[This is my first post and a work of fiction in which I explore my darker side. For my true stories please check out the series called A Friend of the Family, which I will post shortly, and others perhaps someday. Feedback is always welcome, just be kind and constructive, I enjoy writing these stories so please don't hurt my feelings. And yes I know, they are very long.]
My name is Madelyn Cunningham, most people call me Mady. I have been very happily married to Jerry for just over 20 years. We live in a lovely home and I have been a stay-at-home Mom since our first child was born.
We have two children, a daughter 16 named Missy and a son, Billy who is 18. Both are in school locally and still live with us. My daughter is still in high school and my son is studying something called New Media at the local college.
I love my husband very much and would never want to hurt him in anyway or risk splitting our family apart. Having said this, while my sex drive has remained high and even increased over the years, my husband's has gone in the other direction. When we make love it is wonderful, it just doesn't happen often enough to satisfy me. My husband is content if we make love once a week. If we made love twice a day that still might not be enough for me.
This means I am forced to masturbate at least once a day and have accumulated a large selection of sex toys to help me out. But I still prefer the sensation of a flesh and blood man inside me over silicone. For the last five years I have had many encounters with other men. I wouldn't call any of them affairs, because, as I said, I love my husband, all I want from these other men is sex. Most of them have been strangers and with few exceptions I seldom see them a second time.
I'm not particularly proud of my extramarital activates, but I am proud to say that I have not been turned down by any man I went after, even ones much younger than me. I take good care of myself, eating well, exercising regularly. I dress nicely, some might say provocatively, and always wear make up including dark red lipstick. My hair is short and bleached blonde. I am fairly petite, standing only five feet four inches, and will confess that it doesn't hurt that the good Lord has blessed me with breasts much larger than my tiny frame deserves and a full firm round ass that counterbalances my tits, keeping me from falling over. My waist is small and although short, my legs are very shapely.
At 42 years old I don't go out prowling, I just take advantage of situations as they arise, repairmen, delivery men, house party guests we don't know well and sometimes a quickie in a semi public place with the nearest attractive man. As I said, I'm not particularly proud of any of this; it's just something I need to do. I have kept this part of my life secret from everyone, managed not to get caught and so far none of my lovers have stalked me for more. All of that changed in an incredibly bizarre way recently.
It was a beautiful summer day and I was sitting on the sofa enjoying a coffee and cigarette watching television. The windows were open and a light breeze flowed through the living room. While I had showered and put on my make up, I hadn't gotten dressed. I was wearing a short, satin leopard print robe and nothing else. My husband was at work and my daughter at summer school. She is an A student but wanted to pick up two extra courses through the summer and go to college early. My son had a summer job building websites and did most of his work at home. He was in his room working or doing whatever it is he does in there.
Although the television was on, I wasn't paying attention. I was reminiscing about the day before. Our satellite TV had been acting up intermittently and my husband had called the company to have someone come to fix it. They had told my husband that the repairman would arrive between 8:00 am and noon. Hoping the repairman would be attractive I was wearing the same thing – my short robe and nothing else except a pair of transparent plastic sexy high-heels adorned with small pieces of white marabou. The robe was not for the most part practical. The slippery material caused the two sides of the robe to part with every move I made and the belt, also satin, didn't do anything to slow the parting. This was a problem when the kids were around but was just right for the seduction I had in mind.
The repairman's timing was perfect, arriving moments after the last of my family had left for the day. He was tall, very fit and very young...in his early twenties I guessed. He had a rugged dark complexion, Latino or Mediterranean I figured, with piercing dark eyes and a couple of day's growth of whiskers. His hair was long and wavy and combed straight back, it looked dirty but I could tell by his fresh scent that it was probably moussed or gelled. After letting me know he had arrived, staring intently at my satin covered form, carefully studying every inch from my toes to my face, as he spoke, he went up on the roof to check things there first.
While he was on the roof, I turned on the television in the living room and tuned it to one of the porn channels. They had been a godsend to me. I often watched the better pay-per-view movies. I looked after the family finances so no one else saw the bill. He must have done something on the roof because the reception was perfect. To my delight the movie that was playing featured an older woman and a grocery delivery boy in her kitchen. I turned up the volume fairly loud. The repairman knocked on the door and I let him in. "There did seem to be a lose connection up there ma'am. Just to be safe I'll check things out in here."
"Please, come in," I said, "check out anything you like." I hoped he was bright enough to know what I really meant.
As he entered the living room the woman in the movie was on her knees in front of the delivery boy madly sucking on his cock. He watched for a few seconds before gaining his composure and fiddling with the wires behind the television. He turned to see me perched on the arm of the sofa smoking a cigarette, both of my legs exposed almost completely and plenty of cleavage clearly visible as I'd given the robe a few tugs to open it even more. He raised one eye brow at the sight of me and asked, "Do you mind if I try some other channels?" He reached for the remote on the coffee table.
"Wellllllll," I said, "I was enjoying this...she's very good at that don't you think...but sure, go ahead." He looked back at the television and politely replied, "yes she is, isn't she?" then flipped through the channels, all of which seemed to be working properly.
"Everything seems fine here. Are there other TVs I should check?"
"Yes, there's one in my bedroom," I lied.
"Can you show me?"
"I'll show you anything you'd like to see, follow me." I extinguished my cigarette in an ash tray and led him to the stairway, walking on ahead exaggeratedly wiggling my ass as I slowly ascended the stairs. I was pretty sure he could see that there was nothing under my robe and I gave him lots of time to look.
I entered the bedroom and turned to face him. His attention was fixed on me but he did manage to glance around looking in vain for the television that I told him was there. "I don't see a TV ma'am."
I uncinched the belt on my robe, pulled the two sides wide open then let it slide down my back and onto the floor. He just stared. "I'm sorry," I said, "I told a little white lie, let me make it up to you." I leaned in and kissed him passionately, forcing my tongue deep in his mouth. He returned my passion twice over as he unhooked his tool belt which hit the floor with a thud and wrapped his strong arms around me forcing my body tightly to his.
Still kissing, I undid his jeans and pushed my hand inside his underwear. Firmly gripping his already hard cock, I pulled my head back, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Would you mind if I sucked on this?" giving it a firm squeeze. Before he could answer I dropped to my knees and pulled down his pants and underwear. "It's so big and hard." I cooed as I used both hands to fondle it and the monstrous sack that hung below. I pumped it a few times pulling the foreskin back and tenderly used the tip of my tongue to spread the large drop of his precum that had formed at its opening all over the swollen purple head.
I had not been stroking his ego when I said it was big, not only was it much longer than average but it was incredibly thick too and its bulging veins pulsed. I innocently and sweetly said, "I don't know if it will fit in my tiny mouth." In reality I was determined to take the whole damn thing, or choke to death trying.
He finally spoke, saying, "I get that a lot."
