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The Friday night drinks party at work was over. I\u2019d been standing around for hours and my new three-inch heels were killing me. I just wanted to go home, treat myself to a nightcap and something to eat, before pulling on one of the old T-shirts my ex had left behind when he had taken off with his lab assistant three months ago.<\/span><\/p>\n

The bastard!<\/span><\/p>\n

I opened my front door and clicked on the lamp in the living room as I walked through to the bedroom leaving a trail behind me – my dress, bra and panties. I tossed my shoes across the softly lit room, sinking my feet into the carpet.<\/span><\/p>\n

Did I mention that his lab assistant was a guy?<\/span><\/p>\n

Probably not. I was still recovering from the shock and preferred not to mention it \u2013 not even to myself.<\/span><\/p>\n

What was clear to me, though, was that Greg was not coming back.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ironically, he was one of the most macho-looking men you could want to meet. Apparently, that meant nothing; gay men, as I\u2019d discovered on Google, were often fabulously good looking and sexually sophisticated. I must have missed something in the six months we had been married and in the two months of our whirlwind romance beforehand.<\/span><\/p>\n

He\u2019d come home late and more than a little drunk. It took a while but eventually he blurted it out;<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStella, there\u2019s no easy way to tell you. In some ways I\u2019m as stunned as I know you\u2019re going to be, but I\u2019m gay. I\u2019d kind of known, but I\u2019d thought it a passing thing which is why I never brought it up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? Gay? No!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He stood there in our living room, flushed and ill-at-ease.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStella, as much as I love you as a person, there\u2019s someone else in my life and I know he\u2019s the one for me. This isn\u2019t what I had in mind, but it has to be.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho is it? Do I know him?\u201d I rasped, my mouth dry. We\u2019d barely settled into married life together. Now this!<\/span><\/p>\n

I had felt as if the anchor in my future life had been yanked up and I was free-floating in a sea of despair, anxiety and loss. Hadn\u2019t I been enough for him? But I now knew that he was what he was, and it really had nothing to do with me\u2026 but a shred of doubt still floated around in my mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

Before my hunk of a husband had gone off with Dennis, pretty Dennis, who I had never in a million years considered a competitor, Friday night was \u2018fuck night\u2019.<\/span><\/p>\n

Now I was alone and hungry. Since Greg had gone, I\u2019d let the refrigerator run low.<\/span><\/p>\n

I pulled out my cell, dialed the local Greek restaurant and ordered more take-out than I could possibly eat on my own, but then I was still struggling to adjust to the \u2018on my own\u2019 bit.<\/span><\/p>\n

As promised, 15 minutes later, the home delivery guy rang the bell. I\u2019d dug out one of Greg\u201ds T-shirts, tied a sarong round my waist to cover up the fact that I wasn\u2019t wearing panties and went to the door to collect my souvlaki-with-the-lot, dips and hot Greek bread.<\/span><\/p>\n

I opened the door and the delivery guy stopped me in my tracks.<\/span><\/p>\n

He was tall, rangy, and young \u2013 probably a college student topping up his income by delivering take-out. When I say young, I mean young; maybe 18 or 19. I\u2019m 34 so by his standards probably in the same category as his mother.<\/span><\/p>\n

He grinned, \u201cEvening ma\u2019am. Your order.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

And then he just stood there, our eyes locked. You could have started a car with the sexual energy whipping between us. I could see he was summing me up, his gorgeous blue eyes under strong brows, playing with the possibility that his night might be taking a turn for the better.<\/span><\/p>\n

I felt my womb drop. He had sun-streaked light brown hair, wavy and worn long to his shoulders. He was one of those young men who have yet to fill out but who are pumped with testosterone. He was also polite. He was waiting for me to decide, for me to choose what to do next. I could have said a simple, \u201cThanks,\u201d taken the parcel and shut the door.<\/span><\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"lelo<\/a><\/p>\n

Instead, I reached out and grasped his shirt, pulling him inside.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLady, are you sure about this?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I threw caution to the wind. It was \u2018Friday fuck\u2019 night after all.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome in\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I lifted his loose top and gasped. \u201cI didn\u2019t know before, but now I\u2019m sure.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

A smile flickered across his handsome sculpted lips. He had dimples that creased his cheeks making him even more attractive.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was his cock! I could clearly see that he was big, very big, very long and very hard. It was out of proportion to his still youthful body but there was no doubting its hunger and its potency. It was engorged for me. It must have been a lightning response to the desire he saw in my eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

I sank onto the huge leather sofa in our living room; the one where I had fucked Greg when he was still Greg-my-guy and not Greg-Dennis\u2019-guy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMatt. Yours?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Was I crazy telling him? But he already knew where I lived. I was already in too deep.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStella.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPretty name for a pretty lady.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWould you like a drink?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo thanks Ma\u2019am, I’m on duty. No booze allowed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIs fucking customers allowed\u2026?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDepends.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDepends on what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His smile lit up his handsome face. I thought, \u201cWhen he grows up this guy is going to be devastating; right now, he is a glorious kid on the edge of becoming himself.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I could feel the wet between my legs, my clit hardening as I untied the sarong so he could see I was ready for him. He dropped onto the sofa beside me, his eyes travelling down my legs (pretty damn good, if I might say, for a woman my age, toned, tanned and long) and then up, lingering over the soft curls hiding my pussy. His eyes hardened. I guessed he was no virgin \u2013 some young chick would have opened her legs for him well before tonight.<\/span><\/p>\n

He had picked up my scent, my want, and his own.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d have to be quick\u2026 \u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cQuick suits me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He ran his hands up under the T-shirt, feeling for my breasts. My nipples, unusually big I know, had his full attention. He yanked off my T-shirt. Now I was naked. I lifted my breasts and offered them to that hungry mouth. He latched on hard, pulling and sucking, rolling his tongue over my tingling nipples. My body responded and I felt myself melt. He muttered under his breath, \u201cUnbelievable!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMatt, I want to see you\u2026 take off your jeans.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He was wearing nothing underneath and that cock \u2013 at least nine inches of it \u2013 shot up hard and ready, precum running in a slow rivulet down his rigid shaft.<\/span><\/p>\n

I pushed up his shirt and ran my hands over his smooth, hairless chest, his ribs etched, his abs bare of excess flesh. His balls were pulled tight against the base of that magnificent cock.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMa\u2019am, are you sure you can take me? I don\u2019t want to hurt you\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Now I was straddling him. \u201cI don\u2019t know but we\u2019ll soon find out\u2026 Here let me help you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I lifted myself up so he could see as I parted my inner lips, slick with wet, my clit peeking out in readiness. Then I levered that long, long delicious cock to the right angle, shoving the bullet-head into my cunt. I\u2019m tight at the best of times and he was going to be a challenge, but one worth taking. Fortunately, I was also very wet and desperate to take him in \u2013 as much as I possibly could.<\/span><\/p>\n

His breath was coming in harsh bursts, his nostrils flared. I perched up on my haunches and slowly, ever so slowly lowered myself onto him. He was hurting me, but he was also thrilling me. I was as greedy for him as he was hungry for me.<\/span><\/p>\n

I leaned forward to kiss him, opening my lips and pressing my tongue into his mouth. He wrapped an arm round my neck and pulled me hard towards him, thrusting his tongue into my mouth in response, sucking and tasting me. He tasted of apples, cinnamon and sex.<\/span><\/p>\n

He began to buck upwards as we fucked. He was slick with my wet which made it easier for him to find his way. I took his hand and placed it over my clit, rubbing it back and forth hard to set up friction with that delicious point of pleasure.<\/span><\/p>\n

He raised his eyebrows as if to ask, \u201cIs this what you want?\u201d I gasped, \u201cBe rougher\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

My whole body was burning for him. He dropped his head back on the sofa, shutting his eyes and moving with me.<\/span><\/p>\n

I could hear myself urging him on, \u201cYes, yes, yes. Don\u2019t stop! Don\u2019t stop!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

And then that moment came when I could no longer hold myself back. My climax was deep, hot, each pulse radiating through my body. I cried out in ecstasy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"waterproof<\/a><\/p>\n

He was arched up now, driving his cock into me. I felt him buck hard as he came, groaning.<\/span><\/p>\n

For a minute we stayed joined together, our heartbeats beginning to return to normal. I pushed him away gently.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMa\u2019am, that was awesome. The best fuck ever!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He really was such a kid!<\/span><\/p>\n

He got up, pulling on his jeans, uncertain what to do next. I wrapped my sarong around me and kissed him softly on the lips before showing him to the door.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019d found the perfect cure for the Greg thing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMatt, I\u2019ll order souvlaki next Friday. Can you make sure you pick it up?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He looked down at me with that stunning smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSure thing ma\u2019am!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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