Age Difference, The Sequel

by DG Hear

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Tear Jerker, Cheating, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Here's what happened to Ellen, Cindy and me after the fiasco at The Hidden Hideaway. Enough readers asked for a sequel, so here it is. It is also a stand alone story.

Note from DG Hear: I wrote this story and most comments wanted to know what happened next. I'll give a short synopsis of the first story so this story will be able to stand alone. If you haven't read part one, you might want too read it first. As always a big thank you to my editor, Techsan, for making this a much better read.

In part one, our story teller was looking for the right woman. He dated younger women and women his own age but didn't feel comfortable till he met Ellen. She was thirty years older than Ted who was twenty-four.

Not only was the age a slight problem but Ellen was married to a politician who, she found out, was in a gay relationship. She has two adult children: her son, a lifer overseas in the service; and a daughter whom she called Cindy Marie, thirty years old and married with two kids of her own.

Ted, our storyteller wanted to spend Valentine's Day with Ellen. They had been lovers in secret for over a month at that point. They were to meet at a very discreet place named The Hidden Hideaway. It was kind of a clandestine hangout for those with secrets. I'll begin this story from what happened at the club. Happy reading!

Wow, I wondered what the surprise could be. She told me she would do anything for me. I wondered what she had planned.

I got off work at five on Valentine's Day, went home, and cleaned up. I packed an overnight case for the motel at which I had made arrangements. I stopped at the store and bought her a bouquet of flowers and a box of candy in a big heart.

I arrived at The Hidden Hideaway a little early. I wanted a good table at the back of the room. There were a few couples there already kissing and touching each other. I saw one good looking woman sitting by herself in a booth across from where I was sitting. She looked vaguely familiar to me. I thought I would talk to her till Ellen arrived.

"Excuse me. Do we know each other?"

""No, I don't think so. By the way that's the oldest line in the book."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to pick you up. I thought you looked familiar."

"Look, Sweetheart, I'm married with kids. Besides, I'm thirty and probably a little old for you."

I had to laugh. Here we go with the age difference again.

"Just so you know, I'm waiting for my girlfriend. I really wasn't hitting on you. My name's Ted. What's yours?"

"Um... Marie, just call me Marie."

"Well, I really am Ted Baxter. It is my real name."

Right then a good looking black woman came over to see Marie.

"Hi, Cindy. How long have you been waiting for me? Who's your friend here?"

"I'm Ted. Just waiting for my girlfriend. She should be here in a few minutes. Are you waiting for someone? Your friend, Marie... I mean, Cindy is waiting too. I guess we can all wait together."

"I'm Shala and Cindy was waiting for me. Glad to make your acquaintance, Ted."

With that she sat in the booth next to Marie/Cindy and started kissing her. When I saw Shala put her hand on Cindy's thigh and move it up to her crotch, I said, "Holy shit!" a little too loud.

"You've never seen two women together, have you, Ted?" asked Shala.

"No, I can't say I have."

I heard Shala tell Cindy she would be back in a few minutes; she had to go to the ladies room.

After Shala left, I looked over at Cindy. "Does your husband know you're doing this?" I asked.

"No, it's my little secret and I love having a women touch me. So what's it to you?"

"I'm not judging you but just trying to understand two people of the same sex together. My girlfriend found her husband with another guy and, believe it or not, that's what brought us together. Do your parents know you have a female lover?"

"God, no! I'd be crucified if they found out. My dad's a politician. He'd freak out for ruining the family name. My mom - now there's a story for you. A school teacher all week long and a Sunday school teacher and choir member. Talk about a woman who would spaz out."

Shala came back and sat across from Cindy. "Ever have a woman of color, Ted?" She spread her legs to show me her black pussy.

"Can't say that I have."

"Do you have something against women of color, Ted?"

"God, no, just never had the opportunity. Of course right now I'm in a relationship. I'm a one woman man."

"What about your girlfriend with the fag husband. Is she monogamous to you?" asked Cindy.

"Yes, I believe she is. Ask her yourself. She'll be here any minute."

Cindy got up and pulled a chair in front of Shala who was sitting on the edge of the booth. She sat down and put her hand right on Shala's crotch. They started kissing right there. This place was a little wilder than I thought.

I can see why they called it The Hideaway. Just about everything was going on around me. I couldn't wait for Ellen to arrive so we could leave and go to our motel. Shala and Cindy were going at it like they were in a private room somewhere. Each had their hands on the other's twat, oblivious to their surroundings.

I looked up at the door and saw Ellen coming in. She had on a black coat and was smiling as she approached me. She opened her coat to show me that she was dressed like a real slut. I was grinning at her, knowing she did it for me. She had on a halter top and no bra, and four inch high heels. Her nipples pushed through her top. Her skirt barely covered her ass and she had no panties on. She lifted the front of the skirt to show me.

I stood up and handed her the bouquet of flowers and the box of candy.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Ellen."

Cindy and Shala stopped what they were doing and looked at Ellen and me.

"Cindy Marie!" screamed Ellen.

"Mom!" screamed Cindy.

"Cindy Marie, what are you doing here?" Ellen looked like she had seen a ghost. She had to sit down for a minute.

Now I saw why Cindy looked so familiar. She was a young Ellen; she was a little thinner and her hair was dyed a reddish color.

"Mom, you're dressed like a whore. My God, what are you doing? This guy, Ted, here said he was waiting for his girlfriend. Are you his girlfriend, Mom? You're old enough to be his mother. Please tell me that you're not a prostitute, Mom. My God, I've never seen you dressed like this. Oh, God, Mom, no underpants and you shaved yourself down there. Why, Mom? Please tell me what got into you."

Ellen was shaking but was able to talk. "You aren't exactly Mrs. Saint either, young lady. Since when are you into women? What about Leonard and the kids? Does Leonard know about this other life your leading?"

Shala the black chic interjected, "Hey, Cindy I'm out of here. Your family is way too fucked up for me. You like women, your mom appears to be a hooker, and your dad is a gay politician. It's way too much for me to deal with."

"Hey, Ted, if you ever want that woman of color, look me up. I'm here on Saturdays. Happy Valentine's Day, everyone."

Shala left and Ellen looked at me. She closed her coat and said, "Ted, I'm so sorry. I can't be with you right now. I need to be with my daughter. Cindy and I need to really talk. I'm sorry. I'll call you tomorrow. Thank you so much for the candy and flowers. You are the sweetest man I know and you deserve much better than this."

She kissed me lightly before she and a very nervous Cindy walked out of the club.

I thought about getting hold of Shala and just shagging her but the problem was I was really in love with Ellen. I just sat there in the club and watched all the action between the different couples. I overheard one couple saying they wish they had a room for the night so I walked over and gave them the key to the motel room I had rented for me and Ellen. I wouldn't be needing it. The guy smiled at me and asked if I was sure. He gave me fifty bucks even though I didn't ask for anything. I told him the room was pre-paid for and just to leave the key on the dresser when he was ready to leave.

They both had wedding rings on so my guess was they were both married, just not to each other.

I stopped by a grocery store and picked up a few wine coolers and a video to watch. I ordered a pizza just the way Ellen liked it, pepperoni, mushrooms and green olives. Wasn't the best Valentine's Day; I was hoping for a lot better. I fell asleep on the couch wondering what the next day might bring.

I didn't get a call from Ellen so I called her later in the day.

"Ellen, it's me - Ted. I really need to talk to you."

"Oh, God, Ted, I'm at the school and can't talk now. I'll call you when I get home. Honey, I'm so sorry about yesterday. We'll talk later. Bye."

Well, at least she called me Honey; I guess that was a good thing. She did call me later from her cell phone on her way home.

"Ted, I'm on my way home. I know you have a thousand questions and I promise you I will answer all of them. If you don't mind, I'll come and see you Saturday at your apartment. I have just too much to tell you and don't want to do it over a telephone. I do want you to know that I do love you and you don't deserve any of this turmoil."

"Ellen, it's you and only you I'm worried about. I don't want to lose you. I don't care about our ages, I don't care about what your daughter thinks and I damn sure don't care about your fag husband."

"Ted, please..."

"I'm sorry, Ellen, I'm upset. What he does is his business but if it upsets you, it upsets me. Ellen, just tell me that you aren't going to leave me. That's all I want to hear right now." There was a very long pause and I was getting nervous. Then I heard her voice.

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