Man of the House: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Sarah Rowling

  “Have you been in the sauna as well?” asked Olivia finding a seat next to Ethan.

  “No, no, not yet; actually I think I’ve had a little too much heat and may have to step outside.”

  “Be careful daddy, we don’t want you to tire yourself out.”

  “Oh, don’t worry princess, I’m just a little flustered that’s all.” And after he leaned over to give Olivia a quick kiss he stood up and left the room.

  “It’s good you and your father get on so well.” said Olivia as she shuffled closer to Madison.

  “Yes, we’ve become really close; I’m really going to miss him when I leave.”

  “Well, we’re not far away, I’m sure we can pop down whenever you want.”

  I will want that quite a lot thought Madison as she felt her mother take her hand and give it a squeeze.

  “Oh, I’m sure you two love birds will be too busy enjoying having the house to yourselves.”

  “Madison, whatever do you mean?” joked her mother.

  “Well, I saw what you had in your basket at Victoria Secret. Plus my headphone can only cancel out so much noise.”

  Olivia laughed, she was a little shocked by what Madison said, but she couldn’t help agreeing that having the house to themselves would be good as Ethan did seem much more frisky than usual.

  * * *

  Later that evening, after they had all enjoyed a lovely three course meal, Olivia excused herself. Her excuse was that she was a little tired, but Ethan, and Madison, knew that she was going upstairs to change into something more seductive.

  “See you up there soon darling.” She said as she bent to give him a kiss. “Goodnight Madison.” She added as she turned to leave the dining room.

  When Olivia was clearly gone Madison moved her chair a little closer to her step-father and her hand moved onto his thigh.

  In response, Ethan couldn’t help but do the same thing and traced his hand along the soft thigh of his stepdaughter.

  “It looks like someone is getting lucky tonight.” She smiled and then moved her hand over Ethan’s cock. “I wish it was me daddy.”

  “Princess we will make some time tomorrow, or failing that I’m taking a half day on Wednesday. We can have the whole morning together.”

  Madison kept on rubbing his cock through his pants as she parted her thighs a little more allowing Ethan’s fingers to touch her naked pussy.

  “Madison,” Ethan whispered, “where are your panties?”

  Madison took her hand away from his cock and opened her small purse that was hung over the side of her chair. Ethan watched as she took out a tiny pair of panties that had been squashed into a ball.

  She then put them into Ethan’s trouser pocket, making sure to stretch her finger out and touch his cock.

  “Oh!” said Ethan as he began to delicately touch Madison’s clit.

  “Daddy,” said Madison, a slight quickening to her speech, “What happens when I go to college?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, I’ll still need my daddy’s cock won’t I?”

  “Well, yes, I think you will.” How can I disagree when you’re rubbing it right now thought Ethan?

  “And what will you need daddy.” Asked Madison moving a little closer to him; desperate for him to push his fingers further into her now soaking cunt.

  “I… I… will still need to taste my princess’ sweet pussy.” With that Ethan squeezed Madison’s clit and a little moan of pleasure couldn’t be stopped escaping from her mouth.

  Both of them looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but luckily everyone else in the dining room seemed to be deep in conversation or too busy enjoying their food.

  Ethan then took his wet fingers from Madison’s pussy and raised them to his own lips. He sucked of her sticky cream and smiled like the proverbial cat.

  “I don’t think I could ever give up this.” He smiled.

  Madison always keen to shock her stepfather, then ran her own finger up her pussy and brought her finger to his lips. Ethan quickly tasted his stepdaughter again, his eyes locked into hers.

  For a moment neither spoke as Madison pulled her fingers away. The little restaurant just seemed to fade into the background as the love and the lust between the two of them was so clear in each of their eyes.

  Then Madison broke the spell by turning her eyes away and slowly the room seemed to come back into focus again.

  “You know someone is waiting for you upstairs?”

  “Yes I know, but I may have to wait a few minutes and not think about you before I can politely leave the room.” Ethan laughed.

  Madison took a quick feel under the table and touched for the last time that night, her father’s hard cock.

  “Then I better go and get ready for bed myself, daddy.” She smiled and started up from the table before adding. “Make some noise for me.”

  Madison then stood behind her stepfather and kissed him gently on the top of his head.

  “I love you daddy.”

  “And I love you too princess.”

  The End of the Story

  Thank you so much for reading…

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  Book 51: Ana Takes it All

  Copyright © 2015 All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter One

  “Ana, have you got those files ready?” asked Mark, the head attorney for the firm I worked for. I gathered the files together and walked into his office, confident in the knowledge I was bringing with me and happy with my job. It was better than sitting at home all day trying to find ways to fill my time.

  My husband Scott and I have been married for two years now and we still have no children. Our lives just aren’t at that point yet and lately, well lately we simply hadn’t had enough sex to make a baby, even if we wanted to have one.

  No, for the most part our life together has been wonderful, but we both simply work too much. Scott is a drug representative for a major drug manufacturer and is a leader in his field at 30 years old.

  But we hardly see each other because he’s always flying around the country.

  That part makes me sad, spending so much time alone in the house we bought a year ago. At 28 I was still young enough to want some wildness in my life, but Scott was usually too tired when he came home to want to attend parties or go to a bar.

  Dismissing my own thoughts I refocused on the meeting we had with a potential business client in a bit of a tangle over property rights.

  Our firm wanted to snag this client and I needed to be on my toes. Putting thoughts of my home life away, I held my hand out to the woman sitting across from me and smiled at my boss. I was ready to go.

  * * *

  I drove into my driveway later that evening and looked up at my beautiful house at the end of a cul de sac. A two story dark blue Victorian-style structure my home has a wide front porch, that gingerbread detailing that I love, a hot-tub in the back, and a fence around the yard for a modicum of privacy.

  A gate on each side led to the neighbors’ yards, but for the last six months the house to the right had been empty. Today I saw a moving van and realized we were getting new neighbors.

  That could be a good thing!

  Getting out of my brand new car I went into the house, picking up the mail from the mailbox at the side of the front door, and went into the kitchen.

  Pretending to check the mail I stared through the window at the woman and two men moving furniture into the house.

  The woman was cute, definitely cute, bu
t the two men were older men with beer-guts.

  Not attractive.

  I watched for a while and then started to prepare myself some dinner. I was far enough away that I couldn’t get details about the woman, her eye color remained a mystery for instance, but she looked to be about my height, five foot nine inches, with a luscious body.

  I wondered if her boobs were real or not, though, as they didn’t seem to match her lithe frame, but looked really nice in the tight long-sleeved pink shirt she had on.

  She was blond and looked to be about my age, maybe a few years younger, with an easy smile that made her even more beautiful.

  I finished my meal, washed up my dishes, and went out for a run, disappointed when I didn’t see the woman when I left or when I came back.

  There was plenty of time for a meeting. For now it was time to call my husband and see how his day had been.

  And tell him about our new neighbor.

  I set up my laptop on the bed tray stand and went to the bathroom to make myself look less like a sweaty slob that had been out running.

  Going back in I started the program we used and waited on my husband to respond to my video call request.

  He soon accepted and I was staring at two screens, one of him and one with me in it.

  I’m not bad looking, even if I say so myself. Dark brown eyes went well with my dark brown hair and my face was symmetrical, beautiful Scott called me, but I don’t have so much conceit that I’d call myself that. Pretty maybe, or cute, even.

  The only thing I was conceited about was my breasts. I grew a rather fine pair all by myself. I kept myself in shape and my breasts were still full and perky.

  I’d put on Scott’s favorite nightgown or me to wear and arranged myself on the bed just as he answered my call.

  “Mmm, there’s my beautiful wife. How’s Memphis tonight darling?” My husband asked in his knee-melting southern drawl. I was from Ohio and loved the accent Tennessee had to offer the world.

  We met while attending the same university and I’d never looked at another man since. Well, not seriously anyway, some people are just naturally attractive, but Scott beat them all.

  I put on a fake drawl and gave him a simpering smile. “Why, we’re just fine down here Darlin’ and how are you on this rather warm evening?”

  Scott chuckled and smiled back at me, wrapped only in a towel with his hard abdomen on display. My husband’s blond hair was immaculately cut to flatter his face and his gray eyes were always smiling back at me.

  “We’re fine in San Diego today my lovely. I see you have on my favorite nightgown. Have some plans for later, do you?”

  “Well, don’t tell my husband, but I’m meeting this man online. He likes to talk dirty to me while I finger myself.” I said with a grin.

  “Oh, that’s one lucky man to get to watch that happen. I sure wish I could be your husband and slide up behind you right now. You wouldn’t have that silk on for long. Or maybe you would and it would just be bunched up in my fist while I drove into you from behind.” Scott said, ending with a moan.

  We’ve done this a thousand times and it never gets old. My husband would talk me into an orgasm while simultaneously stroking himself to one and we’d go to sleep, talking to each other online.

  Sometimes, like tonight, it made me really sad and even though I had an orgasm I went to sleep alone, cold, and lonely without my husband by my side.

  Chapter Two

  “Mm, it’s so good to be home!” Scott said between my desperate, happy kisses. Two more days had passed and my loneliness had grown phenomenally.

  Some months it was really bad, the months when I saw him for maybe two days out of thirty. This felt like one of those months, though it had only been a week since I’d seen my husband.

  There on our front porch, I glued my mouth to my husband’s, wanting to taste him more than I cared about ticked off neighbors.

  I let him get into the front door before I started to unbutton his shirt and pull it off of him. Then we fell on the couch lengthways and Scott’s hands started to roam, settling on my ass to pull my front up to his crotch.

  “Oh!” I said with mock surprise. “Somebody’s happy to be home!”

  Scott’s hard cock was pressing into my pubic bone so I shifted until he was settled between my thighs, the hard protrusion in his pants pressing into me snugly.

  “Damn, I’ve missed you!” Scott groaned as he pressed deeper into me.

  His hands wandered up my short nightgown, cupping a breast as he lifted the top in one smooth move to allow his mouth access to the rigid peak.

  My hips bucked and we started a rhythm that pressed Scott’s hardness into my clit and I threw my head back on the couch.

  It was so good to feel him touching me, to feel his weight over me as my body filled with pleasure. I wasn’t fucking a fantasy or a memory, my husband was really here and I needed him desperately.

  I pulled at Scott’s clothes, wanting to feel his smooth manly skin and touched every inch of him I could as his shirt finally came full off of him.

  I tasted the scented skin of his chest, felt the smooth, clear skin on his back with my hands, and ran my nails down his ass as he came back to me after removing his pants.

  I was so ready for him, the rigid flesh of his cock sank into my pussy easily, gliding in to fit around him like a glove.

  Scott fucked into me a few times, our desperation for one another making us wild as we grasped at each other, our mouths fused together in a hot tangle, but Scott pulled away, calming his ragged breath with effort.

  “What’s wrong babe? My pussy not good enough for you?” I pouted teasingly letting my legs fall open.

  “Oh, just the opposite, my love, I don’t want to come yet, I want to make you come first.” He said as he pointed to the end of the couch.

  We’d talked about this the night before, him bending me over the couch.

  It puts him at just the right height in the window that he could see out but people couldn’t tell what he was doing from the waist down.

  I’d got off hard as he urged me on with his words, but that still wasn’t as good as having him here to do it in person.

  “Just here, darling. That’s it, keep your knees locked and bend down. You ready for me?” Scott asked, holding his dick in his hand, stroking it as he looked at my tight little pussy hole.

  I looked back at him and grinned. “I’m ready for all you’ve got to give me baby.”

  Scott wasn’t massively huge, but he was rather on the long and large size. Sometimes it was too much, but we learned to adjust quickly, especially when he was incredibly aroused. Then we had to do a lot of adjusting.

  Spreading my legs a little bit more to accommodate his height I waited, my ass out, waiting for Scott to fill me.

  Scott’s hand came down, rubbing my ass cheeks, dropping a finger down to slide between my folds and into me for a moment before going back up to wrap around my waist.

  “Oh.” Scott said as if something had caught his interest. “Who’s she?”

  “Who baby?” I asked, knowing he was doing this to tease me more.

  I pushed my ass back and felt his cock sliding up between my thighs. I gripped his cock with the soft flesh and wiggled, knowing my juices were getting him wet.

  “The blond next door. Where’d she come from?” He asked as he shifted his gaze back to me. Taking his cock in hand he guided it into my waiting pussy and began fucking me with it.

  “Oh, that’s the new neighbor, I thought I told you about her. She has great tits, doesn’t she?” I asked, picturing the woman next door, the image of licking her nipples popping into my mind.

  “Yes, she does. I didn’t know you were into women.” Scott said, obviously distracted.

  “Mm, no, not usually, but she’s worth it, don’t you think?” I teased back, squeezing my internal muscles.

  Scott gasped and fucked me a little harder after that move.

  “Liked that, did you?” I ask
ed, looking back at him with a sultry look.

  “Oh yes, I also like the idea of you liking women. She is cute.” Scott said and I glanced back to see him staring out of the window.

  “I wonder if she likes women, it would be interesting to watch her sucking those beautiful tits of yours.” Scott said, his thrusts getting deeper as he spoke.

  My breath caught in my throat as I imagined large dark nipples at the end of those large pert breasts. I could almost feel them in my mouth as Scott fucked me, his fingers teasing at my clit.

  I could feel the pleasure building and the more I thought about it the more I needed something in my mouth!

  I put a knuckle between my teeth and bit down lightly as Scott’s cock going deep to my g-spot and his fingers on my clit finally drove me over the edge.

  “Scott!” I called out as the waves washed over me, spreading out from my center to make my body shake and my pussy grasp tightly at Scott.

  He groaned, trying to make the sex last longer, but he followed right behind me, giving in to his body’s demands as his load emptied deep inside of me as he gave a shout of ultimate pleasure.

  I sank onto the arm of the couch and looked back at him with a happy but suspicious look.

  “Were you watching her while you fucked me?” I asked with a goading smile.

  Scott blushed in such a handsome way, I forgave him before he’d even admitted it. “She was bending over in her garden in some kind of yoga pants, I couldn’t help it.”

  “You naughty boy!” I said, pushing off of the couch. “How are you ever going to look her in the eye when we finally meet her?”

  “I’ll find a way.” He promised, pulling me to him for a kiss. “Hello, princess.”

  “Hiya darling. I’m so glad you’re home!” I said with a loving smile. “It’s so good to have you here.”

  Chapter Three

  “So who is she?” Scott asked as he stared out of our kitchen window later that evening.