[Commission] When We Were Married - Doug and Debbie (Patreon)

Some time ago I did a review of the series When We Were Married by DanielQSteele1. I said I enjoyed the series overall, though I had my critiques about it. One of those critiques was that there wasn't very much detailed sex in the series. That's obviously a preference and doesn't really speak to anything regarding the series overall.

A patron reached out with a request to help go through a part of the story and expand on it. That's what this project is. It was a big undertaking and honestly we didn't get as far as we ultimately wanted, but what we got I feel was super fun and really good. Hopefully one day I'll be able to revisit this series again because I enjoyed it and it's unfortunate that it will never be finished due to the author's passing.

I encourage everyone to go read the original work that this is based on. This story takes place near the beginning of the series after a confrontation between the husband and wife. There's some mild spoilers but nothing that ruins things if you haven't necessarily read things before it. But again, I encourage you to read the series to get the full context of this portion I've written.

Thank you to the patron that requested this, it was a blast to write and really helped stretch my creativity.

Enjoy everyone.

Doug and Debbie

This was not how Debbie had planned for the night to go. After all those weeks of flirting, of feeling her connection with Doug becoming more than just mentor and friend, tonight that was all going to change. So how did it all go wrong?

Bill.

Bill just had to show up. She should have known something was up by the way he was acting. Everything had been so tense and… wrong over the last couple weeks since her one slip up. Her husband had latched onto that one little phrase that had slipped through her lips. A truth she’d been hiding and holding onto but in a moment of weakness, she’d vocalized her true feelings.

After all the flirting and sexual tension that had built up between her and Doug, this was supposed to be the night it all came together. She’d been looking forward to a lovely night. A night of friends and dancing and awards and…a spark. She wasn’t sure exactly what, but she knew something beautiful had been blooming between her and Doug. Debbie wasn’t blind to Doug’s appeal to almost all of the straight female staff. And she was sure he’d had a fling or two with some of them. Just the thought of that made her stomach clench and the hair on her neck prickle. She didn’t know why exactly. Doug was an adult. His own man. He could do what he wanted. But Debbie was the one he’d become friends with. The one he spent the most time with. The fact that some other women would get intimate attention from him and she… No. No, no. It wasn’t like that between them.

But… didn’t she want it to be? Didn’t she want that sort of attention from Doug?

She pulled into the parking lot of the local CVS. Doug was sitting next to her, holding his nose with his head tilted back. The bleeding had mostly stopped but it was best to be careful. His nose was slightly swollen and just looking at him she was sure that he might end up with bruising around the bridge of his nose and maybe even a black eye. As horrific as it was to be looking at Doug, his face crusted with dried blood and snot, there was a part of her that was still… amazed.

She’d never expected Bill to be so aggressive. That just wasn’t him. But he’d gone at Doug like a drunk man violently yearning for a bar fight. It had been beyond embarrassing. Seeing her husband, overweight and balding stumbling around, throwing a fist and then getting decked in the face.

Even now she cringed when she replayed it. Seeing Bill stumbling after being so soundly struck and clearly humiliated. It was embarrassing. Having a man act so possessive, all cave man like. Was that what her husband had become? A lumbering man-child?

She knew it was wrong to think of the man she’d married in those terms. But things had become so strained, so different, that it was hard to see him as the man she’d fallen in love with anymore.

This wasn’t what she’d wanted. Never in a million years had she wanted Bill to be so… so… destroyed. There had been rage in his eyes. But there was also righteous anger and despair. She couldn’t help wondering how much he knew. Bill seemed to be very aware of things that she’d taken pains to hide. But his declaration of Doug’s and Debbie’s feelings and intentions had been so firm. There was no question in his accusations. It was a fact. 

It made guilt wash over her. Guilt for hiding things. Guilt that Bill was now stumbling around having gotten himself beaten so soundly by a man half his age. But what did she really have to feel guilty about. Maybe she was being a little… less than honest. But it was innocent. Flirting. Nothing more. Doug was a friend. Someone who actually talked to her and listened to her and didn’t just ignore her and look over files or watch television. Bill had ignored her. Taken her foregranted. Now he’d thrown a tantrum, embarrassed himself in front of all her colleagues. It wasn’t just humiliating for him, but for her too. 

This would be the talk of the college for a long time to come. How would she ever live this down? How long would this haunt her career. Did she even have a career anymore thanks to that jackass’s stunt? No doubt there were going to be administrative hearings about this. Questions that she didn’t want to answer. Personal questions with what could be potentially embarrassing answers.

And then… another surprise. Bill had headbutted Doug and soundly planted him on his back with blood flying everywhere.

It was horrifying… and yet strangely impressive. Debbie had grown to believe Bill was… not weak exactly, but passive. Seeing him throw weak punches and getting so soundly beaten was infuriating and humiliating, but then to see him rally and essentially win the fight… she never expected it. There was a stirring of admiration for her husband, at least for a moment.

But now the adrenaline had settled and she was sitting with the man she’d been sharing herself with. Not intimately in a physical way, but with her mind and yes… a little of her heart maybe. There for sure were some tingling feelings, the ones she’d had to talk to her daughter about when she was hitting puberty. It made her feel young again. Adventurous. Doug made her feel special. Tonight was supposed to be magical. Now it was ending in blood and bruises and… possibly a ruined marriage.

Debbie sighed and looked over at Doug. “Besides some cleaning whips and an ice pack, what else do you need for a bloody nose?” She asked.

“Well, maybe a bucket of aspirin. Bill has a hell of a hard head. I’m lucky he didn’t break my nose.” His voice was slightly nasally as he held his nostrils closed as well as stuffed with tissue.

“Yes. Bill definitely has a hard head. No question about that.” She chuckled, though there wasn’t much mirth in it.

“Maybe a steak?”

Debbie looked over at Doug, confused.

“Ya know? Put a raw steak over a black eye?”

For a moment Debbie was silent and then she burst out laughing. Doug chuckled and then groaned slightly as a pulse of pain shot through his head.

“Well, as helpful as that might be, this is CVS. I don’t think I’d want to buy a steak from here to eat, let alone put on your face.” She gave Doug’s shoulder a squeeze and slipped out of the car, feeling just a tad bit lighter than she had been before.

Inside the store, the lights were humming and the smell of must and harsh cleaning supplies made her head swirl as she trudged to the medical supplies. Her eyes were itching again, the urge to cry washing over her but suppressed as she started gathering gauze, antiseptic wipes, tissues, cold packs, and other things that she thought might help, like tylenol. She went about her task slowly, trying to push aside the memories from earlier that were eager to continue ruining her night.

Instead she tried to focus on more pleasant memories. Like when she’d first met Doug. Seeing him walk into the office, getting introduced. His eyes were brilliant green. Dark hair giving him that sort of suave look. Even in his tweed jacket she could tell he had muscles. His hands were rough but gentle when they shook.

From that very first moment she knew there was something different about Doug. His smile was warm and bright. It sent shivers down her spine. Through her whole body. Hardening her nipples and making her center warm. It’d been a while since she’d felt that way. Not that things with her husband were horrible, but they weren’t exciting at all. Hadn’t been in a while. Doug was the opposite of Bill. Fit. Handsome. Charming. Attractive. A little mysterious. And most of all, he was interested in her. In her mind and of course, her body. She’d noticed his eyes glancing at her cleavage. And every time they met, his eyes would linger on her chest for just a second or two longer before meeting her eyes.

It was so obvious she’d started wearing tighter blouses and leaving buttons undone, hoping he would see. Hoping he would look. Hoping for more. She knew she wasn’t the youngest and perkiest among the many women swarming around Doug, but she also knew she had a great deal to show off. But just the thought of having to compete, even a little, with women half her age made her really start to feel the weight of time. Of the years she’d spent… wasted. Not that long ago she’d have easily garnered the attention of men like Doug. But she could feel those days slipping by. Faster and faster. She didn’t want to seem too desperate, there were already plenty of women pushing the limits of the dress code. But, Debbie managed to flaunt her chest and curves well enough that Doug’s eyes lingered. Maybe not as long as she would have liked, but something was better than nothing.

But Doug, though clearly a charmer when it came to the entirety of the female staff, was professional. Probably because she was one of the few married faculty. If you were single, you were fair game.

Over the next weeks, she met with Doug regularly in her office and over lunch. They would discuss academia. Strategies for teaching. Curriculum. The frustrations of trying to educate students that thought they knew everything or just didn’t want to learn. Who didn’t appreciate what they were trying to do. It was nice to commiserate with each other. Laughing about the foolishness of some of their students. How they would come in begging for extra credit or fanciful excuses about why they were behind on their assignments.

“Okay. So, my favorite one, and maybe this is a bit too much for us to be talking about, but this one girl came up to me saying that she hadn’t been able to finish and submit her paper on time because she had been between a ‘rock and a hard place’.” Debbie was chuckling and her cheeks were red, biting her lip and looking away from Doug embarrassed as they sat in a corner of the campus cafeteria away from prying ears and eyes. It was like they were in their own little oasis. A bastion away from the everyday life of being a mother and a wife and a teacher. They could talk freely. No walls. No boundaries… well, maybe a few boundaries. But Debbie was free when sitting and talking with Doug like this. It felt like she was young again. Fun. She could be sassy and flirtatious and there was nothing to hold her back… at least for a little while.

“What in the world does that mean?” He chuckled, taking a sip from his coffee cup.

Debbie tried to not laugh. Looking back at him, all too aware of his charming smile and beautiful eyes, she felt that familiar heat that had been growing and growing since that first meeting. “Well..” She cleared her throat and picked up her tea. “It means… when I asked her that same question… that she was being spit roasted by two frat boys.”

Doug nearly spit his coffee out, dribbling it down his chin. “Wh…holy… are you serious? She was using group sex as an excuse?”

It was hard not to laugh, but Debbie somehow managed. “Yeah. She even went as far as to try to play the sympathy card. ‘Ms. Maitland, I swear. I told them I needed a break. That I had to finish my paper and then send it in. Like. Twenty minutes tops. But they wouldn’t stop…ahem…” Debbie hesitated, her cheeks heating, “uh… fucking me.’” She said it in a mocking sort of high voice, mimicking the student but kept her voice quiet when saying the f-word. It wasn’t lost on her that in her younger days saying… that word… was easy. But now that she was a mom and having been a teacher for so long, all the dirty talk had been bottled up and shelved.

Dough was covering his face with his hand, shoulders shaking in laughter. “Oh fuck… sorry Deb… geez I can’t beleive these kids. Trying to use their sexual exploits as an excuse for late assignments. I mean… I hope she had a good time at least.”

“Oh she had a terrific time. That’s why she couldn’t even bother to try to submit it that morning. At least then she would have just gotten deducted for a late submission. Instead she felt like coming in and telling me how…” She cleared her throat again, looking away from Doug still so embarrassed and yet curiously aroused by the students excuse, “How getting plowed for three hours straight can mess with your academic drive.”

Now they were both laughing hard and loud. Thankfully the cafeteria was mostly empty and their laughs went unnoticed. So did Doug’s hand when it moved and took hold of Debbie’s, laughing together and squeezing each other’s hands affectionately.

That one touch set off chain reactions. In Debbie’s body. And in her mind and actions.

Those lunches became longer. Their hands touched more, longer. They held tighter. Hands were held even after walking across campus. Messages sent back and forth that were once academic and fairly innocent began to be… intimate… flirtatious. Doug would praise her, showering her with sweet compliments about her teaching, her poise, her intelligence. And… yes, he would even comment about how beautiful she was. It wasn’t just words, he noticed the sparkle in her eyes. The confidence in her posture. How her skin had a healthy glow. It was endearing and… she had to admit, wildly attractive. 

Debbie found herself looking at him longer. Appraising his young physique. It was no wonder all the women and even some students were throwing themselves at Doug. And some of them were getting caught. She’d heard the whispers and giggles and sighs about his prowess. His… size. It sent chills through Debbie’s entire being. Especially between her legs. It was a fun fantasy. A nice little day dream to believe Doug would actually be interested in her beyond their flirtatious friendship. He was young and had plenty of prospects, which was what made it nice that he was entertaining her and spending valuable time even though there were far younger women out there that could have had his attention.

Nights were spent thinking about him. About what he might do to her. What she wanted to do to him. It was hard to resist thinking about him that way. It seemed wrong, and not because she was married. Though that was definitely a factor. Doug was a friend. Friends didn’t think of each other in those carnal ways. But, that didn’t stop her fingers from dipping into the warmth of her pussy, sinking deep, feeling the wetness. She hadn’t been this aroused in years. Laying next to Bill, it added to the sense of sexual tension that was getting wound up in her core. Bill’s heavy breathing would fill the room as she sank her fingers in and out, the soft squelching of her sex making her tingle and writhe. Palming her breast, the heavy and soft tits that men and even women loved to look at. She was proud of her body, and Doug had been admiring it more and more. Which led her to wear more and more scandalous, but still professional clothes.

It went on like that for weeks. Getting closer and closer. Not just physically, but emotionally. Bill was still her husband and she loved him. After all he’d done for her… all he’d suffered… She loved him and she knew deep down she’d never stop. How could you stop loving someone that saved your life in more ways than one?

Sometimes when she was flirting with Doug, basking in his admiration and compliments, she would see a flash… a flash of Bill when they were back in college. A bit dorky and not someone who she would typically have associated with. But he was a good man. A man that had put himself in harm's way. Who had nearly gotten himself killed trying to save her.

Of course she loved him. And she knew what she was doing was wrong. But… over the years, the Bill she’d fallen for and given herself to, had been lost. He’d become buried in his work. Secretive when it came to the things he worked on. Bill would keep it all inside and never let her in. He wasn’t a bad husband or father, but he was absent, even if he was physically there. But being a person filling a space wasn’t enough. At some point Bill had stopped seeing her as a woman. Compliments were sparse. Almost non-existent. Oh sure he acknowledged her abilities as a mother and wife, but beyond that it was like she was nothing. Not sexy. Not attractive. Not desirable.

Debbie needed more. Wanted more. Deserved more.

And Doug was promising just that.

Not just emotionally and physically, but academically too. Doug became a champion of her thesis. Working with her to work out the errors and flaws and he was constantly talking it up with the other faculty and higher ups that were taking a shine to him, just like Debbie.

And then… finally, she’d gotten the recognition she deserved. She wasn’t just a woman with a fine figure that men loved to look at. She was distinguished and valued and her thesis was being talked about in major circles. Her future was becoming brighter and that was thanks to Doug. Because of him, she had been prepared to defend an important presentation to the board. They were notoriously brutal, but Doug had challenged her. Tested her. Tried her. And because of that trial by fire, her confidence was unwavering when she stood before the judging eyes of the board.

As a celebration they’d gone out together for dinner. It was supposed to be friendly, professional. But Debbie couldn’t deny it, it felt like a date. And she loved it. Loved how good Doug looked across from her holding the menu. As they drank wine. Talked about their jobs, students and lives. It was that night things began to solidify, though she hated to admit it.

Doug had been wooing her for weeks and there was no denying it. Their emails and texts and talks were becoming more and more personal. Less friendly and more romantic. The innuendo and desire was obvious. Doug had all but said he’d take her if she weren’t married.

It was that one moment, that little tidbit, that had finally pushed Debbie over the edge. The consideration of divorce had been lingering on the fringes of her mind, but with the realization that Doug… if she were available… would want her, it simply pulled the idea into the light. No more shadowy thoughts. It was a real idea. And a plan began to form about how to approach Bill. About how to dissolve their marriage. It would be hard, there was no doubt about that. The kids would be upset. There would be all the mess of money and property. But she could figure it out. Whatever fallout there was, it was better than staying.

And that’s why she’d let those stupid words slip. When we were married. It was an accident. But Bill had picked up on it and now he was on the war path. Tonight… tonight was just the culmination of it all. The final explosion. Bill had humiliated himself. And a part of her felt sorry for him. Doug was younger, stronger, and had training in fighting. What Bill thought he was going to accomplish, Debbie wasn’t sure even now as she was walking back to the cash register with her arms full of medical supplies.

Before Debbie made it she passed a display with condoms and paused. Her plans for the evening had been fairly nebulous. She knew she’d been looking forward to spending ‘intimate’ time with Doug, but she hadn’t fully considered what that might amount to. Doug had dropped enough hints… but was trying to respect her and her marriage. But now that her marriage was all but over… why did Bill have to push. Their marriage may have been over but he didn’t have to make such a show. And putting the blame on Doug? On their friendship? And doing it in public like that? Now it made Debbie seem like some sort of harlot. No one would believe that she and Doug weren’t having some illicit affair when in reality it was just a very intimate friendship.

Damn that man and his temper. His stupid paranoia. He’d been working as an attorney too long. He saw conspiracy around every corner. And now he’d pulled something private and precious and waved it around like dirty laundry.

Without thinking, she grabbed a box. She started her march back to the cash register and pulled her thoughts away from the small step she’d just taken, furthering her life and downward spiral of her marriage. Her thoughts returned to Bill and how he’d utterly humiliated her.

Seeing Bill floundering as he tried to strike Doug was beyond embarrassing. But when Doug had gone down in a spray of blood, she’d been devastated. And she knew in her heart at that very moment, her feelings for Doug were more than just friendly. She had feelings for him. And it hurt to see him lose, to see him hurt. 

Doug was young and strong, he wasn’t supposed to go down in a spray of blood. It felt like she was in some sort of alternate reality.

Debbie put the supplies on the counter and let the dull eyed woman scan the items as she rooted around in her purse for her wallet. It was still raw, the feeling that… was her marriage really over? Why couldn’t Bill just… be clueless? It's not that she thought Bill was stupid, far from it. You didn’t get to his position without a great deal of intelligence. But it felt like it. The way he’d been acting the past years. He had to choose now, of all times, to become savvy and vigilant. 

Why couldn’t Bill understand? She’d tried to explain but he’d just been too thick headed to listen. The way Bill had been looking at her… it sent chills through her and made her eyes water. It was the look of someone defeated. Someone looking at a stranger. Who’d had his heart ripped out. And that was Debbie’s fault.

Why couldn’t he have just let her have this one thing. A nice night out with a friend. She would have been happy and come home. As loath as she was to admit it, Debbie knew her marriage was coming to an end, but she hadn’t wanted it to be this public and messy. That was Bill’s choice. To drag all their problems and his paranoia out for the whole world to see. 

Because of his arrogance and pride, the whole school was looking at her like she was the bad guy. Doug might lose his job. Her job was more secure, but she’d be walking on eggshells.

Why had Bill told Myers not to retaliate?

…I just wanted my wife to know I'm not a complete idiot…

Well Bill, you may not be an idiot. But your idiotic actions have driven me away and straight into someone else's arms. 

A warm tear slipped from the corner of her eye. Debbie whipped it away with a frustrated sigh. There were too many emotions going around to know what that single tear was for. The cashier bagged her items and handed them over. Taking the bag, Debbie made her way back to the car, doing her best to push all the feelings and events from the evening out of her mind. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. As she approached the car, she saw Doug with his head still tilted back in the passengers seat, even bloody and bruised he was still handsome. Debbie stood up a little taller, her chest pushing out and her hips swaying just a bit more. The night wasn’t over, and she’d be damned if she let Bill’s behavior ruin her life any further.

…

Doug sat on the sofa, head tilted back with an ice pack on his face, gauze stuck up his nose, eyes closed and breathing slowly through his mouth. The bleeding had pretty much stopped, but it was important to make sure. Having had plenty of nose bleeds from his boxing days, Doug knew what to do and so was resting a bit while Debbie went to the bathroom to wash up. She’d gotten some blood on her and it was just now truly setting in what had happened tonight.

The last words she said to Bill were echoing in her mind as she washed away the drying red from her shaking hands.

I'm not having an affair, and despite what you saw, Doug is just a friend.

Don't come back to the house tonight, or any night, Bill. I'm going to get a protective order keeping you away from me and the kids. You've shown that you're a dangerous man prone to violence and I question your mental stability.

I think we need a formal separation, for a while anyway. I don't know what will happen to our marriage, but we need some space and time before....we do something permanent.

Tonight was an anomaly. Spontaneous. He’d been so angry. Hurt. And she supposed she couldn’t blame him. He’d seen her kiss another man. But it wasn’t what he thought. It was just a polite, friendly kiss. Something like a kiss under the mistletoe, she’d done that several times over the years. The kiss with Doug wasn’t any different.

But thanks to Bill’s outburst and misunderstanding… Debbie found herself facing the sparks of something new.

In her mind, she played one of her fantasies. Dancing with Doug. Kissing. Doug had seen her as a woman. Looked at her with such ardent desire that it had made her weak int he knees and web between the thighs. But after tonight… would that still be the case? Had it all been ruined?

She wanted to feel alive again. To feel that fiery desire. Like when she was young. When she didn’t have the responsibilities of being a wife and mother. Doug was fanning the sparks that had appeared with that first meeting.

Bill had brought back that same spark too. For just a moment. The way he’d treated her… it was unlike anything he’d ever done. And for just a brief moment… she thought maybe things could work. But they hadn’t. She was too far gone. And she didn’t want to stop and turn around and make the journey back.

This was what she wanted. To be here. Though not with blood under her fingernails. In her heart she knew that things had been heading down the road to divorce. But she’d wanted it clean. Kind even. As kind as a divorce could be. She didn’t want to hurt Bill. At least not more than necessary.

Debbie looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red from tears that hadn’t been shed. From the stress and strain and embarrassment of the evening. She continued to scrub her hands a bit longer and cleaned under her nails until all the red was gone. A soft knock made her jump, stepping back from the sink and opening the door.

Doug stood with the ice pack still pressed to the bridge of his nose. “Doing okay?” He asked, a bit nasally.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” She couldn’t help letting out a breathy laugh.

“Yeah well, I’ve had worse.” He shrugged and flashed that grin she’d been falling for since the first day they’d been introduced. “If you’re done in here, I need to clean up a bit. My nose has stopped bleeding and should be good now. The swelling’s pretty much gone. I might have a bit of a black eye but don’t worry, my pretty face isn’t ruined.”

Debbie reached up and touched his cheek. Her eyes lingered on him. He was still a mess, but he’d come to check on her. Thought about her before himself. Doug kept proving himself to her, how he cared.  “You’re more than just a pretty face.” She let her hand fall. “I’m so sorry about this. It’s not how I wanted this evening to go.”

“Well… you’re here. I’m here…” His eyes were searching her face and taking in her body, the gauzy black dress tight against her figure. With tentative hesitation, Doug took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her. It was a bit awkward as he tried to keep the ice against his nose, but he somehow managed to hold her close, slowly rubbing circles on her back. She felt safe. Cared for. Valued.

She nodded and grinned. “True. I’ll let you get cleaned up…” She slipped by him into the hall and turned back to him before he closed the door. “I’ll wait for you in the living room.”

His eyes widened for just a second. Maybe he thought this evening was ruined. Debbie was certainly considering packing things up. There was going to be so much to deal with. Paperwork. Calls. Conversations with the kids. Lawyers. It was such a horrible bloody mess. Literally. But she’d decided that Bill was going to stop ruining things for her. He’d had his say. His tantrum. And maybe it was deserved. Any husband would be upset. But the way he’d acted was unlike the Bill she knew. It just further proved how much they’d changed over the last years together.

“Well, I could use a drink if it’s not too much trouble.” Doug smiled, somehow still looking charming with the icepack on his face. “Happen to have goldschlager?”

Something about the name of the drink sounded familiar. She must have mentioned it to Doug at some point because it was fairly specific. “I’ll check.” She gave him another smile and left him to get cleaned up.

The liquor cabinet was well stocked and there front and center was goldschlager. Bill’s drink. How could she have forgotten that? Doug wasn’t just asking for a drink. He was deliberately asking for Bill’s favorite drink. He wanted her to take something from Bill… and give it to him. Heat rose in her belly and her nipples hardened at the clear challenge this was. Was it a test? Or was Doug simply pushing her one step at a time into the taboo of whatever their relationship was becoming now that her husband was all but out of the picture.

Debbie carefully poured a glass of goldschlager, feeling a twisting inside her chest and heart at the single sliver of guilt it brought. She took it to the living room where the TV from Hell loomed, the firepit quiet for the moment, beautiful wood flooring causing the clicking of her heels to echo and the lights already set to a nice dim warmth. For a minute she stood, trying to think of how she could make the room feel even more welcoming, comfortable. She settled on putting on some music, quickly searching through the bands until she came across a Coldplay album and set it to play.

Taking a slow, deep breath, Debbie took one last moment to consider what she was doing. Bill had come to fight for her. No, that wasn’t correct. He’d come for himself. To prove he wasn’t a dimwit in the dark, upset over a simple kiss between friends. How utterly caveman-like. She’d thought Bill more civilized. 

Bill was a good man. Decent. He had his failings but he wasn’t a bad husband or a bad father. But Debbie knew as she was standing in the middle of their living room, that she just didn’t love him anymore. Not the way she’d loved him when they’d gotten married. Those feelings had faded and all but disappeared. But after tonight… After tonight she felt a spark of something more volatile. She was almost afraid to put a name to it. But she had it. It was hate.

She’d heard it said that the opposite of love wasn’t hate. It was indifference. Hate meant passion. It meant feelings. What had once been directed towards maintaining a commitment and a life was now directed at vitriol and disgust. Debbie could feel it boiling inside her. All because Bill had shown up and ruined what was supposed to have been a beautiful night. Now it was tainted.

Well… fuck him. Fuck Bill and his little temper tantrum. His little attempt to prove himself a man. He’d gotten Doug on the ground with a cheap shot. Doug was the real winner. And he’d won Debbie. Not just with his fists but with his character and words. And tonight Doug was going to get his prize. She wasn’t going to let her husband… soon to be ex-husband, get in the way of what she wanted. Not anymore.

She wanted Doug and by god she was going to have him. Tonight.

…

Debbie had been of two minds all night. She’d convinced herself that Doug was just a friend. True they’d grown very close, intimate in many ways. But they hadn’t crossed any boundaries beyond emotions. On the other hand, she’d already fantasized and planned and dreamed of what she was now about to do. She’d held herself back long enough.

And really, it was Bill’s fault. Maybe if he hadn't shown up at the dinner and made an utter fool of himself, Debbie would have been content with simply flirting with Doug. And of course that one amazing kiss. It could have been enough to carry her home, back to her husband. Even if for just a short time. At least until they’d had a true talk about where their marriage was going.

But, yet again, Bill had fucked it all up. Now there was no holding back. Debbie was her own woman. And tonight she was going to do exactly what she wanted.

Pulling out her phone she shot off a couple quick texts to her kids. She’d planned for them to be out of the house. But after the debacle with Bill, she needed to be sure they weren’t going to barge in. Things were already strained and uncomfortable, the last thing she needed was her daughter or her son walking in on her with another man.

The room suddenly felt painfully oppressive. There were a few pictures of her family on the walls, pictures of her and Bill, and they were all suddenly staring at her. Eyes accusing. Judging. Those eyes were harsh. But Debbie had faced plenty of judgemental looks before. Always being misjudged because of her body and her love of sex. People thought those traits meant she had no brains. But they were dead wrong. Debbie knew it was just her own guilt that was pushing against her now. That some part of her was screaming that this was her home. It wasn’t meant to be sullied by an affair.

Her heart ached for a moment. For better or worse. She remembered saying those words to Bill at their wedding. In tears with how happy she was. 

Where had it all gone? Could she have done more to fix it? No, she’d done everything right. She’d been the good wife. The good mother. Bill was the one that had let things fall apart. So why should she be the one to fix it?

The sound of footsteps brought Debbie out of her spiralling thoughts. Bill may have let things fall apart, but she wasn’t broken. There was someone here with her tonight. Someone that maybe… wanted her.

Putting down the goldschlager and with just the slightest tremor, slipped off her dress revealing the lingerie she’d bought for tonight. Again, in her mind, she’d justified that she wanted to feel sexy. It wasn’t because she was going to show it to anyone. But she knew better in her aching heart. She wanted to impress Doug. She was older and she knew it, but her tits and body were always attracting attention. And Doug had noticed them. Had commented on them plenty. Even compared them to the younger girls at the university and how mature and ripe and amazing they were.

There had been several discussions with heavy innuendos. Deep discussions about sexual fantasies and kinks that the students were a bit too forward about in everyday conversation. Dreams and desires. She had a few of her own, and he had many that had made her toes curl and sent her into masturbation sessions that left her drained. Now she was going to live those dreams out. She wanted to fulfill Doug’s every want and need.

The bra barely held her breasts, completely sheer and only narrowly covering her nipples. Trimmed in lace, the dark black of the material added to the sensuality of the garment. The panties matched, a sheer, tight thin material clinging to her newly bald sex. Wedged up between her ass cheeks. A lace garter belt around her waist with straps attached to her dark stockings. For a moment she considered taking off her heels, but then remembered one of the talks she’d had with Doug was that he loved the image of a woman’s heels digging into his ass.

Adjusting her panties, making sure they clung nice and tight to her pussy, she picked the drink she’d poured up again and turned to wait, cocking a hip, holding the drink in one hand and the other resting on her waist seductively.

Doug appeared in the doorway and stopped dead in his tracks. “Holy fuck.” He muttered, staring at the goddess in front of him. Debbie was dripping with lust and desire. The material of her lingerie did very little to hide anything. Which, of course, allowed Doug to finally see her beautiful breasts and the hard dark nipples he’d often dreamed about. 

“Hey.” Debbie smiled, hoping her voice didn’t sound strained.

“Uh, hey.” Doug quickly recovered and grinned, drinking in the whole presence of the woman in front of him.

With a slow breath, Debbie kept the seductive twist of her lips. “So, what do you see? Anything you like?”

Doug hesitated a moment, not because he was at a loss but because he was surveying the situation. This was definitely something he’d been wanting, and he felt he had a pretty good feel for what Debbie liked from the conversations she’d had. But after this evening's events, he wasn’t sure how far he should push.

“Well. I see you poured me that drink. And you made yourself comfortable.” He approached a step, cautiously, like he was approaching a skittish doe.

Debbie bit her lip and let her hand drift a little more inward on her thigh, casually drawing Doug’s gaze. “Anything… specific about how comfortable I am?”

“Hmm, well, I see a woman with a confident beauty. Soft cheeks. Slender neck. Fiery eyes and silky hair.”

She trembled slightly at his words. Didn’t he see the crows feet at the corner of her eyes? How her hair had lost a little of its luster since she was younger. And she swore she saw gray hair the other day when she was brushing her hair.

But Doug didn’t seem to see any of those things. His eyes were trailing along her full figure. “I see a woman. Full and unashamed. And maybe this is cliche, but your hips… so sexy, wide and clearly those of a mother, fertile, strong, powerful in her frame.”

Debbie’s chest was starting to burn.

Doug’s eyes trailed down her creamy smooth stomach and then lower still. “OH. Fuck. You actually did it. You shaved.”

That made Debbie giggle. “Yeah. You were right. It feels amazing.” She shifted her stance so her legs were a bit further apart, a cameltoe deepening in the thin panties. The feel of Doug’s eyes on her made her feel a bit more brazen, but only just. There was a look of hunger in Doug’s eyes and it was growing by the second. “It’s really soft” She muttered, the look of smoldering lust connecting with Doug’s craving.

Doug swallowed hard and for just a moment felt like he was a teenager again, seeing a woman for the first time. Debbie wasn’t the hottest woman he’d ever been with. There were many others, younger and tighter and more fit. But the maturity and experience that oozed from Debbie’s very pores was enough to make all those other things irrelevant. She was amazing. Beautiful. Fucking sexy, and here she was, waiting for him. Her tits were heavy in the sheer bra, nipples hard and dark pressing against the thin material. Pointing directly at him as if begging him to come and feel.

Whatever hesitation he had, quickly melted away. “Soft, huh?” Doug cleared his throat, a bit raspy from the blood that had drained down it. Maybe he should have brushed his teeth. But it was one thing to claim another man’s wife. Sharing his toothbrush? That was just rude. “Is that an invitation to feel? It’s not polite to talk about how soft something is and not properly offer someone a chance to feel for themselves.” Doug took a step forward, already starting to unbutton his shirt.

Something in Doug’s voice made Debbie tremble. She hadn’t felt that sort of thrill in a long time. The feeling of standing before someone that was dominant. Confident. Borderline arrogant. The bulge in Doug’s slacks told her he was just as eager as her. The look in Doug’s eyes… it made her weak in the knees.

Could she handle a man like this? It had been so long since she’d been a young and wild woman. Did she even have that thrill in her anymore? Doug clearly had experience, and there were plenty of young women throwing themselves at him. They wouldn’t be doing that if he couldn’t keep up with them.

“I… I want you to… I mean, if you’d like. You did say you thought smooth was sexy.” Her voice was trembling very slightly, and it made her feel self conscious. When was the last time she had actually been nervous about having sex? About exposing herself? Maybe all these years with Bill had dulled her sensual aggression.

The sudden feeling that Bill had stolen something from her was overwhelming. Doug was a way of taking it back. Reclaiming herself. Her desire. Who she used to be. The feeling of being wanted and taken. No more just letting men cop a feel in dark corners at office parties. That was just a taste. Now she wanted the whole dessert.

Doug stepped closer and slowly put his hand on Debbie’s hip, he leaned in and his lips touched hers. Slow and soft with just the hint of an edge. It made Debbie feel a heat pool between her thighs. The kiss promised patience, safety. Understanding. When he pulled back Debbie felt like he’d stolen all the breath from her lungs.

“Are you going to offer to let me feel, or are you going to be rude and deny me that pleasure.” His hands were on her hips now and she was left standing, holding the glass still and with almost no space between herself and her friend.

“I… I want you to feel…” She breathed, voice suddenly shaking.

Doug’s hands move from her hips, trailing his nails gently along her skin and over the waistband of her panties. It made her shiver. The first touch of a new man since she’d been married. The quick hurried touches in dark corners at parties weren’t like this. Doug’s touch was confident and firm.

“Spread your legs, Mrs. Bascomb.” His voice was husky. The look in his eyes blazing with barely restrained lust.

Debbie’s heart skipped and her eyes widened. Her first instinct was to resist, not because she didn’t want to do it, but because she wanted to be in control. But looking into Doug’s eyes, that desire vanished. She wanted this young man to take her. She wanted to experience that sexual abandon again that she’d had in college before getting together with Bill.

Standing a bit straighter, pushing her chest out proudly, she spread her legs a wider. The panties rode up tight against her newly shaved pussy. She felt a sting for a moment, painful yet arousing, remembering how she’d told Bill she’d done it for him. A lie. Another attempt to feel sexy for herself. For Doug. But Bill had been too observant. Damn him. Why couldn’t he just have left it alone.

Stepping back, Doug grins, his eyes roaming over her whole figure and then he spoke again. . “Do you remember that movie True Lies?” Doug asked with a grin.

Debbie blushed and suppressed a chuckle. “A classic.” She smiled.

Doug nodded. “That dance scene with Jaime Lee was… probably one of the best things in cinema.”

They shared a laugh, but Debbie was blushing.

“Well, I don’t think I have her sort of dance moves.” Debbie grinned.

“Oh, you don’t need them. Even standing still you’re a goddess.” He licked his lips.

“Parched?” She asked, her lips twisting curiously.

Doug’s eyes looked to the drink she was still holding. “You definitely make a man’s mouth go dry. Gonna offer me that drink?” There seemed to be a challenge in his eyes as he looked from the goldschlager. Bill’s drink. It was a test. Doug wanted her to hand over more than just the drink that belonged to Bill. The way his eyes were roaming over her body…

This felt like the point of no return. The moment where things went from friendly and flirtatious to real. A line. If she handed him this glass. This drink. Then she was in effect handing over herself. Telling him that it was okay to take something that belonged to someone else. Given freely. He wasn’t stealing. It was an offer.

Debbie’s heart was pounding, pulse thrumming in her ears as she took a long quiet moment to truly consider what it was she was doing and what it would mean. Bill had pushed her to this. But the decision was still hers to make.

She held the glass out to Doug, eyes meeting his conveying the message. The truth. This was what she wanted.

Doug took the glass and still staring into her eyes took a slow, deliberate sip and then smiled. It was the smile of a predator. Hungry. Undeniable.

“Dance for me, Mrs Bascomb. Touch yourself. I wanna see you let go. I know you’ve been holding back for a long time now. I’ve seen how uptight you can be at the university. When we’ve talked, you’ve always been so guarded and reserved. I’m glad you’ve been able to open up to me. I wanna be that person. I want you to open yourself up. Loosen up. I want you to be free.”

His words sent shivers down Debbie’s spine. It wasn't a request. It was an order. Or at least close to it. It made her nipples hard. Her clit throbbed and her inner walls became wet, lips starting to glisten. With a deep breath, Debbie pushed aside the inhibitions that she’d developed over the years since becoming a wife and mother, took a step back and began to explore herself.

It’d been some time since she’d honestly touched herself. Not just masturbating, but to touch herself. To experience her body.

Debbie moved her hands along her waist, up along her stomach to her breasts, hefting them in her palms and then letting them fall. She knew the first thing most men looked at were her tits. They were phenomenal. And men, in their obsession with boobs, always stared and drooled. Doug was no different. She’d seen his eyes on her chest plenty and loved that feeling. The feeling of his eyes on her, sizing her up and no doubt wondering what they felt like and tasted like.

The sheer material of her bra clung to her nipples, hard and poking against it as she held them again and bounced them, bending forward and looking into Doug’s eyes. She shook her shoulders, jiggling her tits. The muscles in Doug’s jaw flexed, his eyes narrowing and pupils dilating as he watched with the precision of a hunter. That look sent chills down her spine as she continued to move. Hand up over her sides, her neck, into her hair. She moved like a rippling ocean, her stomach and breasts and ass the undulating waves. The fluid motions of her body hypnotic.

She turned, wiggling her hips as she bent at the waist, showing her ass to her friend, jiggling and letting her cheeks clap gently around the thong back of her panties. Spreading her legs in a wider stance, she moved her hands between her thighs and moved them up until they joined at the center and caressed her fingers along her mound, smooth and warm and wet.

It’d been years since she’d done anything remotely like this. Seduction used to be second nature for her, though Debbie hadn’t ever really needed to try all that hard to get a man’s attention. But now she was out of practice. Bill had been routine at best and there hadn’t been any effort on her or Bill’s part when it came to sex. But she didn’t want that anymore. Doug clearly had eyes for her. The feeling of his gaze all over her as she moved and swayed, trying her best to entice her friend to push the bounds of the relationship they’d established. She wanted to fully cross the line.

“I wanna see you touch yourself, Deb.” The sound of Doug’s voice sent chills through her, then merged and warmed in her stomach and chest. “Pull your panties tight, feel how they rub against that buttery skin.” His voice was raw and rough. Husky with need.

Debbie nervously but eagerly followed his direction, pulling her panties even tighter and giving a hiss feeling the thin soft material squeeze and cling to her sex that was already tingling from her arousal. Her labia pushed out around the hem, bulging seductively. She pressed the pads of her fingers against the clinging center and traced along the line of her slit, circling her hidden clit and feeling the warmth and wetness seeping through.

“You like that?” Doug asked, watching closely and sipping his drink. “Does it feel soft? Wet?” He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “Are you wet for me, Mrs. Bascomb?”

She nodded, eyes on him trying to anticipate what would come next, but unable to. Doug’s eyes were dark and daring and the slight bruising that was starting to appear under them somehow added to the masculine mystique.

“You’ve been longing for this, haven’t you. I know I have. From the first moment I saw you. Beautiful. Sexy. Intelligent. A dangerous combination.” He swirled his drink, then took on a mischievous grin and reached over to change the song playing.

As Debbie continued to touch herself, she froze when the song playing changed to something all too familiar. The song she’d danced with Bill on her honeymoon. It brought back the memory sharp and painful. Doug was pushing her buttons. Testing her. How badly did she want this. Was she willing to take something personal and give it to him? She’d already given him Bill’s favorite drink. Now Doug wanted the memory of that song.

“What do you want, Mrs. Bascomb?” Doug stood up taking a step towards her as she kept her back to him, ass pushed out and hands rubbing the tight panties against herself.

Debbie could feel her chest tightening as the tension in the room between them twisted, threatening to strangle her. Her friend took another step forward.

“Could you… stop calling me that?” Debbie felt herself losing any sense of control. It was frightening and thrilling all at the same time. It’d been so long since she’d submitted, it was hard to let go.

“You’re still my mentor. We are supposed to be professional. Friends. Platonic. It’s only proper I should address you with respect… Mrs. Bascomb.” The teasing made Debbie tremble and still he was coming closer, closing the distance.

Debbie turned to face him, his eyes glancing down between her legs to watch her hand with her wedding ring rubbing over her cameltoe that was soaking and softly squelching with her motions. She met his gaze and saw that primal hunger men have… something she hadn’t seen from Bill in years.

“What. Do. You. Want. Debbie.” He emphasized her name as he finished closing the distance between them, dipping his finger into the goldschlager, wetting it and then bringing it up to Debbie’s lips. He touched her mouth and with her eyes still on his, she opened tentatively and left the tip of his alcohol coated finger into her mouth.

She sucked off the liquid and let him drag his finger out, leaving her to pant. “You.” Her throat tightened. The heat from Doug was like the summer sun, scorching her skin. “I want you.” She tried to sound more confident, her hand reaching from her sex, slick with her arousal, and cupped the surprisingly big bulge in his pants.

“What about me, Deb? Hm?” He smirked, standing straighter and flexing the erection that was pressing against her hand.

“Your hands. I want them all over me. Your mouth. Your… cock.” She blanched slightly at the admission.

The look in Doug’s eyes was surprising. He didn’t seem all that impressed by her admission. Didn’t he realize how difficult this was? How repressed she’d been because of her husband? She’d told him time and again, so why was he looking at her as if waiting for something more?

Debbie took a step back, eyes burning with frustration. “I want you to take me, Doug.” She said it firmly, as if there were no room for argument. It almost sounded desperate, but she didn’t care. She was wet. Wetter than she’d been in years and she wasn’t going to stop now that she was so close to something she was so having. “I’ve seen you looking. I’ve felt your eyes. I know you’ve thought about me. You’ve told me. I know what you want. I shave for you. I’m bald for the first time because I wanted you to feel it. To taste it.” Her fist clenched, and her voice took on an edge that was too close to a whine for her comfort. “Taste me, Doug. I want you to touch me. Take me. Take everything you’ve been waiting so patiently for.”

The look on Doug’s face turned from that disinterested mask to hungry and powerful. His hand reached down and for the first time touched her, fingers pressing, starting at her belly and moving down along her panties and between her legs to press against her pussy. Debbie gasped, standing stiff and straight, the wetness of her panties smearing along his fingers. 

“Show yourself to me Debbie.” It wasn’t a request. It was a command, and inside Debbie melted. She’d been waiting just as much as Doug had. They’d dance around each other for months and now that her marriage was all but dead, she wanted Doug more than ever. She wanted this young man to ravish her. To be taken. Like when she was younger. In college. Free and untethered. Hell, Bill had even been like that at one point, but between his job and the kids, all of that passion had vanished. 

Debbie was in need. 

Desperate need. 

Need of attention. Of passion and lust.

She moved back from Doug and kept her eyes on him as she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and started to pull down the only thing separating her from Doug’s raw bare gaze. The panties slipped and then fell to her feet, revealing herself to him.

“Fuck, Deb.” Doug groaned.

They stood that way for a moment, Doug taking the sight of Debbie in before she reached up and unhooked her bra, letting that fall to the floor as well and leaving herself completely exposed. She shut her eyes and let herself drift back to when she was younger. Before she met Bill. How she’d been sexually alive.

Once upon a time, Debbie had gone after the jocks, the ‘manly’ men. Men that were callous, powerful. They took what they wanted. She was a rag-doll to them. Holes. A sexual being meant to satisfy their appetites. She went after the biggest muscles. The fat cocks. Stamina. Men that could and would keep up with her hyper libido, or push it to its limits.

Those were her standards… until she met Bill.

Debbie pushed that thought from her mind. Now wasn’t the time to be thinking about Bill. She wanted to think about her own pleasure and desires again. Bill wasn’t going to steal anything from her anymore. He wasn’t going to keep her bound and gagged, lying in the open grave of her marriage, just waiting for the dirt to be shoveled in. Debbie was going to take. She was free. Free to be the sexual goddess she’d been in her youth. And though she was older, she was still far from being out of the game. She was a MILF. It was hard to accept, but it was true. And she was going to embrace it.

Though the air in the house was cool, Debbie felt like she was on fire. Her skin burned. Her nipples were painfully hard. Heart pounding like she had just run a mile. Between her legs she could feel a furnace-like heat of anticipation. Moist. Slick. The smell of her arousal was thick and tantalizing. And by the way Doug’s nose twitched, he could sense her desire too.

Remembering what Doug had just said—instructed—Debbie slowly started to turn, letting her breasts sway and her ass bounce with each pronounced movement. She let Doug drink in the sight of her. Finally revealed. No more teasing. No more talking and innuendo. This was raw and real. His eyes were on her and she was reveling in the liberation of being completely exposed to another man for the first time in so long.

His breathing was deep and ragged. A primal sort of groan bubbling from his throat, from the depths of his chest. He was so close, just a couple feet away from her, watching as she turned her back to him, letting her hands move along her waist, her hips, along the swell of her ass cheeks. She could feel his admiration of her body, the way his eyes lingered. How his hands touched her with a sort of reverence that she hadn’t experienced in years. She’d started to doubt herself, how she looked and her ability to attract other men. Oh she knew they looked, but men would look at a tree if it even remotely looked like it had boobs. Feeling Doug appreciate her was making her warm and wet. But she couldn’t meet his gaze just yet. His earlier instruction held so many possibilities, layers that could be interpreted in thousands of ways, but Debbie decided to take Doug’s words as a command. It allowed her to move past her nerves, to no longer hesitate. If it wasn’t her choice, then all she had to do was obey.

Leaning forward, she pushed her ass out towards Doug, gripping her cheeks and pulling them apart just enough so he could glimpse her mons.

“That’s it, Debbie. Don’t hold anything back. Your legs are beautiful. Everything about you is like one of those Greek statues: firm, smooth, and soft. Fuck, if I had any talent for sculpting…” He chuckled, watching her bend, moving her hands over her thighs, her ass.

His words were honey and milk, sweet and warm. He was admiring her ass, her legs, her mature, motherly curves. He appreciated her. It’d been so long since a man had actually stated so plainly how beautiful she was. She arched her back further, ass widening as she adjusted her stance. Nothing remained hidden. The rosebud of her asshole was puckered. Her pussy was glistening with dripping arousal. The lips pulled open as she grasped her cheeks, little sticky strings of her desire revealed as her sex opened like the gates of heaven, or maybe hell because of the heat, to show her potential lover.

Doug wasn’t just her friend anymore. Friends didn’t do this. Didn’t expose themselves so completely. Didn’t submit to that burning feeling deep in the gut and the chest and the loins that wanted the most basic and primal need of mammals. Doug wanted her. And she wanted him. Wanted him to want her. To take her. And so she’d show him everything. Anything. If he wanted it, she’d give it to him.

Doug was all man. Young and virile. And she knew he had it in him to make her feel like a true and unapologetic woman. A lingering quiet draped itself over them. The feel of Doug’s gaze on her private, intimate secrets, was intoxicating and terrifying. Debbie could feel her wetness, glistening along her smooth lips. There was no question Doug could see her arousal. See her rosebud clenching with her beating heart. Her lily and rose were in full bloom for the burning blaze of brilliant eyes. It was all for him. In her home. In her element. This was all for him… and for herself.

Debbie looked over her shoulder at him. “Do you want me?” Her words came out heavy and seductive, with just a hint of nervousness.

“God, Debbie. I’ve wanted you forever,” Doug breathed.

Debbie allowed her hand to slide along the curve of her ass, barely touching the smooth side of her labia. She didn’t realize it was her wedding ring finger. The ring still firmly in place and glittering, but forgotten in her arousal. Doug, however, noticed and couldn’t help but grin. He’d taken Bill’s liquor, now he was going to take much more, and though he wasn’t a sadistic man and didn’t necessarily take pleasure in Bill’s loss, he was getting that burning taboo arousal that came along with deep seated lust. Debbie was a friend, a mother, a mentor, a coworker. This was her home, and she’d opened it up to him. For the moment he was the lord of the manor and this woman was his. It felt too good to be true. The twisted feelings of temptation, of taking something that wasn’t his, were burning white hot in his chest. 

The feeling of her heat and slickness made Debbie tremble. She stood back up slowly, letting her hands caress her skin and curves, turning to face Doug. This level of arousal had been buried deep, almost lost. She hadn’t felt it in so long she almost didn’t know how to handle it. Her skin felt stifling. She was nude and still felt like she was hiding something. Everything inside her was quivering and bubbling with desire. His expression was shadowed, somehow dark even in the bright lights of the room, as if overshadowed by his arousal. Cheeks flushing. Jaw clenching. Eyes wide and pupils blown. And of course, a massive bulge in his pants that there was absolutely no way to hide. It was the one part she was longing to see, hungry to touch and taste. How big was he, really? Was the outline in his slacks exaggerated or accurate?

Memories from her younger days seeped back into her mind as she moved forward seductively. Teasing the testosterone infused college boys who thought more with their dicks than their brains. They had singular goals and so did she. They wanted to fill, and she wanted to be full. It hadn’t taken much to draw those men in. But Doug wasn’t like those boys. He was a man, and Debbie wanted desperately to impress him, to make him groan with unrestrained desire. She wanted to bring his primal self out into the open, to be responsible for his arousal. She gathered herself, stepping towards him. One step. Then another. The fire in Doug’s eyes was mesmerizing. Debbie slowly got to her hands and knees, looking up at Doug as she began crawling forward. She made sure to make her ass sway, jiggling with her movements. 

“Tell me what you’ve thought about, Doug.” Her voice was sultry, breathy, hot. “What have you pictured yourself doing to lil ol’ me?” She was practically purring. She needed to know, to truly know, how much this man wanted her. They’d flirted, but he’d never explicitly confessed anything, and Debbie was done imagining. 

Her friend’s smile was wide, predatory, and eager. “You have no idea, Mrs. Bascomb.” He stared down at her, still holding the glass of goldschlager, delightfully deviant things running through his mind like a bullet train. “I’ve wanted to lick every curve of your body. Taste every inch. Every crevice. I want to see you shake. Tremble. Bounce. I’ve had to watch you wiggle that ass in the halls for far too long,” Doug chuckled.

Debbie blushed as she grinned, crawling forward to stop right in front of him. Her hands moved along his thighs, moving up over his pants towards the massive bulge that was pressing against his slacks. As bold as Debbie felt in that moment, what she was doing was still a weight. Doug wasn’t her husband. Doug was young and there was a spark to him that sent shivers down her spine. She trailed her nails along his thighs, over the thin material of his pants. The feeling of his muscles underneath made her wonder just how strong he was, how much stamina he had, and if she’d be able to endure it.

She leaned closer, hands gliding on either side of his bulge, framing it between her palms. The heat and hardness were clear as she moved to within just a few inches.

A tremor ran through her as she held the heat of him in her hands. Doug sensed it, felt it in her grip, and narrowed his gaze. He didn’t want hesitation. He wanted devotion. Leaning down, Doug took Debbie’s chin in his hand firmly, directing her gaze up and giving him clear access to her lips. Their kiss was slow, hungry. She tasted the liquor on his tongue, as well as a trace amount of copper, the lingering taste of blood. Their tongues twisted, lips pressed, and then Doug’s teeth bit into her plump lower lip and sucked it before finally letting it go and looking deep and possessively into her wide eyes.

He growled, standing straight again and looking down expectantly at her. “Take it out, Deb.” The command was firm, his hand gently stroking her cheek with a soft reassurance.

Debbie groaned softly, feeling the firm length of his cock through his pants against her cheek as she leaned in. It’d been so long since she’d been this excited about a penis. About a man.

His hand moved up to tangle in her hair. “I want you to finally see what you’ve been glancing at when you thought I wasn’t looking. What you’ve been imagining when you bite those full lips of yours.”

Doug pressed his bulge more firmly against her cheek and his grip tightened in her hair, soft like strands of silk. The pools of her blue eyes were bubbling with need, with fresh desire. This woman had been so unobtainable. Aloof. Standing so far above all the young men that gave her leering and lewd glances. She’d never once, in all the time Doug had known her, seen Debbie indulge in the looks of those lesser men. But for him, she was on her knees, bare and raw. She’d showed herself to him. Offered everything. This beautiful teacher, mentor, mother… wife, was looking at him with hunger and he wasn’t about to let her starve.

“I want you to take your time. Explore. And when you’re properly introduced, properly educated on just how lucky you are, I’m going to make you feel things lil ol’ you have never even imagined. This body is firm and full and ready. I can tell. I’ve been able to tell since the moment I saw you. And I’m going to put you to the test. Do you think you can pass, Mrs. Bascomb?” His grin was almost wicked, and it made Debbie’s pussy flood and glisten and drip directly onto the floor beneath her as she knelt.

Pussy burning with lust, and her heart jack hammering against her chest, Debbie for just a second began to doubt what she was doing. She’d been while when she was young. And she’d endured a lot, sometimes because she wanted to and one occasion where she didn’t. But the look in Doug’s eyes scared her. But it was an arousing sort of fear. A longing to be devoured and ruined.

She kept hold of Doug’s expectant gaze and moved her hands to his belt. Her fingers fumbled for a moment before she was able to loosen it. The sound of metal and leather made her skin break out in a pimply sweat. Then came his button… and zipper, the sound of metallic teeth clicking open. Debbie’s hands were trembling but she couldn’t reliably say why. She wanted this. Needed it. But she couldn’t help wondering how she looked. What was it like for Doug to be staring down at her as she pulling down his pants. Was he excited? Well, that was obvious considering how hard the bulge was behind the zipper. But was it because of the taboo nature of things? Was it simply because of how beautiful she was? Was this how he liked his women? Could she measure up?

Her thoughts swirled, continuing to make her tremble as she pulled his slacks down and carefully helped him step out of them and tossed them to the side. His silk boxers were tented and straining against his erection.

The feeling of his boxers was like a soft caressing breeze, cool and smooth. She shook as she met Doug’s eyes again, gripping his waistband. Debbie had prided herself on being an independent woman. She didn’t need a man. Didn’t belong to anyone but herself. And in her younger days, even though she’d been on her back and knees plenty of times, she always felt like she was the one in control. But in this moment, something shifted. She wasn’t the mentor to a young professor. This wasn’t the classroom. Where before she would have been standing tall, she was now on her knees and deep down she knew it should have felt humiliating. It should have felt like a betrayal of her values. Of how hard she’d built herself up, even in the face of being held back by Bill.

Instead, she felt no desire to stand. She wanted to remain on her knees. It was by choice, but also because the young man before her had the very demeanor of a man that deserved it.

She slowly pulled at his boxers. They slid down and over his cock and finally allowed it to bounce free. “Oh fuck!” She gasped and suddenly felt self-conscious at the reaction. Doug was big. Maybe the biggest she’d ever seen, though not by a lot. Several of those boys in college had been plenty large. But Doug was heavy, throbbing, his apple head raging red and dripping pre-cum. Firm veins ran along his length. His balls were full and hanging like ripe fruit ready to be plucked. The smell of him was all man. Musky. Sweaty. Intoxicating. Her mouth was watering looking at it.

She’d wanted to be mature. The older woman who was experienced and who would admire Doug’s beautiful physique. But suddenly she felt more like the inexperienced schoolgirl in the face of Doug’s intimidating member. Had she overestimated her abilities? Maybe if she were twenty years younger… this wouldn’t feel so daunting. But she was older now with two kids and a long life of simple sex. Doug looked like he was on another level. Age usually meant experience, and she prided herself on knowing a fair amount, but would Doug be disappointed? What if she couldn’t handle him?

“I take it you like what you see, Mrs. Bascomb?” Doug chuckled and took a slow sip of his drink, eyes still on her.

Debbie swallowed hard, steeling herself. Her doubts were like flies, buzzing and bumping into her. None of them lethal on their own, but if they swarmed, she’d suffocate. It was infuriating to feel inferior to something that was so easy to swat away. She’d conquered men. Run them ragged with her endless libido. Hell, even Bill had needed to pop Viagra fairly often in the last decade to even hope to keep up with her. Maybe that was why things started to wind down. She was still in her sexual prime. And so was Doug. 

 “Please, Doug. Stop… please stop calling me that…” She let the words melt from her lips, pushing passed the doubts and fears and letting the inner seductress finally slip out of her cage. Tonight she wasn’t going to think about all the worries that had been laid upon her with age and expectations. How should a teacher act? How should a married mother act? Was it appropriate to try to look sexy? Feel sexy? Indulge in her needs and desires and fantasies? For whatever reason society liked to box women in, especially those who were married and had children. Their wild and crazy sexual days were supposed to be hidden away.

Not tonight. Tonight Debbie wasn’t going to be a mother. Wasn’t going to be ‘Bill’s wife’. Not tonight. Tonight, she was going to be a lover. A woman. Uninhibited and confident in what she wanted.

Doug grinned. “Alright, Debbie. Is it everything you imagined?” He was clearly enjoying this adoring attention from Debbie and was going to take full advantage of her burning need.

“I… yeah…” She breathed, trying to regain her composure and confidence in the face of… well in the face of this massive member.

“Maybe you need a little liquid courage.” Doug suggested, seeing how she was nervous.

She nodded and looked up at him. “It is nice to treat a girl to a drink before taking her to bed,” she grinned.

Thinking Doug would give her a drink of the goldschlager, but instead of giving her the glass, Doug brought it under his cock and dipped the head into the amber liquid, coating his tip with the smooth alcohol. When he brought it out, it was dripping golden and smelling rich and sharp. “Go ahead, Debbie. Have a taste.”

Debbie’s eyes widened, but she found herself leaning in. Doug poured a trickle of the alcohol over his cock head, a shiny river of amber sliding along his shaft and dripping onto the floor. It made his already firm and precum slick shaft glisten brighter. Debbie moved quickly, a small part of her housewife instinct rebelling against something spilling onto the floor. Mouth open she let drops fall onto her tongue. It was tart. Bitter. A strange mix of Bill’s beloved drink of choice and Doug’s masculine musk. She’d never been much of a fan of goldschlager. It was Bill’s taste, not hers. But drinking it now, letting it drip into her mouth as it slid along Doug’s throbbing member, she decided it had a taste she’d more than happily become used to. 

Doug began to pour more, a steady stream from the glass to his dick and into her mouth.

The odd mixture hit her tongue and slid back into her throat, down, down to her roiling stomach. It burned. It sent heat through her body, especially between her already burning thighs.

“Well done, Mrs. Bascomb,” Doug complimented, continuing to pour just a little more before he tipped the glass back and brought it up to his own lips. “It’s a good choice. Makes you burn inside. Loosens up those inhibitions you’ve had holding you back.”

Deb licked her lips, tasting the bitterness from the alcohol, eyes on Doug, wondering what he’d do next. Was she prepared? Did she want to be prepared? Part of the thrill was never knowing what her partner might do to her. A thrill she’d forgotten until she’d felt the trickle of goldschlager dripping off of Doug’s penis into her waiting mouth.

“Well?” Doug raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been dying to see it. Now why don’t you touch it?”

The heat from Doug’s cock was like a burning stovetop. She could feel it without even touching. But still she lifted her hands and carefully circled them around the base of Doug’s member. Both of them let out a satisfied sigh of pleasure at the feeling of each other’s skin. Debbie twisted her hands, moving them slowly up and down and around, her wedding ring glistening in the light as it moved along his shaft.

Memories came back to Debbie of those late nights and wild times with men back in college. Of holding a fat cock, stroking it and making the man groan and grunt. Primal. Raw. Basic. The feeling of Doug in her hands, the first man besides Bill in so long, it was like a whole raging inferno ignited inside. Before it had just been a furnace flame, kindled by Doug’s attention. Now it was a volcano ready to explode.

“Fu…fuck…” Doug grunted, his grip tightening on his glass. “Your hands a fucking perfect, Deb.” His burning gaze met hers. “Tell me how it feels, Mrs. Bascomb.”

She looked up at him with lust that was stripped bare. There was no more hiding. No more quiet flirtations. This was the real thing, and she was going to see it through. She was going to indulge and make sure that Doug was more than satisfied. “Hard.” She breathed, hands tight around him. “So big. Fuck you’re so thick Doug, god I don’t know how you walk around with this thing.” There was a teasing lilt to her voice as she moved her hands up and down. “It’s been so long since I’ve held a fat cock like this… actually, I’ve never held one this big. This hard.”

Debbie changed her grip, one hand on his shaft sliding up and down while she took the other and cupped his heavy balls. The hair was coarse. Prickly. Doug wasn’t shaved completely, but decently trimmed. The smell of musk and semen and sweat permeated her senses, made her mouth water and her pussy drip. “I’m being so bad.” She whispered, hands moving all along his cock and balls as if she were a blind woman getting to know her partner.

Lifting his cock, she leaned in, her eyes locked on his, and extended her tongue, still tingling from the alcohol, and let it glide along the underside of Doug’s cock. Along the vein, up and up to the tip where she pressed the tip of her tongue into his slit, tasting the bitter pre-cum sticking to her tastebuds and sending delicious shivers through her body. Her nipples hardened visibly, darkening with her arousal. Her eyelids fluttered and she moaned softly, the taste like something decadent and rich, not just perfectly prepared but with a high price tag that made it all the more delectable.

Debbie kept one hand gripping Doug’s base and moved her other, the one with her wedding ring, to his heavy balls and squeezed them. Fondling them and feeling how warm and full they were. She repeated the motion again, licking from base to tip. It was a slow, steady pace, tasting the salt and musk of his skin. Smelling Doug’s own arousal just as surely as she could smell her own wafting up from between her thighs.

Doug groaned, watching her. His amazement almost overshadowed his pleasure at seeing this beautiful mature woman lapping at his dick like she was a curious kitten. He took a deep drink of the goldschlager and then realized he’d drained the glass. He set it aside on a shelf close by and turned his attention back to the woman slowly licking the entirety of his throbbing shaft.

“Fuck Deb. Your tongue… god it’s good.” He breathed.

“Mmmm. You taste so… young.” She chuckled and smiled up at him as he continued watching, the fire in his eyes growing more and more dangerous by the second. Just the look in those eyes, so hungry, made her insides tremble. Her pussy clenched around nothing, wanting desperately to be filled, and not just by anything. She wanted to be filled with this massive young cock in her hands.

“Maybe young. But experienced.” Doug reached down, hand over hers on his base, and slapped his cock against her outstretched tongue.

Deb gasped softly, keeping her tongue out as Doug slapped his cock against it. When she didn’t protest, though her eyes did take on a spark of challenge, he smacked it against her lips. Her cheek. He reached down and took hold of the back of her head. For a second Debbie stiffened, eyes narrowing even as she let his cock rub against her skin, her face. The look on her face had the feel of a teacher getting ready to reprimand her student. She was older than him after all. And his mentor at work. But, thought the spark continued to kindle, Deb let her muscles loosen, allowing Doug to pull her close and press the full length of his shaft up against her, smearing his pre-cum along her forehead like he was baptizing her into this new relationship. “Fuck, you look good with my cock on your face.”

Doug stared down at her, still not quite believing that Deb was below him, allowing him to rub his cock all over her. This woman was respectable. A mother of two. Everyone at work looked at her as if she had some sort of regal air. He’s just witnessed her fight with her husband, because of him, and though he was in far better shape than Bill, he’d actually lost the fight. But now he was here, ready to conquer Deb completely.

Growling, Doug held her hair tight in his fist, making Deb whimper, her pussy clenching and dripping. He pushed her against him, her nose against the underside of his cock where it met his balls. “Breathe in, Mrs. Bascomb.” He said the name deliberately, almost mocking as he shoved her nose against his balls, making her breathe in his musk. “That’s the smell of a fucking man. A man you’re going to please. Think you can do that?”

The growing hunger in Debbie’s loins was starting to overpower her judgement. Not that she thought this was a bad idea. She was committed. But Doug was acting much less like the academic she’d gotten to know and starting to act more like the frat boys she’d left behind in college. They’d been fun, but her tastes had become more refined. She wasn’t after cheap beer and thrills anymore, she wanted fine wine and high spirits. But Doug was still young. Experienced for sure, but he still had many years before he was as mature as Debbie was. She didn’t want that to hinder her and Doug’s connection. Their age gap could be crossed, bridged. All she had to do was let go.

The pretense of friendship was falling away, exposing their most basic desires. To please. To feel. To experience. Deb let her mind unravel and took deep whiffs of Doug. Opening her mouth and sucking at his ball sack, licking at the sweat and slick moisture at his base. It was the smell and taste of a man. She could remember getting throated when she was younger. Face fucked. Nose crushed against men’s pubic hair. Sweaty. Kinky. Rough against her skin.

She could remember the taste of their pre-cum dripping into her throat. Of how they forced her to swallow their loads. Bitter. Sour. Sweet. All different flavors. Textures. All those experiences had been pushed down, locked away, and walled off as if she should be ashamed. Like those things shouldn’t be a part of a married mother’s life. But Doug had broken down the wall, broken the lock, and dragged the memories up from the depths. It made her skin vibrate, her heart flutter, her tastebuds tingle as she recalled it all.

But none of those past experiences mattered right now. What she wanted was to experience Doug. She sucked at him, licking and lightly taking his sack between her teeth, making him take in a sharp breath that made him grab the scruff of her neck. But he didn’t stop her.

“Ohhh fuck Doug. God, your cock is so good.” She moaned and sucked, her lips locking onto the underside of his shaft like a suckerfish, determined to leave a hickey on his cock. If another woman got the privilege of experiencing this man, they’d see her mark.

“Fuuuuuck!” Doug grunted, holding the base of her neck tighter, moving up to her hair and gripping it tight. “Fucking suck my cock, Deb. I wanna feel your throat all over my dick. Goddamn you’re better at this than I would have thought.” The compliment made Debbie’s pulse pound harder, heart pumping faster as she sucked along his length.

He pulled her back and aimed his cock at her mouth, pushing it against her lips. “Open up.” He growled.

Debbie didn’t hesitate. Her warm lips opened and slid over the bulb of his cockhead, sealing around the rim and then swallowing deeper. Deeper. Full and moist, her let her lips drag along Doug’s sensitive skin, letting her saliva coat him easying him further into her mouth and throat. She relished in his thickness, the head and pulse of him in her mouth as she let her tongue slither along his length. She conjured those years in college again, of when she deep-throated the basketball players with their long schlongs. But Doug was more. He was thicker. And just a little longer. It’d been a while since she’d truly deep-throated a dick, and she wasn’t going to let her rusty skills stop her from taking every single inch of Doug. 

Though she wasn’t as practiced as she used to be, she felt a sort of familiar radiance as the muscle memory took over, her jaw loosening and muscles working to ease Doug’s cock more comfortably into her mouth. She felt like she was glowing. Like she was doing what she was meant to do. The feel of Doug’s thickness, the vein’s pulsing, thick drips of pre-cum coating the back of her tongue and throat, was transcendent.

Doug held her hair, but didn’t force her. Not yet. He wanted her to do it willingly. To swallow every single inch. He wanted Debbie to give herself over to him completely. No reservations. No coercion. That was the only way she’d truly be his. So he guided her, watching as she closed her eyes and stretched her lips and opened her throat and swallowed him. She looked beautiful on her knees, as if she were settling into a part of herself she’d forgotten and Doug knew instinctively should be remembered. He felt the tightness of her muscles, how her slick tongue explored the ridges of his cock, the path of his pulsing veins. It was clear she was skilled, but those skills had been left to gather dust. But Debbie was quick to shake off her nerves and took Doug deeper, gagging only a little before relaxing her throat and letting his bulbous head past that reflex and moving further and further, taking the whole of his shaft.

He gasped when she slid down, and her nose hit his pubic bone hard. His balls slapping her chin and feeling the dripping spit and drool as her mouth attempted to lubricate so she could take it. “Fucking shit! God yes Deb! Holy fuck that’s better than any of those college girls can manage. They…oh fuck…they always chock. Ohhh yes. But look at you! Fucking look at you with it all in your throat.” Doug was gritting his teeth, still holding her hair and staring down at her as she opened her sparkling blue eyes, face a mask of determination as tears dripped down her cheeks. She took shallow breaths through her nose as it pressed against him.

“You like that, Mrs. Bascomb? Huh? Taking a fat dick all in your throat? Squeeze it. Milk it in your throat!” He moved his hand up, twisting it into her hair and holding tight, keeping her pressed down. Debbie fought against the urge to gag as he held her, making her face turn red. Her hips moved as she struggled unconsciously for enough air, spit bubbling around the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin onto her tits. Fingers clenched into fists, snot starting to leak from her nose as she tried to hold on to consciousness, the urge to shut her eyes and vanish pressing as hard against her mind as Doug’s cock was pressing against the back of her throat.

“Good girl. Good. Fuck….ohhhh shit Deb, god I’ve fucking wanted to do this since the first second I saw that plump-lipped smile. I wanted to see them on my cock!” He stood tall, teeth bared as he reveled in the pleasure and control of holding Deb against him. Spit dripped down Debbi’s chin, splashing against the pale skin of her breasts, sliding along the slopes into her cleavage. She took deep breaths, holding onto them as long as she could, her chest reddening with the effort. Her nipples were fat and hard, darkening with arousal as her blood pounded and her drooling saliva cascaded down over her eraser-pointed nips.

He was breathing hard, trying to stay in control and not let himself get overwhelmed. Deb reached up, grabbing hold of Doug’s thighs, gripping them tight and digging in her nails as a natural panic started to well up inside her as it became harder and harder to breathe. The edges of her vision started blurring. Her head swam. But Debbie pushed against that natural urge. She didn’t want to disappoint Doug, not now. Not the first time they were together. Passing out would be far too embarrassing after what he’d had to suffer through for her. And there was no doubt in her mind that younger woman took this magnificent dick all the way to the root and didn’t fall victim to their lack of lung capacity. She was going to be his best. She was going to make an impression.

Just when she felt like she couldn’t hang on any longer, Doug pulled her off his cock. Spit and snot dripped down her face as she swallowed deep gulps of air. Doug didn’t let go of her hair. Instead he held her and made her tilt her head back, looking up at him to see the passion that was burning in his eyes. Debbie felt pride, knowing she’d stirred that fire. He slapped her messy face with his slick cock. This time the slaps weren’t soft and playful. He smacked her face hard, making slick smacks against her skin. It made giggles bubble up from deep in Debbie’s sore throat. Her smile widened, reveling in how nostalgically naughty this made her feel. She remembered times when those young men loved rubbing their cocks all over her face. And now Doug was doing the same and his cock was far more deserving than any of those other boys.

She sucked in deep breaths as he slapped her face and mouth with his cock. Spit bubbled on her lips while he rubbed his head along her lips, smearing it like lipstick. “God, you look good with my cock all over you.” Doug chuckled and continued hitting her face with his dick until finally he let go of her hair and let Deb fall back onto her ass and hands.

Deb was a mess of saliva, pre-cum and snot and she’d never felt more alive. Every nerve ending was on fire. Her heart was thundering. Her pussy was on fire and so slick she’d made a small puddle beneath her. Reaching up, she wiped some of the mess onto the back of her arm, still trying to breathe and regain some sense of balance.

Doug towered over her, his cock standing out red and angry and glistening with her saliva. He pulled off his shirt, baring his muscled chest and leaving him as naked as she was. She stared openly, doing her best not to gawk, but clearly impressed. After years with flab and fat, seeing a man with a hard flat stomach was refreshing to say the least. Her eyes traced his abs, noting how firm and rigid his muscles were. The subtle V line leading her eyes to his meaty pulsing cock. Thighs that were strong and corded and surprisingly hairless. The idea that Doug took care of himself physically but also outwardly by trimming and shaving his body hair sent a new and exciting shiver through Debbie’s core.

Taking a menacing step forward, Doug grinned. “Open your legs, Debbie. Show me that beautiful pussy I’ve been dying to see.”

Debbie sat back, spreading her legs eagerly, trembling just slightly with ‌excitement. Her legs opened, the gates to her most vulnerable place no longer barring Doug’s desired entry. Slick moisture glistened on her sex, red and plump with desire. Doug’s muscular physique loomed, sweat already glazing his skin. Everything about Doug was toned and tight: firm muscles and hard abs. Nothing like what Bill had become, soft and doughy. The young man’s cock pulsed with his pounding heart, red and dripping saliva and pre-cum liberally. He reached down, starting to stroke his cock in a show of dominant control. 

“God, Doug. You really are all man. Fuck I can see why all the ladies want a piece of you.” Debbie cleared her throat subtly, leaning back and widening her thighs so Doug had a true and completely clear view of her sex. “Do you like what you see? Does it pass the test?”

“Fuck, it’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. I knew it was. It’s gonna look even better with my cock in it.” Doug's face had turned hard, firm and unshakable. His teeth worried at his lip unconsciously as he stared. Debbie felt a slight tremor of fear run through her. She knew Doug wouldn’t actually hurt her, but at this moment she knew he wasn’t going to treat her like a delicate flower. She was going to come out of this with bruised skin, red marks, and a feeling of being so utterly sore that she’d probably question her choices come the morning.

And she was longing for it. It was what she wanted. Pure and simple. Bill was a good lover. Caring and energetic, at least in the past. But he was never mean or forceful. But the very idea that Bill might try to use her like a doll, a toy, a receptacle, was almost laughable. But that was how she liked it best. Tonight she was going to get what she wanted.

“Is that what you want, Deb? Hm? My fat cock in that beautiful pussy?” His eyes roamed over Debbie’s body, already slick with her own perspiration and stained by her drool and spit and his pre-cum. Her tits hung heavy and beautiful, the light glittering off them adding to her raw sexuality. Nipples raw, dark and hard. Every deep breath drew attention to her abs, hard and defined with just a hint of softness that came with age and, of course, children. But it just added to Debbie’s allure. Gave her the classic beauty of the Venus, or the Roman and Greek statues that extolled the feminine mystic.

Doug loved the mature look. How she was still hard and tight but with some new curves and softness that he could grip and smack and watch jiggle. He was going to take advantage of every curve and defined muscle.

Continuing to stroke his cock, he nudged her thighs open wider, staring at the valley of delights before him. Debbie reached down and spread her labia open, eyes locking with Doug’s, a piercing stare that was an explicit invitation.

“Say it, Mrs. Bascomb. Tell me what you want and don’t hold back. No secrets. Be bold. Be dirty. Lose this whole conservative mom shit. You’re a woman. Act like it.” His words were coming out in harsh, gravely growls, only made more intimidating by the redness of his nose and the light trace of black/blue under his eyes from his injury.

Pulling her labia wider, she met his eyes with undiluted desire. “I want your cock inside me, Doug. I’ve wanted it for so long. I want to feel it fill me up. Stretch me. Use me. I want you to fuck me.”

Leaning down, Doug grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. “You want me to FUCK you? I’m not some soft old man that’s gonna just pump and dump you, Debbie. If you’re asking me to fuck you, then that’s what you’re going to get. And I don’t do timid. You’re gonna give it all. Every part of you. Is that what you want?”

As rough as Doug was being, consent was king, and he wanted it to be clear for them both. He was staring hard into Debbie’s eyes, willing her to understand what he was asking her and telling her. 

Memories flashed before Debbie, memories of college parties and fuck buddies and one night stands. So many adventures. Some more intense than others. But all of them were fun. Those memories faded quickly, replaced by tender ones with Bill… and then those faded even faster, overshadowed by how sexually frustrated Debbie had become in her marriage. How Bill’s once attractive body became flabby. How he’d stopped trying, leaving Debbie to take care of herself night after night with plastic rather than something real. 

All of that was buried beneath the weight of Doug’s gaze. His towering physique. Pulsing manhood. Everything about him was what she’d been missing. What she’d been denied being chained into a marriage that had gone sour and left her needy. The very sight of Doug, even before this moment, had stirred something inside her. A reminder of who she’d once been and wanted to be again. She wanted this. Needed it. And she knew Doug was the perfect person to finally give her what she’d been longing for. All she had to do was give him permission.

Debbie reached out and grabbed his cock, stroking it. “I want you.” She whispered huskily, with only the slightest waver, “To FUCK me.” That one admission unlocked something inside Debbie. The wall she’d constructed over years of being a wife and mother and teacher crumbled, unleashing the sex hungry woman she’d been hiding. 

“I want this fat young cock inside me. In my pussy. I want it to fucking stretch me like only you can. Make me scream. Make me cum.” With one hand still holding her lips open, she dipped a finger inside her burning tunnel and stroked it up and circled her clit. “I want to feel your hungry youth. I’ve seen you looking at me, and I know you’ve had fantasies. I want you to make them real. Use me to make your fantasies real.” 

She gave her pussy a sharp slap, the sound of its wet arousal lewdly clear. “See how wet I am for you? That’s all for you. This pussy is yours, I want you to fuck it and make it know what genuine pleasure is. Can you do that? Think you can make this woman feel true lust?” Debbie let go of Doug’s cock, took his hand and brought it to her neck, eyes blazing with a need and a challenge. “Can you Doug? Can you do it?”

Doug gripped her neck, pushing her back onto the floor. Her legs fell open naturally, completely at his mercy. His hard muscles tightened, rippling, making his pectorals strain. With his free hand, Doug shoved Debbie’s thigh open wider, exposing her pussy. “Put it in.” He ordered, meeting Debbie’s challenge with one of his own. “Put my cock inside you. Show me you want it.”

Panting, trying to keep her lungs full, Debbie gripped Doug’s cock, angling it towards her dripping sex. It was red with want. Swollen lips. Flushed skin. She pulled him towards her opening, Doug’s stare hard as steel. Debbie’s eyes darted back and forth from his gaze to his swollen, hard cock inching towards her. Finally, the burning slick tip touched her labia and she whimpered. It was like getting touched by a burning branding iron. Her skin was on fire. She continued guiding Doug’s cock, and it pressed against her lips, spreading them. The smoothness of her labia cradled his tip making them both gasp at the warmth and slickness.

Doug pushed forward slightly, making his cock slip upward between her lips and press against her swollen clit.

“Fu…” Debbie began to gasp, but Doug quickly silenced her by pressing his mouth to hers. She tasted remnants of copper, smelled the blood and antiseptic from his nose. Doug’s tongue plunged into her mouth, owning it. Swirling and capturing her tongue, gliding along her teeth, biting her lip as he moved his hips, rubbing his dick over her clit again and again, heightening her arousal with every firm pass.

She groaned into his mouth, allowing Doug to capture her. To take her. A conqueror. His strong arms held her tight, abs pressing against her, cock rubbing and sliding up and down her dripping cunt making her legs tremble.

“You’re going to remember this,” Doug grunted, breaking their kiss and licking slowly along her jawline and down her neck towards her quivering tits. “I’m going to claim every inch of you.” He allowed her hands to roam lower, along her hips and back to squeeze her ass. Then he pulled her cheeks and pressed a finger to her anus. “Every. Inch.” She could feel the promise in his words and didn’t have any protest to Doug’s claiming of her.

Debbie wrapped her legs around him, urging him to end her torment. But Doug held steady, muscles coiled and firm. With her heels digging into his muscular, firm ass, she felt his body tense as he resisted her need. He continued moving up and down, letting his shaft slide between her lips and bulbous head flicking her clit over and over making her begin to shake. She wanted to hold on, to cum when he entered her, but Doug was in firm control and it was clear he was going to make her unravel before he ever even pressed an inch inside her.

“Doug!” She gasped, arms wrapping around his neck, nails digging into his back. “I need it. I want it. Please!”

The young man had reduced her to begging. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d ever begged to be fucked. Men used to be so eager to get their dick inside her, she hardly had to even ask. Though Bill had been more of a challenge, strangely enough. Debbie quickly pushed aside the intruding memory of her first time with Bill and focused on the stallion that was on top of her and ready to break her.

“Say it Deb. Tell me exactly what you want. Be the filthy woman I know you are deep down.” Doug’s eyes were blazing with the devil’s gaze. She was going to become devoted to him, submit to this demonic man who was going to take what he wanted.

“Fuck me Doug! Fuck my married mom pussy! Show me what it’s like to be a woman again! Take me! Use me! Make me cum and scream and cry! I want it all. Every inch!” She was panting, trying so hard not to gush from his continuing pressure on her clit.

“Good girl.” Doug muttered, and then…

Doug’s cock slide down from her clit in a smooth motion, glistening with her dew. His head was bulbous and red, throbbing and full of blood. His shaft was rigid with the veins pronounced as they pulsed. His balls swung freely, heavy with cum and ready to find a fertile place to spread. The tip nestled into her canal, the tight hole spasming and clenching of nothing until just the barest amount of his head pressed forward. At first the ring of muscle resisted. Clenching tightly closed, but the elasticity prevailed and began to stretch open around him.

He pushed, slow and steady. No rush. No hurry. He did it agonizingly slow. Tip pushing, stretching, making it’s way inside Debbie’s burning pussy. Her eyes widened as Doug moved his gaze down to watch his cock entering her smooth pussy. Debbie watched with him as his youthful, fat member slid deeper and deeper. Finally, her lips closed around the mushroom rim and his head was inside her completely.

Her walls fluttered, squeezed, clenched against his intrusion.

“That’s right.” Doug grit his teeth. “Squeeze it, Deb. Squeeze my cock. Show me you want it.”

More pressure. His cock continued sinking into her sex. Deeper. An inch. Deeper. Another. Debbie was gasping, feeling how big he was. A burning rod, strong and stiff as steel, sliding inside her body.

“Oh god! Oh fucking god!” She gasped. It’d been so long since she’d felt this sort of stretch. But Doug was definitely in a league of his own. Those men she had been with in college were amateurs compared to how Doug was filling her. She continued clawing at his back, deep red marks along his muscles and skin.

Doug moved his gaze back to Debbie’s face, grabbed hold of her chin and made her look at him. “How’s it feel Mrs. Bascomb. How’s it feel having my dick inside that married cunt? Huh?” he slapped her cheek, firm but not hard enough to leave more than a temporary pink mark.

“G…good! So… so good. Full….god you’re big!” She moaned, losing control. Her legs were trembling, nipples rock hard and rubbing against Doug’s chest when he pressed down further.

“You’re going to take it all, Mrs. Bascomb.” His grin was just on the edge of demonic as he watched Debbie’s face contort in pleasure and a small amount of pain as he stretched her wider than she’d ever experienced besides when she’d had her children.

Doug could feel the slickness of her walls, how they were a silk inferno wrapping around his cock and threatening to smother it. It was bliss and torture. He grabbed Debbie’s hair and one of her tits, a need for a grip as he lowered his hips and continued penetrating the mature mother. They were both losing themselves in the sensations. Bodies tense and trembling. Burning hot as all their nerves began sending signals to their brains. Exploding synapses. Sweat breaking out trying to cool them as their temperatures rose.

Debbie let out a whimper and then they both felt it. Doug’s balls pressed against her ass. Every inch was inside her. His crotch rubbed against her clit as he pressed further, firmer, making sure all of him was inserted into her cunt.

Debbie released Doug’s neck and fell back to the floor, arms over her head panting as she felt it all. The whole of Doug’s penis was inside her vagina. She was clamping down hard and tight. A vice that was superheated like molten velvet. Her breasts moved with her breaths, bouncing, swaying as Doug stared down at her and pushed his hips harder. No space between them. Skin sticking to skin.

“I’m inside you Mrs. Bascomb.” Doug panted. “Feel it? I’m in you. You’re mine. This cunt is mine now.”

“Y…yes…” Debbie groaned and looked down, seeing how there wasn’t even enough space between them to slide a sheet of paper. “Yours…oh fucking god it’s yours. Please Doug! Please fuck me!”

His words came out in growls, “That’s right…uhhhh, fucking beg me.” He could feel her squeezing him, her firm stomach clenching, muscles tightening as they ground against each other. Doug’s abs flexed, pressing hard against Debbie as he flexed his cock inside her. She was intensely tight. Tighter than he would have expected.

The primal part of Doug wanted to take her. To start thrusting. Grip her hips and just plow into her like she were a fleshlight, a toy for his personal pleasure. He’d been longing for it. Dreaming of it in his most personal and private moments. Now she was under him. All his. He could do whatever he wanted and Doug was absolutely sure she’d let him.

“Oh god Doug.” Debbie gasped looking down as he began to pull back, her lips squeezing and gripping him, already coating his shaft in thick cream from just that one thrust inside. She grabbed hold of Doug’s hard, muscular arms. He pulled back his hips and then slowly pushed back inside making Debbie whimper.

Old memories of her college days bubbled up as her velvet tunnel was stretched. The feel of those many cocks, brutal and thick and long. But nowhere near this big. Doug was easily the biggest she’d ever had and was relishing the feelings as the veins of the shaft rubbed against her walls, against her lips. She felt his head push against her depths. It rubbed against her nerves, rubbing the spots she’d forgotten she had. Till that moment, Debbie hadn’t fully realized just how much she’d been deprived of.

Groaning, Doug pushed deep again, pressing his balls against her ass and watching Debbie’s face twist, contort, and wash over with pleasure and pain. He was going to push her to new heights. To her limits. Beyond.

Adjusting his position, he pushed her legs up and over his shoulders, ass lifting and allowing deeper penetration as he snapped his hips forward. Debbie’s breasts bounced wildly and her stomach clenched, ass rippling as he slammed back inside.

“Fuck!” Debbie screamed.

“Fucking tight!” Doug grunted right along with her. He slammed in again, his abs tightening, arms straining as he held onto her hips so she wouldn’t wriggle away from his thrusts. Their bodies collided again, skin slapping loudly in the empty house.

Sucking in deep breaths, Debbie grabbed hold of her tits, squeezing them and pushing them together so Doug could look at them. She wanted his eyes to rake over her. Scratch that deep itch she’d been having for so long. His cock deep inside her was only the beginning. She wanted him to go deeper. To take everything. Make her into his good girl.

Doug started to maintain a rhythm. In and out. Pushing himself balls deep every time. Hard hips slapping her soft ass. Smack. Smack. Smack. He panted, feeling the slick walls of her pussy squeezing hold of him like they never wanted to let go.

“Like that Deb? Hmmm?” He grunted. “Like feeling this young cock in that mature cunt? How’s it feel. Fucking tell me how it feels, Deb.” Deeper thrusts. Hard smacks of skin on skin, starting to become slick with sweat. Debbie’s juices dripping down her ass onto the floor.

“So goooood.” She moaned, squeezing her breasts harder, bouncing them in her palms as Doug kept his grip on her and continued fucking slow and steady but firm and hard.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The sound echoed, filling Debbie’s ears with her debaucherous abandon. Their grunts became animalistic rutting. Doug diving deep inside her, watching her fondle herself, rubbing her nipples as he fucked. Lips tight and slick, clinging. Her grip was exquisite. Perfect. Better than most of the younger women he’d had over the years.

“Oh god Doug! Mmm it’s, big… so big… fuck it’s stretching me so much.”

“You’ve needed a dick like this, haven’t you. I always knew you needed a big one. A fat cock in this tight cunt of yours. Holy shit Deb, squeeze me like that. Show me how much you want it.” Doug leaned in over her, pushing Debbie’s legs up further so they were practically hanging next to her face. He rammed further, deeper. Debbie was grunting, as Doug leaned in and kissed her. Sucking her tongue with greed, swallowing her breaths and robbing her of air as he doubled her over and thrust, thrust, thrust, into her dripping pussy.

Doug bit her lip, sucking it as he pulled away, allowing her to gasp, to fill her lungs again before beginning to fuck harder. He thrust his hips, pounding and making her ass bounce on the floor. Debbie let go of her beautiful tits and grabbed hold of Doug’s shoulders for support, moaning lewd and loud as he started upping the pace of his thrusts.

“God! God! Oh fuuuuuck Doug please… oh shit fucking shit!” She cried out louder. Her orgasm took her by surprise, her pussy spasming around Doug’s massive appendage. The feeling of a new cock, of a larger cock, the dominance Doug was showing as he took her as his own, it overcame any walls Debbie had left that were holding her back.

She screamed into the night. The whole house absorbing her cries of pleasure and desire. All the love and joy that had soaked into the walls over the years peeled away in the light of Debbie’s lustful shouts.

Doug plowed her through it. Thrusting and keeping pace, feeling her spasming walls. The juices soaking and flowing all over his slapping balls. He let go of one of her legs, pushing down her hip and pushing her other leg up higher, finding a new angle and ramming hard, his head dragging over her g-spot and making Debbie arch up from the floor, tits bouncing wildly as Doug took full charge and began fucking her in earnest.

They rutted for long minutes. Time vanishing. All there was was the slap of skin. The slosh of Debbie’s pussy sucking at Doug’s cock and splashing from his swinging balls.

“Uhhhh. Uhhhh. Uhhhhhhhh.” Debbie was beyond words, her brain swimming in endorphins and euphoria as her orgasm just kept going. It flowed like a river. Nothing to stop it. Pleasure continually rushing through her veins making her shake and sweat, breasts starting to swirl around in circles.

“Yes. Yes. Oh fuck you’re so tight. God Deb you’re so fucking tight. Take it. Take my cock.”

Doug was lost in the ritual. The rhythm. His muscles shining and rippling as he held her firmly, continually filling her tight tunnel. It was heaven. It was hell. Burning bright.

Stopping abruptly, Doug turned Debbie over with a powerful, firm grip, putting her on all fours. Hand on her upper back, he pushed her down so her ass arched up and he gave it a hard slap, watching the beautiful bubble butt jiggle. “Spread yourself for me.” He ordered, breathing deeply but nowhere near winded yet.

Debbie reached back as if in a trance and pulled her ample cheeks open exposing her asshole and pussy to Doug’s view. He knelt behind her and slapped his cock against her pussy, his thumb rubbing over her asshole, making her whimper.

“God you’re fucking beautiful. You were such a tease walking around in those skirts, wiggling this fat ass. Now it’s mine.” He gave it a hard spank.

“Mmmmm, yes.” Debbie moaned eagerly, wiggling her ass as she held her cheeks. “Please, Doug. I want it.”

He slapped his dick against her juicy pussy again, head rubbing against her clit. “What do you want, Mrs. Bascomb?” He chuckled.

“Your cock. I want it in me. Please, Doug. I fucking need…ahhhhh!”

Doug rammed his cock into her, gripping hold of her hips and quickly started to ram, thrusting fast and deep and hard, making her ass ripple against his hips. No mercy. Not as hard as he could, but he kept a swift, brutal pace, hammering deep into Debbie’s depths.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck!” She cried out, face pressed to the floor, tits swinging underneath her as the fit young teacher took her, sparking every few thrusts making her ass sting and throb.

Doug moved from his knees to his feet, squatting down behind Debbie and holding her hips tighter for a more firm and deep thrust down into her upturned cunt. His hands moved up to her shoulders, simultaneously pulling them and pushing her down harder into the carpet as he started jack hammering into her beautiful bald pussy.

“Yeah! Yeah! Fucking goddamn you’re fucking tight for a mom. Shit Deb…shit squeeze me like that! Fucking squeeze it!” He slapped her ass hard leaving a little bit of red.

“Ohhhhh god! God fuck Doug, oh my god!” She screamed into the carpet, her cheek rubbing against it, burning and chaffing as Doug’s hard thrusts made her move against the fibers of the carpet.

“You fucking like that? Huh Mrs. Bascomb? You like my young cock balls deep in this pretty cunt?”

“Yes! YES!” She cried.

“Squeeze it. Show me how good and tight you are for me! Fucking god, you’re so shit fucking tight!” He rammed in, his balls slapping her clit, the wet splooshing splashing sound echoing with their deep animal grunts and groans.

“Ohhhh fucking god! God Doug, god I’m gonna cum!” She tried to look back at him, wanting to see his towering physique. His muscles. How he was owning her. She wanted to see his face and how she was pleasing him, how he was enjoying her body.

“That’s right! Fucking cum on a man’s cock, Mrs. Bascomb. Fucking cum for me!” He jack hammered harder. Faster. The splashing slapping filled the room and the home.

“ooooOOOOOooooHHHHhhhhhhhoohhhaahhhhh!” She screamed and began to ride her orgasm, pussy gushing around Doug’s firm fat cock and squirting all over his swinging balls. 

Doug rode through it. Fucking her continuously as she came and came, determined to give her the best orgasm of her life. He focused, sweat on his brow and eyes firm and hard like diamonds as he stared down at Debbie’s rippling ass and his pistoning cock that was vanishing into her pussy and coming back out coated in glistening girl cum. But as in control as Doug was, even he couldn’t stave off his orgasm as the married mother squeezed his cock as she came. Her spasming walls were like a sucking, milking creature determined to suck him dry, and he wasn’t about to disappoint.

“I’m gonna fucking fill you! I’m gonna cum Debbie.” He panted.

“Inside,” they said it together, Debbie’s words muffled from the carpet and Doug’s strained as he started pounding as fast as he could.

Ecstasy overtook them. Doug’s balls slapped Debbie’s clit over and over and her lips gripped his shaft, giving him the final warm friction and squeeze he needed to start unloading deep into her pussy.

“AHHH fucking shit!” he gasped, feeling his balls tighten, the muscle in his stomach and hips and ass clenching, and his potent burning cum shooting like a hydrant into Debbie’s depths. Spurt after spurt coated her inner walls, walls that clenched and quivered as he kept thrusting through his ejaculations.

“OH! OH FUCKING GOD!” Debbie cried, tears dripping down her cheeks. “Oh, fucking god, Doug I feel it! I feel your cum!” She was weeping into the carpet. The feelings overwhelming. The realization that another man besides Bill was filling her for the first time in years. She’d forgotten how good a man’s ejaculation felt when it was shooting with wild abandon inside her. Another thing Bill had stolen from her. The feeling of being claimed. Of being marked.

Doug dug his nails into Debbie’s hips and his back arched, thighs clenching as his body let loose everything he had into the mature woman. His whole body was rigid as his orgasm overtook him and made him break out in a thick, musky sweat. He kept spasming, shooting more and more inside her until it was overflowing and dripping out along Debbie’s thighs and stomach and down onto the carpet, making a thick puddle of white.

For a moment in time, they were connected. Fully. Doug balls deep. Debbie spasming. Cumming together. Then the lingering tension, the blissful white of the ‘little death’ began to dissipate. Their muscles relaxed. Doug’s cock began to shrink, slipping out of Debbie’s bruised pussy. A flow of thick white dripped out onto the floor. He let himself fall back onto the carpet, staring up at the ceiling, panting, feeling the lingering effects of one of the most powerful sexual experiences he’d ever experienced.

Debbie collapsed to the floor, laying on her side. Her pussy throbbed. Walls pulsing with her slowing heartbeat, causing Doug’s cum to flow out of her in rivulets. She breathed deep, slow, hand to her chest feeling her heart hammering. It’d been so long since she’d experienced a thrill like this. She’d all but lost the memory of it. The room, once filled with their animalistic grunts and cries, became quiet. The only sound their heavy breathing.

The euphoria Debbie felt began to fade. She didn’t regret anything… well, not anything she and Doug had done. What happened earlier in the night… that was a different story. A different issue. And something she would figure out later when she was in a better mindset. For now, she relished in the feeling of another man’s cum inside her. The throbbing feeling from intense and powerful fucking. She’d been craving it, and up till now she’d been denied it. Doug finally gave her what she’d been longing for.

Everything leading up to this night had gone so slow. Now… things began to move quickly. Almost routinely. Doug got up and made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a clean dish towel. He got it damp and then filled a glass of water. Debbie lay on the floor, a mess, finally catching her breath and watching him domestically gathering materials for aftercare. His cock swayed between his legs hypnotically. Handing her the glass of water, he started the process of wiping up the messier parts between her legs before she took the cloth herself with a muttered thanks. Doug smiled, nodded and went to the bathroom to take care of himself. Eventually Debbie got to her feet, shaky and aching, but feeling good. Once she was steady, she went to the master bathroom and turned on the shower. Doug appeared in the doorway, dressed.

Their eyes met.

“So…” Doug began. He’d been in this situation multiple times before, but somehow this felt different. More significant. “See you in the office on Monday?” The last thing he wanted her to feel like was that he was trying to run away, but something about being in her house… with her marriage in tatters and his nose still bruised…he didn’t feel like it was appropriate to stay.

Debbie stood confidently, body slick with sweat and spit and semen. Her breasts were out in all their glory and her nipples still hard. Brushing back her matted hair, she grinned wide. “Yeah. Bright and early.”

The lingering connection between them was electric. Bright. It was awkward, but not in a way that made Debbie or Doug feel embarrassed. It made them feel alive. Fulfilled. For Debbie, she felt like a full woman again.

Doug’s eyes roved over Debbie’s body. She watched him look, chest swelling with pride.

“Thanks for tonight.” Debbie winked, letting her chest shake just a little to further entice her friend.

He smiled. “Yeah. It was great.” He lingered for another minute and then disappeared.

Debbie listened to his footsteps. The sound of the door opening and then the soft finality of it closing.

She stepped into the shower and let the warm water cascade over her, washing away the various fluids staining her skin. Grabbing a loofah, Debbie began to slowly and carefully scrub, paying attention to her swollen pussy. She stayed there under the spray, washing all the external evidence away. Washing herself clean. The tension and embarrassment of the evening faded away. It would come back, she knew that. But for now, things were actually good. Doug and she had finally come together. She was fulfilled. Satisfied for the first time in a very long time. She wouldn’t need the vibrator tonight. Doug had done the job of that little toy and then some.

Once she was clean, Debbie stepped out into the misty fog that enveloped the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wrapping herself before walking back into her bedroom.

It was empty.

Of course it was empty. The kids were at friends. And Bill…

Debbie shook off the train of thought her brain and heart were trying to push her down. Instead she focused on the soreness of her muscles. The still delicate feel of her pussy. She’d gotten what she wanted. What she’d needed.

She quickly dried herself off and grabbed a pair of panties and a t-shirt to sleep in.

Suddenly the bed seemed too large. Much too large for just her.

Maybe she should have asked Doug to stay?

No. That was too fast. She almost laughed at the strange absurdity. Letting Doug fuck her was intimate, but allowing him to sleep in her bed, with her, was far too domestic. Maybe some time in the future… But right now Debbie knew she was going to have to get used to sleeping alone.

Her chest tightened at the thought as she nestled in under the sheets, curling up on her side of the bed, as far away from the empty space on the other. She grew comfortable. Warm. Relaxed. Exhaustion overtaking her bit by bit as she lay, staring at the wall. It was a true force of will to not turn over and stare at the vast empty plain on the other side of the bed. The place where Bill had laid for years. She’d grown accustomed to his presence. His heat and weight and the sounds he made.

But she’d have to get used to the silence now.

Debbie squeezed her eyes closed and focused again on the throb between her legs. The recent memories of Doug plunging inside her. How he’d gripped hold. Taken what he wanted. How she’d offered it all up to him and he’d devoured her with greed and passion. She let those thoughts be the ones to nurse her to sleep, and not the slowly gaping hole of a marriage once loved and the empty space only inches away.