Jo sat at the cash point in the supermarket cafeteria looking bored. She usually looked bored these days. Life was a shit. Yes, she should have listened to her mother, and yes, Mark was too old for her, and no, she should never have married him.
But she had made those mistakes ten years ago, and now she was paying for them. Mark had done nothing with his life. When they had met, he was full of big ideas. Over the years, she had realised that ideas were all he ever had, never actions.
It was the same with their sex life. It had been wonderful to start off with, but it had dulled over the years. He had lost interest apart from when he had taken a few drinks on a Saturday night, and if he didn't get too pissed, he might manage a quick fumble, and try to get it up her dry pussy before he fell asleep. It wasn't that she hadn't tried when things started to deteriorate. She had bought the sexy lingerie, she had made the bedroom nice with candles, and there had been some spark of life at first, but things had soon returned to their normal dull self.
Now she was getting desperate. She was only twenty eight, an attractive woman, and a woman with needs. It was difficult to have affairs in the small town of Benton without everybody knowing, so she had not gone down that route yet, but she had thought about it. There was some attractive young guys coming in to the cafeteria these days, and she could not help but notice the way some of them looked at her.
This week she was working a split shift: four hours in the morning and back at four for another three hours. She smiled at Trish as Trish came to take over from her. "It's a bit slow today. I'm glad to be getting away for a few hours." Trish smiled and slid up on to the stool Jo had vacated.
As she walked out, Jo pulled her collar up around her as it had just started to rain. She sprinted across to her car and quickly got in. As she arrived home, she saw Mark's pickup in the drive, so she left her car on the road as she knew he would want to get out.
The TV was on a sports channel and Mark was lounging in his usual arm chair, a can of beer in his hand. "Hi, luv," he said as she walked in. "We've been rained off. Hoped you'd come home as we could do with some food." She looked at the other person in the room and for a moment her heart leapt as she looked at the attractive young man seated on the sofa. "That's Chris," Mark spoke, not looking up from the action on the TV. "He's the boss's son. He's going to be my assistant for a month before he goes to college."
Chris smiled at Jo, flashing his white teeth. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Burton," he said politely.
Jo smiled at him. "Call me Jo," she said. "Everybody else does." She took off her damp coat and went through to the kitchen and began to prepare some food for them. She made two large plates of sandwiches which she brought through and handed to them. Chris thanked her for his sandwich, and Mark just grunted as he started to eat.
Jo ran her hands through her wet hair and she shivered. I need a nice warm shower, she thought to herself. She went up to their bedroom and began undressing. When she was naked, she slipped into her terry wrap and made her way to the bathroom. She hung her wrap behind the door and turned on the shower. Soon, she was standing under the hot water enjoying the sensation of being warm again. As her hands soaped her body, she began to enjoy the sensation. She cupped her breasts and remembered when Mark used to caress them. She rolled her nipples between her fingers and felt them harden under her touch. One hand moved down her body and cupped over the mound of her pussy. She sighed as one finger probed between the wet lips.
She suddenly thought about the two men downstairs. There was her husband, who had once been her ardent lover, but now it took him all his time to raise an erection once a week, and even then he couldn't sustain it. Then there was the attractive young Chris with the flashing smile. She guessed that he would have no problem sustaining an erection.
She probed deeper into her pussy, gasping as she felt the start of an orgasm. She pressed harder, her fingers rubbing over her clit as she worked them urgently in and out of her wet hole. When she at last came, she collapsed down on to the floor of the shower, clutching herself, with the water cascading down over her body until at last the spasms had passed.
At last she was able to get out of the shower. As she dried herself, she knew what she wanted. If she weren't getting sex from her husband, then she needed to get it from someone else. She wanted to feel the arms of a lover around her, to feel him caress her body, to feel him enter her with the urgency of a lover, to feel her body responding as his seed entered her. This was what she wanted and this was what she was going to have in any way possible.
Back in the bedroom, she stepped into a clean white thong and wrapped herself again in the terry robe. She tied it tightly around her waist. As she sat in front of the mirror brushing her hair, she began to make plans to entice the young man into her arms, but more importantly, between her thighs.
