So what next? I didn’t know, but that was a problem for tomorrow. All I wanted to do now was to go to sleep.
At breakfast Ryan kept looking at me, but I didn’t react. I wasn’t in the mood for putting on a show.
“I’ve split up with Chantelle, three days ago.”
I had wondered why she hadn’t been around. He didn’t seem to be upset about it, but I was. I thought that she was the one for him. I liked her, she had brains as well as beauty.
“You should go out with an older woman, you can learn a lot from them.”
I couldn’t believe it, had I suddenly been transported to a parallel universe, one where Brad was a different person. It was what I would have liked to say, but he’d said it. And it was completely out of character. Brad never gives advice like that.
But I was thankful that he had because it gave me an opening.
“Your Father’s right, older women are more experienced,” and then, while giving him my most seductive smile, I added, “They’re a LOT more experienced.”
He took his time before replying, and when he did, it was while locking eyes with me.
“I might just do that.”
That sent shivers down my spine. From the look that he gave me I knew that it was really a yes, And that the older woman would be me!
That night, Brad surprised me again. This time by his actions rather than his words. As soon as we were in bed together his hand was reaching for my breast. I moaned when it found the nipple. Then his mouth was on the other one, sucking long and hard, like a hungry baby. This was good, but when I felt his hand on my thigh I shuddered, because I knew that it was going to get even better.
My pussy was ready, so his two fingers easily entered me. When they were fully in he rotated them, that made me gasp.
“I know that I’ve been neglecting you, I will do my …”
I didn’t let him finish, I cut him off with, “Don’t talk, fuck me,” and then, just to make sure that I would get what I needed, I said more.
“And do it hard.”
When he forcibly pushed me onto my back I didn’t complain, I just opened my legs for him. And when he roughly raised my legs high into the air, too high for a woman of my age, I didn’t mind.
Sometimes our love-making is tender rather than passionate, but not tonight. This was all passion. It was how we used to do it when we first met. He was fucking me hard, making sure to use the full length of his cock. And it was working, my climax was on the horizon and it was approaching at speed.
But then the wheels came off!
He’d slowed down. He was like a man running a marathon that suddenly finds that his legs have gone. Brad managed to limp to the finishing line, but he left me hanging. I was so disappointed that I refused his offer to finish me off with his fingers.
He’d been satisfied, so sleep came easy to him. For me it would be a long night. Then I thought of something. It gave me butterflies in my stomach. My pussy was screaming out for cock, one that would satisfy it.
And there was one that could do that in the next room!
I wanted to go to my Step-Son, but what if he rejected me? That would be so embarrassing, just thinking about it was making me feel sick. For the next ten minutes it was a struggle between right and wrong. It was making my head ache. When I eventually made my decision, I almost laughed, it was always going to be this. I’d just delayed the inevitable.