It had been a difficult week for Sally. After the initial euphoria of getting a car, clothes and her hair done. The stark realisation slowly sank in. He had cheated on her, and her marriage was over. She was forty-three, a mother of two, and a future divorcee. Her circle of friends was tiny and her cheating husband slept in the adjoining room. Her life was a mess.

She knew that he couldn’t stay there forever, God knows he didn’t want to be there. But she was angry and she wanted to hurt him, even though she knew that it wasn’t really in her nature to react as she was doing. Her kids couldn’t understand why she hadn’t thrown him out, and her daughter was particularly vocal in her reaction the last time they’d spoken on the phone.

The weekend arrived and she was determined to start living again, the problem was, she had no idea how to do it. She searched through her phone as she looked for someone to call. But he’d slowly removed many of her contacts over the years, and when he got her the new mobile he’d made sure that he knew exactly which numbers were on there. Eventually, she called Anna again and asked her if she fancied a night out. Anna said that she’d love one and said that she’d call a couple of the ‘girls’ and ask them to join them.

He’d gone to visit his parents for the day which she was glad about. She had begun to realise that having him around might not be such a good idea. But she was still so angry that she just wanted him to hurt as she had.

It was late morning and she’d showered and as she dried herself she stared at her reflection in the full-size mirror on the wall. She looked at her body and had to admit that she looked pretty good for her age, bearing in mind that she’d pushed out two children.

She slid her hands over her breasts which were a little droopy but still looked good. Her thirty-six C-cup’s were topped with a pair of dark brown areolae, and sensitive nipples, and only got more sensitive after the birth of her children.

Her eyes fell onto her hips, a little full for her liking, she was never a skinny girl, and once her first child had arrived, she never dropped below a size twelve again and had a constant ‘muffin-top’ that she could never get rid of.

However, her biggest pet-hate was her pubic hair. Ian had insisted that she grew it. He said that he preferred her to have a full bush. But whenever they watched porn, especially in the early years, he always got turned on most by women with shaved and smooth pussies. She ran her fingers through her thick bush and they brushed over her clit and she shivered. She stared at the thick, red hair and knew what she had to do. She quickly dressed in jogging pants and a sweater and grabbed her car keys on her way out of the door and headed for the supermarket.

She returned an hour later and emptied the carrier bags of food that she’d bought on the spur of the moment. Then she turned and picked up the product that she had specifically gone out to buy, ‘hair removal cream for intimate areas.’ She headed upstairs as she read the instruction leaflet from inside of the box.

“Okay. First I need to pre-shave.

She smiled and headed into his bedroom and the en-suite. She found what she sought, his electric beard-trimmer. She picked it up and turned it on, it buzzed and she smiled.

“He’ll never know.

She returned to her room and undressed. Then she sat on the edge of the bath and trimmed her thick bush until it was quite short and almost stubbly. She cleaned up her trimmings and began to fill the bath. Then she slipped into the foamy water and lay back. It had been a long time since she’d had a nice long soak, and as she was required to ‘soften’ her skin in preparation for the cream, she’d decided to enjoy herself whilst she did it.

Half-an-hour later she stepped out of the bath and dried herself off. Her fingers slid over her now smooth pussy and it felt so weird. After so many years of having hair, it felt so strange, but also it felt as if the whole area surrounding her pussy had increased sensitivity.

She returned to the bedroom and stood in front of the mirror. She pulled the towel away and stared at her reflection and her eyes fell onto her bald, smooth pussy. She noticed that her labia were thick and puffy, and her clit was pushing at its hood as if trying to escape. She smiled, she liked it.

Later that evening, she dressed for her night out, the first for as long as she could remember and she began to remember the feeling of excitement that a night out with her friends used to bring.

She slipped on the brand-new underwear that she had bought on her shopping trip with Anna. She pulled the skimpy, sheer panties on and smoothed them over her crotch. The material felt so nice against the now smooth skin of her pussy and when she pulled them up she noticed that the sheer material moulded itself to the folds of her labia and formed a perfect camel-toe. That was something that she hadn’t seen since before she was married.

The matching bra also felt good against her skin, and she could see her dark nipples clearly through the sheer material. She took the dress from the hanger and slipped it over her head, it was one of the new items that she’d bought with Anna and whilst it was quite a simple dress, it felt good to pull on something new. She had not bought anything new for herself for a while. She stepped into her new heels, only a couple of inches, nothing too extravagant and checked herself one last time before nodding.

“You look good Sally.”She said to herself before she left.

She stepped out of the taxi and walked the few short steps towards the door of the bar where she was meeting the girls. Her heart raced as she approached the doorman, a huge bulky guy who watched her approach. She felt his eyes piercing through her dress as he checked her out. He smiled at her as he opened the door for her.

“Have a good evening madam.

She smiled and thanked him and entered. As soon as she did she was hit with a wall of sound. She realised then, that it had been some time that she had been out on a Saturday night. She found Anna and the others and when they saw her they let out a series of squeals and cheers as they wrapped their arms around her and each hugged her like a long-lost friend. She was handed a glass, she had no idea what was in it but she drank it as the women almost immediately began to talk about the many guys who stood around them.

They visited a few pubs and wine bars during the evening, and as the time approached eleven her friends started to drift off home, as most of them were married or had partners waiting for them. Finally, as it approached midnight Sally and her old friend Karen were the only two left. They had just left their last bar and Sally thought that they were headed for the taxi stand, but Karen pulled her by the arm.

“C’mon. I’m in the mood for dancing.” She slurred.

She was quite drunk, as was Sally who hadn’t had a lot to drink, but like many things, it had been a long time since she had that much alcohol. They headed for the nearest club, where they waited for about ten minutes before they got in, then they walked into the main area and the nose was almost deafening to Sally. Karen had picked a club where the music was more ‘disco’ than ‘dance’ and Sally soon found herself on the dance-floor with Karen dancing to some of her favourite ‘disco’ tunes.

She was surprised at how much she enjoyed dancing and was even more surprised when two young guys approached and asked them both for a dance. A few dances later and they were stood with drinks in their hands as they chatted to the two young guys. Both were students at the local university and both seemed to be nice young men. Sally was flattered by the attention and was soon relaxed around her guy, Ben, who was twenty-one and in his final year.

They danced some more and eventually she began to feel tired. It was all proving too much for her. Karen was still going, and when Sally told her that she was going home, Ben offered to share her taxi, so Karen stayed with her date, and Ben left with Sally.

On the taxi ride, she was feeling drowsy, she leaned her head against his as she told him that she’d had a great night. When it pulled up outside of her house she looked at him. She wondered whether she should kiss him goodnight, and whilst she pondered it, he leaned in and kissed her. She had not felt like she did for a long time and she held onto his arms as her body began to respond to his touch.

They broke and she was quite breathless, she whispered.

“Do you want to come in for a coffee?

She closed her eyes, embarrassed, it was such a cliché.

He smiled and looked out of the window at the two cars parked in the drive. She glanced to where he looked.

“Oh. It’s okay. Honestly. It’s my husband, but he‘s only here until he can find his place. We’re separated.

She could see that he was thinking, and concerned about the situation. She squeezed his hand.


He glanced at the driver who simply raised his eyebrows at him as their eyes met in the rear-view mirror. He smiled at her and nodded.

Inside the house was silent and dark. She turned on the lights and headed for the kitchen. He followed her and asked about her husband. She told him the story of his affair but altered it so that the reason that he was still there was that he couldn’t find a place yet.

“But he’s got his room.

He smiled as he stood in the kitchen and looked at her.

“Okay. Well, it is just a coffee after all isn’t it.

She turned around and faced him. Her breathing had quickened and she could felt that her nipples were hard, she was aroused, she wanted so much more than coffee from this young man.

She stepped towards him. Their bodies touching, their faces close, she stared into his eyes.


He stared back at her.


She could hold back no longer and threw her hands around his neck and pulled him to her and their lips met. She kissed him passionately as he pressed his tongue at her lips, which parted and he pushed and played with hers inside of her mouth. He pushed her and pressed her against the cabinets as he ground his body against her. She moaned and sighed as his lips ignited fires within her that had lain unlit for so long.

They broke and stared at each other, they were both panting. She held onto his hands.

“Screw coffee. Want to come upstairs?

He didn’t hesitate, he nodded. She took his hand and led him from the kitchen and left the kettle to switch itself off as they walked quietly upstairs.

She led him past her husband’s bedroom and into hers. He closed the door behind him and when he turned around she was already pulling her dress over her head. He stared at her as she let it fall and she stood in her sheer black underwear. He smiled and walked towards her. She stopped him.

“Get undressed. I need this now.” She panted.

He stopped and started to pull his shirt from his pants and she reached behind and unclipped her bra. As it dropped to the floor he gasped, her nipples were like bullets, she was so turned on. He pulled his shirt over his head without unbuttoning it as he kept his eyes focussed on her as she slipped her fingers into her panties and slowly slid them down her legs and kicked them off.

When she stood up he gasped at her. She looked beautiful. His eyes fell onto her pussy and he smiled.

“Hmm. Sally. You are the perfect MILF.

She smiled. She knew what a MILF was and it turned her on to know that she was a ‘Mother I'd like to fuck’. He quickly stripped, and as he stepped out of his boxers she stared at his cock. He was hard and though not huge, his cock looked to be a good seven inches or so.

He moved towards her and kissed her. As he did, he let his hands stroke across her back and cup her ass cheeks. He pulled her against him and she felt his cock press into her belly. He was just over six-feet tall and she felt her legs weaken as he held her in his arms.

He laid her down on the bed and knelt over her.

“Do you like oral Sally?

She bit her lip and nodded. It had been years since Ian had done that for her. He smiled and moved to her feet and pushed her legs apart. She closed her eyes as he lay between her legs and she felt his mouth on her smooth, bald pussy. She gasped out loud as he slipped his tongue between her puffy labia and licked around her clit and then took it into his lips and nibbled on it.

She grabbed his head and her fingers pulled at his hair and she cried out as he began to lick and suck on her pussy and clit. She moaned and writhed beneath him as he worked his lips and tongue all over her pussy.

“Oh fuck Ben! YES. That’s it! Oh god don’t stop!” she pleaded as he made her feel things that she hadn’t done for years.

He continued to work his tongue along her slit and his lips pressed and teased her clit. She pushed her pussy up against his mouth as she wriggled and moved under him. She was panting and crying out, her moans so loud that her husband couldn’t fail to hear. But he was the furthest person from her mind at that moment. The only thing she thought about was the impending orgasm that she could feel rush towards her.

When it hit it hit like a tornado. She screamed, not a cry, not a yell, a full-blown scream as her whole body shook from the massive orgasm that swept through her body. Her legs gripped his head and held him tight as she shook and trembled, cried out and squealed through her orgasm. Her body bucked and writhed under him as he struggled to hold onto her, but he did and as her orgasm began to subside, she slowed down. And eventually, she came to rest and her body went limp. Her thighs released his head and he could once again breathe normally.

He rested for a few moments then slid from her thighs and lay beside her. He took her in his arms and kissed her.

“Wow. I’ve never seen anyone react like that before Sally.

She smiled and looked at him through half-open eyes.

“Like I said. It’s been a while.

They lay together for a while. Then, she kissed him and sat up.

“Your turn now.

She slid her hand down his body and her fingers curled around his shaft. He wasn’t too long, but he was quite thick, thicker than Ian. She began to slowly stroke it and he lay back and moaned as he enjoyed her fingers on his sensitive shaft.

He let out a moan as she lowered her lips over the wet tip and took the head into her mouth and let her tongue lick and flick across the sensitive head of his cock. Then she slipped the rest into her mouth and began to slide her lips up and down his shaft.

He groaned and placed a hand on the back of her head as she bobbed it up and down as she sucked his cock.

“Oh, Sally. Your mouth is so soft. You do know how to do that don’t you?

She did, it just had been a while. She kept going, her tongue licking his shaft and flicking across the tip as she worked his cock in and out of her mouth. She kept going until she felt his balls twitch and then she stopped and looked at him.

“I don’t want to waste that. You want to fuck me?

He grinned and nodded. She asked if he had a condom, she hadn’t been prepared for this, but thankfully he had. He slipped off the bed and pulled one from his trouser pocket.

She slid up the bed and lay down as he tore open the packet and slipped it onto his hard cock, Then he knelt between her legs and she stared at his cock, now covered in a thin, pink sheath and she smiled at the little bulbous bit on the end. She laid her head back as she felt him push her legs apart and lift her knees a little.

Then he leaned over her and she felt him search for her opening and she moaned as she felt it press against her. She looked at him as he tensed a little and pushed forward. She felt his thick head stretch her pussy, she moaned and then sighed as he forced his way past her entrance and into her.

He lay on her as he pushed further into her and after a pause, he began to fuck her. Long, slow strokes at first. He kissed her and held her as he pushed into her and slowly withdrew. But as she pushed back at him he began to increase his pace. She locked her feet behind his back as he started to pound into her and each thrust was accompanied with a grunt from him, and a cry of pleasure from her.

Again, the room filled with cries of pleasure and grunts and groans from him as he quickened his pace and began to pound her pussy hard.

“Oh fuck Ben. Jeez. Fuck me. That’s it. Oh god yes. Oh god!

She screamed as he pounded her pussy and the bed creaked and the headboard banged off the wall. She was consumed by her pleasure, she gave no thought to the person sleeping in the next room. Only he wasn’t sleeping. He was awake and had been from almost the moment that they had started and he’d heard her first orgasm.

She dug her fingers into his neck as she fucked up at him as he plunged into her. She begged him to fuck her harder, which he did and then, for the first time that she could remember. She orgasmed during sex. She screamed again as her body was overwhelmed by her orgasm as he pounded her pussy hard. She held onto him, her fingers dug into his skin hard as he slammed his cock into her.

He kept going throughout her orgasm and as she began to calm he thrust hard and groaned along with deep groan. She felt his cock swell inside of her and she knew that he was coming. She held him close as he lay on top of her and his cock jerked inside of her as he filled the condom with his cum.

He stayed on her until he was done, then he slowly rolled off her and lay beside her. She stared at the ceiling. She couldn’t believe what she had just done, and with a guy as young as he was. Nearly a boy. She glanced at him. He had taken off the condom and tied it. He dropped it on the floor and looked at her.

“Sally. I’ve never met your husband. But to cheat on you? He’s got to be some fucking fool. You are the hottest, sexiest woman that I’ve ever met. I’ve met some young students like myself. But none of them come close to you. That was amazing,”

She smiled at him and she turned and lay against his chest.

“Thank you, Ben. Thank you for making me feel like a woman again.

She suddenly felt tired, and before she knew it, she was asleep.

When she woke it took her a few moments to remember what had happened. She could feel a banging inside of her head, she had a hangover. She slowly opened her eyes and looked across the bed, it was empty. She reached out and let her hand slide across the sheet, it was cold.

She pulled herself up and sat up. She looked around and noticed a note on her side table. She picked it up.


Thanks for a wonderful night. It was the best night of my life. You are a truly beautiful woman, and the sex was fantastic. I left early as I didn’t fancy an awkward conversation with your ex. I’ve left you my number. Call me if you want to get together again when you are alone.

Ben X

She smiled as she finished reading his note.

‘I’ve just had a one-night-stand.’ She thought as she lay back down. Her next thought was that she had to get rid of this headache, and then, her husband. It took her over an hour, but eventually, she emerged from her bedroom and headed for the kitchen.

She had just finished her first coffee of the day when Ian walked in. She looked up, he looked terrible. She was going to ask if he was okay, but she looked in his eyes. He was broken. She knew then that he’d heard everything the night before and she felt terrible.

She had wanted to hurt him, but she had done more than that. He looked devastated and her thoughts turned to how she would manage to talk to him. In the end, she reverted to type and as he poured himself a coffee she looked at him.

“Ian. I’m sorry about last night. I was drunk, and, yes I was hurt. But I was wrong. I shouldn’t have done that, not with you here. You didn’t deserve that.

He turned around and faced her.

“Thank you. I get why you did it. What surprised me was that you did it. You had sex with someone just to spite me.

She hung her head. It wasn’t meant to be like this. She wasn’t the bad guy. But that was how she felt.

“Yes. I wanted to hurt you, Ian. But now, I’m sorry. It was wrong of me to do that.

He leaned against the counter.

“I think that I should leave now, don’t you?

She looked at him and nodded slowly.

“Yes, Ian. I do. I’m sorry.

He nodded and walked out, taking his cup of coffee with him.

She stayed in the kitchen and kept herself busy whilst he was upstairs. She stood at the kitchen window and watched the birds feeding at the many feeders that he had placed around their garden as she waited for him to come and say goodbye.

She heard the front door open as he went to put his bags into his car. She waited, suddenly she heard the sound of a car engine, and she walked out into the lounge, he had left. She noticed that he had left the house key on the sideboard. She looked out of the window just in time to see his car pull out of the drive and head down the road. ‘He’s gone. He never said goodbye?

And for the first time since she’d confronted him about his affair, she broke down and cried. As she pulled herself together she wiped her eyes and looked at her reflection in the mirror, ‘well now what do you do?

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