The Age of It - Sex Stories

The Age of It

... don't sag. My mum must be ten years younger than you and she has to wear a bra."

"Good breeding."

Five o'clock and no sign of Trevor as Mary packed her things away. Phil was nowhere to be seen as she put on the shorts and shirt she came in. Cool box in one hand and bag over her shoulders she marched away. She was only thinking of one thing, sex with Phil in a few short hours.

Hour's that would pass very slowly. The room was empty. A message on her phone from Trevor, "Gone for a few drinks, see you when ever, F." Mary was both annoyed and relieved as she went about making preparation for the night. She showered and lay naked on the bed. She was soon asleep.

Trevor was drunk. She could tell by his slurred speech and unsteady gate. "Come back have you?" An obvious question requiring no answer.

"Sex, we should have sex," he said pulling down his shorts. Mary stood off the bed, her eyes on his hard cock. He was looking on her naked body. His shirt came over his head. He shuffled towards her, his shorts still around his ankles. "You my dear deserve a good fucking."

Mary was pushed back on the bed. She spread her legs in anticipation of sex. Trevor crawled up and she watched as he tried to position himself at her entrance. She took control and guided his cock to her slit. Mary turned her head to one side as his hot beer breath hit her. One trust and Trevor was in. Mary wasn't expecting much from her drunken husband and didn't get it. Three strokes and he came. A ...

... dribble of cum and he as spent. He rolled over and lay still. Trevor was asleep.

Mary smiled as she used two fingers to scoop what cum there was in her cunt. She smeared it on his lips. Mary needed to wash the rest of him from between her pussy lips. She showered and dried off. Trevor was still asleep. She dressed, not putting on bra or knickers. The restaurant still had some dinners and was happy to make her a small tuna salad.

Trevor was still sleeping when she returned. He slept until eight. Mary had a nice cold gin and tonic ready as he woke. He grunted and accepted the drink. "You go shower love and then we'll see about dinner." Trevor grunted again. She listened to the shower as she added a little make up to her cheeks and lips. She felt her mound and was happy it was smooth enough, The hair had never been wiry so even a little stubble felt nice. Her inner cunt lips were puffed and red with anticipation. She pulled on the lips to make them more pronounced. She could see her bud and realised she was aroused to the point of being pre orgasmic. "Why am I still so tired love?"

"You've probably had too much sun and need to rest." Mary pulled back the covers as Trevor crawled in. She kissed him on the forehead. Trevor was asleep. Even though it was pointless with him being comatose she crept around the room until it was time to leave.

She was back on the sand and her heart was going ten to the dozen. She could feel her own wetness on her legs. In the dim light she ...