Chapter 1

Marla just looked at me after he asked that question, eyebrows raised and a hint of a smile on her face.

“Yes, ma’am, I’m serious.”

“Calling me ‘ma’am doesn’t help a bit, you know,” she said with her facial expression unchanged.

The earnest young man across from her at the coffee place was clearly pushing his interpersonal abilities, “My mother taught me manners.”

That made Marla almost laugh. “I’m probably the age of your mother. Too old and frumpy to get a request to be a young man’s mistress.”

He was taken a back for a moment, then he plowed ahead, “I didn’t think about using that word but I guess it fits. You are neither old or frumpy. Actually you are the embodiment of a long-time fantasy which is what drove me to reach out in a way I’ve never had the guts to do before. I can understand if you are not interested, being married and all, but I had to ask or forever live with my regrets.”

Marla sat back, absorbing his genuine outpouring of feelings. After a pause she said softly, “I did NOT say I wasn’t interested, if you listen carefully, just taken by surprise. You must realize that forty-two-year-old, long-married mothers don’t often get such flattering requests. How old are you anyway?”

He brightened up, “Exactly half your age.”

“Damn,” she thought, “My daughter is two years older than him.”

Marla had married right out of high school after getting pregnant on prom night by her first love. Married life had been basically pretty good with the usual ups and downs. Her sex life was much like her lady friends, infrequent and routine. She had to admit to reading some romance novels and getting little twinges when she looked at attractive men. She certainly never expected to be confronted a real opportunity to stray.

She decided to explore this a little bit further. “So what you have in mind, I mean besides jumping in bed?”

Randy, an appropriate name she thought, was thoughtful, “Well, I’m not exactly sure since I’ve never done this before. I think I would like to get to know you better as a person first. I’ve had a few sex experiences and the ones that were kind of anonymous weren’t very satisfying. I had one longer-term girlfriend that taught me a lot and I still miss her now that her family moved away. I guess I’m open to suggestions from somebody who has more life experience than me.”

Marla liked that. He wasn’t brash and arrogant and she couldn’t imagine good sex without the personal connection either. They both thought about this issue for a few minutes.

Marla was so damn intrigued that her pussy was getting wet and she thought that she could smell it. It had been ages since that happened, probably when she read the last romance novel where the married heroine struggled with fidelity. That was going to be one of her issues, she knew. It wasn’t something she could just go talk to her husband about, although she really wished that was possible.

“Let’s chew on this a bit,” she said and then they both chuckled a bit at the double-entendre. “Good,” she thought, “He’s got a sense of humor.” They arranged another coffee meeting in two days.

This wife with an issue struggled to maintain her normal behavior, postponing the desire to screw her husband because it wasn’t one of the usual times for them. Randy was sorting through porn pictures for one that matched her as closely as possible.

When she’d sipped a little bit of her coffee, Marla said, “I’m willing to go slowly and see how the preliminaries go. I’m not willing to commit to all the way just yet. How does that work for you?”

Randy had delight all over his face as he said, “Anything I can do with you will be terrific. I don’t live very far from here if you would like to go with me now. I can take the rest of the afternoon off.”

He had a small apartment in a rundown building but it was neat and clean. Unsure how to get started, she suggested they get on the bed with their tops off and just explore. When she let her pendulous breasts out of the bra, Randy breathed, “They are lovely, I want you to know.”

“Mmmm, that’s nice to hear,” she thought, remembering how her husband had commented that he’d liked them better when they were smaller and more firm like when they first met.

They started by kissing and using fingertips to explore the uncovered parts above their waists, then moved to the same with their mouths. Randy got tickled when she gently bit his nipples. His fingertips on her breasts were absolutely delightful and she felt a major response between her legs. When he began sucking and nibbling on her big nipples, she orgasmed, startling him and her as well since it never happened with her husband.

“So far so good,” she said to herself. Aloud she said, “I’m ready for the other half if you are. Let me take your clothes off and you can do the same to me. When his erection was untangled from his whitey-tightys she stroked it gently with her fingertips, not quite ready to taste it. That was enough to get him to shoot long creamy ropes almost to his chin.

When he apologized, she told him he should be proud to be so virile. She dipped her finger in it and gave it a taste. It was better than her husband’s and she told him so.