Rachel The Slut: A Mature Woman’s Sexual Escapades
By Emma Jones
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Rachel, a middle aged woman is intrigued by the idea of sexual liberation. She wants to experience the joy of sexual freedom and decides to have sexual encounters with multiple men. This erotic story will take you through her experiences and will encourage you to experience her pleasures virtually. Start reading now!
Emma Jones
I am a freelance erotic writer who loves writing stories under various genres of erotica
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Rachel The Slut - Emma Jones
Rachel The Slut: A Mature Woman’s Sexual Escapades
By Emma Jones
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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old or above. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Contents
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Chapter 2: The Couple
Chapter 3: The Hook-up
Chapter 4: Special Thankyou
Chapter 5: Service as a Hostess
Chapter 6: Guys from the Resort
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Pulling into the driveway and pressing the remote to open the garage door, I glimpsed to the dining room window covered by the closed sheers. I see the faint glow of light coming from further inside the house. I smiled. Ryan has waited up. I left him a message this night could be late and not to. I assured him we could talk in the morning. I'm a big girl, I can come home to a quiet, dark house. I had always thought our love was boundless and nights like these were just an example of the commitment and trust and openness we share. There had been something different about Ryan lately but I pushed it out of my mind as I was leaving. I hadn't really spent much time on it, though. I was too excited about the night. So, I was anxious to see him, to be reassured.
I entered through the laundry/pantry room that empties into the house at the kitchen after pressing the button to lower the garage door. I am tired. My body is tired. My brain is tired. It had been a busy day, anyway. I had cooked and shopped. Ryan and I were planning a quiet weekend... no friends, no guests, no meetings or events... no nothing but us.
A couple steps, my high heels clicking on the floor tiles, and I stepped into the kitchen to find Ryan on the left leaning against the island in the center of the space. Straight ahead is the open space that flowed into the family room. Several lights are on, the large flat screen is muted and some sports program is on, probably Sports Center as a casual look seemed to be showing highlights of recent games. I see the open laptop that probably had succeeded in holding his attention over the TV. Ryan is very dedicated to his work.
Ryan pushes himself off the island. It occurs to me that he may have moved from the family room to the kitchen as soon as he heard the garage door. Usually, he allows me to come in and get settled. I place my small purse on the counter, encircle his waist with an arm as I pull him in for a kiss and hug. I know he can taste on my lips the activities of the night. What he tastes on my lips or smells or finds anywhere else on my body is not new. These nights have been wonderful, which is the reason they happen.
Breaking the hug, he steps behind me. With one hand I loosen the middle buttons of the long blazer I am wearing that might be appropriate for covering a micro-dress underneath. By holding the lapels, Ryan removes the blazer as I pull one arm, then pull the other out. I turn around. A coquettish smile teasingly forms on my lips. His eyes roam down and back up my body and I can see something is different.
His smile that would be matching mine isn't there. I see you've misplaced your thong, again.
Something is different. He drops my blazer over one of the stools at the island counter. Sans the thong, which disappeared predictably, I am dressed the way I was when I left much earlier: black 4 inch high heels, sheer black stockings, and lacy black garter belt. The tiny, lacy thong that had completed the outfit must be in someone's pocket... a memory item, perhaps... a trophy never to be washed, a reminder of my scent.
I am 39 years old, 5' 1" tall and about 110 pounds. I have brown hair usually below my shoulders and brown eyes. I have what I think is a voluptuous figure and C-cup tits. It is why going out, even in the dark, with just a blazer over my tits is very risqué. They are natural and often seem to have a mind of their own to move and bounce as they wish. It is part of the new me, though. I dress to tease and entice, especially on these play nights.
Ryan's hand slips down my body and dips a finger into my pussy as I open my legs for him. He looks into my eyes as he lifts his finger up between us. How much this time, slut?
I am taken aback. His finger has come out of my used pussy covered in the cum of other men. His comment has shocked me. It has taken us a while to reach this point in these activities, but no matter how slutty I might behave, it started with him. This is how our marriage has evolved, transformed, expanded. It has done so mutually. Eyes wide open. Full awareness. Full acceptance. In truth, it was at his suggestion, encouragement, and interest while pulling me along until I felt the same way. Which is why his reaction now is so surprising.
You're a fucking whore!
He walks away from me. He turns off Sports Center, his laptop, the lights in the family room, and begins moving to the bedroom. I don't understand what is happening. This isn't right, not the way this is supposed to happen. He should be greeting me with a passionate kiss and teasing me about the night in anticipation. I should be taken by the hand to fuck him in our bed while I tell him about the night, about three of his friends fucking me. This was the night of his scheduled poker night but he had to work late. They guys called and suggested that I come anyway to be hostess. Why ruin what would be a fun night? This wasn't the first time, obviously. Ryan had left a message for me. Just something with work. Something needing him to prepare for something for tomorrow. That was before the other call. My participation has occurred before. I had called Ryan at the office and left a message. I had called his cell phone. Several times. Left messages each time. These poker playing nights have turned into more of a cliché, 'poke her' nights.
Suddenly, everything is wrong. Nothing about this feels natural or comfortable or... REAL.
I call out to him, Ryan... what's going on?
He stops. For a moment, he stands there with his back to me. Is he merely thinking? Or, is he calming himself? Why is he having to calm himself, though? When he turns to face me, I can see in his eyes as they move over me. These aren't the eyes I am used to. I am standing between the kitchen and the family in heels and stocking. Before, his eyes would say he wants to fuck me and to share what happened. These aren't those eyes.
How could you?
How could I what?
Whatever this was about, my Latin nature was raising its emotional response.
You just decide to go off to spend most of the night fucking?
I stepped toward him but his hands come up as if they would emit some force field to hold me back. Wherever this was coming from, now I was pissed. Look at me, damnit! Look at me!
I stood before him. arms out to the side. I knew what I looked like at that moment. Naked. Stockings and heels. I could still feel the semen of three men inside me and I didn't doubt that he could see the shine of it on the insides of my thighs. This is what YOU wanted. This is what you want to display, exhibit, show off. This is what you wanted to share with others. Remember? This was YOU.
You went off without... you just went off by yourself... you just decided...
He was whining. God! It sounded so pathetic.
It made me even more pissed. Fuck you! YOU had this night planned! You always plan these things. You want to share me. You pled with me and you finally talked me into it. Well...
I had my arms out displaying myself, again. Well... here I am. You succeeded. I did all this for you. Now you resent it? How dare you! I left you I don't know how many messages. Were you even at the office?
When that came out, I paused. Was he? Or, did he just tell me that? Why didn't he get my calls if he was at the office?
He seemed pathetic. He had no argument. What was his problem? You wanted to fuck them. It wouldn't have mattered what I said.
I was flabbergasted. What? You wanted this. You wanted to share me with your friends and even strangers. Remember? So, yeah, I want to fuck them. I like it. I enjoy being desired by men. You succeeded and now you aren't happy? What do you want?