Chapter 2

Janey Edmond was dressed and ready to go. Big game today. Playing the best team. Coach said they could win if they played well. Janey thought they were ready, now if she could just get her mother to shag her ass. Janey laughed as she bounced down the stairs...

... I was dressed but not really excited about going to this stupid soccer game. Janey had been pestering me all morning. I could hear her bounding down the stairs. The only thing good about going to my daughter's soccer games was getting to see the hunk of a coach they had. I laughed and headed out to the car...

... Paul was in Vietnam, drafted right out of college. Don't pass Go, don't collect $200... Just a private's pay, which was just about $200 with combat pay. I stayed in Santa Barbara, finished my degree and fucked Randy about three times a week... Always in the manager's office, always after hours. He'd asked, a couple of times, if he could drop by my place. I refused. The affair just petered out after I graduated and got a real job... Paul was back, we were both employed and then I got pregnate with Janey.

I was too busy to do anything but raise my daughter and struggle with my career. I wasn't indiscret again until after Janey started school... My first big promotion. The first woman to make it to management in five years.

... His name was Clark and he was a regional vice-president. He had his hands on me most of the evening. It was a small celebration. Just the V.P. and my immediate supervisor... A great meal with drinks and wine. I felt like a queen. This was not a token thing. I had earned the promotion all by myself. My immmediate supervisor excused himself and went home early. I never considered it might be planned. Paul was home with Janey.

We were in his suite but it was still early... About eight-thirty... More drinks. I forgot how we got there? The door to the bedroom was wide open and smack dab in the middle of the room was this huge king size bed.

The next thing I knew he was kissing me and I was kissing back. I was being consumed with lust. His hands were on my breasts and I was massaging his boner. The drinks forgotten, we were in the bedroom, stripping off our clothes. His cock was no where near Randy's size and I was disappointed.

His mouth was like a suction cup on my breast meat. I could feel the blood rushing to my skin. My nipples were painful and then he was chewing on them and I was wild.

He was fucking me in under five minutes and I was surprised how wet my pussy was. I was quickly in the throes of a very descent orgasm. He was still humping but had already shot his wad. I could feel his spunk dribble down the crack of my ass. We were making a squishy noises. I was hungry for more but Clark was done for the night and I was home by ten-thirty.

I was sure that if Clark had been able to put out my fires, it wouldn't have happened?!

He was eighteen and working at the supermarket as a box boy or whatever they call them today. His name tag read Trent. I thought I caught him looking at my breasts once. The second time, I was positive. I smiled. He smiled back. I think that's what got me. I wouldn't have made a play for him if he'd appeared embarassed. Well, I don't think I would have? Anyway, he's loading the trunk of the car with groceries when I asked him if he ever made home deliveries after work. I felt this was as far as I could go... Not quite a straight come-on.

"For you, Mrs. Edmond... Anything." I was almost positive we were talking about the same thing? I felt guilty later but not guilty enough to blow it off. It was a Friday afternoon. Paul wouldn't be home until Saturday afternoon, some business trip and Janey was staying over night with friends.

I thought maybe I'd made a mistake when he asked what I wanted to order but threw caution to the winds and answered, "A special delivery, Trent." A long silence followed. "Trent?"

"Yea... Cool... I got'cha, Mrs. Edmond... A special delivery... I get off at six... That ok?"

"I can hardly wait." I felt like a slut but it sounded like he did this every day. I'd always felt that way with Randy... Well, it had turned me on but it'd been a very long time ago... Like I said, since Randy. While Clark was ok... I wanted a regular charge, like Randy... Two, three times a week. My crotch was damp when I changed my panties and sprayed a bit of perfume on my breasts and pussy.

Time crawled. I couldn't stop reminising about that first night with Randy. I considered masterbating for a while but decided to gut it out. The wait would intenseify the pleasure, right?

I had to will myself to walk when the door bell rang at six-fifteen. He had a bag of groceries in his arm and the first thing out of his mouth was, "Thought this would make it kind of look like I'm really delivering groceries. I sure hope nobody thinks the store does this all the time."