Chapter 2

Brad

The following day, Rachel had left for school when I began getting to grips with the housework. The place hadn’t been touched for a few days and I got stuck into the task with gusto. As I progressed through the day my thoughts kept dipping back into the colourful weekend I’d spent with Brad.

When we had first caught sight of each other, the sexual attraction between us was evident. We had both matured some, and fortunately it had been a beneficial process for both of us. Brad was simply a handsome hunk and I’d really welcomed the compliment of being too yummy to be a mommy!

He’d obviously meant it, because when we’d gone on our early evening tour of the town, he made no secret of the fact that merely walking arm in arm with me was enough to make his cock hard. I’d thought he was joking, but then in that lonely spot, he’d put my hand on it; I’d literally gasped at the size! This inflamed him and he’d pulled me into an ally and the rest as they say is history.

We’d returned to the hotel for dinner and then it was a case of an early night for the pair of us!

What excited me about Brad was his openness over what he wanted from me; simply raw sex! I found that so refreshing after the suffocating nature of being a dutiful wife for nearly fifteen years.

Brad had said during a break from fucking in the hotel bedroom, that he’d always felt marriage for a man was a mugs game, and that any woman who’d set their sights on him had eventually re-baited their hook and looked for another fish to fry. Before long another female would have her eye on him.

As I made up Rachel’s bed, I imagined the women he’d held on to had been reluctant to ditch a man with such a fabulous cock. He certainly managed to hit G spots I never knew I had! And his dirty talk had also been something new to me. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing; I went and picked it up, “Hello, 725694355!”