Mae Write

By Cabot DeWine

I decided to join a writers group to help me stay on track with my goals. This wasn't a class where you have to read what you wrote, it was a much more relaxed arrangement. Mostly it was about meeting up, exchanging pleasantries, then doing some quiet writing for an hour in the evening over a drink of coffee or alcohol. For some who need more structure it wouldn't work, but for people who want more than a coffee shop, but less than needing to put your rough work out there, it was worth it.

I liked the casual nature and light structure. I just didn't feel like reading my work before a group when I knew I would probably be the best writer, or in the top 3, most weeks. Most in the group were going to be amateurs who never got anything published. But they were good company, and the shared experience of writing in the same space helped keep me more productive and less distracted.

Of course I left open the possibility of meeting a woman there, as many women no doubt thought about meeting a guy there. Writers aren't as notoriously horny as theater troupes, but sex drives a lot of creative endeavors, and it would for me.

#

One week Heather came by. She was a mid-40s woman, attractive and well put together.

She was one of those women who had gotten married young to an older man, put her dreams on hold while she raised some kids, and took a job below her education so her husband could have a greater career. Like many men with all that privilege, he didn't appreciate all that she did to prop him up, and it all blew up when a jealous cocktail waitress expecting him to leave Heather made a scene at a work party that embarrassed everyone there.

Her husband couldn't stay in the same job with the whisper network. His coworkers, ready to concoct any story to get ahead, were more than ready to use this against him. Never mind they were all in violation of so many company policies against sleeping with subordinates. This was kept below the radar and used for leverage later. Mutually assured career destruction kept things diplomatic. But when a low-class trainwreck interrupts the retirement party for the CFO all bets are off.

For Heather, it was heartbreaking, but not a shock. She'd known, but never had the nerve to confront him or to cheat herself. She went along for the kids, who luckily were all in college with untouchable college funds. She had seen them to adulthood, and was no longer obligated to keep up the show.

She got the house, which her husband agreed to so he could sell the vacation home and start over again in Miami. Her husband's CEO still liked him, and made some introductions to get him interviews. So he was gone, the kids were gone, and she had more time to herself.

This writers group was her return to her desire to be a writer. She had wanted to be Joan Didion, a mix of memoir or novel, though she expected a much richer life experience than she got. Now she was beginning to pick up the pieces and seeing what she could make of it.

#

When the silent writing portion ended and the post-writing chit-chat began, I made my way over to the group she was in. One-by-one the others began to step away as they headed home, to other engagements, or to hit up another bar with a different energy. As more moved away I was able to engage more with Heather, and increased my flirting as we remained the only two left.

"Would you mind if I get another glass of wine?" she asked.

"Of course not," I said, knowing I had assured her company for a while longer.

We sat together and talked some more. We both gave each other the polite, most positive version of our stories as we could in this quasi-date moment. My hand rested on her thigh first. She reciprocated by leaning in to me.

She checked her watch at about 10PM.

"Sorry, but I have to go," she said.

"I'll walk you to your car," I said.

I saw her to her car. We stood by her door, and she was at a loss of what to say. I took her hand and gave it a kiss.

"Mind if I sit in your car for a minute?" I asked.

"Okay," she said.

I got in the passenger seat and she got in the driver's seat. I took her hand again. She looked down. I put my other hand forward to lift her chin. I leaned in and we kissed.

It became a make out session. Her mouth was hungry for long-denied intimacy, and it gave an arousing energy. Which was perfect for the plans I had for it.

I moved her hand onto the outside of my pants. My erection was obvious, and she began to stroke it through the fabric.

I unbuttoned my pants and undid the zipper. She didn't need any instruction to move her hand inside. I slid my pants down. She began stroking my cock.

I broke on the kiss and looked her deep in the eyes.

"Go on then," I said.

She leaned over as I guided her head to my cock. She had it positioned and ready by the time she got there. Her mouth consumed it in one fell swoop. It had been a while since she'd been here, but she hadn't forgotten how to take a cock down her throat.

I let her go at it first without guidance, to see how she would do it. She took long, slow motions, savoring it. It was the method of a woman who hadn't had any sort of intimacy for a long while and thought it might not come for a long while again. She had to make it last and get all the pleasure out of it.

I let her do it, then. She had no way of knowing if I would stick around or if this was one and done. I am not the person to leave a lover high and dry with one-night stands if there is more that they need. And I knew she needed a lot more. But I wasn't going to give it away right then.

I slowly began to stroke her hair and moan to let her know she was doing a good job. I couldn't see her face, but her quickening pace and tongue work showed the power of positive reinforcement. She wanted to please, to be desired. And I would let her know she was.

I turned the hair strokes subtly into directing her. I pulled her head back so her tongue worked on the tip of my cock some more. After a minute of that I pulled her head back, then angled it, so my cock was out of her mouth and her tongue slid up and down my shaft. With her hand she started to fondle my balls.

"Mmm-hmm," I said.

She knew what I meant. Her lips found my scrotum and she began kissing, before her tongue came out. She lapped up every centimeter of skin.

"Wetter," I said.

She let her mouth water and got my balls even wetter. It wasn't for myself that I asked that. I was having pleasure enough. But I knew she was at the point where she wanted nothing more than to bury her face into her work, to lose all sense of propriety and perfection, and just worship this phallus with her face. With us being in a car in a semi-public situation, it didn't make for the sort of situation where she could go full bore. But I could whet her appetite with as much as we could do here.

"Mouth," I said.

With that she eagerly took my cock in her mouth again. There was no more hesitation, no more savoring. She either knew this wasn't a blow-and-go situation, or she no longer cared, but now she wasn't going to try and hold back. She wanted this cock in her mouth, she wanted to show she was still sexy, and she wanted her throat coated in cum.

She wanted to be a goddess.

Like licking my balls, this was deep, sloppy and sensual. From her enthusiasm I got the idea, (and maybe it was a premonition) that if gives a small army of men surrounding her with their dicks out she would hungrily sucked off each and every one, then come back for seconds.

In her enthusiasm she accidentally gagged herself. She came up for air and to clear her throat. She turned her head to the side and coughed. When she calmed down I took her by the hair and began to tap the side of her face with my cock.

"Pace yourself," I playfully scolded her.

She smiled greatly as I slapped each cheek, her nose, and forehead with equal measure.

"This is only an appetizer. There'll be plenty of more chances," I promised her.

I put my dick back to her lips.

"Now let's finish up. In case you've forgotten, you're still blowing me in a parking lot,"

With that, she got back to work, now aimed toward finishing me off. No longer savoring or sloppy, she was mission minded to make me cum. I was also allowing myself to relax and receive. I knew all I needed to know for now, and I knew I would have the pleasure to fuck her many more times. Now time for my reward.

It was two more minutes of a blowjob before I came.

"Get ready for it," I said.

I shot my load in her mouth, feeling the head of my cock covered in warm cum. My cock was still in her mouth as she took the first swallow, and the feel of her tongue caused my cock to spasm and spurt another load.

"That's it, swallow," I said.

She kept my cock in my mouth while she drained the last of my cum out of me. By the time she took my cock out it was spent and mostly limp. She was efficient and clean with her swallowing skills. It was a damn shame it'd been so long since she'd been able to use them.

I kissed her forehead.

"Amazing," I said.

"Thank you," she said.

I put a hand on her thigh.

"I'm going to need you on your bed and properly comfortable when I eat you out," I said, giving it a squeeze.

"When?" she asked.

"When are you free?" I asked.

"This weekend," she said.

"Perfect," I said.

I could have eaten her out there in the car, but it wouldn't have been much fun. I could have gone home with her, but she would be self-conscious. She would need to prepare and get mentally ready.

Besides, with the delay she had days to think about it, to fantasize deeply, and to work up an appetite. By the time we met I could easily get her off in 30 seconds if I wanted to.

Luckily, I didn't want to. Neither would she. And in the buildup of sexual tensions it would break the barriers of propriety. There was more than just the desire to be the blowjob queen. Deep, forbidden desires that could only come when the barriers were broken. Come too soon and the walls would hold. I didn't even know how much I would find behind those walls, but I knew how to breach them. Patience, and delayed gratification, were the key.

#

I went to her place that Saturday. I brought a bottle of wine. She had ordered in a meal for us. We ate outside in her backyard. She has a large, amazing house, perfect for entertaining. I doubt her ex-husband imagined it would be used for this purpose. He was the sort to host his affairs in hotels or apartments he rented for his sugar-babies.

We had a wonderful conversation over dinner and wine. That is when I learned more about her backstory and how she ended up divorced and in the writers meet-up.

"Honestly, I don't know if I had divorced my ex when I first found out if I would have done the class. My kids were still at home and I think I would have lost the desire to do it while I had to deal with them at home," she said.

"Which would have left you to dating apps, a far less inspiring place," I said.

"That's good. You can focus on being a MILF instead," I said.

She smiled.

"Trust me, I know that I wouldn't do too bad on that front. When I dropped my kids off I did get looks and calls from a few of the guys," she said.

"Have you thought about going back to school?" I said.

"Maybe..." she said.

"You'd do well," I said, "Maybe make sure it's not the same one your kids want to go to. Could get weird."

"What do you think this is... you and me?" she asked.

"I don't see this as something full time, if I am being honest," I said, "This is something casual. I'm turned on by the fact that you are in a stage of restarting your life. I want to be the one that can get to do the things you didn't think were possible. You already went to the writing group, and you did a car blow job. I want to help renew your sex life, but I'm not looking to marry or become a step-dad."

She nodded.

"Okay, so long as we're clear. I'll admit, I let myself get swept off my feet there. I just need to know whether this is the sort of thing where I need to think about the future, or just think about my needs," she said.

"As long as you consider my needs as well," I said.

"Trust me, I have always been into giving pleasure," she said.

"Good, because my pleasure comes from bringing out the forbidden fantasies you have, as well as pushing your boundaries so you're not held back," I said.

"I do have some things I have fantasized about lately that I would never have even thought possible, if I hadn't heard a friend of mine had done them," she said.

"Who is this friend of yours?" I asked.

"My friend Emily also got divorced. We were friends who met right after college. We were in the same apartment complex and hung out all the time. She married and ended up moving to Seattle with her lawyer husband. He did a lot of tech deals. She got half his stock holdings when they split, so she's more than set up for money. She didn't even think of working again. She did go back to college on her own interest," I said.

"And I am guessing she was more than flattered by the younger men's attention," I said.

"More than flattered," she said, taking a nervous sip of her wine.

"More?"

"I guess you could say battered?" she said.

"Hmmm? BDSM?"

"No, more like bukkake," she said, "A flirtation with two frat brothers that started at the library, went through the campus dive bar, and ended with an orgy in the bedroom of the frat house. She was the only woman among the group of guys."

"So when you think about going back to school..." I said.

"I mean, I don't see myself paying tuition just to have that experience. Though Emily did tell me I should come out sometime..."

I saw her nervously touching her phone.

"Did she send you some pictures of her escapades?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, "She hoped it would tempt me."

"I like Emily already. Maybe I will one day be lucky enough to meet her too," I said.

She smiled.

"So, I guess knowing that she did what she did, it made blowing you in the car so much easier," she said, "I didn't know if you would just be done with me then, but I had to take the chance, to practice saying yes."

"You did a good job, then," I said, "You followed direction well. And it's the first step to reaching your goal."

"Yes," Heather said, "But a car blowjob and a gangbang are still miles apart."

"It's a lot closer than you think," I said, "And now I'm locked in to getting you to that goal. What are the obstacles between here and there?" I asked.

"I guess my sex life with my ex was relatively conventional. He did all the new kinky stuff with his little fuck toys. I don't know what's worse -- if he was afraid to ask me, or simply didn't even think to ask me," she said.

"You won't be rejected by me or the boys your Emily has in her stable. What are some of the things you want to learn?"

She sipped her wine before answering.

"I did anal stuff with my ex, on birthdays, but I found texts where he mentioned getting his ass licked. He praised her skills there. He also had a biting fetish he never did with me. He loved to bite their butts, though one complained he never reciprocated on the rim jobs," she said.

"Okay. Not a problem," I said.

She smiled.

"I've never done so much as a threesome," she said, "So the idea of being penetrated in several holes at once is something I want to practice."

"You have the sex toys for that?" I asked.

"I do, but it's harder to do that when you have to be in control of the phalluses," she said, "I want to practice being taken. Having a man take control would help."

"Your friend Emily will be there as well. Are you ready for that?" I asked.

"I did lesbian once. Not with Emily. Another friend. We went on a trip to watch a tennis tournament and hoped to find an affluent man or men to take care of us for the weekend. Sadly, too many were married and there with their wives. We drank about our rotten luck. I knew she'd done stuff before, with her college tennis teammate. A few drinks and stuff happened," Heather said.

"Okay, no problem," I said.

"Maybe we can arrange something ourselves?" she asked.

"Of course," I said.

We kissed and began making out. We moved our action inside. We found our way to the bedroom.

Making out led to moving down her neck and stripping her naked. First went her top and bra. I took her breasts in hand and played on them while I kept kissing her neck. I kissed down her cleavage before taking one nipple in my lips, the other. She placed her hand on the back of my head and she began to moan.

I let her get warmed up before moving a hand to her hip. I moved it back, grabbing her ass. I began pulling her close, directing into a dry humping motion. Her moans got louder as the anticipation built.

I moved my other hand down and took off her skirt. I worked my way down while I removed her panties. My mouth was kissing her pussy as I tossed her panties aside.

"Lie back," I said.

I got her back on the end and put a pillow under her back to raise her pussy up. I put her legs over my shoulders and kissed my way up to her pussy. I took a firm grip on her ass as I got down to seriously eating her out.

"Yes, baby," she said.

She had one hand on my head, and another playing with her breast as she really got going. I was in control, but her hand on my head let me know what she wanted. I obliged her, working her up closer and closer to orgasm.

Her nails dug into my scalp as she came. Her moans of pleasure were muffled by her thighs closing in my head. Few things are sexier than a woman with a full-body expression of orgasm.

I worked my way back up her body. I kissed her, my mouth still wet with her pussy juices.

"Now, that's a good opening," I said, "Now it's time to give you your denied assplay."

I rolled her over. I positioned her face down, ass up.

I started with some firm smacked on each cheek.

"It's hard to believe your ex would leave this ass underserved," I said.

"I'm happy to serve it up to you," she said, "Whatever you want to do."

I kissed one ass cheek, then the other. Then I spread her ass open. I saw her anus pucker in nervousness. It was cute.

I didn't go right for her butthole. I instead ran my tongue up the inside of each cheek, then above and below.

"Quit teasing me, and do it," she demanded.

"Hold your ass open," I countered.

She did so, reaching back. With my hands now free, I was able to take a handful of her hair and pull it back.

"Less you think licking your ass makes me subservient," I said.

"No, sir!" she said.

She was ready. I moved my face in and gave her a firm lick on her asshole. She let out a pleasurable moan.

"Yes, this is what I wanted!" she said.

I was going to give her more.

My tongue went up and down, side-to-side, and in swirls. Then I began pressing, beginning to penetrate inside a bit. I lingered and licked inside, blowing her mind.

"Oh my God, you're inside. It feels so strange," she said.

That only encouraged me more to move and wiggle inside. She lost control of her ass holding.

"Careful," I said.

As "punishment," I gave her ass cheek a love bite.

She gave a shocked gasp.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Not as sorry as you're going to be," I said.

By now I was worked up. I was done holding her hand, it was time to take what was mine. Which, in a way, was what she wanted.

I dove in, licking, poking and biting. I celebrated this ass, using it for my own personal pleasure.

The intoxication rolled over me, but I knew there was more I needed to do to prepare Heather for what she was hoping would come.

I pulled my face back from her ass.

"Now," I said, "Time to use your ass properly."

With a smack I readied the transaction. I grabbed a bottle of lube and put some on my cock. I put a few drops on her asshole and with my finger penetrated and lubed her. She moaned as I went in with two fingers.