Mary stood in the kitchen sipping on a cup of coffee and thinking about a million things but mostly her thoughts centered around her daughters' fiancé Alan Dupree. Alan was tall and handsome and from what she could of him in his bathing suit, he was pretty well endowed too. She chastised herself for thinking about the boy like that, after all not only was she a married woman, she was a God fearing, church going, married woman ... still ever since she had first met Alan something in the 21 year old had elicited a response in her, something deep down inside her belly that excited her, down where the fires of hell burned and she realized that she hadn't been that excited about a man since her wedding night, although that night hadn't turned out all that well at all!
Her husband Jack loved her, she knew that for a fact and he took good care of her, made enough money for them to live comfortably and he was the lay minister of their church but something was missing from their marriage and it was obvious that making love didn't enter into his equation of a good marriage.
On their wedding night he had come to her, in the dark, and they had fumbled around and finally made love ... in the dark. Although she had been a virgin on their wedding night she was excited to be able to finally become a woman and she wanted to make Jack as happy as she could. She was obviously inexperienced but willing to learn and experiment and she wanted to try all of the things she had heard her girlfriends talking about. French kissing, blowjobs, eating pussy, a variety of sexual positions and even anal sex if he really wanted to but Jack had been raised by a stern family and thought there was only one way to make love and that was in the missionary position, in the dark and only one reason to make love and that was to sire children. On that night, of all nights, he finally consented to make love to her, but it was perfunctory at best with no real emotion and there was nothing else afterward ... no hugging, no kissing, no nothing ... and to make matters worse he went so far as to chastise her for suggesting they to do those nasty things, those things he felt only the devil himself could have conjured up in her mind. Since that night, twenty-one long years ago, they made love on the average of maybe once every other month and only because she begged him too. Her wedding night and the subsequent honeymoon had been a huge disappointment to her and the only good thing to come from their entire week-long trip to Orlando had been their daughter Elizabeth.
Mary sighed and walked over to the sink and washed out her coffee cup, the set it down on the counter and looked out the window into the backyard and saw her daughter lying on a lounge chair. She was wearing a nice conservative two-piece swimsuit and appeared to be sleeping while Alan swam laps in the pool. Once again she admired Alan's physique and wondered what he would be like in bed ... then she shook her head and said, out loud, "What's wrong with you Mary? You are a wicked woman thinking about your daughters' fiancé like that, ogling him and thinking about sex! What would your pastor say if he knew? Heck, what would Jack say if he even thought you were thinking about sex much less sex with someone besides him?"
Mary closed her eyes and said a quick prayer of contrition. Afterward she blushed at the thought of what she had confessed to God and she turned away from the window and walked over to the refrigerator and took out a cold bottle of water and unscrewed the cap and took a sip. A couple of drops of water that had beaded on the cold bottle dropped off and landed on her white blouse and she absentmindedly looked down at her breasts and brushed off the water and when she looked back up Alan was standing not three feet in front of her staring. Startled, she smiled at him. "Oh hi Alan, I didn't hear you come inside."
Alan cocked his head and looked at Mary and thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Oh he loved Elizabeth, and she was beautiful in her own way, but her mother was something else entirely, kind of a mature, sexy goddess that remained untouched by human hands. "You know something Mrs. Burnett since the first time Elizabeth introduced us I thought that you were the most beautiful and sexy woman I had ever seen in my life."
Mary was taken aback. She had never thought that the boy felt that way about her, but even if she had what would she have done? What does a married woman say or think about a comment like that and from her daughter's fiancé no less? She was confused but finally managed to blurt out, "Why thank you Alan, that was nice of you to say."
He took a small step forward, almost, but not quite invading her space. "Yes you are very beautiful and very sexy and you know something else Mrs. Burnett ... I also know what you've always wanted ... what you still need."
Inwardly she smiled to herself then she looked into his deep sea-green eyes and wondered if he knew ... really knew what she wanted, she doubted it ... how could he? She thought for a moment and started to tell him what she had been thinking about then she dismissed her thoughts as ridiculous and said, "I don't want anything Alan. Sorry but I don't know what you're talking about."
He took another step forward and she stepped backward until her butt touched the countertop. He chuckled and slowly shook his head from side to side, "I think you're lying to me Mrs. Burnett." Then he did the most amazing thing, the very last thing in the world she would have guessed, he reached out and began unbuttoning her blouse! Slowly, button by button his fingers worked on her blouse, touching her in places no one but her husband had ever touched and she didn't move a muscle, she just stood there stunned.
As she watched him she realized that for some strange reason she couldn't move. Not an inch. Her legs had gone weak and her arms seemed to be nothing more than paralyzed appendages. She watched helplessly as his hands fumbled with her buttons and she realized that he was almost naked and if it wasn't for his swimsuit he would be. She stared at his hard body and saw his muscles ripples as her moved his hands and arms and he still had pool water beaded on his well-tanned body ... Oh God, please help me! The last button gave way and she thought, Jesus what now? "Alan, I don't think that..."
He shushed her by gently placing his index finger across her lips. "Don't say anything Mrs. Burnett, just enjoy yourself." He pulled her now wide-opened blouse out from the waistband of her shorts and dropped it onto the kitchen floor. His fingers caressed her cheek and she shivered then he leaned forward and with one hand he reached around behind her and expertly unsnapped her bra and when he did he kissed her neck right below her left ear. He stood up and removed her bra then looked at the label, 34c, smiled and dropped the bra on top of her blouse. He cupped a breast in the palm of his hand, teased her nipple with his thumb and forefinger then bent forward and gently sucked her nipple into his mouth and he felt her whole body shudder again.
Mary couldn't believe what he was doing. She couldn't believe that she had actually allowed him take off her blouse and bra and now he was sucking on her nipple! Why in God's name hadn't she stopped him? Why hadn't she screamed? Oh Jesus, what would happen if her daughter walked into the kitchen? "Uh ... Alan ... you have to stop this honey. This isn't right! I mean I'm married and you're engaged to Elizabeth ... and oh God Alan..." Her voice trailed off as she felt the electric shocks spreading out across her body, then she surprised herself by getting wet.
He quit sucking on her breast and stood up and put his hand on the back of her neck and gently pulled forward until their lips met, then he kissed her. He was slow, deliberate, and very gently. Just a brush of her lips at first, then he ran his tongue across her lips and surprisingly enough she opened her mouth and he was inside. He could feel her breasts as they pushed up against his chest, her nipples were hard as rocks and the felt like they were on fire and burning holes into his skin. As their tongues dueled he heard her moaning and he reached down with his free hand and began unbuttoning her shorts and she didn't even try and stop him.
Mary's eyes were closed and her tongue was in another man's mouth and it certainly wasn't her husband and at that moment in her life - she didn't care! She realized that she was finally experiencing what she had wanted to experience on her wedding night, that night twenty-one years ago when she had felt so unfilled. She felt him unbuttoning her shorts and realized that he was going to have sexual intercourse with her and she didn't care about the consequences of that either. God, what had happened to her ... in what ... maybe five short minutes? Five minutes ago she had been a wife, a mother and God fearing church member and now she was a half naked slut cavorting around the kitchen with her daughters' fiancé.
Alan shoved her shorts down her long legs until he could put his foot inside them and push them all the way down to the floor. When that was done he slipped his hand inside her panties and felt the wetness between her legs and smiled. "I see you're just about ready for me Mrs. Burnett." He shoved her panties down too then reached down and picked them up and brought them to his nose and sniffed. "Oh my God Mrs. Burnett, you smell wonderful!" He scooped her naked body up into his arms and carried her out of the kitchen and down the hallway and into her bedroom. He kicked the door closed then laid her on the bed and rolled her over onto her hands and knees then he shoved her head down onto the covers.
.... There is more of this story ...