Stray

Fiction by Donna M.

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, do I hate looking in the mirror!  Allow me to elaborate: wrinkles; crow's feet around the eyes; my tits sagging more and more�no, it wasn�t a pretty picture.  Hollywood creates the illusion of sexy older women, but now past fifty I don�t feel sexy at all.  I can�t remember the last time I had a �stirring in my loins,� as romance novelists would often write.  Alas, maybe it was back when my tits didn�t sag.

I shouldn�t stand here in front of my bathroom mirror any longer and torture myself; I worked out as much as I could but I wasn�t holding off the ravages of age.  Besides, my husband Peter was bringing home another of his �projects,� so I�ll put aside my self-pity for the time being and be the proper wife.

At a time when men�s midlife crises often are linked to toys, like flashy sports cars or young bimbos, my husband�s seemed to be manifested in humanitarianism.  He routinely helps men at work �get back on their feet� after some economic calamity.  Often, when I meet them, I easily recognize the character flaw that will inevitably bring about future calamities; flaws my husband can�t, or won�t see.  I often wished he satisfied these urges by building houses like Jimmy Carter did instead of tending to his �strays.�

�Honey, this is Jacob,� Peter introduced the unshaven man to me when they arrived.  �I invited him to stay in the room above the garage for a week or two until he gets the subsidized apartment he�s been promised.�

With a little uncertainty, I took Jacob�s offered handshake.  �Nice to meet you, ma�am,� he said.  �I appreciate your hospitality, and I�ll try not to be an intrusion.�

Contrary to his hardscrabble appearance, his voice was melodious, and his manners seemed to transcend my first impression of him, which was probably tainted by those who preceded him to my door.

�You won�t be an intrusion, I�m sure. Welcome,� I said.

Peter helped him with his meager things, showing him the guestroom above the garage that had once been our son�s bedroom, as well as the guest bath.  Peter urged him to relax and shower, and that dinner would be served soon.  Of course, dinner was my responsibility, not my over-generous husband�s.

With cooking almost finished, I walked up to the guestroom to see if Jacob found everything okay and to let him know about dinner.  As I climbed the stairs, I caught a glimpse of a naked Jacob walking from the shower to the bedroom.  My breath caught as I saw how great the lean man looked.  Okay, I thought, maybe this was the stirring of my loins I so dearly missed.  Thankful he hadn�t seen me, I scurried back to the kitchen.

When Jacob came down for dinner, he was clean-shaven, and smelled a whole lot better than when he had entering the house.  I probably blushed, thinking of the afterimage I had of him naked.  Dinner proved to be more awkward than usual, perhaps because unlike all the others, he was so nice.

Peter, maybe sensing something in the other man, kept up a steady litany of superlatives about me; how well I cooked, how well I kept up the house, and so forth.  Jacob was profuse in his thanks, with pleasing comments on the food and the house�s cleanliness and order.

Later that night in bed, I thought about the pang of arousal, long missing from me, when I�d seen Jacob�s body.  Peter and I didn�t have much of a sex life, and only on rare occasions did my husband ever get aroused to the point of an erection.  I brought up the subject of ED once but that went nowhere, so without Viagra or Cialis my sex life disappeared too. I know what you�re thinking�masturbation or an affair�but I wasn�t brought up that way.  I stifled my libido years ago, which made today�s twinge the surprise it had been.

I wasn�t due to return to my semi-seasonal job for another two months so I used the time to reapply homemaker skills as well as some light do-it-yourself jobs around the house while Peter worked.  I was using a carpet shampooer on the hall carpet when I heard the front door.  It was Jacob.

�I hope I didn�t startle you, Ma�am.� he said, probably reacting to the look of surprise on my face, since I hadn�t expected him so early or to arrive alone.  He explained as he hung up his jacket, �Peter said to come on here since he�s working late and I was done my shift.�

I asked him if he would like a coffee.  He said it would be nice, then offered to finish the rug shampooing while I made it, �It�s the least I can do in repayment for your hospitality,� he said.  When coffee was ready and the carpet cleaned, we sat in the kitchen and talked between sips.  He kept thanking us for taking him in, saying, �Your husband�s not only a good man, but he�s a lucky one too to have such a fine wife.�

�Oh, I don�t know much about �fine�, but thanks for the compliment,� I said.

�To heck with that false modesty stuff, you�re a beauty and I hope Peter appreciates that and tells you every day.�

Did my husband appreciate me?  He certainly never tells me I�m a beauty, I thought.  �Thank you, Jacob. I guess most of the time I don�t think much of my aging self, and certainly not in terms of beauty.�

He made one of those scoffing �Pshaw� sounds, and then said.  �Your mirror must be broken. I see a beautiful woman sitting there, but I apologize for being so forward, seeing I made you blush.�

My face wasn�t the only place that grew warm.  What was I thinking, getting aroused like this with a stranger? It�s been awhile, but I knew arousal, and I was damned horny.  Could he sense it, see it?

�It�s okay, Jacob. You made my day.�

Finishing his coffee, he said, �Best I go shower before dinner.�  He hesitated, then added, �If you�d like, I can help with the dinner preparations�for a hard-working Peter.�

When I heard the water running, I pictured him naked as I�d seen him the day before, and my vulva itched with desire. Please, Peter, come home quickly and take my mind away from Jacob.

Jacob turned out to be a knowledgeable cook.  He took my plans and turned them upside-down, pulling spices and other ingredients from my cabinets I didn�t remember were even there.  He cooked and I got out of the way, though I listened intently to his running commentary on what he was doing.

Dinner was superb.  Peter was ebullient in his praise, which I quickly deflected from me to its rightful target.  �My, my, Jacob. Another hidden talent. Thank you, my good man.�

Jacob tried to push some of it back on me, but I said, �Now who�s into false modesty?� leaving my husband mystified as to what that meant.

Evening was playing cards and television viewing, but mostly just good old-fashioned conversation.  After Jacob went off to bed, I tried to get Peter excited, but he begged off, saying he was tired after a long day.  No wonder I fell asleep dreaming of Jacob and awoke bathed in sweat.

Several days went by like that; Jacob home before Peter, helping me around the house, fixing dinner. I was getting accustomed to having him around, my horniness somewhat abated, but my fondness for him growing nonetheless.

One afternoon, I showered and put on a long-forgotten black negligee and matching black stockings.  Standing before my mirror, I broke down and cried, thinking of what Jacob had said.  I had become too harsh in my self-assessment.  Sure, I was sagging and widening, but altogether I looked good compared to other women my age that I knew.  Just then, I heard the door downstairs, so I threw on my robe to cover up.  Jacob was home.

�Ma�am, are you okay? Forgive me for prying, but you�ve been crying, it looks like.�

�I�m okay, Jacob, I really am. Just a little afternoon blues, I guess.�

�Go rest then. I�ll worry over dinner. Go take a nap, or read a book.�

�You�re a sweet man,� I said, before going to my bedroom. 

I felt guilty about leaving dinner preparation to him, but I felt guiltier about how I was thinking of him.  I dropped the robe to the floor and faced my bedroom mirror once again.  I looked at the woman reflected back at me, clad in a sexy-looking negligee, and began to touch myself as I hadn�t done in years.  I closed my eyes and dreamed of Jacob touching me, loving me, and the orgasm came swiftly and powerfully.

�Ohhhhhh, Goddddddddddddddddd,� I muttered as I convulsed, my knees almost buckling from the power of the climax.  I lay on the bed for a while, soaking in the afterglow of the first orgasm I�d had in ages, before I sighed, changed out of the nightwear, and joined Jacob in the kitchen.

As I entered the kitchen, the aroma was captivating.  �How did you learn to cook like this?� I asked.

�Surprisingly, in the Army,� he said with a laugh.  �I caught the fever, I guess, and wanted to learn more about recipes and spices and such, which I did, sort of self-taught.�

�You�re quite a man,� I said, and then I kissed him on the cheek.

I thought he�d die, given his reaction to the kiss.  He stammered, then made a comment about a �cold shower.�  I couldn�t believe the bulge I saw at the front of his jeans when I took a surreptitious glance down there.

�It�s okay if you want to take a shower before dinner. I can finish up here,� I told him. I knew he would masturbate in the shower, and felt proud that he�d be thinking of me when he did.

I was whistling merrily when Peter came home, openly wondering why I was so happy.  I couldn�t rightly tell him, could I?

Jacob was quiet throughout dinner.  He may have been troubled by his arousal, though I wasn�t in the least.  It was a nice feeling, being lusted after.  Peter begged off once more when we were in bed, so perhaps that�s when I made my decision.

I waited for the moment to be right.  One day when Jacob arrived from work, I was ready for him, again wearing the negligee set under my robe.  He said, �You under the weather again, Ma�am?� when he saw me in the robe as I had been that other day.

�I�m feeling fine, Jacob, really fine.�  That�s when I let the robe fall.

His eyes grew wide.  I saw the lust in them.  �I�I�I don�t�think this is right�Peter��

�Peter won�t be home in a while, and we both know this was going to happen, so��

I walked to him and we kissed.  His reluctance, born of both general decency and a sense of gratitude toward my husband, soon evaporated under my onslaught.  The kiss unleashed the hunger that had grown in both of us.  His clothes recklessly pulled off, we fell to the sofa.  My hand found his erect member as we kissed.  I�d seen him naked the first day he was here, yet the feel of his substantial, rock-hard cock still drew a gasp from my lips.

He moved from atop me, squirming down between my legs, which I spread for him.  His tongue and lips sent me over the edge first. The orgasm was swift and strong. I cried out as he sucked intently on my clitoris.

He muttered an epithet that had always been my sexual response: �Oh God!�

Little else was said, or needed to be said, as he slipped between my splayed legs and slid his length into my wet (yes, amazing!) and willing vagina.  Our eyes locked as he thrust; I nodded ever so slightly as I hugged him to my bosom and wrapped my legs around his midsection.  Jacob was bigger than Peter, and so he touched me in ways I�d never before experienced, his steady rhythm pushing me up the mountainside of sexual fulfillment.  His thrusting pace grew more urgent as our lips came together.  With a union of eyes, mouths, torsos, and sex organs, we climaxed together.  I screamed aloud as I shook.  I felt his cock spasm deep within me, one ejaculated rope after another bathing my cervix in hot semen.  Thinking about that bath, I orgasmed again, convulsing and screaming madly while he held on.

He tried to say something, perhaps to apologize or rationalize the sex, but I wouldn�t let him, placing a finger to his lips.  I did the talking.

�You�re a special man,� I said.  �I needed this more than you�ll ever know, and don�t worry, Peter will never know about what we just did. He�s a good man and a great husband, but he can�t make me feel like you just did. I�m not ashamed to admit it. Thank you.�

�You�re the special one,� he told me.  �I haven�t�been�with a woman in so long.  From that first day you and Peter invited me into your house, I�ve lusted�I admit it�lusted after you.  I feel like I�ve stolen something, maybe hurting Peter in the process, but what we did was�so right, so�so wonderful��

�And so fast,� I answered, cutting him off.  �Let�s take a shower, and maybe we can go a little slower and savor it more.�

We did just that.  He grew hard again and took me from behind under the hot shower spray.  He was more relaxed this time, with none of the repressed sexual tension that had driven him earlier.  His thrusts were almost teasingly long.  Several times I reached behind me and pulled him, urging him on, deeper, deeper still.

My cunt hadn�t had this much action in years, so there was no doubt I�d be very sore tomorrow, but that would be tomorrow, not today.  Today, I would cum again.

�Ohhhhhhhhhh Goddddddddddddd, I�m cumming, I�m cumming!� I squealed with delight.

�Me too,� he moaned, as I felt his cock buck.  �Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!�

After a long, waterlogged kiss, we washed the smell of sex from each other, dried and dressed.  I hoped we looked �normal� enough when Peter arrived home.  If we hadn�t succeeded, he nevertheless said nothing to indicate he suspected anything had happened between Jacob and me, except for our ritual of cooking dinner together.

During dinner and throughout the evening, Jacob and I exchanged glances�glances made for lovers.  Before he went off to bed, I waited for a moment when Peter wasn�t around and kissed Jacob on the cheek, whispering, �I want you again tomorrow. I�m yours to do what you please.�

I was naked and waiting the following day when he came home from work. We must have both anticipated the moment so much, we were like animals in heat by the time we hit his bed.  My cunt was indeed sore, as I�d predicted, but being with him elicited more than enough natural lubrication to get me past the irritation, surprising myself along the way.  I couldn�t remember ever being this wet, never mind over the past decade or so.  He took me doggie-style, and my orgasm was exquisite.  For some reason I�d never been a fan of this position�maybe it was too primitive for my rather puritan upbringing�but the way his erection rubbed my clit convinced me otherwise.

�Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!� I yelled in one long scream of orgasmic bliss, as wave after wave swept over me.  I was so overwhelmed by my climax I didn�t know he came.  I knew only by the creamy, oozing dribble from between my engorged, swollen labia.

Once more, we showered and dressed, well before Peter arrived home.

Every day was a new position, or some wrinkle added to our lovemaking.  Regardless of how sore my muscles would be later�or how sore my cunt was�I did my share of the �leading,� climbing astride his pole in various ways, impaling myself in copulating delight.  One day I asked Jacob if he�d ever taken a woman anally.  He blushed and admitted he had when he was younger and in the Army.  I asked him what it was like from a man�s perspective.  He blushed again and told me his partner had been a �foreigner� and seemed to love it, and that to him it just felt �different.�

�Would you like to do that to me?�

�Have you ever�?�

I said, �One time in college when I had too much to drink, but the guy was a jerk, and maybe I thought it was too gross to enjoy anyway.�

�But now�?�

�Now�it�s with you, and I know it will be�different.�

He smiled because I�d used his word.

He spread some jelly we found in the medicine cabinet around my anus, and poked the head of his cock past my sphincter.  I gasped, and he asked if I wanted him to stop.  I whispered �No� and he pushed farther inward.

He was hesitant, so I murmured �Fuck me, please! Do it!�

The �manimal� in him had returned and he fucked my ass hard, spooned up behind me as we lay on our side. The threshold between pleasure and pain was blurred enough that I wasn�t sure which side of the doorway I was standing, yet when his fingertips found my clit and began stroking, I was clearly on the pleasure side, before I knew it, I was cumming intensely.  The orgasmic convulsions squeezed my sphincter, holding him fast as he began coating my rectum with ejaculate.  The spasms did something to me that no vagina sensation could.  I screamed louder than before as the biggest orgasm I�d ever had swept me away.

Anal sex was my late-in-life discovery for sure.

The day that Jacob came home and announced his apartment had come available was the saddest.  Peter may have suspected something based on my reaction to the news, though I hoped he hadn�t.  As Jacob cleared out his meager things, he slipped me a small piece of paper with his new address handwritten upon it.

Oh yes, now I visited his place for afternoon delight as often as I could.

About a month after Jacob moved out of our guestroom, Peter brought another man home; another �stray� that he felt compelled to help.  This guy was Taylor, a very large, muscled young man with a shy demeanor and a dimpled smile.

�Maybe you�d like to take a shower before dinner?� I asked before showing him to our guestroom where he would stay for a few weeks.

When I heard the shower water shut off, I made an excuse and went upstairs.  I waited around the hall corner for Taylor to emerge from the shower, in much the same place I first saw Jacob�s naked body.  Taylor didn�t disappoint.  His body looked chiseled from a single block of marble, and his cock was equally impressive.  I stared as long as I could without being discovered, all the while imagining his strong arms holding me, his cock rigid and ready at my labial doorstep, and his tight, muscular ass poised to clench on every thrust into my hungry vulva.

Maybe tomorrow I�ll stay home and not visit Jacob, I thought.

My cunt ached thinking of Taylor through dinner and into the evening.  I was ready to fuck another �stray� and couldn�t get over it.  Stray was the right word, both for these men and for what I was doing, straying from my marriage vow and my upbringing.  But I had to do it�the late-in-life itch needed to be scratched.

Tomorrow would be interesting, seeing if Taylor could scratch that itch.

So incredibly wet�.

The End

 

Donna M.

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