Marcie Levens sat alone in the kitchen of her 4-bedroom home.
Her son, David Jr, had left to start a new job in another city the week before. The divorce settlement of her 28-year marriage was finalized - she got the house. Most of the friends they'd known during the marriage were David, Sr's business associates and family who were now hanging out with him and "the new wife".
She'd met her ex-husband through family. His father ran the accounting firm that managed her late father's books.
When David Sr announced his intention to "move on", she was shocked, but not surprised. She'd noticed the changes, in how he did and didn't relate to her, for a few years. He was less attentive and then less affectionate. Their sex life ended nearly 5 years before he finally moved out.
She was now 48. This was the first time in her life that she'd been alone, with nothing to do, no specific place to go or no one to be with.
She poured the last of the chardonnay into her glass and placed the empty bottle in the sink. She went out to the patio and curled up in her favorite lounge chair. The sun had just set.
As she sipped her wine, she noticed that her 20-something, new neighbor was working out in his garage again. He was sweating through the last series of incline presses.
She admired the young Asian man's arms, shoulders, and chest muscles. Even at a distance she could see the sheen on his skin.
Marcie moaned audibly as she bit her lower lip. She remembered how much the salty smell of the sweat from her ex could get her in the mood. She especially liked the way he smelled after he came home from a day of golf with his business partners and clients. She'd always insist on a quickie before he showered. On those days he was guaranteed to get an unsolicited blowjob.
The neighbor's wife emerged from the interior door with a towel and bottle of water. She wiped the sweat from his arms and shoulders as he drank. He pulled her onto his lap and playfully fondled her, while she giggled and pretended to protest.
Marcie felt a rush. Her nipples tingled and stiffened.
But just as the "show" became R-rated, the wife went over to the wall and lowered the garage door.
"Fuck!" Marcie swore aloud.
She went back into the kitchen and considered opening another bottle of wine, but decided against it. She peered through the window, craning her neck and looking into all the neighbor's windows, hoping she might catch a glimpse of them in the kitchen, or in their bedroom.
No luck.
Marcie closed her eyes and imagined what they might be doing. Were they still in the garage?
"I bet she's sucking his big, sweaty cock and licking his balls..." she mused.
Her nipples were on fire and aching against the fabric of her B-cup bra. She wanted to pull them out and play with them but held back, teasing herself. Standing on her toes, she pressed her crotch against the edge of the counter and began slowly grinding her hips.
Marcie absolutely loved sex. She masturbated regularly since her early teens. When she finally lost her virginity in college she wanted it almost every day. When she married in her early 20s, she became a bit obsessed, to the point of actually annoying her husband. When David Sr stopped touching her, she began touching herself again -- often.
Marcie enjoyed any opportunity to get herself off.
"He's eating her pussy now...making her beg for it..." she moaned. Marcie liked dominant-submissive sex. The idea of someone taking control really turned her on. Unfortunately, she could never get David Sr into playing the "dom" role to her satisfaction.
She shed her t-shirt, pulled up her bra and began pulling and pinching her nipples. She absolutely loved playing with her nipples -- it usually brought her to orgasm.
It took less than five minutes.
"Ahh fuck...!" she screamed. Her voice echoed through the empty house.
Her knees went weak, and she crumpled to the floor. She lay there for several minutes, panting and letting the sensation wash over her.
When she came down from the high, Marcie pulled herself up, got a bottle of water and went up to her bedroom. After a few gulps of water, she stripped down to her panties and crawled under the covers.
As she laid there in the dark, listening to the silence of her house, the realization from before came back to her. She was 48, divorced, and alone; with nothing to do, nowhere to go and no one to be with.
She pulled the sheets over her head and softly cried herself to sleep.
Marcie moped around for several weeks. She rarely left the house, showered, or changed her clothes. She ordered take-out and finished a bottle of wine almost every day, and usually masturbated two or three times before falling asleep each night.
It took a phone call from David, Jr to snap her out of her funk. He recommended she go for walks or start running again. Marcie had been an avid runner prior to becoming a full-time mom.
She decided to take his advice and joined a local gym a week later.
Marcie took advantage of the member perks and signed up for personal training sessions. She was partnered with Edwin Okojie, who preferred to be called Eddie. He was 27, single, born in Nigeria and raised in the US.
Eddie was tall with a thin athletic build -- he'd once been a competitive cross-country runner, which made him a perfect match for Marcie.
She was instantly attracted to him, and by their 2nd training session had developed a major crush on him, which only grew the more she got to know him. She liked his smile, his bright white teeth, his close-cut, curly hair, his smooth, ebony complexion that contrasted with her pale skin. She'd get jealous and nervous whenever another female gym member or trainer would smile or flirt with him (which happened often) during their training sessions.
"Fuckin' sluts...!" she'd mumbled to herself, although she figured that Eddie probably preferred any of them to her.
Marcie was pretty, but average. Nothing about her stood out. She had brown, shoulder length hair that she usually wore in a bun, and freckles on her arms and chest. She hated her droopy-blue eyes, her beak-like nose and slight overbite. She'd even considered getting "new boobs" and a "Brazilian booty" when she was still married, thinking it would make her ex want her again.
Although she didn't think of herself as particularly attractive, this did nothing to curb her own growing flirtations and feelings towards Eddie. Marcie often regressed to a giddy school-girl during their weekly sessions, giggling at his corny jokes, touching him on the arm or back, or nervously playing with her hair. She'd put herself to sleep masturbating with him in mind on those days.
