I watched his car until he drove out of sight. Yes, I know, they say it's bad luck. In my case, it was bad longing. I longed to see him turn around and come back to me. Yearned to feel his touch and taste his skin again. Hungered to be the aggressor with him, to take charge of his pleasure and give him what he'd just given me. I watched for a few seconds more after he turned the corner. He wasn't coming back. I knew he wouldn't. Couldn't. He knew that he couldn't be here when Kyleigh got home. And speaking of my daughter returning, I need to get my shower in before she walks through the door. I smell like sex. My bedroom probably smells of sex as well.
I stripped the linens off my bed and threw them in the wash. As I leaned forward and pressed the 'Start' button on my washer I flashed back to all the times my husband and I had sex in our laundry room back East. There's no sensation quite like riding your man's cock while he sits on the washer and it goes through its spin cycle.
I need to save up some laundry for next Monday,
I thought to myself with a grin.
Realizing Kyleigh would be home soon, I broke from my reverie and headed to my shower. As the water warmed, I grabbed a spray can of air freshener and walked through my bedroom, spraying as I went. The stuff is supposed to cleanse the air of odors. I wonder if that includes the smell of cum. If not for my daughter, I wouldn't be trying to rid my room of his scent. Those sheets would have stayed on my bed and I would sleep where he had laid. Until today, I hadn't realized how much I miss the touch of a man, the feel and taste of a cock, the exquisite release of an orgasm when you're stuffed full, and the thrill of feeling his seed slithering out of you.
I gave the water a final adjustment and stepped under the spray. My skin was still tingling with the thrill of what I'd done today, and I stood there letting the water run over me as I ran my hands over my skin. I closed my eyes and imagined he was here with me, our naked bodies touching. I imagined my hands were his as I caressed my breasts. I pinched my nipples, hard, harder! A moan escaped my lips and my knees started to buckle. I needed more of him.
Kyleigh's room is just on the other side of the shower wall, and I heard her there. She's home from classes. I became intentional about my shower now, soaping my body, and washing my hair. It still feels erogenous, but I have purpose now and I put the naughty thoughts out of my mind. When I finished, I toweled off and dried my hair. About then, Kyleigh pecked on the door.
"Mom? Can I come in?"
"Sure babe, come in."
"Hey. Why are you just now getting your shower?" she asked.
"Oh, I got so involved with what I was doing this morning that I just forgot about it."
"Wow, must have been exciting work?"
"Very," I said as I turned away from her to hide my blushing.
"How were classes today?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Okay, I like my Monday classes. It's Wednesday classes that suck."
"Well, I'm sure you're doing your best in all your classes."
"Your computer wasn't on the kitchen island like I expected," she said, trying to seem nonchalant.
"Oh, I decided to put it away before I took my shower. I got so much done already, I figure I deserve a break. I'll work a bit more after dinner."
Yeah, right. I got NO work done today. I need to work a few hours after dinner, and still, tomorrow is going to suck. I'll be backlogged all week, just because I needed to get laid. Of course, I don't regret it one bit. Next week is going to be the same, all because I need him. I need him to fuck me hard next week. I've had gentle, now I need to be used like a slut.
Am I a slut?
I wondered? I decide that I am not, because 'slut' implies I have many sexual partners. I only have one, and now that I've had him, I crave more.
Fuck! Waiting until Monday is going to be HARD!
I fixed dinner while Kyleigh finished her homework. I hummed as I chopped vegetables for the stir fry I was making. My mood was much different from what it had been. It's amazing how much better you feel after getting laid. I'm sure that my brain is still swimming in oxytocin, that pleasure chemical responsible for the feeling of relaxation and reduced stress after a good cum. It's been so long since I've felt this way, and humming would be a dead giveaway if Kyleigh heard. She would know something was up since I haven't hummed in years.
She's probably not heard me humming since she was seven. Back then, Steve and I were trying to get pregnant again. We wanted a second child so Kyleigh would have someone once we were gone.
Back then we behaved like rutting animals. Sex four times a week was common, as was a pillow under my hips to keep his cum from draining out. Not only did we have sex frequently, it was great sex. Steve never failed to give me multiple orgasms, exhausting me every time. But something was missing.
I enjoyed having his cock in my mouth and loved the sense of power that comes with pleasing a man that way. Over the years I had spent hours with my lips and tongue roaming my husband's manhood, my eyes locked to his in a lustful stare. I learned to love the taste and smell of his seed, and the sounds he made when his release overwhelmed him.
But he never returned the favor, never let his tongue roam my folds. Not once had he kissed me with my scent on his breath. Not that I didn't ask for it. He just said that he didn't like it. I felt rejected, and a bit put out by his lack of effort. I sucked him off, swallowed his cum, and he couldn't even kiss my pussy? Really?
That was the one thing that bothered me about our marriage. We were in no way equals. He was the head of the household and he wanted things done his way. I was expected to do whatever it took to please him, but my needs and desires were always an afterthought.
It wasn't just in the bedroom where he behaved that way. Even in everyday life, he did what he wanted, and I was expected to take care of his needs. The house, our daughter, meals; all my domains. When I took a job outside the house I thought he would help me more. That didn't happen. I suppose in retrospect that a second child was a horrible choice.
After a year of trying to get pregnant, I went to my doctor. She ordered a slew of different tests and when the results came back, I was devastated. She discovered I have a clotting disorder that could result in a stroke, or worse, if I was to become pregnant again. After much discussion, Steve and I decided that I should undergo a tubal ligation, permanent sterilization. We had Kyleigh tested, and fortunately, she did not inherit the gene.
The next few months were a roller coaster of emotions for me. I underwent counseling for my mental health. The realization that I would never have another child, after trying so hard for a year, was devastating. It took me two years to work through counseling and get my life back on track.
My marriage never got back on track. Our sex life waned, and Steve became less attentive to me in general. It was as if Kyleigh and I lived together, but he was also in the house. Like a boarder, not truly engaged in our lives. We talked about it, but never really understood each other. We did agree that a change might do us good, and you know what happened then.
So here I am, having a fling with my daughter's hunky young friend. Though I've only been with him once, I feel more alive, more sexually satisfied, than I have in years! I'm almost giddy, but I reigned in my feelings because I can't let Kyleigh know.
Over dinner we talked about her day, and how her first semester was going. Then, she changed the subject to her birthday party. She went on about how she loved the event, and how thankful she was to have me as her mom. She even told me details about losing her virginity to Adam. That surprised me a bit. Other than 'the talk', she had never spoken about sexuality with me, and every time I brought it up, she changed topics.
