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The kids were going to have fun staying with their dad and that nineteen-year-old “woman” he left me for (who’s sort of like the big sister they never had). I’ll miss them, but mama needed to go out and get laid.My suitcase was stuffed with more choices than I really needed for a two-night trip, but to hell with it – there were probably all kinds of guys you could meet at a wine tasting and I wanted to be prepared. The event was set up by some local wineries and held at a small casino a couple of hours’ drive from me. I planned to chill out Friday night, sleep in late Saturday morning, and then gamble and people-watch until the first session at two in the afternoon. I bought a second ticket, for six o’clock, just in case. The whole thing was repeated on Sunday but I intended to be on the road again, satisfied, right after checkout.I drove down the interstate barefoot, singing loudly and off-key with whatever came on the radio. The only reason I brought my phone was in case the kids needed me and I vowed I wouldn’t touch it otherwise. More cars passed me than I passed because the cruise control was set to exactly the speed limit. The ex hated it when I drove the limit.~~~Breakfast on Saturday was a last-minute hotel muffin with surprisingly good coffee. I scouted the casino floor to get an idea as to the types of men I might find at the tasting and hoped to God that they were completely different from what I found. After a little more gambling and a light lunch, I went to my room to change.I stretched on some very tight, very flattering black leggings. My ruby-colored tunic was too short and its top button wouldn’t stay closed (especially when I wore a push-up), which is why it was my favorite. I have a hard time finding booties because I don’t like chunky, clunky heels but I loved my burgundy ones with their two-inch spikes. After pulling my hair up into a pony, I checked myself out in the mirror.If I had a penis (and it was really, really, really obvious that I didn’t), I’d do me.The early returns were not promising, even after I flirted with the servers at the booths for more generous wine pours so I could lower my standards. Oh, there were plenty of men there and plenty of good-looking ones but there were also plenty of girlfriends and wives and boyfriends and husbands. My love of wine had apparently prevented me from thinking this through. I was probably the only person here using a modest wine-tasting as a singles’ event.I thought my luck had changed when a cute guy in jeans and a blazer asked me about the pinot noir I had just sampled. We were comparing notes on that and a few others when a plain woman wrapped her arm around his. She had light-brown shoulder-length hair and wore a simple dress. “There you are, Matthew, flirting with another pretty girl.” I was about to excuse myself when she extended a hand. “I’ll bet this reprobate has failed to introduce himself. I’m Sue and this is Matt.”“Hi Sue, I’m Kelly and I’ll give him credit – he did introduce himself.” Sue playfully chastised him for wandering off, he shot back that it was her fault for not keeping her eye on him, and I looked for a way out. Ankara bayan escort Doing my best not to be rude, I flatly stated I was going to the next booth. They followed.I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but Matt picked up our conversation right where we left off and I was enjoying myself. Sue took tiny sips from the tiny cups and her tiny smile suggested that she was okay with it. When we were done at that table, he escorted me with a light touch on the small of my back to the next display as Sue toddled behind. When the session came to a close, I said my goodbyes, hoping I’d find someone like Matt (only single) at the next one.“Have dinner with me,” he said. I glanced at Sue, who seemed to be patiently, silently waiting for my answer.“I would like to have dinner with the two of you but I’m attending the next session too and was just planning on grabbing a snack.”“We’re going around again as well! It’s my treat, I insist.”I acquiesced and was glad I did. Matt was intelligent, charming, and easy on the eyes. Sue stayed out of the conversations for the most part, even when Matt rarely tried to include her. When we all went back to the tastings together, everyone thought that Matt and I were the couple while Sue orbited at a distance.Getting picked up wasn’t going to happen as I thought, but that was fine. I hadn’t had a man pay so much attention to me out of bed in a long time.I left to pee and Sue surprised me when I came out of the stall – I hadn’t thought to ask if she wanted to come along.“About Matt…”“Look, I apologize that I took up so much of his time,” I said. “You’ve been very nice about it all and I’ll leave him to you.”She blocked my way out, standing nose to nose. She touched her fingertips to my cheek and said, “Matt is going to offer you his room key. Take it.” To say I was stunned would be putting it mildly. She turned to face me as she opened the door to leave. “I’m a very sound sleeper.”I paused, then got intercepted as soon as I walked out onto the floor. They acted like nothing unusual was happening and I got caught up talking with him again. We went to the last two booths together just before the announcement that the event was closing for the night. While Sue paid for the last of their many bottles, Matt held his key card out for me.“Four-one-six. Come be with me tonight.”I took it. I took it from him and hid it when Sue came closer. Quietly, he added, “she’s a very sound sleeper,” and then louder, “It was a pleasure meeting you today, Kelly.”I knew before they were out of my sight that I would be in his bed tonight.Half of my clothes were still in my suitcase and the other half was strewn on my bed, including my plaid schoolgirl skirt. My ex liked that. He liked any short, flared skirt or dress but he didn’t like push-up bras or cleavage. I don’t have much upstairs, there’s more now after the pregnancies, but I like to show off the girls now and then. We got married when I was barely twenty-three yet mature for my age, so I was told, and marrying a man more than ten years older seemed fine. Now a girl half his age was living with him and Escort bayan Ankara I was picking out the clothes I wanted to take off before some stranger fucks me.I stripped, brushed my teeth, and got dressed: bikini panties in place of my thong, a tacky jean skirt, and a cami with a built-in shelf bra. I shook out my ponytail and ran my fingers through my hair – there was no need to waste time brushing it. I marked my own keycard with an ‘x’ and slipped them both into my skirt’s pocket. Flip-flops were enough and I headed out and up a floor.My better sense stepped aside as I silently let myself in. A single light above the door illuminated Matt in his pajama bottoms. He was big-chested with a flat tummy. His love handles were more a result of his age than his weight. The fabric clung nicely to his round backside and tighter to the fat serpent crawling down his pant leg. I gave him a little wave and a smile.“Come in.” His voice was hushed but he did not whisper. He handed me a plastic juice cup and took a sip from his. “I think this was one of the ones you particularly liked.” It was. I looked over my cup at Sue, on the far side of the bed with her back towards us, her chest rising and falling with a steady, hypnotic rhythm.“She won’t bother us.” He took my wine, crossed my arms in front of me, and together we lifted my cami over my head. He kissed me while I was restrained and I relaxed my arms, kissing him back. He stripped the cami from my wrists and I draped them around his shoulders and neck, never breaking the kiss.He pulled our naked torsos together and I stole a breath before driving my tongue back in. His trouser snake was no longer dormant and I ground my panties against it under my skirt. He unbuttoned and dropped it and I immediately pulled my panties down. He stood, motionless, patient. I took the hint and pulled his pants down, squatting face to face with his cock, licking the underside before stuffing it into my throat.“That’s right,” he sighed and stroked my hair. “I knew you’d be a good cocksucker.”Yesterday, I might have been offended by that. But right then, he made me want to try even harder. He tapped the cup to my cheek to offer me more wine before getting back to business.“How wet are you?”I looked up at him, nodded, then popped his cock from my lips. “Wet.”He gave a fistful of my hair the gentlest of tugs to let me know to stand. “Good.” He aimed me toward the bed, directly at Sue, and slid his cock between my legs from behind. His cock was nestled between my lips, not really inside me, and he humped me and bumped my clit. I tried to push it inside, I needed him to be in, but he wouldn’t let me. When I whimpered, when he made me whimper, he pulled away and used fingers from both hands to fuck me, wedging his cock between my ass cheeks.I came.There was no buildup other than my frustration, no warning, no tingling of the nether regions. He just slapped me with an orgasm. I moaned, stifled myself because his wife was there, then moaned again louder because I didn’t care.He released me to recover and handed me my wine, which I was too out of breath Bayan escort Ankara to drink. Matt took a sip, made me take a sip, then told me to get on the bed. I didn’t know where he wanted me so I lay there, inches from his sleeping wife, and spread my legs. He crawled between them, fluffed the pillows behind me, and lifted me by my ass to half sit, half lay. Then he shoved my ankles against my butt and wrapped my hands around them.“Hold on,” he said and easily slid that thick cock up my cunt. That push, that stroke, that thrust was all it took to tell me that this man knew how to fuck. He was rough but never too rough. I wanted to play with my tit but he moved my hand away. “I want to see them bounce,” he said. If this fucking was all about him, well, that was okay ‘cause this time there was a buildup and I had plenty of warning. He didn’t slow down and I didn’t let go of my ankles.As the stars in front of my eyes flickered out, I thought I heard Sue stir. She was still on her side, mostly still, but I could see her shoulder jerking. That’s when Matt yanked me flat on my back and thrust with a new purpose while nibbling my neck and preventing me from looking in her direction. I hugged his waist with my legs and made him work for every backstroke.I felt his growl behind my ear and his every pulse when he came deep inside me. “Baby, I’m so close,” I whispered and he answered my plea with rapid-fire stabs until I thanked God and him. He rolled off of me and I squeezed myself shut, trying to breathe like a normal person.“That was, weird, and wonderful,” I said. “I’ll head out now and, thanks for dinner and everything.”“Don’t go yet. Rest a minute.”A minute wouldn’t hurt anything I figured, especially after he pulled the blankets over my shoulders and spooned me.~~~I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee, lying on the wet spot. Matt was shirtless in jeans, reading his tablet in the chair by the window. The wine cups were gone, and my clothes were folded, on the dresser. Maybe Sue was in the bathroom, I reasoned.“The kids!” I said aloud. I debated whether modesty was necessary as I sat up; my phone was back in my room.“Your phone is next to you on the nightstand.”I was relieved and creeped out because I knew I hadn’t brought my phone up here. I jogged to the bathroom – Sue wasn’t there. I saw an unread text that I figured was from the kids and felt horrible. It was from my ex and it said, “sure grate were having fun.” That made no sense until I scrolled back. Apparently, I had texted him and asked if he could watch them one more night. I wrapped a towel around myself and scowled at Matt.“I hope you don’t mind.”I didn’t know how to answer, so I asked where Sue was.“I can’t make you spend the night tonight, but I really enjoyed you. Would you like to fuck again before our shower, during or after?” he asked as he dropped his drawers – he was going commando.“During,” I stuttered. I got the water going. I didn’t want to know where Sue was anymore.~~~Most of my clothes had been moved to Matt’s room. Some of Sue’s were there as well. He was watching me as I chose and dressed. One of Sue’s prettier dresses caught my eye, with capped, draping sleeves and a floral print. I was tempted to go braless but I had an unlined one that worked well. I was surprised that she had such a sexy pair of blush-colored sandals and they suited the dress. I don’t know if I was dressing for him or me but I was happy when he told me I looked nice.

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