A Wife Scorned: Complete Series

by Laci Mitchell

  “You’re so beautiful.” His eyes drank me in, and for the first time in many years I truly felt beautiful and attractive. If our night ended right now, he still would have given me so much pleasure by assuring me that I was more than a wife and a mother. I was also a desirable woman, and the fact that I was wanted by a man so young, and so physically perfect did a lot to erase years of damage to my self esteem that had been dealt out by my rat of a husband.

  “I want to see you.” My words came out in a husky demand. I wanted to be able to study the body I’d only gotten glimpses of.

  He grasped the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up his body, exposing inch by inch the hard muscled and smooth skinned perfection of him. My mouth went dry as my eyes roved over him. There was little softness to the upper body he exposed to me, and he had the flawless masculinity that only his youth could gift him. My panties felt damp against me was as I watched him reach for his belt, pulling the leather free. He undid the button on the top of his jeans, his movements slow and I looked up into his eyes. He winked at me and I gave a little laugh. He was teasing me and I enjoyed every second of it.

  He slowly slid his zipper down. My eyes darted back to his lower half as he pushed his jeans and boxer shorts down his lean flanks and his cock sprang free. My eyes widened slightly. The only other cock I’d seen had been my husband’s and there was no way he could compete with this. The hard, straining perfection of him was the cherry on the sundae of the overall beauty of him and I longed to take him into my mouth. My mouth watered at the sight of his smooth head pointing at me, and I sank to my knees in front of him.

  He gasped as I reached up to encircle the girth of his shaft with my hand, stroking him. A glance up showed me the heavy lidded desire on his face. His patience with me, his willingness to let me lead this encounter, only made me want to please him more.

  I opened my mouth wide and took as much of his huge cock in my mouth as I could. He tasted so good and I slid my head back and forth so it slid over the smooth skin of his cock. His gentle hands caressing my hair and the excited groans rumbling out of his chest only made me bolder. My mouth moved faster on him and I used the hand I was holding his shaft with to stroke the portions of cock that I couldn’t fit in my mouth. For the first time in my life I wanted a man to cum in my mouth, I wanted him to pump it into me so I could taste the very essence of him.

  His breath was coming faster, and his hands gripped my hair, halting the movements of my head. He drew my face away from his cock and I looked up at him.

  “I’m going to cum.” His voice was a deep, dark growl and it made my clit tingle to hear it. I reached my free hand between my legs and rubbed myself through my soaking panties.

  “Do you want to cum in my mouth?” I knew that his youth would make his recovery shorter, and that if he spilled himself inside my mouth it would not mean that this would be our last sexual encounter of the night.

  “Oh fuck yeah.”

  The snarling way he swore at me only aroused me further, and I opened my mouth again and took him inside. My movements were faster as I suppressed my urged to gag and took him so deep inside my mouth that I could feel the head of his cock at the back of my throat. It was the moment that sent him over the edge and I felt his balls pull up against his body. His cock pulsed as he pumped his cum into my mouth in hard spurts. I lapped up every drop, swirling my tongue around his head while it was still inside my mouth, to make sure I tasted every bit of him.

  The only sound in the room was his heavy breathing as he pulled away from me and staggered over to the bed. He sagged down on it, and I stood up so I was standing in front of him.

  “Jesus woman, I’ve never had my cock sucked like that.”

  I reached behind me and undid my brassiere. I slid it off and tossed it aside. The desire still evident in his eyes told me that he liked what he saw, and any doubt I had about my own desirability melted away. This man wanted me, and it made up for years of neglect at the hands of my husband.

  I blocked out thoughts of Earl as I hooked my thumbs under the elastic of my panties and slid them down my legs. There was only enough room in my head and in my bed for one man. By walking toward him with my flesh bare I was choosing Michael to be that man.

  “Get on the bed and open your legs. I want to taste you and make you cum with my mouth.” His words were a rough command.

  My excitement was such that it didn’t take much coaxing to do what he said. I got on the bed and positioned myself in the way he wanted. He came to me, put his head between my legs while his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips. I could feel his breath on me, and more than anything else I wanted to feel his mouth on my most intimate flesh. He ducked his head down, put his mouth on me and devoured me.

  I couldn’t hold back my cries of pleasure as I rocked my pussy against his face. He was a maestro of pleasure and he used his mouth play me like an instrument. I’d never felt anything likes this as my excitement built inside me. I could feel myself climbing higher and higher, and once he sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly with his tongue I was helpless to hold back the tide of my orgasm. Pleasure slammed through me, over and over as I came against his mouth. My orgasm pounded through my body, taking me higher than I’d ever been before and my body trembled and shook as I called his name.

  He didn’t wait for my cries to lessen before he reared up between my legs, positioned his straining cock at the entrance of my body and slid inside me.

  Oh God, he felt so good. His cock was so big, I felt so full that it almost hurt. He must have remembered in that moment that I’d been a long time without a man, because he held still as if waiting for me to adjust to the size of him.

  “Are you okay?” He dipped his head down to kiss me, and I could taste myself on his lips. It only drove my desire deeper inside me and I wanted desperately for him to move. I rocked my hips and he obeyed my unspoken signal.

  He pulled back until only his head was inside me and slid back in. I looked down at where our bodies were connected, at where his cock was thrusting in and out of me. Having him inside me, hearing his groans and seeing the straining and flexing of his beautifully muscled body above me and inside me turned me on more than I’d ever been in my life. I never dreamed that being intimate with a man could feel this good. Michael made my body sing with every thrust his of cock. His movements picked up speed and I cried his name over and over like a chant.

  I was so close to ecstasy that when I ground my pelvis against him, rubbing my clit on the flesh at the base of his cock, it sent me over the edge. My pussy clutched him, squeezed him with every pulse of my orgasm. If I died in this moment I would do so happily as being with him fulfilled me in a way that I’d never experienced.

  As if from a distance I was aware of his groaning on top of me and I could feel his cock pulsing inside me as he spilled his cum inside me. I embraced him with my arms around his neck and my legs around his body as he settled heavily on top of me. His body felt so delicious on top of me that I knew that having him once tonight would not be enough.

  As our breathing slowed, he moved so that he took some of his weight on his arms. He looked down at me, with a soft expression on his face. His cock was still deep inside me and I could feel him hardening again.

  “Can I stay the night? Once is not enough, and having you has only whetted my appetite for more.”

  I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to him yet. This was going to be our only night together, I wanted to savor every second with him. I wanted to store up as many memories with him as I could before the time came for it to end.

  “Stay.” I tunneled my fingers into the dark silk of his hair and drew his head down to close to me. I kissed him and he pulled back and thrust his cock back inside me. Tonight was far from over.

  The birds were singing, a light breeze was floating in my open bedroom window and I was in Michael’s arms. I couldn’t think of a better way to wake up then with a thoroughly satisfied body. My back was pressed against hi
s hard young flesh as we spooned in my bed. I’d lost track of the number of times this man had made my body sing with orgasms. All I knew was that my hunger for him was far from sated and I questioned my decision to have last night be our only night together.

  I opened my eyes and sighed. I knew for the sake of my reputation that last night could be the only time that this happened. The town I lived in wasn’t that big, and while it was acceptable for my husband to take other women into his bed, the same could not be said for me.

  “You don’t regret it, do you?”

  I could feel the rumble of Michael’s voice against my back as I snuggled closer to him. There were a lot of things in my life that I regretted, but having sex with him was not one of them. I’d broken my marriage vows, had gone against what I’d been raised to believe. I’d taken a man half my age inside my body, and the world might think it a sin, but I could not bring myself to feel bad about it. I’d wanted him so much, he made me feel so good that all I felt was the desire to do it all over again.

  “No. Last night was the best night of my life, and I could never regret it.”

  His arm tightened around my waist, and I shifted.

  “And does this have to be goodbye? I thought last night would be only time, but it’s not enough. Being with you exceeded all my dreams and fantasies. I want more of you.” He kissed the side of my neck, lifted my leg so that it was hooked over his flank and he slid his hardened cock inside me.

  I gasped as he filled me, and despite my intention to tell him that this could never happen again, I found myself wavering.

  His hand came around me, and he stroked my clit while he thrust languidly inside me. Before I completely lost my wits and gave myself over to what he made me feel, I did my best to give him an answer. There was no way this affair could be long term, but another night together couldn’t do any damage, could it?

  “I supposed you do still need to finish the shed. It can last until your finished.”

  After that the only thing I could do was moan as he made my body sing. This was not going to be a permanent arrangement, there was no way it could be, but it didn’t have to end right this second.

  5

  Despite my best intentions, despite telling myself that what was happening between Michael and me was a fling that would burn out, the desire I had for him showed no signs of dissipating. Two weeks after our first night together and I found myself standing at the door at the back of my house watching him.

  The longing inside me was the same as the first time I stood here and watched him work. The only difference this time was that I knew what that body looked like, what it felt like and how fulfilled it made me when he was inside me. He intoxicated me, and I was getting a nervous pit in my stomach because I knew that this couldn’t last forever. We were taking a risk as it was, with him sneaking into my house at night and leaving before first light in the morning. The more nights we had together, the more I wanted him and the more afraid I was growing.

  It could be my imagination, but I couldn’t help but feel that all eyes in the neighborhood were on me. I’d never paid much attention to it before. It hurt me to think that my husband’s humiliation of me was the topic of speculation, but if my neighbors knew what was going on under their noses, it would be so much worse.

  Every morning when I got up, I told myself that the night before had to be the last one. Being with Michael had served its purpose, it had raised my flagging self esteem and shown me that I was a desirable woman despite my husband’s lack of interest. Telling myself that didn’t make it any easier to say goodbye to him.

  I turned away from the door. I couldn’t keep watching and obsessing over him. How was I ever going to move on with a life without him if I didn’t start separating myself from him? I wasn’t a schoolgirl anymore, I couldn’t moon over him like I was an untried virgin instead of a married woman with children and a grandchild.

  I went to the kitchen to prepare lunch. I was going to have to end it, but even as I prepped the food that he would be coming in and eating, I could feel myself wavering. I wanted him so much, and I hadn’t had my fill. Surely we could hide our affair for a little while longer? No one was inside this house except for me, and the neighbors couldn’t see through the walls. As long as he was working on the shed, he had an excuse to be here that wouldn’t raise any questions.

  I finished making the sandwich for him, and as if I’d called him forth from my mind, I heard his footsteps behind me.

  “Looks good.” The deep rumble of his voice was close to my ear as he slid his arms around my waist and pulled me back against him. One touch with him wiped away any resolve I had to keep my distance. If whatever was between us had to end, and there was no way it could continue, I wanted to fill myself with him until its inevitable conclusion.

  “What does? The lunch?” I relaxed back against him, and closed my eyes.

  “Not the lunch. The lady who made it.” He swept my hair aside and kissed the side of my neck. I shivered and braced my hands on the countertop to keep from melting. Being in his arms was like a balm for my loneliness. Standing here in my kitchen, I could pretend that I was a young woman again, and he was my attentive husband. Having him hold me blotted out the knowledge that I was twice his age, and not free to give my heart to him.

  I opened my eyes, and no matter how much I wished it, my kitchen was still the same and I hadn’t been transported into the fantasy land I wanted to construct for myself. Now matter how much I wanted to pretend, I wasn’t a young woman any more, and the man standing behind me, holding me close, was not my husband.

  “I’m sure you’re hungry.” I put my hands on his arms and eased them away from my waist. I couldn’t think with him so close, and I couldn’t afford to lose my wits. I had neighbors who thought nothing of popping over for a cup of coffee and a chat. During the day my privacy was not assured, and no matter how much I wanted him I could not indulge in my passion for him during the day.

  “I am, but not for food.” There was a note in his voice, that I couldn’t quite identify. I turned around, and looked up at him. I could see his longing for me in his eyes.

  “Michael, we’ve discussed this. You know that I want you, but we can’t do anything during the day. Just the other day Mary from next door came by to gossip. We have to be discreet.” He sighed, and he made an effort to smooth his features. I reached up to put my hand on his cheek to soften my rejection. “At night we can do whatever we want but nothing can happen during the day.”

  “I know.” There was a bitter twist of his mouth as he took his sandwich and drink off the counter and carried it into the dining room. I watched his back as he walked away from me and I smoothed my hands down my dress. I didn’t know why I was so nervous all of a sudden, but something had changed in Michael. He’d been understanding before over the need for discretion, so what had changed?

  I took a deep breath and walked into the dining room where Michael sat with his food untouched. I walked up to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He stroked my hand for a second before moving it away from him.

  “We need to talk.” He wouldn’t look at me and the pit in my stomach got deeper. I squeezed my hands together as I walked around the dining room table and sat across from him. The smiling young man I was used to seeing was no where around.

  “Is this because I don’t want to have sex with you in broad daylight?” I could see no way to get to the heart of what was wrong with him without being blunt. I had thought when I’d drawn that particular line in the sand that he understood that we couldn’t carry on during the day like we had every right to sleep with each other.

  “No actually, that’s not what I want to talk about. As much as I’d like to have you right now, I know that I can’t. There is something else that we need to discuss.”

  “And what is that?” My hands twisted in my lap as I waited for what he was going to say. I hoped against hope that he wouldn’t make further demands on me and ask me to give him more than I
was capable of. Over the past two weeks he’d shown no sign of growing tired of me. It was the opposite, in fact. Each encounter was more passionate than the last, and he left me at dawn each day with growing reluctance. There was something in his eyes when he looked at me that sent alarm bells through me. It was deeper than mere lust and match what was growing inside me. It was an emotion that I refused to name, because all this could ever be was an infatuation, and that was all I was seeing in his eyes. It couldn’t be anything more than that.

  “I will be finished with the shed today, and there is no more reason for me to be here. I’m going to have to look for work elsewhere. We can have the same arrangement at night, but my days will no longer be spent here.”

  I didn’t know quite what to say. Obviously I’d been in some sort of idyllic dream world, thinking that he would always be working on the shed. We still had our nights together, but an ugly shard of fear went through me. What if he was somewhere else, and he met someone else? I had no right to call him mine, and I’d told him that when this had started that I couldn’t be his girl. What if he realized this affair was going nowhere and he found someone else? What if I had to go back to my lonely and neglected life?

  “I could find something else for you to do?” Surely there was some sort of maintenance job I could find for him here, something he could do so that he would be away from me. “Earl may be stingy with his time, but he is generous with his money.”

  Earl believe that throwing money at a problem would make it go away, and for once I was grateful for it. I could keep Michael with me during the day, that way he wouldn’t be tempted by someone younger and prettier the way my husband had been.