Liberated Mature Woman Seeks

By Philip Gonzales

A protagonist with whom hundreds of readers have felt identified and an eroticism as daring as it is elegant.
Malena's married life takes a nosedive . With no job, no place to go, no direction for her life, she decides to launch into exploring her  while she finds a solution to her situation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Philip Gonzales
• Release date: Mar 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215997383

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Table of Contents

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Episode 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 10

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Epilogue

Liberated Mature Woman Seeks

Author: Philip Gonzales

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Chapter 1

Mature woman seeks ...

Mature ? That sounds like a spinster looking for a husband. Malena chewed on her pen indecisively as she examined what she had written in the notebook and continued to consider a few other options .

Tried again :

Liberated mature woman seeks ...

Mental images of a string of dirty old men wanting to grope her made her shake with disgust. It's not that he cared too much about a man's age when it came to having a date with him, although, if you ask, the least he wanted was for him not to drool and to get up .

He settled the matter with a firm strikeout :

Liberated mature woman seeks ...

Better. Much better!», she opined, sending the octogenarian who was trying to masturbate her with the ball of his worn-out cane out into the fresh air. Whew !"

And now for the final icing, she decided as she tapped her pen on the studded page. What was he looking for? He made a box around the last sentence and went over the ellipsis .

She needed to make it very clear that she wasn't trying to find a partner—with her husband she already had enough—it wasn't about assuming she wanted to fuck like rabbits. Well, yes, that was actually what he wanted, but not exclusively. I was looking for something more than sex for sex and five minute fucks. She wanted new experiences, to give free rein to her fantasies and perversions... She wanted pleasure, to feel sexy again, to evolve as a woman, to feel like a woman !

And you keep asking, taunted a small voice lurking in some shadowy corner of her mind. She slammed the door. She was not going to succumb to her negative thoughts .

Tearing it from the notebook, he turned the page over .

How could he express everything he wanted in just a few lines? For asking not to stay. Total, what did I have to lose ?

And if I put: looking for a sexy and experienced man for sporadic relationships ? She liked it, but she remembered Sergio, her cousin's husband, with an ego more inflated than the veins that stood out from the exaggerated bulges that deformed his biceps. He seemed to her little more than a failed Popeye caricature, but spending ten minutes in his company was enough to reveal his Mr. Universe complex .

He shook his head. It was better not to trust a man's judgment to assess his attractiveness .

He copied the sentence that was already clear to him again and began to write down all the possibilities that occurred to him under the ellipsis. When she ran out of options, she reset the computer screen to see what the other women had put on the contact page .

«Come, meet me and you will enjoy the fuck of your life ».

«You want to be my disposable powder, to use and throw away ».

...

Malena shook her head in disbelief. How could they stoop to publish such nonsense? If they were so direct and clear about everything, she could already imagine the thirty-and-a-half-second chunks of fuck they would shoot. He frowned. Was that really what they were looking for? He continued reading :

Invite me a coffee and I'll put the dessert .

The one who had used it seemed to know what she was doing. Malena loved it. He cocked his head and reread the sentence several more times. It was just what I was looking for: elegant and, at the same time, with a touch of mischief. He copied it on the page so he wouldn't forget it and sighed. Who said that looking for someone to throw a canita in the air was easy ?

Do you need help, auntie ?

That? Oh God!. With a heavy heart, she closed the lid of the laptop as quickly as she could and turned to her nephew, who raised an eyebrow. Shit! Had he realized what that page full of half-naked women offering themselves up for one-on-one relationships was about? "Idiot! Of course I do. He is already an adult and he is not stupid !».

Adrian, what do you want? she asked, trying to hide the tremor in her voice. What are you doing?! Give me that sheet! The chair crashed down as she tried to prevent me from taking the paper from under her nose. Son of ...!

He ignored her, eyeing her doodles with interest .

"My mother asked me to tell you. An urgent commitment has come up and he won't have time to make lunch —Adrián informed him distractedly .

Urgent? Yes, of course, for a change. As if I don't have something urgent to do every day, Malena thought dryly, reaching up to catch the piece of paper. Adrian turned, putting his broad back in her way, and began deciphering her bad handwriting aloud. Damn it !"

notes right now !"

—Here it says released ?

-That's none of your business! If it weren't for the fact that he was close to six foot two, I would have pulled him by his shock of blond hair until he was on his knees and dropped the damned sheet of paper. What I write or stop writing is up to me. Give it to me !

—Why did you cross out mature? That word has a special connotation. It is the dream of any guy that a mature woman chooses him to satisfy her most kinky fantasies. I would leave it in your place .

What would you know?! Malena muttered. Besides, it wasn't even to flirt," she added hastily, trying to correct her blunder .

In a few months I'll be twenty-eight, aunt, I know my own tastes perfectly. And it would be nice if you didn't take me for a fool .

Why would a young boy want to be with an older lady? he asked, trying to buy time .

What excuse could he give that was credible? What was he looking for?, cleaner? Ridiculous, that was too obvious. Friends to share confidences? «Adrián knows that I am always alone. Shit! I can't think of any justification ».

-You're wrong. Mature is not older. Ripe is experience, patience, the ability to go beyond social conventions. The simple fact that you can take responsibility for your own pleasure is already quite an incentive .

- Do you think ?

Seen that way it even sounded interesting. She had never thought of it from that point of view, but still, she doubted that young people would be able to ignore the wrinkles, the effects of the law of gravity, and that they would aspire to anything more than just a fast and painless fuck. commitments .

Do you want me to show you ?

His deep voice, so close and full of promise, reverberated in her lower belly, contracting it and forcing her thighs to clench. He swallowed. Then he took a deep breath, trying to get enough oxygen to his brain to act sanely .

«Whew! The boys of my time did not use this type of perfume. If they had, I would never have made it to twenty as a virgin ."

-Aunt...? Adrian leaned closer, letting her feel the warmth of his young, athletic body .

And if...?. Malena ran her tongue over her suddenly parched lips .

The slam startled them, and they exchanged alarmed glances as something ceramic from downstairs slammed to the floor, followed by an angry babble .

Oh my God! Not again !

Episode 2

Was it necessary for him to embarrass her in front of his own relatives? Malena cursed to herself as she gritted her teeth and tried not to fall down the steps with Pedro 's unsteady weight .

Adrian, who carried most of the ballast, kept silent and avoided looking at her. Damn! It was Pedro who had invited his two sisters with their entire family on their backs to spend the holidays with them on the beach, with the excuse that Gloria was working as an au-pair in Ireland and that the chalet seemed too empty without her. It wasn't that he didn't agree with him, he missed his stepdaughter and the lack of her cheerful and affectionate presence was noticeable, but couldn't Pedro at least behave while his family was there? He had already had three drunken binges in a week. Wasn't it enough to have to put up with the continuous nagging of his sisters-in-law, as well as having to add the whispers behind his back or the pitying looks from his brother-in-law and his nephew ?

She was sick, sick of him, sick of his drinking binges when he went to parties or stayed up late at work, and having to carry his shit and dead weight every time he came like that. Their first four years of marriage had been perfect, she still didn't understand how someone could change so much in such a short time for no apparent reason; And it wasn't like she hadn't tried to figure out the cause or tried to work it out with him .

She tried to ignore the shudder that her nephew's warm arm brushed against her as she sat her husband on the edge of the bed. She forced herself to keep her attention on Pedro's shirt buttons as she undid them, aware that meeting Adrian's eyes would only make things worse .

God! How was it possible that a child could make her shudder with just a touch or a look? He had to get those crazy ideas out of his head. How many times had she masturbated fantasizing about him ?

Indifferent, she watched as her husband fell sideways onto the mattress, his head just under the pillow. He sat up and sighed putting his arms on his hips. She felt guilty thinking how pathetic he was, but she couldn't help it when she saw him like this .

If it hadn't been for the fact that Adrián had interrupted her, her ad would already be traveling through the networks and doing its job. He deserved a break from all that bullshit, an illusion that would help him move on. But no, there she was, with her husband reeking of alcohol and women, and unable to do anything because she had let herself be caught by her nephew .

And he is thankful that it was him and not his mother. Now he would have to abort his plans, or at least put them off for some considerable time before trying again .

She brushed a strand from her face. Maybe she should try more traditional methods, like going out or going to one of those clubs she'd heard other women talk about at the gym .

The problem was, he wasn't looking for the occasional shag with a stranger. She wanted kisses, hugs, nice words that would make her feel good, as well as trying all the things she had never had the chance to experience, like going to a striptease show, going to one of those liberal clubs, or maybe even taking part in a threesome, and for that, she definitely needed a stable lover. Someone like her, who did not want to complicate her life, or commitments, but did want to enjoy in a controlled and safe environment, and who would be able to support her when exploring her own sexuality .

Thank you for giving me a hand, from here I can do it on my own, she told him without taking her eyes off her husband .

-Are you sure? I can help you undress him," Adrián offered .

She closed her eyes as she felt the strong hand caressing her back tenderly. It would be so nice if ...

-No! She hurried away from the temptation, leaning down to pull her husband's legs up on the bed .

«God, how heavy the bastard !».

Are you sure you don't want me to stay? Adrian asked, whispering close to her ear as his body pressed against her back, his muscular arms encircling her and his rough hands closing over hers to help her with the weight of her legs .

She swallowed. The masculine heat penetrated her thin blouse making her sweat, his muscles moved almost like a soft caress against her back, and the worst thing was the more than enormous evidence attached to her behind that made her want to push her hips back and rub against him, just to see how good it would feel .

It wasn't her fault that when she sat up her wishes came true. She tried to ignore Adrian's half-grunt, half-moan as she had to bend down again to remove Pedro's shoe. She didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed when he finally pulled away and let her work .

Her eyes widened and her movements froze as a hand touched her calf, indicating that Adrian had crouched behind her. Forcing herself to stifle a gasp, she acknowledged that she had been wrong about the boy. He was much more persistent than she had expected and more persuasive as well .

She bit her lips in an almost painful way when the masculine nose began to move up her legs, traversing them gently but unceremoniously, as if he knew the path she had to follow by heart, allowing herself only brief stops to take a bite that, more that satiate his hunger, was destined to whet his appetite .

Malena's protest was drowned out .

—Adrian ! _

She ended up verifying that he was also much better at ignoring than she was. With his nose, Adrián continued up to the beginning of her buttocks, where his mouth took over. As soon as she felt the boy's tongue on her panties and she no longer knew if the damp cloth was due to her saliva or her own body's response, she surrendered to the evidence that she was lost .

As if he had noticed, his rough hands slid down her thighs, pulling her panties down. She didn't resist and she didn't do it when Adrián gave her a little pressure and told her to separate her legs .

God !

The daring tongue found what it was looking for. When was the last time a man had lifted her up into the clouds with his mouth? It had been so long that he didn't even remember how good he felt. She sat up with a start when Pedro turned around with an intelligible mutter .

What am I doing?!. They could catch her with her nephew-in-law! In her double bed and with her husband lying next to her !

The boy didn't seem to care. She blinked as she pushed her uncle to the other side of the mattress. By the time she understood his intentions, Malena was looking at the ceiling, her nails dug into the pillow, one leg on the bed and the other on Adrián 's muscular shoulder .

Open wide to his eyes and lips, she tried not to make a sound, but no matter how much she clenched her jaw, bit her lips or the cushion, she couldn't help but gasp when Adrian, without stopping the play of his tongue, he began to use a finger to explore her with such exquisite softness that he thought he was losing his mind .

She froze when Pedro's arm fell over her and touched her chest in incoherent murmurs. His weight kept her immobile and his fingers, despite still in full dream trance, worked her nipples hard, so hard that her back arched under that exact point of pain that turned into pleasure as it ran through her body .

He loved the contrast of Pedro's rough strength competing with the almost ethereal smoothness of his nephew's mouth. It was so pleasurable that her hips rose of their own accord seeking to increase the contact and pressure of her tongue, taking her closer and closer to the vortex of pleasure that threatened to make her explode .

So, so close. I only need ...".

A second finger filled her in an ever-steadier rhythm, his thumb spreading some of the rich cream down to her rear to massage in delicate circles around the small, wrinkled rosette. The demanding lips encircled her clit and sucked. and ...

«Mother of beautiful love !».

White light exploded in her womb and a shock wave rippled through her, bathing her in pleasure .

She lost track of space and time until her hips touched the mattress again, her hands lessening the pressure on the blond head between her thighs, and the room