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She met me at the door with an intense kiss and then she pulled me along to the bedroom. She pushed me back on the bed and fumbled with my zipper and my belt and then she pulled my pants all the way off me. Her hand took hold of my erection and she bent her head and kissed and licked the head of it before taking it into her mouth. She wrapped her lips tightly around my dick and then she gave me the blow job of dreams. She worked on my cock with her mouth and her hands played with my balls until I couldn't hold back any longer and I let it go. She swallowed every last drop and then lifted her head, smiled at me and said:
"Did you like that?"
"Oh god yes, did I ever."
"Good, I liked doing it for you."
She lowered her head and went back to licking and sucking on me until she had me hard again. She climbed over me and lowered herself down until the head of my cock was at her opening, hesitated a fraction of a second and then she took me all the way in her with one solid downward push. She moved up and down, she rocked back and forth, she went slowly for a bit and then she slammed down hard for a bit. She brought me to the edge twice and then pulled back on me to keep me hanging.
Finally I had to cum and I wrapped my arms around her and rolled her over onto her back and drove myself into her. I reached under her and took the cheeks of her ass in my hands and pulled her to me as I fucked her with hard strokes. Her body trembled as she had an orgasm and then I released mine into her.
Lying next to each other and looking at the ceiling while trying to catch our breath she said:
"I've got some good news and some bad news lover."
"Let me have the good news first."
"I heard from Derek last night. He will be home in two weeks."
"What is good about that?"
"You didn't want a long term relationship so in two weeks this one will be over."
"What's the bad news?"
"I heard from Derek last night. He will be home in two weeks."
"Then I guess we had better make the most of those fourteen days" and I bent my head and took her right nipple in my mouth.
I had used my five months (four months and twelve days actually) to learn as much as I could about Shelly's mother. I already knew about her stopping for drinks every Tuesday and Thursday. I found out that she and Tom were not getting along all that well and I wondered if maybe it was because Mary suspected that Tom was running around on her.
I found out that every other Friday she had a 'girls night out' with some old friends of hers. I learned that her favorite color was blue, that her favorite drink was a margarita, that her taste in music ran toward the yucky — Mannilow and Sinatra — and that she hated seafood. I had thought that I was being subtle in my looking for information and then one night Shelly let me know that I wasn't as slick as I thought I'd been,
"Why all the interest in my mom?"
I tried to make a joke of it. "What is it they say? Like mother, like daughter? If you are like your mother I might give her a shot when you and I are over."
"My mother? You would go after my mother?"
I laughed it off as best I could and hoped that she wasn't close enough to her mom to go home and laughingly tell her to look out for me.
What I did not learn was anything I could use in taking my shot at Mary. I knew where I could take that shot — at the bars where she stopped — but nothing I could use for a way in so to speak. I didn't think that the method I used on Shelly would work with Mary because Shelly was single and a little on the wild side whereas Mary was a wife and mother and a little more settled. I decided that I was going to have to learn more about Mary than I already knew.
It was the first weekend that Derek was home and I was at loose ends so Friday night found me parked down the street from Mary's house. If I was right that night was one of her night out Fridays. At seven-ten she backed out of her drive and headed downtown. I gave her some distance and then I followed. She drove to the other side of town and pulled into the parking lot of the Black Saddle, a popular country/western bar, parked and went inside. I drove to the back of the lot and parked.
I'd been in the Saddle a couple of times and I knew the layout of the place. There was no way I could go in either door without being spotted. I didn't want to go in so soon after Mary so I settled down in my seat to wait a half hour. Thirty minutes later I got out of the car just as Mary came out the side door with a man in a cowboy hat. He had his right arm around her and his right hand was cupping her right tit. She was looking up into his face and she didn't see me right away. They stopped at a car, the man unlocked it and held the door for Mary as she climbed onto the back seat. It was as she entered the car that she saw me and even in the dark parking lot I saw the color drain from her face.
I walked right by and continued on into the building. I found an empty stool at the end of the bar, ordered a vodka tonic and then I settled down to watch. The place was loaded with women. A rough count showed that there were about three women for every two guys. It looked as if the Black Saddle had become a meat market since the last time I'd been in. I saw several of the ladies casting glances at me and two of them made eye contact and then smiled at me — invitations if I ever saw them — but I wasn't interested. Strange as it might sound, considering my time with Shelly, but I didn't cheat on my wife. I know I'm splitting hairs and playing word games here, but to go after one of the girls who had smiled at me would be cheating. What I did with Shelly, and hoped to do with her mother to me wasn't cheating, it was revenge. It was my way of sticking it to Tom for his sticking it in my wife.
As I sipped my drink, watched the action and kept an eye on the door Mary would have to walk back in through I considered what I now knew. Mary's night out with the girls was actually Mary's night out with the boys. I wondered if she made parking lot visits on Tuesdays and Thursdays when she stopped with the girls from work. I'd never stuck around after following her to see where she went. What I did now know was that my approach to Mary was going to be the same as the way I had gone after Shelly. I was going to let her come to me and if I was right it would be before the night was over.
It was about twenty-five minutes after I had passed Mary in the parking lot that she and her cowboy came back into the bar. As soon as the door closed behind them I saw her eyes sweeping the bar until she found me. Our eyes met and she quickly looked away as the cowboy led her over to a table where two other guys and three other girls were sitting. I found it interesting that one of the girls sitting at the table was one of the girls who had given me the smiling invitation. That opened up a possibility.
For the next twenty minutes Mary kept making nervous glances my way and then looking away when our eyes met. I waited until the next time she looked my way and then I got up from my barstool and headed for her table. She saw me coming and I saw what I thought was a worried look cross her face. I could see she was tensed up when I got to the table and whatever it was she was expecting wasn't what happened. I asked the woman who had smiled at me to dance. As we moved together out onto the dance floor she asked:
"What took you so long?
"I had a hard time talking myself into it."
"That isn't a good thing for my ego to hear."
"No sweetie, it had nothing to do with you. I'm married and I had to talk myself into ignoring that fact."
She laughed and said, "Sweetie, every one at that table is married, including me, and none of us are married to anyone currently in the building."
"That's the other part of my problem. I know the husband of one of the girls you are sitting with and she knows my wife."
"Who?"
"Mary."
"And you think she will tell your wife that you are out tomcatting? Let me tell you something sweetie; she is a bigger slut than I am and that is saying something and people who live in glass houses do not throw stones."
"Mary is a slut?"
"She's done every guy sitting at that table and a few more who are sitting at other tables. She won't rat you out sweetie, she'd be too scared of what you might tell her hubby."
We stayed out on the floor for two dances and chatted. Her name was Jackie, she was married and had three kids and her husband was gone a lot. When the music stopped and I walked her back to her table she invited me to join them.
"Sorry Jackie, but it would be too awkward for me."
"She won't bite sweetie and besides, it is a Mexican standoff. You can't tell on her or she would tell your wife that you came her to cheat."
"Well Jackie, that's the problem. I didn't come here to cheat. I was passing by and thought I'd drop in for a drink. Just imagine my surprise when I saw Mary climbing into a backseat with the guy in the cowboy hat. Her husband Tom is a damned good friend of mine and the only reason I came over here to ask you to dance was so I could pump you for information. Thanks for letting me know how big a slut Mary is. Her husband is going to love hearing about it."
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