Helen stood in the dark hallway and listened to the sounds coming from the bedroom. Despite the closed door, she could hear the grunting, moaning, and whispered curses. The squeaking and creaking of the bed together with the occasional slapping of flesh, filled in the gaps. They were fucking. And no doubt enjoying themselves from the sound of it. Suddenly a voice gruffly whispered "I'm cumming..." followed by a soprano "Yes! Yes! Give it to me Daddy!"
Helen turned and slipped back down the hall, downstairs to the living room and out the front door. She got in her car and drove away.
Her husband Ray, had always been flirty and had an eye for the ladies. She'd suspected he'd cheated a few times but she was afraid to give him up. She knew her daughter Sophie had been promiscuous as a teen and often wore skimpy attire in front of her father. Nothing Helen had said to either of them had made a difference. Both had either scoffed at the suggestions or outright denied them. Now she knew they were having an affair. An incestuous affair. They were fucking.
Ray still fucked Helen. He'd fucked her just last week. Now days though it was less romance and more a case of him simply using her. He'd come to bed with an erection and fucked her without any foreplay. Without asking. He never asked anymore. He simply took her when he pleased. To avoid injury Helen often lubed up when she heard him coming up the stairs. She tried her best to please him, but he seldom lasted long and wanted nothing more than to fuck her pussy until he either came or fell over exhausted... and usually drunk. She was thankful that he was never violent. If she ignored him or denied him, he simply jacked off to porn. Sometimes cumming on her as she pretended to sleep. But she had always feared being replaced, so she seldom denied him. She'd learned that it was easier overall, just to spread her legs and take it.
She really liked sex. It wasn't as enjoyable most of the time, but still... It was nice to feel her man joining with her. Once upon a time, each had sought to please the other. Now Ray sought only his own pleasure. Helen usually masturbated after a good fucking to reach her own orgasm. After a bad fucking, she cried herself to sleep.
Sadly Helen still allowed this pattern or cycle to continue. She had no family to turn to, a job that paid too little, and felt that no one would want her if she did leave him. She found herself once again pulling in to park at a bar across town. She'd been here twice before and had selected it as a place Ray would never come to. It was near the University and mostly populated by students. She chose a seat at the bar and waited a minute for the bartender to get to her.
"What can I get cha?" the thirty something woman asked.
"Dirty martini please, no-wait... Irish whiskey, make it a double." Helen replied.
A minute later the bartender returned with her drink and paused. "Rough day?"
"You could say that... I caught my man screwing around with-" she paused and then continued, "a much younger woman."
"Ouch!" the bartender replied. "What happened? What did he say?"
"Nothing, they don't know I found them. I'm not sure what to do."
"Toss his ass out."
"I can't, it's his place."
"Move out?"
"I've got little money and nowhere to go."
"Friends or family?"
"No, no one."
"Shit."
"Yeah, I shouldn't be surprised. I suspected he'd been screwing around several times before but..."
"So why haven't you left him?" the bartender asked.
"Where would I go? And What would I do? I can't find another man, I mean, look at me! I'm old and fat and he's..."
"Aw fer fuck's sake!" the bartender interjected. "You mean you stay because he fucks you and you think no one else will?"
Helen nodded, trying not to bawl.
"Well, that's bullshit. He's using you and lying to you and you don't have to put up with it. Cut him off and get yourself together, then get out."
"But I can't! I can't-"
"Bullshit!" the bartender cut her off, "Look around this room. See those girls at that table? They come here in groups and usually leave as a group, The guys all come here and hope they'll find a girl to get lucky with. If it's sex you want, any one of them would happily fuck you. Hell most of them are probably virgins and those that aren't, probably have only fucked once or twice. Your man has lied if he said you couldn't get laid by anyone else. Fuck! Lotsa guys like big women and you have huge tits! Hell, these guys are always tit crazy. Show them a little tit and they'll beg to take you home!"
Helen was dumbfounded. "You can't be serious! Me? Have sex with one of these... boys?"
"Hey, if they're in here, they're twenty-one. So, young men, not boys. And yes, I'm suggesting that you take one of these guys out and go get fucked. You don't need a cheating man controlling you and lying to you. Go get fucked by one of these guys and I'll bet it's a hell of a lot better than what you've been getting! If he's cheating on you, you deserve to get some on the side yourself."
Helen struggled with the idea. Yes, the sex with Ray was disappointing more and more often, but still... Why would a young guy want to fuck her? Was it true that they would fuck a forty-something fat woman just because she had big tits? Would it be worth it?
"I don't know... How are you so sure any of them would want to have sex with me?"
The bartender sighed. "Look, You're what? Forty? Forty-two? I'm thirty-eight and every night I get hit on. Most of 'em only try a couple of times before giving up, but there's always a new guy who tries. And hell, I'm only a C cup, you're what? At least a double DD? Bigger?"
"Uh... F to G cup..." she replied.
"Damn!" the bartender replied. "Look, answer me right now. Do you want to get laid tonight?"
Helen considered it a moment. She hesitated and then recalled the sounds of passion coming from her daughter's bedroom...
"Y-Yes, yes I do!"
The bartender smiled. "Good. Now let's see... Hmmn... First, lose the wedding rings. Good, now you need to show some cleavage, here let's do this." And she reached over the bar and unbuttoned the first three buttons of Helen's blouse. "There, that's better. Now you slam that drink back and leave the empty glass sitting there and see what happens."
As the bartender walked away, Helen took a deep breath and then killed the drink. Her head swam as the liquor hit her system and she pushed the glass aside. How could she trust this woman? Did it make sense to try this? It was stupid to think that a young guy would want to hit on her when there were other, younger women about. Besides, even if one did, how could she compete in bed? Ray used her. They fucked the way Ray wanted. It had been ages since she had been an equal partner in bed and she couldn't remember the last time she had instigated and led the way. Had she ever? Had she ever truly had sex the way she wanted? Had she ever made love?
Lost in her thoughts she was surprised by the voice at her shoulder.
"Excuse me, could I buy you a refill?"
"Huh? Oh! Yes, please." Helen responded as she eyed the young man joining her. He was probably barely twenty-one but looked younger. He was short, probably 5'9" or so, and looked a little chubby, not fat but not athletic either. He wore glasses and had brown hair and baby blue eyes. He also had a nice smile.
"My name's Kevin," he said.
"Helen, pleased to meet you, Kevin."