25-07-2026, 03:25 PM
“Even if they’re old or young or fat and know they’ll never in this lifetime have you. They want you to smile upon them.
“And I know that’s what Bill felt like that night...”
She grabbed his hand, held it tight and raised herself up to catch his lips with her own.
“No, don’t mention his name, Clint. I don’t want him here. He’s not part of my-“
He shut her up and rolled onto her, sliding his cock deep inside her in one fluid motion so that she gasped into his mouth but couldn’t make a sound.
His cock slammed in as far as it would go, so hard it bruised her, but she pushed herself up to him to take even more of him inside her. She wrapped her
legs around him to keep him as deep as she could, only allowing him to pull back and then ram it home again.
He ran his lips down from hers nipping her neck and then fastened on her right nipple, sucking and then pulling it up with her teeth hard enough to make her wince. But it just made her wetter. He’d already discovered that she liked a little bit of pain. Sucking hard made her moan inside her throat and start to scratch his back.
She wanted him to hammer her hard, the way Doug had, the way---no no no and she pulled her mind from the past and concentrated on the feel of him inside her, the way he played her, using her breasts and lips and pussy and ass, kneading and stroking and pulling and hammering and driving any thought but the moment out of her mind.
And then she felt him speeding up and she exploded around him and still the hard ram inside her hammered and she came again and she felt him almost there and she scratched his back and screamed and felt him pouring into her one molten blast after another and she came again.
He fell backwards, and she felt his still hard cock sliding out of her and she felt empty.
She rolled onto her stomach and found his cock and licked it, then shimmied up the bed until her breasts were over his face. She smothered him and grinned as he licked and then sucked as much as he could of the left and then the right in his mouth.
“Does baby like that?” she said in a teasing tone. She lifted herself lightly and batted them across her face.
He sounded winded but, “God yes, just let me lay here and suck for a while till I get my strength back. I’m not 20 anymore.”
She pulled her breasts out of his reach and then began to give him what Bill-fuck shit fuck - why did he keep sticking himself back into her memories—what the bastard had called a titty rub. She slid the heavy melons that sometimes gave backaches but were worth it up and down his chest and over his arms and back up to where he could nip them with his teeth and then down around his groin.
She sucked him first and then enveloped him with her breasts, rubbing them up and down and using her hands to press them in and, not surprisingly, in a few minutes she felt the steel beginning to return and he started to rise again.
Then she stopped and keep his quivering cock motionless a few inches away from her hot wet mouth and looked up at him to ask, “Do you want to fuck me again, Clint...or would you like to cum like this?”
He answered her by grabbing her head and pulling her mouth onto him and he hadn’t thrust more than two or three times until he was squirting into her mouth. She continued to titty rub him until the squirting stopped. He didn’t have much, but hell, like he’d said, he wasn’t’ 20 anymore.
She kept her head in his lap while she licked him clean and rolled it around her mouth before swallowing. As she’d told Teller, she knew the taste of a man’s semen. As a young girl she’d hated it. It didn’t taste like anything else she’d ever tasted. But, now...hell if you could learn to like oysters you could learn to like almost anything.
She waited until she thought she’d swallowed it all before moving up to lay her head against his chest. Most guys, no matter how nice they were trying to be, just didn’t like tasting their own cum. They didn’t mind licking pussy, but their own...probably some hang-up about having homoerotic tendencies. She still didn’t understand, but when a guy made her feel this good, why force him to do something that really turned him off.
They lay like that for awhile until they were both breathing normally and then Clint slid her off him and asked, “You want a beer? Wine? I got coffee and some Danish in the kitchen in case you worked up an appetite.”
“Coffee would be good. No Danish. Got to watch the figure.” “Can I watch it for you?”
She pretended to slap at him. A few minutes later they were sitting up in his bed naked, drinking hot coffee carefully. Clint was demolishing two frosted slices of Cheese Danish.
They’d been talking about nothing in particular when Clint said, “So what did Bill do this time?”
“Don’t Clint...don’t go there.”
“I keep telling you, it’s alright Debbie. You were married until a few months ago. It takes a couple of years for most people to get their heads screwed on right. I was in love with my wife for five years after she died and she was a cheating lying bitch.”
“Just like me...that’s what you’re thinking, isn’t it,” she said, turning away from him to put her coffee on the side table and thought maybe this was a mistake.
He was able to grab her shoulder before she got off the bed and pulled her back to him. She wouldn’t face him but she didn’t try to pull away.
“That’s what you see yourself as, isn’t it? Yeah, you made mistakes. But most of the time it takes two people to kill a marriage. Bill is a good guy, but from
what you’ve said, he wasn’t the best husband in the world. Even if it was 100 percent your fault, you two are done now. You’ve got a new job, you’re seeing at least one nice guy and if Bill hasn’t found somebody, he will.
“He’s not that old, even if he thinks he is, he’s a powerful man in an important job and he’s started getting famous. Trust me, women will be stalking him.”
He was silent for a moment then put his hands on her shoulders.
“He has, hasn’t he? That’s why you came here tonight. I’m hurt. I thought you were lusting for my body. This was a revenge fuck. Even if he doesn’t know about it, you’re giving another man what used to be his.”
“Her name is Aline. Aline for God’s sake. Who’s named Aline? And she’s a
miserable….stewardess. Oh she works on a cruise ship, but it’s the same damned thing. Coffee, tea or me. And in his case, she gave him HER.”
Clint’s voice was gentle.
“You had Doug. You’ve got me. And...I don’t know...maybe other boyfriends. He’s got one woman. Why does it bother you so much?”
“It’s just you, Clint. No one night stands, no pulling some young stud lawyer’s pants down and sucking him off, no zipless fucks. Just you. You believe me?”
“If you say so, Deb, I believe you. We’re not married. You’ve got no reason to lie.”
“I think...the gossip is...he’s probably had other women. I’m not surprised. Since he started getting into shape, got that new look, I knew he’d find somebody. But why her?”
“What is so special about this Aline?”
“Because,” and she took a deep breath to avoid screaming, “because she’s beautiful and French and she’s a goddamned bone and standing next to her I felt like a 400 pound hippo. She doesn’t have any tits, but what she’s got looks good. Shit, I felt fat, and old next to her. And she LOOKS at me like I’m fat and old.”
She turned to look at him.
“Women don’t look at me that way, Clint. They’re jealous, they’re contemptuous because they think I’m a slut and a threat to steal their husbands or boyfriends, but not like....I didn’t....I didn’t....threaten her. She thought she was hotter than I am. and the bitch rubbed it in that she had Bill now.
“She walked out in front of my whole family, my parents, our children flat naked, rubbing her pussy. The only way she could have made it more obvious is if she’d thrown Bill down and started screwing him.”
Clint shook his head.
“She walked out in front of your whole family naked?”
“Long story. They pretended it was an accident. But I know the bitch planned it. Not an ounce of fat on her. Every guy in the room got hardons, I know it. And what could I say? Everybody knows about me and Doug. I had to swallow any comment I could have made about her being a cheating damned slut tramp.”
“Okay, I can see that would be...traumatic. But, still, you knew he was going to find somebody. He found a beautiful woman. He did it before. What’s so different about this?”
She leaned into him and nestled her head against his neck and shoulder. He couldn’t’ see her eyes.
“I....this sounds crazy....I know it does. But....it was the WAY he looked at her.”
He felt moisture on his neck and realized she was crying.
“What kind of terrible monster am I? I didn’t love him and I went to another man and I enjoyed the fact that the man I’d thrown away was still hung up on me and now when I can see that he cares for somebody else, it’s killing me.”
He held her until the tears stopped and then pushed her away. He wiped the tears away.
“You’re a human being, Deb. You’re a gorgeous, big breasted walking wet dream, but you’re still just a human being. You did what you thought was right at the time. And now you’re having second thoughts.”
“And now....you’ve got issues. And it might be too late to do anything about them.”
“Might be? MIGHT BE? Christ, no way will we get back together. I—there are things I’m trying to get straight in my head, but he still makes me see red sometimes. And—he would never be interested in me again. Don’t ask. He just never will be. And anyway...how long did it take you to get over your cheating wife?”
She sat back and looked into his eyes and saw the answer to her question.
“And I know that’s what Bill felt like that night...”
She grabbed his hand, held it tight and raised herself up to catch his lips with her own.
“No, don’t mention his name, Clint. I don’t want him here. He’s not part of my-“
He shut her up and rolled onto her, sliding his cock deep inside her in one fluid motion so that she gasped into his mouth but couldn’t make a sound.
His cock slammed in as far as it would go, so hard it bruised her, but she pushed herself up to him to take even more of him inside her. She wrapped her
legs around him to keep him as deep as she could, only allowing him to pull back and then ram it home again.
He ran his lips down from hers nipping her neck and then fastened on her right nipple, sucking and then pulling it up with her teeth hard enough to make her wince. But it just made her wetter. He’d already discovered that she liked a little bit of pain. Sucking hard made her moan inside her throat and start to scratch his back.
She wanted him to hammer her hard, the way Doug had, the way---no no no and she pulled her mind from the past and concentrated on the feel of him inside her, the way he played her, using her breasts and lips and pussy and ass, kneading and stroking and pulling and hammering and driving any thought but the moment out of her mind.
And then she felt him speeding up and she exploded around him and still the hard ram inside her hammered and she came again and she felt him almost there and she scratched his back and screamed and felt him pouring into her one molten blast after another and she came again.
He fell backwards, and she felt his still hard cock sliding out of her and she felt empty.
She rolled onto her stomach and found his cock and licked it, then shimmied up the bed until her breasts were over his face. She smothered him and grinned as he licked and then sucked as much as he could of the left and then the right in his mouth.
“Does baby like that?” she said in a teasing tone. She lifted herself lightly and batted them across her face.
He sounded winded but, “God yes, just let me lay here and suck for a while till I get my strength back. I’m not 20 anymore.”
She pulled her breasts out of his reach and then began to give him what Bill-fuck shit fuck - why did he keep sticking himself back into her memories—what the bastard had called a titty rub. She slid the heavy melons that sometimes gave backaches but were worth it up and down his chest and over his arms and back up to where he could nip them with his teeth and then down around his groin.
She sucked him first and then enveloped him with her breasts, rubbing them up and down and using her hands to press them in and, not surprisingly, in a few minutes she felt the steel beginning to return and he started to rise again.
“Ohhhhhh... ”
“You like that huh...you like having those big heavy titties loving your dick....don’t lie I can tell............................................. let’s see if you like this,” and she captured him in her
mouth, sucked, then let him go and caressed him again. She sucked and rubbed and massaged and in minutes he was thrusting up to meet her mouth.
Then she stopped and keep his quivering cock motionless a few inches away from her hot wet mouth and looked up at him to ask, “Do you want to fuck me again, Clint...or would you like to cum like this?”
He answered her by grabbing her head and pulling her mouth onto him and he hadn’t thrust more than two or three times until he was squirting into her mouth. She continued to titty rub him until the squirting stopped. He didn’t have much, but hell, like he’d said, he wasn’t’ 20 anymore.
She kept her head in his lap while she licked him clean and rolled it around her mouth before swallowing. As she’d told Teller, she knew the taste of a man’s semen. As a young girl she’d hated it. It didn’t taste like anything else she’d ever tasted. But, now...hell if you could learn to like oysters you could learn to like almost anything.
She waited until she thought she’d swallowed it all before moving up to lay her head against his chest. Most guys, no matter how nice they were trying to be, just didn’t like tasting their own cum. They didn’t mind licking pussy, but their own...probably some hang-up about having homoerotic tendencies. She still didn’t understand, but when a guy made her feel this good, why force him to do something that really turned him off.
They lay like that for awhile until they were both breathing normally and then Clint slid her off him and asked, “You want a beer? Wine? I got coffee and some Danish in the kitchen in case you worked up an appetite.”
“Coffee would be good. No Danish. Got to watch the figure.” “Can I watch it for you?”
She pretended to slap at him. A few minutes later they were sitting up in his bed naked, drinking hot coffee carefully. Clint was demolishing two frosted slices of Cheese Danish.
They’d been talking about nothing in particular when Clint said, “So what did Bill do this time?”
“Don’t Clint...don’t go there.”
“I keep telling you, it’s alright Debbie. You were married until a few months ago. It takes a couple of years for most people to get their heads screwed on right. I was in love with my wife for five years after she died and she was a cheating lying bitch.”
“Just like me...that’s what you’re thinking, isn’t it,” she said, turning away from him to put her coffee on the side table and thought maybe this was a mistake.
He was able to grab her shoulder before she got off the bed and pulled her back to him. She wouldn’t face him but she didn’t try to pull away.
“That’s what you see yourself as, isn’t it? Yeah, you made mistakes. But most of the time it takes two people to kill a marriage. Bill is a good guy, but from
what you’ve said, he wasn’t the best husband in the world. Even if it was 100 percent your fault, you two are done now. You’ve got a new job, you’re seeing at least one nice guy and if Bill hasn’t found somebody, he will.
“He’s not that old, even if he thinks he is, he’s a powerful man in an important job and he’s started getting famous. Trust me, women will be stalking him.”
He was silent for a moment then put his hands on her shoulders.
“He has, hasn’t he? That’s why you came here tonight. I’m hurt. I thought you were lusting for my body. This was a revenge fuck. Even if he doesn’t know about it, you’re giving another man what used to be his.”
“Her name is Aline. Aline for God’s sake. Who’s named Aline? And she’s a
miserable….stewardess. Oh she works on a cruise ship, but it’s the same damned thing. Coffee, tea or me. And in his case, she gave him HER.”
Clint’s voice was gentle.
“You had Doug. You’ve got me. And...I don’t know...maybe other boyfriends. He’s got one woman. Why does it bother you so much?”
“It’s just you, Clint. No one night stands, no pulling some young stud lawyer’s pants down and sucking him off, no zipless fucks. Just you. You believe me?”
“If you say so, Deb, I believe you. We’re not married. You’ve got no reason to lie.”
“I think...the gossip is...he’s probably had other women. I’m not surprised. Since he started getting into shape, got that new look, I knew he’d find somebody. But why her?”
“What is so special about this Aline?”
“Because,” and she took a deep breath to avoid screaming, “because she’s beautiful and French and she’s a goddamned bone and standing next to her I felt like a 400 pound hippo. She doesn’t have any tits, but what she’s got looks good. Shit, I felt fat, and old next to her. And she LOOKS at me like I’m fat and old.”
She turned to look at him.
“Women don’t look at me that way, Clint. They’re jealous, they’re contemptuous because they think I’m a slut and a threat to steal their husbands or boyfriends, but not like....I didn’t....I didn’t....threaten her. She thought she was hotter than I am. and the bitch rubbed it in that she had Bill now.
“She walked out in front of my whole family, my parents, our children flat naked, rubbing her pussy. The only way she could have made it more obvious is if she’d thrown Bill down and started screwing him.”
Clint shook his head.
“She walked out in front of your whole family naked?”
“Long story. They pretended it was an accident. But I know the bitch planned it. Not an ounce of fat on her. Every guy in the room got hardons, I know it. And what could I say? Everybody knows about me and Doug. I had to swallow any comment I could have made about her being a cheating damned slut tramp.”
“Okay, I can see that would be...traumatic. But, still, you knew he was going to find somebody. He found a beautiful woman. He did it before. What’s so different about this?”
She leaned into him and nestled her head against his neck and shoulder. He couldn’t’ see her eyes.
“I....this sounds crazy....I know it does. But....it was the WAY he looked at her.”
“How?”
“I know that look, Clint. It was the way he looked at me. Even....even after things blew up, when he was hurting, I knew when he looked at me he still loved me. He was looking at her that way. And it drove me crazy.”He felt moisture on his neck and realized she was crying.
“What kind of terrible monster am I? I didn’t love him and I went to another man and I enjoyed the fact that the man I’d thrown away was still hung up on me and now when I can see that he cares for somebody else, it’s killing me.”
He held her until the tears stopped and then pushed her away. He wiped the tears away.
“You’re a human being, Deb. You’re a gorgeous, big breasted walking wet dream, but you’re still just a human being. You did what you thought was right at the time. And now you’re having second thoughts.”
“No-“
“Yes, you’re having second thoughts. I don’t mean you’re going to go back to him, but I told you before I thought you moved too fast.
“You took up with another man before you straightened things out with Bill. You probably, in a perfect world, should have filed for divorce or got a separation, maybe went in for counseling. That way if it fell apart you could have had Doug or anybody else you wanted.“And now....you’ve got issues. And it might be too late to do anything about them.”
“Might be? MIGHT BE? Christ, no way will we get back together. I—there are things I’m trying to get straight in my head, but he still makes me see red sometimes. And—he would never be interested in me again. Don’t ask. He just never will be. And anyway...how long did it take you to get over your cheating wife?”
She sat back and looked into his eyes and saw the answer to her question.
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