“I booked a cabin for us in Cadillac, Michigan for three nights. This is our chance! Don’t say no! Just make my day and say yes!” I’m in the middle of making my husband breakfast on a normal Sunday morning when I get the text.
My heart started racing. I put the phone down and turned my attention back to the eggs frying in the pan, my mind whirling with a mixture of emotions.
Could I do this? I’m married, I’m fifty-three, I’m not sexy at all! I have so many doubts running through my mind I almost burn the eggs.
“Wendy!” my husband’s voice brings me back to the task at hand. “You’re burning my eggs. Fuck, can’t you do anything right, lately, and do something with your hair. I hate it. It makes you look like an old hag!”
My hands shake a little as I flip the eggs and butter his toast. A tear tries to roll down my face, but I quickly wipe it away.
What has my life become at fifty-three years old? I work full-time and I manage everything at home. My husband is disabled; we stopped having sex years ago, and the sound of my voice gets on his nerves. I feel broken and unloved. More importantly, I feel unwanted.
Could I have a three-day fling with a great, sexy man I met online? No, I shouldn’t do it; it’s wrong.
“Wendy, you can’t even make my eggs right, I said ‘over easy’,” he pokes his fork into the yoke and nothing comes out. “What a dumb bitch!” he covers them with ketchup. I grab my phone and go to the bathroom.
Tears are now falling down my face. I know I shouldn’t be doing this. I know it’s cheating, but I need to feel the hands of a man again, one that sees me as more than a maid, a cook, and a paycheck. I need to feel desired, even if it’s only for three days.
My hands are shaking as I read the text again. Just as I’m starting to respond to the text, another one comes through.
“Wendy, don’t second guess yourself. I want you, I need you, and I’ve seen your body multiple times. This is our chance, trust me!”
I can’t stop shaking, and then I’m yanked back to reality, “Wendy, bring me a pop when you come to get my plate, and hurry the fuck up, I want to take a shower!”
That was the last straw. I text back, “I will make it work!”
Within seconds, a huge smiling face emoji is on my screen. I’m smiling at the screen and then I put my phone in my pocket, wipe the smile from my face, and walk into the kitchen.
It’s mid-June and I have about three weeks to plan my getaway to Cadillac. I’m excited and terrified at the same time. I haven’t been with another man in over thirty-four years. I never thought I would be one of those women. I’m strong and independent, I don’t rely on a man for my happiness, but, living in this sexless marriage is taking its toll on me.
Over the years I have read so many summer-fling romance novels that I can picture how this will turn out in my head. But, for now, I need to stay focused. The planner in me needs to take over for now.
In the cabin with my secret lover is where I will let, “Mistress Contessa”, out to play.
The three weeks fly by. I spent some hidden, rainy-day money on a few sexy, nighttime outfits and some new panties and bras, plus a few new sex toys, massage oils, and a leather paddle. I hid everything in a box in the back seat of my truck. I tell my husband I am invited to an all-girls weekend, up north, over the Fourth of July. He hardly acknowledged me, as he has plans to go to a three-day dirt track race downstate.
Over the past few weeks, the communication between my “friend” and myself has intensified by one-hundred percent. We talk on the phone or over FaceTime whenever we can. He’s so excited, and that makes me feel at ease.
It’s finally here.
July second, he texts me at 6:00 a.m. in the morning, “Good morning, Beautiful. It’s a six-hour drive for me; I’m leaving now. Here is my route so you can follow along with me. Send me yours when you get on the road, too. I’m so horny and excited to finally hold you, Baby.”
I text my lover back, “I’m excited and nervous. I’m worried you won’t think I’m sexy.” I press send.
A second later, “Stop it, Sweetheart; I’m not him. I’m driving. I’ll text you when I stop for coffee. This is love, Baby, not just sex.”
That helped calm me down. I am in love. I deserve to feel love again, and I was driving two hours north to find it.
At 10:00 a.m., I said goodbye to my husband, put my dog and suitcase into my truck, and hit the road. We should arrive at the cabin at nearly the same time, or close to it.
Around noon, I pull into Hideaway Cabins, in Cadillac, Michigan. Lake Mitchell is shining brightly and the cabins are beautiful. I stop my truck at the office and check on his location; he’s five minutes out. I get out, put Echo on her leash, and walk to the dog run area. It’s a spacious, fenced-in area with no other dogs around. So, I unhook her leash and lean against the fence, watching her run around.
With your hard body pressing against me, your voice in my ear whispers, “Don’t move, I need to feel your body against mine.”
My cunt starts to drip in my panties and my mouth goes dry. You start kissing my neck, pushing every inch of you against me.
“You smell like wildflowers; mmm, it’s so intoxicating. I can’t wait to taste you, Baby.”
I start to giggle, your teeth nip my ear, “Let me kiss you.”
You spin me around, and our eyes lock. You take my hand and walk me to a huge shade tree. You lean against it and pull me into you. Your hand is rubbing my bare leg, then both hands are on my ass, squeezing it softly through the linen of my sundress. Your mouth captures mine; your tongue slides against mine. Our kiss is hot and electric, and sparks are flying between us. I can feel your cock, hard against me. You break the kiss only to suck my neck. I can feel your desire as your hands slip under my dress.
I pull back, “Handsome, we’re outside, in public!”
You’re reluctant to stop, but you do. “Of course, Baby. Get Echo and I will go check us in, OK?”
I smile at you as I’m not used to a man taking charge. “I’ll wait by my truck for you, Love.” The smile on your face is contagious. We look like love-struck teenagers.
A few minutes later, you come out with the keys to the cabin. You point at the largest one on the property, the one right on the lake. “I upgraded for my special lady, follow me down, Baby.”
We drive down to the cabin. I open my door, you scowl at me, and say, “You’re my woman this weekend, so I’ll take care of you.”
I laugh, at first, thinking you’re teasing me, but, to my surprise, you open my truck door and say, “Get in!”
I’m looking at you like you’ve lost your mind. You’re standing there waiting as I hand you Echo’s leash and I climb back into my truck. You shut the door and then you open it, take my hand and help me down.
I kiss you, “I’m not used to this.”
You say, “That breaks my heart, you should be treated like a queen.” I can’t stop myself from laughing, that was a mistake.
In the blink of an eye, I’m against my truck and your body is against mine, your eyes locked on mine. I try to look away, but you take my face in between your big hands, making me look at you. Your voice is stern, “Wendy, I’m not going to let you degrade yourself in my presence. Do you understand how much I want you, how I want you for myself, how I know how you deserve to be treated?”
All I can say is, “I’m sorry.” I’m shaking.
You hand me back Echo’s leash as you start grabbing our bags. You set the bags down as you unlock the door and push it open.
The cabin is spectacular! It has an open floor plan overlooking Lake Mitchell, a private beach, a hot tub on the private deck, and a boat dock. We decide to unpack and head into Cadillac to get some groceries, beer, and wine. We decide on some takeout for an early dinner and head back to the cabin.
After eating and unpacking, it’s finally time for some relaxation.
I don’t know what to do with myself as I’m feeling anxious. I know sex is coming, and I can feel the tension building between us.
You can tell I’m nervous, “Baby, go take a shower and I’ll meet you in there in a few minutes. I’ll take Echo outside for a walk.” What you said doesn’t slip by me. I nod and head to the bathroom.
The bathroom is stunning with an all-glass and marble shower. As I undress my stomach is doing flip-flops. I had gotten a Brazilian wax last week, so my pussy is completely bare. Every hair on my body, except my head, has been waxed or shaved off. I also got a spray tan. I hope I’m not a disappointment to you.
The shower is huge with two shower heads, a rainforest head in the middle, and it has music; it’s very fancy. I turn the water on and step in. The water relaxes me and I’m listening to the soft music, lost in thought. My eyes are closed as I’m washing my hair.
Your touch is soft and loving as you embrace me. Our naked bodies are finally together, and your strong arms are holding me against your hairy chest. My wet breasts are pressed against you, with the warm water cascading over us. You’re taller than me, so I rest my head on your chest, loving this moment. At last, I’m at peace with myself and my body, I want you, and I want you to fuck me.
“Baby girl, let me wash you.” You take the soap and washcloth and start to bathe me, both arms, around my breasts, my nipples, down my stomach, then, each leg, until you finally touch my pussy. You bend a little as you wash the outside, then you separate my outer lips, washing inside, rubbing the washcloth against my clit. I start to moan, holding onto you. You rub faster, sliding two fingers inside me, pushing me against the shower wall. You come up and tease and pull my left nipple into your mouth, as three fingers are inserted inside me.
“Don’t be shy, Baby Girl. Give me your first one, now. Scream and squirt for me.”
The pressure is building with each second. The way you’re sucking on my tit is making my cunt contract around your fingers.
I hear you moan, “Yesss, Yesss, Baby. Yess, now please give me what I’m craving. Now!”
You push hard and deep into my cunt and I grip you and scream as my cunt squeezes around your thick fingers. I’m squirting as my excitement gushes past your fingers onto the shower floor.
“Oh, Baby Girl. Oh, Baby Girl,” you keep saying over and over, and your cock is rock hard. “Can I fuck you, please, Baby, let me inside you right now!”
“Yes,” I whisper against your chest.
You turn me around, facing the wall. Your hand is on my back as you bend me over. I feel you spread my cunt as you slowly push your thick, wet cock inside of me.
“Mmm, that feels like warm silk on my dick,” you murmur against my skin. “Oh, Baby Girl, yes, yes, so right.”
Your cock, is sliding in and out, and your fingers are digging into my hips.
“Yes, my lover!” I say. “Fuck me!”
Faster and faster, your cock is burrowing deeper inside me until you squeeze my hips and push hard as your load erupts from you. Your hot, white seed dripping down my leg.
We’re both panting; you pull out and turn the water off. You grab a towel, wrap me in it, and then get one for yourself. We hug, kiss, and, arm in arm, we go to the bedroom. A huge, king-size bed is in the middle of the room. There is a large flat screen tv and comfy chairs.
The room is cold. We both drop our towels and snuggle under the fluffy, feather comforter.
“I want you again, Baby. I can’t help myself.”
“Then take me, handsome,” I say to you.
For the next hour, we fuck and play. We cool down only to heat up again. Our bodies are drenched with sweat as we both are exhausted from fucking and cumming. The room smells like sex.
I start to get up, but you grab me, “Stay put I’ll be right back.”
After you leave, I sneak into the bathroom. I want to freshen up, Oh, my Lord, I look a mess, but my make-up is still in the suitcase. I quickly try to fix my hair, but I hear you coming back, so I jump back into bed. As you come through the door, you’re caring a tray of snacks and drinks.
“You’re so sweet, Baby, I’m not sure how to act, since I’ve never been pampered before.”
“I told you, Baby Girl, I’m not him. Just love me and I will show you how a woman should be treated when she’s with a man that truly loves her.”
I can’t stop the tears. “Shhh now, sweet Kitten, have some water and a snack. Let’s take a little nap and then enjoy the Michigan sunset over this gorgeous lake.”
We do just that. Three hours later, I wake up to you playing with Echo on the bed, she loves you already.
We dress, me in light summer shorts and a t-shirt, and you are in shorts, no shirt.
The summer night is gorgeous. We decide on staying in, so you order pizza and salads to be delivered, so we can enjoy the sunset on the deck. We hold hands and talk. The pizza arrives just as the sun becomes blazing orange on the water. It is a perfect first dinner together. So relaxed, and comfortable with each other. But soon the mosquitoes chase us inside. We move to the couch with a bottle of wine and turn on Netflix. We find a sexy, love story and settle in for the night.
I must have fallen asleep. I hear you saying, “Baby, let’s go to bed.”
In a very soft sleepy voice, I say, “Yes, Love.”
You hug me tight, and then we get into bed as you tuck me in. The wine hit me hard, but you don’t mind, since we still have two more days together.
I wake up before you, as I need to let Echo out. So, I quietly detangle myself from your arms and slip outside with Echo. I’m wide awake and horny; do I let you sleep or do what I’m craving to do? I want to taste your cock again, feel your body respond to my mouth, my body.
As quietly as I can, I slip back into bed with you, naked. You’re on your back, nude. There’s just enough light coming through the window so I can see your shaft. It’s soft and my mouth is watering to taste you.
My fingers lift your cock, and my tongue softly licks the tip, like a lollipop…lick, lick. Then, to my glee, I watch as it bobs looking for more attention. My wet tongue glides down your shaft and over your heavy balls, underneath them, all around, and then back up the shaft, sucking on the veins as I reach your tip again. Once I reach the tip, your cock is fully hard and standing up, but I’m not rushing this. This is more for me than for you.
Sucking your skin, it touches my teeth. The friction as I move up and down is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You’re trying to stay still, but, as your cock grows, so does your need to touch me. To your surprise, I have shackled your wrists together!
I’m grinning as I hear your surprise, “You little mink!”
I’m laughing as I say, “Call me, Mistress Contessa!”
“Oh, fuck. I wondered when she would appear and my sweet Baby Girl would disappear and the naughty Mistress Contessa would take over.”
My voice is deeper, darker, and sexier. “Are you frightened by me, a mere woman?”
“I know what you’re capable of, Mistress. I was not expecting you so soon.”
My hands are now encircling your aching shaft, “Tell me, Boy, are you ready for your desire? “
Your voice is soft now, as every fantasy you ever told me is now rushing through your mind. You wanted to be pegged. You wanted to feel your cock caged, straining against it. You wanted me to control your orgasms. Now, you’re so excited your cock starts dripping cum from the tip.
My tongue catches the liquid. I look at you and you watch as I let it roll off my tongue back onto your cock and then you moan as I lick it off again. hen, I blow your mind. Over the next fifteen minutes, I keep edging you, bringing you close to orgasm by sucking your cock, only to stop and cool you down with ice. I cruelly bring you to boiling, again, over and over, until you beg for release.
I finally say to you, “Should I let you come now my pet?”
You’re practically begging me. “Yes, oh fuck, please, yes!”
I slap your balls hard. “Yes, who?”
You moan loud, “Mistress Contessa!”
With that, I slip my wet, dripping cunt over your shaft and contract my muscles around you. I start riding you hard. You can’t hold it, you groan and moan and shoot your thick load inside me.
Your legs are twitching as I stand over you. I command, “Catch your cum.” The white fluid slowly drips from my cunt to your tongue and you swallow every drop.
You’re panting, I’m smiling, standing over you naked, “Guess what, my pet?
“What, Mistress Contessa?”
“I’m only getting started.”
I move off the bed and return with a cock cage, a blindfold, and a strap-on cock. Your eyes bulge and your pulse quickens. The first is the cock cage. Your cock is hard still, so you wince as I push it to the side. I want to see your fear and excitement as you watch me get harnessed to the strap-on. The cock is big and thick, about eight inches. You watch as I smear lube all up and down the shaft. Your cock strains in its cage and then you feel my finger on your ass.
Now, it’s time for the blindfold. I put it over your eyes and I say, “The safe word is ‘red’. Do you understand, My Toy?”
“Yes, Mistress Contessa.”
“Once you feel the tip at your hole, use the safe word if you want me to stop. If you don’t, I’m fucking you.”
“I’m going to remove your restraints, now. I need you to hold your knees to your chest. Beg me for it!”
“Please fuck me in the ass, Mistress Contessa. I need it!”
I slap your ass hard, then add more lube. I wait, letting the anticipation build until you beg for it! I push the tip, just touching the skin of your ass, waiting, then, very slowly push with enough pressure until it pops and the cock head slides in. You groan and push against it, but I’m pushing against you. I let your ass adjust to it and then I let loose, fucking you as you have dreamed about. Then, when I know you’re at the breaking point, I let your cock free.
I let you shoot your load onto my tits, for a reward well done. Now that you’ve emptied your balls for the second time this morning, it’s time to get you in the shower and get you food and coffee. You’re lying on the bed with a strange look on your face as I’m wiping you clean.
“Baby, was that too much?” my tone is concerned.
“Is… Is she gone?” you stutter.
“Mistress Contessa is gone. Yes, she’s gone.”
I watch as your legs flop down after being released; you are dazed by what happened.
“How do you feel my love?”
“My ass is sore, but I loved it. And I can still taste my cum that dropped out of your pussy.”
After our hot morning sex, we both shower. I walk across the street to the local bagel shop and buy some bagels, coffee, and juice while you walk Echo. After breakfast, we decide to take a drive to Mackinaw City, and maybe take a boat ride to Mackinaw Island. You read about it while researching cabins. We pack a few essentials and Echo, and we head out for a day of adventure. During the two-hour-long ride, we hold hands and talk about our lives, our jobs, and our desires. I feel so happy at this moment.
We stop just shy of the Mackinaw Bridge, at a scenic spot, so Echo can stretch. You’re holding me as we watch her play. You start biting my neck, pushing against me, and I can feel your cock pushing against my ass.
“Tonight, it’s my turn,” you tell me.
You slap my ass as you whistle for Echo. She comes to you and I just shake my head and smile. We cross the bridge and park your car at the boat dock. We take the thirty-minute ferry ride across to Mackinaw Island and sit on top, feeling the rush of wind. No cars are allowed on the Island, only horses and bikes. It’s a huge tourist destination.
The look on your face when you see all the people and the hustle and bustle is priceless. There are fudge shops, hotels, bars, restaurants, and everything you can imagine.
I grab your hand. “Let’s stroll for a bit, Baby, then I’ll buy us lunch.”
You squeeze my hand. “You’re my woman. I’ll buy lunch and anything you want. Don’t do that again!”
“I’m sorry, Love, just a habit, I guess.”
You kiss me passionately, slap my ass, and we start exploring the Island. You buy us fudge and saltwater taffy. We take a horse and buggy ride while eating ice cream. Then, we decide it’s time to have a late lunch at the Prancing Pony, before taking the ferry back to the car.
We both order huge burgers and fries. You have a beer and I’m having a Bloody Mary. The place is packed but the service and food are outstanding. We get our food and dig in, as we are both starving. There’s no awkwardness between us, it’s so natural and easy.
I catch you looking at me. “What, Baby?” I ask.
“You’re an amazing woman, and you don’t even know it.”
“I’m not, but thank you, Love. That means a lot to me.”
“After we eat are you ready to go, or is there more to see?”
“I’m ready, Baby, if you are. We’ve seen everything.”
“Perfect, if you’re finished, let’s go. I’m anxious to get you in bed.”
“You make me laugh, Baby.”
“I’m going to make you beg and scream tonight, Sweetheart, trust me.”
Your tone leaves no room for disagreement and I start to shake.
We catch the next ferry back to your car, gather all of our treasures, and drive back to Cadillac. It’s nearly nine o’clock by the time we reach the cabin. We stop and pick up some sub sandwiches for an easy dinner.
“Tomorrow, we are dressing up and having a fancy dinner, my love. No wiggling out of it, as I want to see you in the dress, I bought you.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say very sweetly.
The day was perfect, a fairy tale. We unpack our souvenirs and sub sandwiches and head into the cabin. We take our dinner to the deck and sit and listen to the night creatures as the sun sets.
We decide that tonight we’ll use the hot tub. I change into my suit while you get the drinks ready and then, I wait for you outside. You come out in your swim trunks with a grin on your face. I watch as you slide them off and then jump into the bubbling water.
“Your turn, Sweetheart.”
I look around, smiling, and slip out of my suit and follow you into the hot tub. My body relaxes against yours. You lean over me and kiss me on the forehead. I reach up and pull your head to me.
“I love you. How did I get so lucky to find you, Baby?”
Your voice is so sincere as your reply, “We are both lucky, my love, and I will never let you go. Would you like a margarita, Baby?”
“Yes, please, handsome man.”
We sit in the hot tub, naked, and I’m leaning back against you. You’re nuzzling my neck and casually fondling my tits and nipples.
“You woke something in me, Wendy,” your voice is deeper.
“What is that, Baby?” I ask with a slight tone of apprehension.
“The Dom side that wants you to submit to me, and to me only.”
You start pinching my nipples and stretching them. My eyes widen as I start to moan. You then release them and smack my tits. I don’t see what you have in your hand until I feel the touch of leather and hear the click of the latch as you fasten the collar around my neck.
“Kitten, it’s your turn, my sweet lady, you’re mine.”
You fasten a leash to the collar and we get out of the hot tub dripping wet.
There was a hanging plant in the bedroom, but you’ve removed the plant, beforehand. You stretch my arms over my head, hooking my hands together with the shackles I used on you. I’m stretched and I’m on my tiptoes. You watch as the water drips off me. My nipples are hard from the cold air inside the cabin. Your eyes scan my body before drying me off. You grab a towel and start rubbing my nipples and pussy very slowly. You can feel me getting more turned on and you stop and walk away.
I can’t move since you have me cuffed. Your mouth sucks on both nipples, teasing them while rubbing my cunt. I start moaning and I can feel my hairless cunt dripping down my legs. I start pulling against the restraints.
“Take a deep breath, Kitten, to calm down. This is going to last all night.”
You spread my cunt open and insert a remote-controlled vibrator and keep it on a low steady buzz. I’m shaking and quivering and I can’t control my body. My eyes grow large as I watch you clipping nipple weights to both of my large nipples. There’s a gleam in your eyes as you turn the remote-controlled vibe up and down. I’m cumming in little bursts, as my body feels the faint pulses of energy shooting through it.
I can see your cock getting harder as you watch me. You’re stroking your thick hard shaft. “Kitten,” you tell me, “I’m going to release you and then you’ll kneel on the floor.”
As I kneel before you, my eyes are on your eyes. You take the collar and pull my head back and push your cock inside my mouth. You’re fucking my throat and hard, as your heavy balls slap my chin.
Without warning, you pull out and pull me up. You pull me to the couch on my hands and knees. You are hurriedly trying to lube your cock. Then, I feel pressure in my ass as you push your rock-hard cock against it until it pops inside my ass. You’re pushing inside my virgin, tight hole, pulling me back against your shaft until your balls are against me.
Thrusting in and out a few more times before pulling out and turning me over, you grab my feet, putting them on your shoulders. You fuck me hard and fast, over and over. Your balls fill up, and you cum so hard. It feels like a gallon of sperm is inside me. You leave me with my legs up, you’re secretly trying to breed me.
Every inch of my body is sore. I have been fucked. I have been made love to. I’ve done things I won’t speak about.
They say all things are fair game when two people are in love. But, do the same rules apply when you each wear a wedding ring that belongs to someone else?
We’re both quiet this morning; we make love, silently. We don’t fuck, we just let the passion and love build and build until we both come at the same time. We let the passion fill our bodies as the love for each other replenishes our hearts. It’s all we have now, as we both know that this won’t happen again. It’s a cruel reality, but we both knew it when we decided to meet here at the cabin.
I’m standing next to my truck. I’m packed and Echo is already inside. You lock the cabin and walk towards me. You stop and just look at me. Then, in a few steps, you have me crushed against you.
“I don’t want to let you go, Wendy. This is breaking my heart.”
“Me too, Baby. We knew it would come to this. I will always love you.”
“Wendy, don’t say it, please. Don’t say it’s over. We can still be friends.”
“I’ll never love another man, but it’s what we must do. We agreed, Baby.”
“But that was before I realized how much I want you in my life.”
We’re both crying. One last passionate kiss and then I’m climbing in my truck. Tears blur my vision and I can’t look at you. I slowly drive away, sobbing, broken-hearted.
