She got that load sprayed around inside her she wanted and was cumming hard when she got it. I left it in her. She had a way of making it show some little signs of life. We kissed and chatted. I’d burying my face in her tits and suck her nipples. She’d thrust back at me whenever she felt any sign of hardness. Finally we were going full force. Something about the way she could say “fuck me” let you know that you wouldn’t be able to hold back. My testicles must be getting used to the extra fucking because I sure put a load in her.
Again, Maggie kind of lingered. For me, most of my work is from home. As long as I log at least thirty-two hours per week on the company server I’m good. And, it can be any day, any time, day or night. Maggie had been there three hours. I wondered about her job.
Women sure had a casual approach to sex as compared to say, my Mom’s generation. Women I’ve known before, but especially my real estate ladies never asked me to wear a condom, or pull out. Except for the snotty bitch a condom was never mentioned, and I think that was more for her housekeeping reason rather that fear of disease or pregnancy. They all just barebacked me with no concern for the consequences what-so-ever.
Then you look at today’s families. Whether it’s two or three kids or a half dozen. You look at most of them with their mothers and wonder who the hell the father’s must be. Then you talk to them and find out the couple has been married ten or fifteen years. You want to ask the Dad if he works out of town a lot. The moms seem to be happy with their mismatched kids and proud to know other people are figuring it out and their husbands are not.
So, that’s what went through my head while my cock was softening and I was sucking nipples and sharing a few intimate kisses. I didn’t want to spoil the mood, but Anna could be calling me any minute as she had said she would see me Tuesday.
“I’m not going to get you in trouble with you boss or husband, am I?”
“Oh, no. My boss is my husband.”
“What?”
Maggie got up and began to dress.
“My boss is my husband. We met ten years ago when my previous husband and I were selling our house. Now he’s my broker and we are partners at the firm. He had a hand in raising every one of my kids even though none of them were his. I started fucking him while the house was for sale. He had money and a nice dick. We liked to fuck. I got my real estate license and now here were are. Well, here I am anyway. You would think he would have caught on by now, but everything is good and he is clueless.”
The wheels were spinning in my brain. Maggie had six husbands and nine kids before she was 38 years of age. I wondered if any of them ever caught her fucking around. I was imagining the possibilities. I wondered what my number on her list I might be.
“Did you hear me?”
It was Maggie’s voice.
“Oh, no sorry. I was lost in thought about what a great fuck you are.”
“I was saying we should do this again next week.”
“Really??”
I was a little shaken.
“I should have my mind made up by then about the listing.”