Caroline's secret - Sex Stories

Caroline's secret

... twenties expired, I realised I'd put on some weight - something I used to dream of as a teenager, though something that gave me nightmares as a mum - and had settled into dour though reassuring domesticity. We talked about school sometimes, James and I, laughed about the teachers and the stuff we got up to. * 'You fancied that Cole guy, didn't you?' We'd just fucked, a once regular event growing rarer and rarer. As he'd hurriedly withdrawn, James' last spurt had splashed my gaping gash then dribbled across my anus; the rest would soon be leaking from me and onto the sheets, and I had to clamp my thighs together to avoid the dreaded wet patch. 'Nnnnno!' He licked a stiff nipple. 'Yes, yer did. Alice told me...' Her name and our marriage were uneasy bedfellows, even at more than ten years' distance. I pushed him off me and onto my side of the bed then rolled onto his. Clenching my teeth, I twisted my face, screwed up my eyes, but even in the stupid pig-ugly darkness, the words wouldn't come. Fuck it. In frustration, I opened my thighs, pulsed my loins and baptised the bottom sheet with his congealing cum. Sleep on that, you fucker. Childish, I know, but sometimes he deserved it. 'Then she was lying.' I flung my legs out of bed, slipped on my slippers and made for the bathroom. While snatching a silk dressing gown off the back of the door, I tossed sackcloth words over my shoulder. 'She lies about lots of things.' And then I stopped. Hitherto impossible thoughts condensed into ...

... liquid likelihood then set into solid surety. Well, fuck me. Fuck me sideways. With difficulty, I swallowed. My heart thumped. Incredibly, my words flowed uninterrupted. 'When did you see her last?' There was just enough landing light seeping under the door by which to see him squirm. 'Who?' 'Alice. Who do you think, Princess fucking Diana?' His shrug was slightly too animated. 'Don't know... not for ages. Why?' Though I felt certain my mouth could never be as oral-sex dexterous as Alice's, for once, it was equally quick with words. 'Because I think you're fffucking her. That's all.' * Bbbrrrinnng. I hated that doorbell, that fucking stuttering doorbell. Bbbrrrinnng me a c-c-cup of t-t-tea, love. Bbbrrrinnng me a ssssandwich. James had never been nasty, just had no idea how his little doorbell jokes could hurt. Once he'd moved out, I promised myself the doorbell was the next thing to go. Twelve years later, it was still there, taking the piss every time someone came to the door. What I needed was a handyman. What I really needed was any man, be he handy or not. I'd forgotten what a cock looked like, what a cock tasted like, and what it felt like to have my pussy stuffed full of one. Though I missed James hardly at all, I did miss his long fat cock. Thankfully, if not a little strangely, the kids barely ever mentioned him. Since he'd left, I'd poured all my energy, time, and hard-earned money into my children, shrugged away all sexual temptation, resisted every primitive urge, ...