MILF Slut: Sequel One - Sex Stories

MILF Slut: Sequel One

... table cloth and refilled both glasses waiting for a reply. "Okay, Sandy. I really need a trusted friend on this and you are the only one I can really trust. It's a long story and easy to be judgmental but it is what it is." "I totally understand, Phyllis," Sandy said without going into details. "What we say here stays here and you can trust me on that." Phyllis removed her sun hat and quietly said, "As I said, it's a long story." Sandy said nothing but gave Phyllis an understanding nod. Phyllis didn't exactly blurt out her story but let it fall out in tiny pieces like chards of a broken glass. It might have been the wine or just a sense of relief but at that point Phyllis just opened up and began revealing all of her secrets to Sandy. "Life is so complicated, Sandy. You and everyone knows that Bob and I have been separated for over a year. I just couldn't stand his drinking anymore and when he started losing money by gambling on sports teams, it was the last straw. Now we are financially ruined. I can pay the mortgage and scrape together enough money for food but that's about all." "Go on," Sandy said sympathetically. "Well, I need some romance in my life and coming home to an empty house and worrying about paying the bills, I just felt so depressed. You might not understand that in your situation, Sandy." "Well, Phyllis, you might be surprised but I do understand how you feel." Phyllis ignored the "you might be surprised" part and continued. "So anyway, I 'friended' a guy ...

... online and he was understanding and has a great sense of humor. Okay he is ten years younger than we are but he has a nice build, is funny and best of all he is a compassionate guy. One thing led to another and eventually we decided to meet. You know, like in the 'You've Got Mail' movie." "Oh yeah, I love that scene where Tom Hanks goes to meet Meg Ryan for the first time." "Okay then, you can imagine what it was like but this was different. Joe asked me for a date on the Party Boat. Of course, I had no idea what it was but it sounded like fun. So I went and we met at the dock several miles out of town. You know where it is, right?" "Yep, I know it. We go there to the beach on weekends," Sandy said. "Well, I could see there was no boat large enough for a party but Joe said the Party Boat never docks and we needed to take the ship's tender. When we boarded, there were three other women without dates that were already there. I thought I recognized two of them. We probably had seen each other at the supermarket but they are definitely from our town and about our age. I introduced myself and they told me their names. I didn't get a chance to talk with them because they pretty much kept to themselves." "So they knew each other, right?" Sandy asked. "That's right. There was one more thing and it was that each of them had brought along overnight bags. I didn't ask about them but I was curious. Anyway, it took about twenty minutes to get to the most glamorous yacht I had ever seen! It ...