Chapter 10

Robert's tone had been less curt than usual. One might have even called it politely condescending. She explained that therew was something very important she had to see him about and by no means was it about the divorce.

On the contrary, there were a few thing she had changed her mind about. When Robert heard that he immediately agreed to see her.

The following day she pulled up in a cab in front of his apartment in the city and the door man announced her presence over the intercom.

Her dress was flowered and short and very cool looking. She wore a pair of white heels and her tan shone nicely about her stately frame. Her hair was pushed up on her head and gave her a regal appearance. Her white eye shadow and lipstick provided the slightest hint of seductiveness.

She walked confidandy from the elevator and pressed the button to his pad. She was sure of herself and knew exactly what she would say. When Robert opened the door and she caught her first glimpse of him in almost a year, her stance was shaken and her assurance drained from her body.

"Jean, you look positively ravishing."

"Hello, Robert, how are you."

"Fine, come in, come in."

She entered and he closed the door. He turned and couldn't resist planting a goodnatured kiss on her cheek. He showed her into the living room and tried to make her feel at home to rid her of her nervousness. "Can I get you something?"

"Coffee would be nice."

She saw him amble into the kitchen. He looked well, she thought. Perhaps he had lost a little weight in the intervening year, and his hair looked a little thinner, but there was something different in his mannerisms-more relaxed and less tension filled, as if he had come to terms with himself and had found peace.

She lit a cigarette and looked around the apartment. It was nicely furnished, Robert had always had the best taste, but just a little unkempt. There were no signs that anyone lived here but himself, no evidence of a woman's touch as the thick dust marring the moldings clearly indicated.

He came back into the room and congenially handed her the cup of coffee. She took a sip and then a drag of her cigarette before speaking.

"How's the coffee?"

"It's fine."

"The last time we spoke you seemed a bit upset."

"Yes, I have a few things I have to tell you."

She decided to begin at the beginning. She said things had been difficult for her and David after their seperation. Not financially, but their emotional stability had been shaken and they had drifted from one another.

"When I see David," he said, "he tells me things are just fine."

"He probably just doesn't want to worry you."

"How is he?"

"He didn't come home last night. I'm a little worried."

"Why not?"

"It's a long story."

She told him how she had been bothered by demons in her sleep and she had been on the verge of a nervous breakdown. She told him about the little venture she had undertaken with Laura and that raised her husband's eyebrows.

"Jean, I never figured you for the type."

"I wasn't acting normally. There was something on my mind I was trying to forget."

"Like what?"

Here she hesitated to speak. It suddenly dawned on her that she wasn't here to talk expressly about David at all. There was another motive for her being here. She realized that she had missed her husband more than she thought, irregards his brutish actions that had broke them apart.

Now that she knew this she was afraid to tell him about Ronnie for fear that it would anger him. She took a deep breath and decided to throw caution to the wind. This was no time to act girlish.

She cleared her throat and the words flew out her mouth like she was possessed:

I had seduced a teenage friend of David's. It wasn't his fault, or mine either for that matter. But since I'm older I'm to blame. I thought if I met someone I liked I could forget the boy and what I had done."

Robert's hands were clasped together as if in prayer and the covered his mouth. He looked at her from underneath his coma of hair and his brown eyes were hard. For a long moment he kept this position and before he spoke she could see his hard stare melt into one of understanding. "Jean, you're so childiish when it comes to matters of sex. That's why you find yourself doing something crazy like seducing a boy. If you would admit your feelings right off the bat you wouldn't be prone to desperate actions."

His understanding was flabbergasting. She wondered what had happened to his blond flame, if she had left him or vice-versa.

"You're so right, Robert. That's why my dreams were tormenting me. When I slept all my hidden desire rose to the surface."

"But that's not what you came to tell me about, is it."

She swallowed hard and prepared for the event that would either break her or heal her wound. Her thoughts flashed to the time she had comforted him in his moment of need and she prayed his reaction would not be vengeful.

"David caught us together last night in the house. It broke his heart, needless to say. But I'm worried about his head. He was confused and very shaken when he left the house."

"You mean that after you had seduced the boy and went with that doctor on his yacht you went back to him?"

"Yes, Robert."

"Why?"

She searched her head for the answer. "I guess I couldn't control myself."

"Do you love him."

"I know now I don't. For a while I thought I did. There waw something attractive about his youth. And it made me feel good to know that I was wanted, you know, sexually I mean."

The admission made her blush.

"But Jean, to involve David ... Couldn't you at least have gone to a hotel?"

"We tried that. But then we got to..I guess you would say confident and lost in one another. And then last night he had me smoke some of his pot and I really lost control. We thought David was gone for the evening."

Her husband got up and went to the liquor cabinet. He poured himself a stiff one that made his eyes tear. She could see that he was moved from her candor but as yet she couldn't tell if it was a positive or negative response.

"I must tell you, Jean, I'm impressed at your brazeness. I never thought you capable of it. It intrigues me to think of you at a singles bar and seducing a young boy. If you had been that open-minded when it came to me I doubt whether we ever would've broken up."

"May I ask a question?"

"Certainly, go ahead."

"Eh, what happened to your girlfriend?"

"Her husband found out about her. It seems that your detective friend thought he could make himself an extra buck by offering him his services."

"But that was a year ago."

"I know." , "Do you mean you've keen alone all this while?"

"Not totally alone. But I've been taking my time getting my head together to decide what I really want to do."

She looked at his thin appearance and the thin locks on his head. Was it possible that he felt a pang of conscience for his mistreatment of her? She threw all her cards on the table.

"Do you think we both made a mistake, Robert?"

He hesitated before speaking. "I need certain things from a woman. I'm ashamed to admit it but she has to satisfy me in bed. I could be a one woman man if she cared enough about me to cool my urges."

Ordinarily that type of banter would have set her off on a dialogue of women's rights. But the knowledge of her own impulsiveness eased her vengeful edge and she accepted it. If she was a victim of desire why shouldn't he be allowed the same weakness?

"I sure did make a mess of things, didn't I?"

He put down his glass and came over to her. He raised her up off the couch and kissed her like in the old days. Her head swooned with the memories of the deserted island and their second honeymoon. She melted in his arms in blessed relief of his compassion in her moment of need.

They broke their embrace and looked one another in the eye.

"This is a little impulsive but I have a suggestion to make," he said. "Why don't we try a few nights out and maybe we can see how we still feel about one another."

Inside her heart exploded like a fourth of July festival. She tried to hide her pleasure a little so as to not to give him the impression that she expected miracles. After all, they had been away from each other for a year. But the gleam in her eye gave her away and the nervousness she had experienced upon seeing him was replaced with a warm, secure glow.

He read her pleased expression and kissed her again. This time his embrace crushed her to him and he dropped a hand onto ther ass.

They broke their loving hug and settled onto the couch.

"I'd be more than willing to give it a try, Robert. I'm glad you feel that way."

"What about your divorce suit."

"I'll tell him I had a change of heart," she conceded.

Her relief at his understanding was transforming into a warm love. She felt that familiar tingle in her clitoris surge through her loins and settle on her nipples in a wave of excitement.

He grabbed her breast as if to test her submissiveness to his advances that she had once thought mean and brutish. She let him feel her breast and took his other hand and placed it on her other one. Her eyes were half-closed and begging for more.

"You've certainly changed, Jean, and the difference is both startling and wonderful."

The picture that the detective had given her which showed him and his lover in passionate in embrace rose in her head. For a moment it hung there. Then she could see the woman in the photo change into herself.

With both of his hands on her breast she reached down and felt for his cock in his trousers. She found it and fondled it and he took his hand and helped her clasp it harder.

"I still love you, Robert."

The words came out of her mouth without ordering them. Her feelings laid themeselves bare and she was proud of them and not ashamed. She hoped his flame for her was still alive and merely in need of refueling.

"Come on, let's go into the bedroom," he said as if testing her.

"All right."

They rose from the couch and walked into the room arm in arm. They undressed in silence. He stood by the bed and watched her well-tanned frame approach him. She molded into his arms. She nuzzled her head into his hairy chest.

He sat down on the bed and she acted instinctively. She knelt and took his cock in her hands and kissed it while reveling in its manly scent. She rubbed her face in it and clasped her breasts around it.

Robert watched her performance. Was this the same woman who had cried like a little girl over his amorous handling of her a year ago? She seemed to have undergone an education in the art of love. The talent surely became her. She was always a beautiful woman capable of turning any man on. It was just that her morals had been out-dated and like she had just discovered about herself he had needs that craved fulfilment.

His cock raised to full erection as she rubbed his penis in her cleavage and sucked on the tip with her luscious tongue. She took his prick from her breasts and engulfed the entire member down her throat.

"Keep it up, Jean, that's great."

His exhortation spurred her on and she delved on his cock with renewed vigor. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock and gently squeezed his balls to arouse him to fever pitch. "I like that doll face, I like that very much."

She removed from his cock and laid him on the bed and he moved to the center of the bed. Then she did something unbelievable for her, thought Robert. She jumped on his prick and lay on top of him and slapped her ass up and down on his flanks.

He was duly impressed. He pushed his ass up to push his cock into her as far as it would go. She reacted by jamming down to engulf it. She was panting like a dog in heat. Her face was covered in an expression he had never seen her in. It sure looked good on her.

Then she did something else he found surprising. She cupped her tits with her hands and stuck both nipples in the direction of his face. He took them both into his mouth and sucked them as hard as he could.

She took to his mouthing caresses immediately and tried to shove them in further to which he reacted by biting them a bit.

"Oh, oh, yes, oh, that's good, real good."

He grabbed her ass with his hands and forced her down on his hard tool. Then he squeezed them roguishly and dug his nails into her tender meat. She was plopping on him with great force and he sucked a nipple till it was white from the action.

"I'm coming, oh, aaaaaaaa."

And she collapsed for a second on top of him. Now would come the deciding factor. Normally Jean was good for one spasm before she gave up and then settled off into sleep. But instead of her rolling over and passing out, she recovered and rushed to his hard cock and began sucking it again.

She held his prick in her mouth and jerked the member with a free hand while the other fondled his balls. It amazed him that she had no compunction about licking her own juices which painted his cock. She was purring like a contented cat while her tongue played with the tip and she bared her teeth.

"Lie down," he ordered her, " and spread your legs and raise them above your head."

She complied instantly. On her back she spread her legs and held them up with her hands. This gave him an excellent view of her beautiful cunt. Her bloated clit peeked out at him above her red lips.

"Eat me, darling, won't you?" Her heated request broke the back of his control and he dived onto her gaping pussy. He pushed his nose into her muff and smelled her lovely dew. Then he eagerly lapped her delicious juice and clamped his tongue on her clit.

When he did that she bucked into him and he held her down with his strong hands. He held her legs and reached around so that his hands could spread her lips wide and leave her clit dangling.

She was bolted into position and couldn't move. He flicked his tongue on his swollen clit very gingerly with a long time between strikes. She tried to icrease his actions by pushing into his face but his hold upon her was too tight.

The more he teased it and compounded by the fact that she couldn't move, the more she begged him for it. She was flamming hot from being titillated and denied orgasm. The feeling made her more loving and frenzied at the same time.

When he felt the moment favorable he let her loose and jumped his full weight on top of her. She grabbed his back and glued him to her. His first thrust penetrated her all the way to the hilt.

"Ohhhhhhhh," was all she could muster.

He lifted up and down and she felt his balls smack against her lips as his sturdy shaft banged in her womb. Though she hadn't come for the second time as yet, lying there in that position with her husband back in her arms making passionate love to her was a climax unto itself.

Robert was panting and sweating and getting ready to dump his load into her. He pummeled her with great strokes and she spread her legs wide to give him freer play.

Her hands dug into his back and her nails clawed his flest and she felt his blood on her fingertips. She felt the first spark of orgasm well-up within her. Robert's taught back muscles keyed her to the fact that he was also coming.

The wave of passion hit both of them at the same instant. She held him close to feel his rod all the way in her while the wave swept over her. She felt his palpitating cock spurt its power into her eagerly awaiting womb.

When they were finished they collapsed at each other's side. His hand was on her breast and hers on his satisfied dick while they dozed for a second with their faces nuzzled close to one another. She was the first to speak.

"That was wonderful."

She eagerly waited his reply. "Couldn't ask for anything better than that."

"Does that mean you liked it?"

She kept her hand by his dick and continued fondling it as if she intended to raise it back to life once againn.

"That's what it means," came his pert reply.

She settled on to his shoulder with her hand still manipulating his cock. So be it. If this was the way the game was played she could compete with anybody. Her success had quenched her guilt. Sex was a means to an end.

He nuzzled closer and softly pecked at her lobe. He planted sweet kisses on her face while she refused to let go of his member. He pulled her body close and kissed her hard on the lips.

"Who's going to tell David the good news," he said.

She couldn't answer because she was grinning from ear to ear. It was a smile mixed with victory and relief. She had been challenged at the game of love and somehow emerged still intact and the winner after all.

She tried to imagine the photo of him and the lover but it wouldn't materialize. The picture in her head was just of Jean and her husband in a loving kiss, both their eyes closed from the reverie of love.

Jean took the hot toast that popped out of the toaster and caught them in mid-air. She had become quite nimble these days and sure of herself. Her long strides as she carried breakfast into the dining room belied her confidence.

"Good morning, mother. You look fine today."

David's pleasing attitude struck a loving note through her vibrant body. It made her tingle a little and even made her feel a little sexy. She felt her nipples tweak a bit under her nightgown.

"Thank you, darling. Here, eat your breakfast or you'll be late."

He grabbed a fried egg and a few pancakes and smothered everything in syrup. He ate in huge, hungy gulps and eyed the radiant form of his beautiful mother.

Robert came to the table.

"Hello, doll. You look great, as usual."

Actually it had just been lately, ever since they had gotten together back as a family. It was sweet to once again cherish what they had once again taken for granted.

The memories of the past year had receded into the distance during these few weeks. They had realized their need for the others and life came to them easy now.

Even the worst of catastrophes did little to upset them. Her affair had become public knowledge as her young lover couldn't resist the temptation to boast about his victory and her sordid affair.

It seemed each had given in just a little to make a go of things. They had come to her aid in her time of need and it tickled her to think they needed her that much.

She had responded by treating them as royal guests in her home. That was how they made her feel-that this was her home and without her they had nothing, nowhere to go and get that same feeling.

Robert hungrily mouthed her succulent breakfast that was spiced with her fragrant love.

"Why don't you meet me for lunch this afternoon, Jean. We'll go to Barrens. Would you like that?"

Robert had surprised her more than once since they found one another again. He had showered her with gifts. His manner had been that of a perfect gentleman in every way.

He had confessed to her a severe problem. When he was involved in his sordid affair he had done strange things. The woman was kinky freak and had encouraged him to whip her.

The passions had frightened him but he couldn't resist. Jean had to admit that some of the things he mentioned aroused her curiosity.

Many things she had once felt mean and brutish were seeming less so.

"I don't know, Robert. I mean, I'd really love to, but you know, I've got so may things to do around here I just...."

"But take the time today, Jean. Just this once."

It was nice to here him beg like that. She had always done the begging and attempted to get on his better side. Somehow her power was no longer being taken for granted by her two men.

"Yeah, mom. Why don't you take a little break. You deserve it."

And David too, so considerate these days. Pulling chairs out for her and massaging her back. Seducing his friend had raised her in his eyes in some mysterious way.

It seemed like he no longer thought of her as a mother, but as a woman, with her own needs and wants and the ability to make them happen when she had the mind to.

And Robert. He treated her not as a wife but with the tenderness of a lover. Her love making had been torrid and passionate as her sexual knowledge had grown.

She found herself flaunting her new found power. She had been brought to the ddepths of despair by a cheating husband who mauled her in bed only to emerge the victor.

She had won Robert back not because he pitied her or feared for David's welfare. But mostly because he had been attracted to her charms that he had no idea had ever existed.

When they made love now she groped at his cock with a passion. She never let it loose from her grip for a moment. Her body always touched it in some way.

She learned that the best way to keep him honest was to make sure he didn't have a drop left for anyone else. This she soon learned was fairly easy, as Robert had nowhere near the staying power of her young lover. "Listen. I'd like to very much, but I can't.

"Why," they chimed at once, eager to know.

"Because I have to keep things spanking for the both of you," and she winked with a twinkle in her eye.

She bedeviled them with her new style. They were so taken in the trance of it that they allowed any liberties. That's why she stalked about the house with just her nightgown on.

She began clearing the dishes. They never questioned her again about the luch date. As a test, she bent a bit over the table to let her heavy breasts bounce in their cradle.

She din't have to look. She felt their stares on her sweet curvy bosom. Always her conscience had bothered her about using her charms. Free from that guilt she stretched her new powers to see what she was capable of.

"Some other time, Robert. I'll take a rain check."

"Sorry you're not going," David jumped up. "I have to get going now."

He planted a nice, wet kiss on the side of her cheek and follwed it with another short peck. They were always trying to butter her up and she loved it. She was radiant and inspired.

She took a deep, refreshing gulp of the sweet breakfast air and floated back into the kitchen. She heard the front door close and the door behind her swing open.

A pair of hands placed themselves on her fluffy breasts. They came by way of the bottom of her long gown. Her tender ass felt the air on the exposed flesh.

Robert tenderly stroked her breasts as his clean shaven face nuzzled into her neck and he nibbled her flesh. Her nipples were hot and sprung into shape.

She pressed her bare ass into his groin. He raised his arms and lifted her flannel gown clear off her. She stood there hot and nude while he was fully clothed.

She turned around and her caught her breast in her mouth and sucked the hard nipple. She cupped her breast to place firmly there and watched his tongue play with the tip.

She raised the other breast to his face and his tongue strained for its hot nipple. He sucked it into his mouth with a plop and Jean let out a passionate hush.

"Ohhhh."

He increased his efforts and groped for her cunt while his mouth remained on her hard nipple. She spread her legs to let him probe his fingers along the lips.

Her cunt gaped open at his touch. He took his mouth off her breast and she sucked his tongue in her mouth. She made for his cock while his hand played with her clit.

She unzipped the fly and his half-hard cock flew out of his pants. She fondled it in her cool hand. The blood gorged into his cock and it stiffened to full size.

She pulled at jerked at the hard prick while they kissed with their tongues deep down each other's throats. His hand fondled her breast and the other worked her cunt.

She bent low on her knees and pushed the hard tool between her lips. Her soft tongue played with the sensitive underbelly. He grabbed her long hair.

With both hands on her boboing head he tried to force his cock down her throat. Jean had become used to this kind of attack and mashed her hands into his pelvis.

This propped his dick out to the max and made him stop fucking her in the face. She found that if she sucked on his long cock like made he forgot the pumping motion.

Then she could concentrate on loving his dick in her mouth. Her titillations were so satisfying that it straightened him up. He stood still at let her work.

And she sucked his cock to her hearts content. She bobbed her head up and down the hard shaft. The air whistled through his teeth and she sucked harder.

She learned that she could keep a man at bay by being more agressive than him. In their old love-making bouts she had been too docile and this made him dominate.

Her new approach was to grab the upper hand first. This way she called the shots though it looked to him that he was being very macho. She sucked harder.

His eyes were closed. She liked to shoot a glance at his pleasure racked face. This spurred her to further his pleasure and thereby gain a greater hold over him.

His cock was hard as a pole and she jerked it with her hand and rubbed her spit over the tool. She kissed the tip with her mouth and teased his cock.

He was mad with passion. She controlled him by clutching his dick real hard. She lay on the kitchen floor. He followed her because of her hold on his cock.

She spread her legs wide and gave him a good look at her obscene pose. He wanted to fuck her badly. Her tactic was to delay his entry to complete her control.

Slowly she guided his cock into her cunt. He bent on his knees. She could tell he was about to begin powerful thrusts. She beat him to the punch.

She snapped her cunt walls on his dick when it was fully up her gash. This maneuver stayed his driving motion and he held still. She pressed him close to her.

Then she began a crazy bucking motion underneath him. Her cunt seemed to swallow his cock. He let her run the show because the bolts of pleasure left him numb.

She held him close to her and rubbed her breasts into his chest. She was determined to suck the come out of his cock with her snapping cunt. Robert was totally in her control.

Now, with her stately and weighty body, she turned him over on his back. She caught him unawares. He had just been about to start a fearful pumping motion.

She was a slick technician in the art of love. His ass plopped on the linoleum floor. She straightened herself up on his cock and mashed her cunt into him.

With her hands holding his chest down she pressed her pussy into his throbbing tool. He was powerless to move because his pleasure was so intense and she felt good.

She plopped up and down on his cock with all her weight. She flet the tip of his prick threaten to dislodge from her snapping cunt.

So she would engulf his entire cock to the balls with a powerful downward motion of her body that made her big tits bounce.

Robert tried to raise his head to suck her hard, hot nipples but her motions were too frantic. She mashed his balls on her ass.

She found that the more sexually bold she was the more it cooled Robert's urge to maul her body with his superior strength.

She kept his cock well-fucked and properly aroused so that his notions of debasing her had no time to take root.

She had been able to keep his cock out of her asshole by driving him wild with her mouth and cunt that never seemed to have enough.

As long as David wasn't around she took pleasure in stroking his dick to both of their content. Sometimes he had to pull her off him.

That had never happened before in all the years they were married. Robert was always the horny one and seeking her attention.

She had turned the table around on him.

Now he wasn't sure that he could satisfy all her wanton desires. She was hotter than him.

Her lustiness had become a tool that she used instead of it using her. The last few weeks she had practically intimidated her husband sexually.

And of course, he was more than willing to play it to the hilt. He figured that she needed him and was trying to make him very happy.

Actually her love for him had died a lot in the intervening year. She felt in her heart that this was now a business transaction.

Why should she suffer just because she didin't fully love the man. When she had he treated her like dirt. This was a better alternative.

So she fucked the shit out of him and left him no time for relaxation. Being that he had accused her of being a bad lay there was nothing he could say.

He had been trapped by his own words. Now if her showed signs of being spent it made him look like the culprit, not her.

So she rode his dick with a tremendous fury. She cupped her tits in front of his heated eyes to titillate him into a greater passion.

Robert had nowhere to go under her weighty frame and he took her blows of pleasure on his cock with clean satisfaction thinking he was in control.

That was another thing she had learned. Make him think he was the boss while all the time it was she calling the shots.

She mashed on his dick with a powerful fury. She wanted to drain every last drop of come from his hard tool. She bucked like a horse.

He tried holding her hour-glass waist to direct her movements. So she bent her head onto his chest so her ass slapped on his dick.

Now she raised her ass and pumped his dick like a mad woman. Her face was flushed and she felt the throes of orgasm pulsing through her.

Whack after whack of her meaty ass gobbled his cock into her tender gash. Her tits were hot and the hard nipples brushed his hairy chest.

He was about to blow his load. She stood up again and his cock banged in her womb. She came in a long vibration.

"Aaaaaaa...."

Her voice croaked and died out.

Now she lifted off his tool in a quick motion. She was entirely" in control amd everything felt so good he didn't resist.

She gobbled his cock in her mouth to the balls and drew on it with a tremendous sucking motion that would pull out the last drop of come.

Her hand squeezed his balls and she felt them tighten. She jerked his cock with her mouth firmly clamped on the mushroom tip of his staunch dick.

She turned about so her could watch the show. She brushed her hair off her face so he could see her working on his cock like crazy.

She felt the first spurt of come before she tasted it. Then the bitter-sweet goo splashed on her tongue and caught on the roof of her mouth.

She parted her lips so the come would drip out the sides of her succulent mouth. He got a good look at her loving his come.

Her pretty, red-painted fingernails were covered in scum and she played with it while stroking his dick. She was surprised at the amount.

She had fucked him silly the night before at least three times. If he was so damned macho he could stand it. Of course, he couldn't say no.

He had made a big deal about her prudish attitudes she once had held about sex. Now she called his bluff whenever she had the chance.

Sometimes she knew he was completely spent after hours of love-making and would play with his limp cock with a frown on her face.

She did it to purposely make him feel like he was the one who had come up short. He was the one who couldn't cool her passion.

She made a big show of gobbling his come and playing with his softening dick. It made him feel the master and put him off guard.

She was the boss and she knew it. Secretly he knew it too but hismacho disposition would never own up to it. Deep down he knew though.

"How was that?"

"Just great, babe."

"Best you ever had?"

"Almost."

He was a fucken liar but she didn't give a shit. She looked at his frazzled dick and cleaned it with a dish towel. It was dead.

Let him try fucking around on her now with his spent dick. If he could get it up for a whore, God bless him. But that cock was finished for a while.

She pulled him up and dressed him like a little boy. She put his dick back in his pants and patted it like a mother very neatly.

He was red in the face and still sweating so she mopped his brow. She found his attache case and gave it to him at the door with a big kiss.

"Miss me?" she said. "I sure will, darling."

She had a hand on his ass as he left. This was to remind him where to go after he got out of work. If he could find a better lover than her.

She doubted it. She was a passionate woman these days. She found something she never knew. That a woman could come countless times.

A man was definitely her inferior. She watched her husbands sexual appetites like a hawk, checking his load each time he came.

Sometimes he would be so fucked out that the come would dribble out of his dick. She would make him feel bad about it.

She made believe she loved eating his come and when his load was weak and short she nade him feel as if he had done her a disservice.

Sometimes she felt bad leading him around by his cock like that. But it was the best way of stopping a charging bull who thought he was DonJuan.

All you had to do was step out of the way and stick your foot out and he fell from the force of his own head of steam. Why fight?

The separation was probably the best thing that had ever happened to her. She had become confidant of her sex and dying to use it.

But she was no little school girl seducing everything that came into sight. She picked her spots carefully sizing up her men before commanding them.

She would play the seductive role only when she was sure that the man was of her type and disposition and promised her his complete devotion.

Devotion in the sense that he would turn her on to his lifestyle and arrange her in his habits of living. She went after cultured men.

She had taken to going out in the day by herself without her girlfriend. The rotten experience on the yacht with the horny doctor had turned her off to her.

She felt now that there was nothing anyone could teach her. She was perfectly capable of landing her own men and in her own way.

Robert had a decent job but the money could be better. Therefore, she had concentrated on men who could give her more of life's pleasures than she could afford.

And never once had she been caught in a situation like with that doctor who had picked her up in the bar. In fact she never went to bars.

One afternoon she went to the museum. A handsome mai. was eyeing an abstract painting that Jean couldn't make head or tail out of. She politely questioned him.

"What is that supposed to be?"

"Oh, it's an expression of feeling."

"I like paintings that show a scene, like something real."

"Well, this is real. It's an expression of a state of mind."

"How so?"

"Well, the artist is trying to relay a feeling of sensual excitement."

"How interesting."

And because Robert was so well-fucked he wasn't the least bit suspicious. Her new lover, Alan, was a suave man and alwav a gentleman.

She had really gotten back with Robert because of David. Her horniness had driven her to an extreme with her young lover. It was for her son she got back.

But he would be on his own soon and it was time for her to satisfy her own needs and demands. She was looking for someone she could love like she had once loved her husband.

She dressed in the mirror and checked her make-up. She wore it attractively and not seductively like a tramp. She looked distinguished.

Alan was to pick her up at twelve. They were going to an exhibit in Conneticut. She would be back in plenty of time for her boys.

She looked at the confidant woman that stred back at her in the full-length mirror. Her large breasts heaved in her pretty silk, yellow blouse.