a bit flashy. But it makes me happy.”
Jake turned to face the older woman. He tangled his fingers in her black curls. “You’re quite something,” he said. “And not what I expected at all.” He pressed his lips to hers, now more sure in his motions. “I want you.” He reached down and started to unzip his pants.
“Let me,” Maggie said, running her fingernails down his chest and moving his hands aside. She deftly unfastened his pants and, in one motion, pulled down both his slacks and his shorts until he stood naked except for his socks. She knelt and pulled them off, her eyes level with the stiff, hard erection that stuck straight out from Jake’s groin. She resisted the urge to take his hard cock into her mouth, knowing that their first time together should be plain vanilla. There would be time later to introduce Jake to the dozens of other pleasures she enjoyed.
“Would you like to undress me, or should I do it?” she asked.
Jake grinned and held his trembling hands in front of him. “I think you’d better.”
Quickly she pulled off her jeans, panties and socks and led Jake to the bed. She stretched out on the spread and patted the space next to her. “Come here, darling. Let’s try slow dancing this way.” He lay beside her and she placed the soles of her feet against his insteps. Slowly she slid their feet over the satin spread, keeping the rhythm they had established in the living room. “Slow dancing isn’t just for standing up.” She wrapped one arm around him and took his hand with the other, holding him just as if they were dancing. She moved against him until the length of her body was against the length of his. Quickly she took a condom from the bedtable drawer and deftly unrolled it over Jake’s throbbing cock. Then she maneuvered so her body was beneath his, her legs spread, the tip of his erection against the soaked folds of her entrance. “Yes?” she whispered. “Do you want me?”
“Oh, yes,” he moaned.
“Then you know what to do.”
He pushed his hips forward, sliding his cock deep inside Maggie’s body. Maggie cupped his buttocks and held him still for a moment, then moved, still in the rhythm of the music. “Yes, sweet,” she putted. “Dance with me. Do it. Make it feel so good.”
It was only moments until Jake came, his hips pounding against Maggie’s. “Oh, Maggie,” he bellowed. “Oh, yes.” He collapsed against her, then rolled onto one side, his cock sliding limply from her body. “Oh,” he groaned, clutching her against him. “Too fast.”
“Now comes the first lesson,” she said, taking his hand and guiding it to her wet pussy. “You came, but I didn’t. I need you to help me, to give me the same pleasure you just got.”
Suddenly tense, he said, “I don’t know how.”
“Of course you don’t,” Maggie said. “How could you unless someone showed you?” She held one of Jake’s fingers and rubbed it over her swollen clit. “This is where most of a woman’s pleasure comes from. Rub like this.” She showed him and found he was a fast learner. “Yes,” she said, “like that.” As she arched her back, she said, “Put two fingers of your other hand inside me. It will feel so good for me and you will feel what it’s like when a woman comes.”
Jake inserted his index and middle finger into Maggie’s cunt and slowly stretched her hungry flesh. “Don’t stop rubbing right here,” she said, reminding his fingers where she got the most pleasure. “Yes,” she purred. “And I like it if you suck my tit, too.”
With his mouth on her nipple, his fingers filling her and his other hand rubbing her clit, Maggie could feel the familiar tightness start deep in her belly. “Yes,” she said, “like that. Oh, baby, don’t stop.” The heat grew and filled her lower body until it exploded. “Feel what my body does when it comes,” she cried. “Feel it. Share it.” Waves of muscular spasms clenched at Jake’s fingers.
“I’ve never felt anything like that,” he said, his voice filled with wonder. “It makes me so hot. Can I fuck you again?”
“Of course,” Maggie said, barely able to talk through the waves of pleasure. She felt him withdraw his fingers, put on a fresh condom and slide into her again. Still coming, the waves of orgasm engulfed both of them as Jake climaxed again.
Later, as they dressed, Jake said, “I never knew.”
“I know, and that’s what I love about doing this. I can introduce someone as sweet as you to a joy that will continue for the rest of your life. There’s a lot more, too.”
“I know. Can I see you again?”
“Of course,” Maggie said. “Call and we’ll make another date. And we can work out finances then.”
“Thanks, Maggie,” Jake said. “I never dreamed that this evening would be this wonderful and so,” he winked, “educational. When he first approached me about this, I thought my dad was nuts.”
“Give him my love,” Maggie said as she guided Jake to the door.
“I will.” Jake kissed her good-bye and grinned as she closed the door behind him.
“You see,” Lucy said, looking up from her computer terminal. “You’re a nice person. I hate that.”
“But, you also have sex with married men for money,” Angela said sadly.
“But I never do it without first suggesting that the men discuss things with their wives,” Maggie said. “Men don’t realize that their wives might be just as interested in some fun and games as they are.” Maggie had little use for timid women who didn’t understand the pleasures of lovemaking.
“I know that,” Angela said. “But remember this evening? It was just last winter.”
As Maggie stared, the monitor showed the face of Gerry O’Malley. A sales representative for a computer software firm, Gerry had been recommended to her by an old friend. She recalled their first evening together and how she had tried to convince him to share his fantasies with his wife. Adamantly refusing, Gerry and Maggie had made love in his hotel room, then arranged to meet there the following Wednesday. “I want something special,” he had said, his hands clenched tightly, his fingers twined. “Dress up. Would you wear white…?”
Chapter
2
Maggie had dressed in a white knit dress, short enough to show off her long, well-shaped legs and low cut enough to highlight the shadowed valley between her breasts. She added light gray thigh-high stockings, held up by elastic lace at the tops, and gold strappy sandals with four-inch heels. Long gold earrings that brushed her shoulders and a heavy gold necklace completed her outfit. She was not overly made up and her lipstick was soft pink.
Dressed in gray slacks and a light blue shirt, Gerry opened the door to his hotel room and stared, his face flushed. “You look wonderful,” he said to Maggie. Gerry was medium height with thick brown hair with a hint of gray at the temples. Clean shaven, his jaw was tightly clenched and he stood filling the doorway.
Maggie smiled. “May I come in?” she asked, her voice soft and melodious.
Almost stumbling, Gerry backed away from the door. “I, uh, ordered some champagne,” he said.
“Good.
