I am Stacey, a woman around thirty three. I am a single mom to a lovable 3 year old. I was married to this amazing man I met at my university for not more than a couple of years, after 4 years of courtship. Now, coming back to Joe, the man was an adorable person, at least for the first one year since the wedding. However, things did not go as per my expectations, they usually do not tend to. Similarly, my fairy tale romance came to end soon after Ben, our first child was conceived. That’s when I started getting close gradually.
I would not dare say that there was something wrong with my ex-husband but we were just not compatible, especially sexually. He was over indulged in his work. He was out of the city most of the nights and my physical needs were barely sufficed. So, we decided to call the marriage off once the compromises failed to save my marriage. So, this was a brief introduction to my failed marriage and my personal sphere. Also, I must let out the emotions and thoughts that I have been trying to suppress within myself over a month now. To satisfy my sexual needs, I often purchased new toys from an online adult sex shop.
So, it was a Friday afternoon and Ben was at school when I heard the doorbell ring. I answered it to find a tall good looking man who would not have been more than thirty eight. He did look familiar but I had a hard time recognizing him. Instead, I decided to greet him with a half smile and a half confused look on my face. He smiled back and said, ‘Do you remember me?’
I shook my head in reply.
“Is it not obvious? Well stupid of me to expect you to. Anyway, hi, I am Steve. Your husband’s cousin”
“Are you talking about Joe?” I managed to utter.
“Ah yes! I met you at the wedding. Well I just wanted to crash in to surprise Joe. This was his address he gave me before I left for LA three years back. You must be Stacey?”
“Um…”
“Is Ben around?”
“No he is at school. Also, I shall inform you that Joe and I are divorced now. It has been a couple of years that I have been a single mom to Ben.”
“I am sorry…well…I don’t know what to say to that. I am such a dickhead,” he looked genuinely embarrassed. It was kind of funny to watch him make the funny face.
“Do you want to come in or something while I give you Joe’s contact and address?” I offered.
Courtesy was something I succeeded to grasp since childhood. He agreed to wait indoors. The next hour was followed by conversations regarding work, Joe, his childhood and other irrelevant stories. I would not lie, but I did enjoy his company. I poured him a glass of fancy wine and walked to the kitchen with my glass. It was almost three by the clock and I was sure that he travelled a long way. The utmost I could do for him is to offer him lunch.
I put on my apron over my knee length spaghetti dress when I felt something weird. I could feel a man’s touch around my waist and warm breath on my neck. I shall be honest with you so I admit that although it caught me off guard, I did not dislike it and we started getting close. He groped my firm breasts with his strong arms, pressing them lover my dress. I deliberately lifted my dress and pushed my butt on his crotch which already felt hard. I turned around, locking his lips with mine while he ripped the buttons of my dress off, revealing my huge breasts. Canoodling with my thighs, I was left standing by the kitchen slab in my lingerie.
He removed his shirt and I noticed that he has been sweating all over his abs. He did have a hot physique I had been craving for all this while. He lifted me and made me sit on the tiled slab, spreading my legs. All I could feel was lust’s insanity and his fingers inside me. He dug deep inside me, choking me with the other hand. He slipped his hand from my throat to my bust. Caressing my tits and playing with my nipples, making them harder than ever. I scratched his back while he unzipped his pants and pushed his big cock inside me.
With every stroke, the velocity of his thrust increased and i bit his neck in pleasure. He ran his fingers along my neckline and all over my back once he unhooked my bra. We kissed for several minutes while he kept spanking me and shoving his dick into my wet pussy. The hard long strokes made me reach cloud nine and my grabbed his hair, my boobs touching his bare chest often. Deeper strokes and I could feel myself cumming. He pulled it out, pushed his tongue inside me and canoodled with my clit. There I was cumming for my ex-husband’s cousin.
It was indeed the best sex I had in a while and my dirty secret shall be buried with me.