face for my reaction. “Are you shocked? Are you disgusted with me? Do you think I’m a slut, because sometimes I think I am?”
“Christ no!” I almost screamed out. “I’m fucking happy you have finally joined the real world. Look at me,” I said pointing down to my crotch, “I’m so hard I could punch a hole in a tin roof.”
Maria rubbed tears from her eyes, dropped her hand down to take a hold of my raging hard and said. “I’d like to have some of this again.” Then she whispered, “I think I could appreciate it much better now. Besides I haven’t had sex for over two weeks now.”
I didn’t mess around. I stood up, lifted her from the settee, and carried her from the lounge to my bed. This was not going to be some tender, loving makeup sex. I needed her urgently. I was going to have to be careful I didn’t hurt her. I was so horny. I just wanted to fuck her until she screamed for me to stop.
She was just as crazed as I was. She was that intent on getting rid of her dress, I saw a button pop off. Then I got the shock of my life. She didn’t have any knickers on. She was lying there clad only in her bra. Fuck me! She had been dancing with guys at the wedding all afternoon and had not been wearing panties. The recollection of her walking toward me at the wedding flashed through my mind. Her dress was parting in front with each step she took revealing a good foot of leg above the knee.
That vision tore apart the last vestiges of the gentleman from me; I was on her like an animal. I had gotten my shirt off but my trousers were only down to my knees. I didn’t waste time on my trousers. I just hobbled to the bed and forced her legs apart. I leaned over her, balancing on one hand and using the other to guide myself deep into her waiting open sheath. It did not surprise me at all that her cunt was sopping wet. I hammered home, right to the hilt, and then withdrew almost all the way out, before hammering home again.
I searched out her mouth and mashed down hard onto her lips. She responded like an absolute vixen, biting my lips, my tongue, and then she thrust her own tongue deep into my mouth. When she tilted her head to the side and cried out for me to fuck her harder, I nuzzled into her neck and then started chewing on her ear lobes. I remembered that that had always gotten a reaction from that when we were married.
I came far too soon. I knew I had been too quick for her to achieve an orgasm. But before I could apologise she rolled me onto my back, then squirmed her way down and took my whole deflating prick into her mouth. Drenched in her own juices, my cock was still leaking cum, she lapped up everything and swallowed, turning me on more than ever.
When she finally let my prick drop from her mouth and made to say something, I rolled her onto her back, then dived between her legs.
“No! she exclaimed. “I’m dirty. I’ve been leaking like a faucet all day. Let me go and have a shower.”
I ignored her and forced her legs apart. The animal in me was far from sated. I attacked her cunt with a vengeance, trying to get my tongue as deep as I could. I had never been down on a woman after I had shot my load before, but tonight this did not bother me in the slightest. I could taste my bleachy cum, but more importantly, I savoured her juices that were mixed in with it, lapping them up hungrily. Then pulling back and inserting two fingers into her, I attacked her clit with my teeth and tongue.
Maria went ballistic. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me hard against herself, then jerked her hips against my face until she let out a loud scream, and her body writhed and jerked around as an orgasm ran through her body.
She squirted! Fuck me. I had only ever had a couple of women squirt. Never in a million years could I have imagined Maria would squirt. Where the fuck had this woman been hiding! I had to lift my head up and check that it was not a dream and that I really was on the bed with my ex-wife.
We rolled apart onto our backs, trying to get our breath back.
She spoke first. “I’m so sorry for all those years we lost. Do you think we can try at a relationship again?”
I didn’t hesitate this time. “Sounds fucking great to me.”
“There may be some bumps on the way. You haven’t heard half of what I have done this year,” she whispered.
“There are always bumps. If the sex is anywhere close to what we just had I don’t care if you fucked the president. But don’t tell me any of your experiences yet as I’m buggered. And they turn me on too much.”
We lay and talked, mostly about the wedding. Who we had found interesting, etcetera. Then I brought up Cliff, Gary’s uncle. I didn’t like him at all, and not just because he was hitting on Maria all night.
“Would you have slept with Cliff, if I hadn’t been there? I didn’t like him much.”
“Probably. I’ve been working all year at finding out what presses my buttons. And some of the guys I have taken home I have not particularly liked, yet the sex with them was usually very good. What about you. Would you have slept with his wife? She was making me jealous the way she was pawing all over you.”
Her comments about sleeping with Cliff had put a knot in my stomach. I did not expect such honesty and had wished her to say, ‘Never in a lifetime.’ Or something like that. I replied, “I was not at all interested in his wife. In fact, she really embarrassed me. I guess she does it because of Cliff’s playing up.”
Maria turned and looked at me, “It’s the other way around I believe. More than one person told me she has not kept her legs together their entire marriage, and it was she that corrupted him into playing her amoral games.”
Her mentioning, that she may have slept with Cliff, and the thought that he was not a very nice person, for some reason made me horny. I was certain he would have been quite brutal with her, and I found myself getting hard again as I pictured that happening.
Maria must have noticed my prick swell and start to rise because she took a hold of it and gave it a few sharp strokes. She sat up, removed her bra and rolled on top of me. Resting a hand on my shoulder, she pushed up and straddled me, her butt a few inches above my waist.
I found my eyes drawn between her legs. She was shaved bare except for a strip of short pubic hair directly above her slit. I had not really taken that in earlier, and again my mind struggled to comprehend the change in my former conservative, prudish wife. I distinctly remember a couple of times that I had tried to get her to shave down there. I also took note of the fact that her mound was quite prominent, I guess this was to do with how fit she was now. God, she was beautiful.
I reached up and took a hold of those wonderful globes that hung in front of my face. They weren’t as firm or perky as they once had been but were better than anything I had handled in a very long while. A lot of the Asian girls were quite flat-chested.
“Don’t touch my nipples yet. I’ll tell you when you can. I’ve learned this year, that if they are pinched at the right moment, it really makes me cum hard.”
She dropped her hand down between her thighs, took a hold of my now very erect phallus and lowered herself onto me. The folds of her pussy lips spread apart as my knob was engulfed and she swung her hips back and forth, working herself down the full length of my shaft.
She leaned forward and flattened herself against my body. The heat from the well-lubricated walls of her vagina had me gasping for air. The exquisite feeling caused me to clench my bum, and reaching for her arse, I pulled her hard against me.
She searched out my lips and glued her lips to them. Her upper body was quite still, but her hips were moving in circles, from side to side, and then she jerked them up and down. A long-drawn-out moan escaped her lips and she lifted up arching her back as she worked herself towards another climax.
Over the next five minutes, she continued to rock her body, and force the nub of her clitoris against the pubes at the base of my cock. Then she upped the tempo and began to pump even harder against me. She drew her feet up so that she was almost squatting, opened her eyes and asked me to squeeze her nipples.
I reached up to caress her boobs, placed my thumb and forefinger around each nipple, and squeezed hard. Kneading them I felt her nipples stiffen and swell, even though I had thought they had been already fully erect. I felt ripples of pleasure running through her body and realised I was ready to explode as well. God, I couldn’t remember the last time I had had two ejaculations on the same night.
A second later, as she started screaming out for me to pinch harder, her vagina pulsed and squeezed tight around my cock and I felt her juices flooding between my legs. She had squirted again. This set me off so hard, that I arched my back and lifted Maria bodily up from the bed.
I looked down between my legs and saw that her clitoris was unhooded. It was being smashed against my mound as her strong climax consumed her. She let out a long, convoluted moan but kept bucking her hips against me until the spasms racking her body finally subsided.
Maria lay on top of me for what seemed an eternity as she waited for her breathing to resume some semblance of normality. I felt my cock shrivel and slip from her, and she let out a little sigh of dismay. I wished I was in my teens again because in those days I could maintain an erection, and I really did not want this to stop.
Finally, she rolled off and lay beside me. “Oh, Wow! That was incredibly good. The best I have had for a good while. I need to get up and go to bed now.”
“You could stay here for the night.”
“That would be nice, but I don’t want Sacha to know what we have done yet. We can tell the children after their honeymoon.”
She disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the tap running as she cleaned herself. She appeared moments later, fastening her bra. The top of her dress was a little more difficult as there were two buttons missing. Clutching the top together she came over and gave me a long kiss.
As she was heading out the door, she called out, “I’ll see you at breakfast about 8:00. We have a busy day tomorrow.”
I looked at the digital clock beside my bed. It was tomorrow already. The time was 1:35 am. I wondered if I would be able to sleep, but my last thoughts were; Sacha and Gary would have to be stone deaf If they did not hear our lovemaking.
The next thing I knew, there was banging on my door. Sacha was yelling for me to wake up. “Sleepyhead, breakfast is nearly finished,” I heard.
To be continued…
