The Reset

Alicia's anger had dissipated now. Some of it had fled during her first orgasm as she felt him come in her mouth. She'd been stroking her soft cock and felt a shiver of release pass through her as he spilled over her tongue. She'd held him in her mouth then, moving her lips and tongue again over his shaft even as his first load began running down her chin. He was young and, given his enthusiasm, she was confident he'd be rock hard again soon. She wasn't disappointed and once he was again quivering in excitement she'd stood, turned.

"Fuck me, here" presenting her tight hole to his already dripping cock. He had obliged her, of course, and fucked her hard, lasting longer this time but eventually releasing a second load deep inside of her. She came harder that time, without touching herself, legs trembling as she braced herself against the stall wall and as she did she felt the last of her anger wash away as the wave of pleasure passed through her. He had sagged against her, exhausted, at least temporarily. She'd pulled forward gently, letting him fall out of her and then twisted under his weight. Once facing him she'd gently grasped his flaccid cock, wiping it over her thigh just below her own. Then she'd slipped out from between him and the wall, unlocked the stall door and simply left, leaving him still trying to catch his breath.

Now she sat in her car on the driveway thinking about what she'd done. She'd acted impulsively, yes, but not without premeditation. She'd known exactly where she was going when she had slammed the front door, exactly what she was going to do. She just couldn't believe she'd followed through. She shifted slightly in the seat. She'd retrieved her knickers from the footwell of the car and pulled them on before she drove home, keen to contain as much of the young man's cum as she could. Now she thought maybe it would be best to go straight to the shower when she got in, wash away the evidence.

No, she'd come this far... She'd been angry, yes, at Dave's indifference to her, at his infuriating "so-laid-back-he's-nearly-horizontal" attitude. At the fact he hadn't fucked her in months. She was pushing 45, greying now, but still hot, she knew. Tight arse and stomach, high, round breasts. She still drew glances from men, and occasional women, far her junior. She'd known she wouldn't have any problem picking up some willing soul in the bar. So yes, she'd been angry, but she hadn't done it out of spite or some need for 'revenge'. She'd just wanted to do something that would give him a boot up the fucking arse. Shake his world up a bit. And, she admitted to herself, she'd enjoyed it. The seduction. Leaning into the stranger at the bar. Touching him more and more boldly as they talked, until eventually her hand was at the crotch of his trousers, stroking his erection through the fabric. "Follow me." The thought of what it might do to Dave also excited her, though it was tinged with a good deal of nervousness. Maybe she shouldn't have taken it so far. Could have settled for letting him catch her masturbating over some lewd video. Certainly shouldn't have let the stranger cum in her... Twice.

She swallowed her nerves. "Fuck it" And marched to the front door.

Dave was in the same position he'd been in when she'd stormed out, sprawled on the couch in boxers and a t-shirt from a gig they'd once gone to together. He still looked good too, she admitted grudgingly, despite eating crap and never, as far as she could remember, working out a day in his life. A full head of curly jet-black hair graced his head, his body still slim, though perhaps with the hint of paunch growing around his middle now. His bright eyes looked at her now, accusing, hurt.

"Alicia, where the fuck have you been!? It's been hours, I was about to..."

"About to what?" she snapped, "Get off your fucking arse and do something about it?" A flash of the anger she had felt earlier was returning now but she calms herself, walking slowly across the room towards him.

"Alicia, where have you been?" he repeats, less accusatory, more placating. He senses something in her then, a power that makes him nervous.

"I went to Connor's, Dave. Had a drink. Or two." she drapes herself over him as she says this, a hand running easily through his curled hair, her lips inches from his. He can smell the alcohol on her hot breath but also a sweet metallic undertone, subtle but unmistakable. His eyes widen in shocked understanding.

She grins when she sees his reaction, she hadn't been sure he'd click right away. Here we go, she thinks...

"I picked someone up, dearheart. A young guy, student I'd guess."

"Alicia, what the fuck are you... What did you..."

She moves her lips closer to his, brushing them now and he shuts up as he smells her breath again.

"He was very eager to please me, Dave. Big, as well. Bigger than you, you pathetic soft-cocked twat." A lie, really, but she wanted to make him squirm. Her hand had moved down between them as she was saying this, brushing the front of his boxers. She felt a tug of excitement when her fingers touched the growing erection between his legs. He was getting off on it...

"I took him to gents. Sucked him off." Dave was rock hard now, Alicia slips her hand into his boxers, wrapping her fingers around him and stroking. "He came, right here, a fucking big load, too much for me to swallow..." She kisses him then, lips on his, tongue entering his unresisting mouth. "Can you still taste him, Dave?"

He moans then, his body betraying him, "Oh, fuck, Alicia..." Then he seems to come to, anger returning. He pushes her off. "What.. what were you thinking!? How could... how could you... Why would you..."

She laughs then, stands and pulls her skirt high before sliding her knickers down. She lies back down, legs either side of him. "Why? Why do you think, Dave? I wanted to remind myself of what it's like to be taken by a real man." Her hand finds his, pulls his fingers to her arsehole as she lifts her hips. "He didn't just cum in my mouth you know. A real goer, that one." She finally pushes some of the cum she's been holding onto out, onto his unresisting fingers, then she let's go of his hand, watchful now, waiting to see...

His fingers don't pull back. Instead they find her hole and one slides in, well lubricated. She gasps, writhing on his finger, excited as much by the sureness, the assertiveness of his movement as by the sensation it caused.

"You... you... fucking slut!"

Alicia gasps again, not in shock, but at the thrill the words sends through her. She can hear the genuine anger in his tone, making it all the more delicious, but under it she can feel his lust spiking. Finally. He has pulled his cock out of his boxers and is on top of her, pushing her legs up and back with his shoulders. She allows herself a slight whimper as the head of his cock touches her arsehole and pauses.

"He left a big load inside of me, baby, do you want to feel it? Feel another man's cum inside of your slut wife?"

He doesn't answer, just groans and then pushes into her, hard. She groans, not in excitement this time, but in pain. The cum inside her hasn't provided as much lubrication as she'd expected and Dave rams his cock home regardless, pushing his head passed her tight ring and in. As he pulls out for another stroke she feels more of the young man's cum leaking out of her, easing Dave's movements and she relaxes, placing her hands on his arse and pulling him in on his second thrust, lifting her hips to allow him deeper.

"How does it feel, baby?" she hisses in his ear. Again, no reply, but he grunts as he rams into her a third time. She looks down and is amazed to see she has a full erection. She tries to remember the last time that happened... Maybe not since she was a teenager. Certainly not since she'd been with Dave. He's noticed as well and, after a slight hesitation, he grips it, hard in one hand. Squeezing, painful, as he rams her arse again.

"Is this what you want?" He begins to stroke her cock, still gripping too hard, as if trying to squeeze the life out of her erection, "Is it, you fucking whore bitch?!"

"Oh, baby, yessss" she breathes "Fuck me, cum in me, make me yours again, please, baby..."

He rams his cock into her, again and again. She can feel the cum from the bar spilling from her onto the couch as he picks up the pace, keeping his iron grip on her iron cock. He's breathing hard now, his face turning red and beading with sweat above her. She shifts her hands from his arse to his shoulders, pulling him down to her, her lips to his lips again. "Please, dearheart, give it to me."

He comes just before she does, letting out a strangled roar. As she feels the cum pumping out of him her own cock leaps in his hand, a faint cry escaping her as she jerks under him, a thin stream of cum spurting from her over his clenched knuckles. He lets her shaft go and sags into her, still breathing hard, still half erect inside of her.

"Oh, baby," she breathes "thank you, baby. I'm sorry, baby." She nuzzles his neck "I'm so sorry. Next time, I'll let you watch."

A grin spreads across her face as she feels his cock begin to harden again inside of her.