Andrew is in a complicated relationship. Hes having torrid sex with a smoking hot milf who not only cant get enough of him, but loves him as much as she lusts for him. So whats complicated about that? For starters, his sexy older lover is married, and her husband is getting suspicious. That would be bad for anyone, but worse for Andrew because the woman hes having an affair with? Is his mother! ----- Excerpt ----- He turned the light on for her and when she stood there swaying, led her to the bed. I like that. She squeezed his hand. I miss being close to you, Andrew. I ll work on being around more. How about we go grab lunch and a movie tomorrow? That would be nice. She kissed his cheek. You really are a good boy. I have good parents. One, anyway. She rolled her eyes. Be nice, He chided her. Dad s a good guy. That s because you don t know. Know what? What was she on about now? He ... she paused, then shrugged. He doesn t pay me much mind these days, that s all. Can t see why not, you re a beautiful woman. Andrew wasn t just saying that to make her feel good. He d noticed it for the first time tonight, but had replaced hot with beautiful because what son referred to their mother as hot? You think so? Mom smiled. Know so. He told her, I bet those guys at the bar were interested, what man wouldn t be? The one who should be. The smile left her face, then returned to that inebriated exaggerated one. But you re right, a lot of guys bought me drinks and danced with me. Then you had a good time and ... No, a good time would have been not going to bed alone. No choice there, mom. You re not that kind of woman. People can surprise you sometimes, honey. She spoke softly, her eyes filling up. Please go to sleep, Andrew silently implored her, he couldn t deal with tears. I m pretty sure I know my mom and she s an amazing woman. You re a good son. Mom touched his cheek. Will you do something for me? Anything you need. He instantly regretted his words considering some of the things she d blurted out tonight. Will you sleep with me? What? Would you spend the night in bed with me? she didn t seem to notice his reaction. I don t want to be alone tonight. That s kind of um, weird, mom. No, it s pathetic is what it is. She lowered her head But Im feeling pretty pathetic right now. She looked up at him, Please? I m so tired of feeling lonely. Dad s only gone for a couple nights mom. I m alone even when he s here. She shrugged, then gave him a sad smile. But never mind, you re right. I m being a loser. Don t say that mom. His heart went out to her. His mother was always so strong and self-assured. It bothered him to see her like this. And sure, if it will make you feel better, I ll stay with you. Really? her eyes lit up. Can t have you being lonely now can we? he winked. And I can tell my friends I spent Friday night with a sexy older woman. Andrew figured it wasn t the smartest thing to say seeing how raunchy she d been, but in her current state he felt she needed some assurance. Tell them you bang ed some drunk slutty cougar? Mom s smile made his comment worth it. You re not slutty, just drunk. He pointed out. You need to change. Right, can t sleep in this. She looked down at the dress. Funny how the less material a dress is the more it costs. Take your word for it. I haven t been dress shopping in a while. Good thing, I don t think you have the legs for it. Mom returned the joke then grabbing the hem of her dress proceeded to pull it up.
Kristen and Justine explore their hot new lesbian relationship. Things get out of hand when they attend a Ladies Only strip club, and Kristen finds herself living out her favorite fantasy-being held captive by a gang of horny black men while she satisfies their every perverse need. Will is aroused beyond belief by the sight! Can he find a way to win her back before its too late? ----- Excerpt ----- A few days later I received a text from Kristen: Charles agreed to everything. He had a few conditions of his own. Talk later. My heart was in my throat and I was distracted for the remainder of the day. Even after a trip to the mens room to relieve myself, I was still excited. I tried to guess at Charles conditions, but it was useless, I had no way of knowing what hed demand, only what Kristen was already willing to give. What if he wanted something Kristen wasnt willing to give, one of the things wed fantasized about? Of course, once he had my wife naked and surrounded by his gang, he could just take whatever he wanted. I drove myself crazy going around and around in my head, only to become aware of my administrative assistant standing in front of my desk and looking at me funny. Are you alright? she asked. You look like something terrible just happened. Im just not feeling well, I said. Think Ill go home a little early. She looked relieved, and helped me pack a briefcase while I admired her look. Another time maybe. I sent a text to Kristen but she wasnt home when I arrived. I searched for any notes she might have written about her conversation with Charles until I finally gave up and settled down to wait for her. My heart was pounding. I was too excited to sit still and so nervous that I found myself walking through the entire house thinking about my wife...surrounded by black men...begging to be used...while all I could do was listen to her sobbing her need. I tortured myself thinking about the possibilities. I couldnt allow it to happen. I had to ask Kristen to stop, but my own need was too much. Kristen came bursting in about an hour later, her arms loaded with packages from an extensive shopping spree. Her face was red and she was out of breath, but obviously happy. Oh, Will, its going to be great. Charles has some unique ideas. Wait until you hear! Then she was off to put her packages away. I followed her into the bedroom...my patience wouldnt let me wait any longer. Kristen was wound up, putting clothes away, trying them on for me. It looked like she planned on wearing more than usual for our meeting with Charles. She didnt tell me everything, of course. She might not have known everything but she did know that their clubhouse was an old building somewhere in Oakland. Charles planned on playing a version of strip poker with her and three or four guys, and maybe another woman or two. If I insisted on being there, my job would be to play bartender and waiter, or basically a gopher. A gopher as in, Go for some beer, Will. No stripping for me. Take it or leave it. They were planning this for Friday night, so I had a couple of days to adjust to the idea. The first part of the adjusting was easy. Before she was even done telling me about her upcoming poker game, my wife was on her knees fumbling with my belt.