12 comments/ 79877 views/ 17 favorites Divorced, Mother, Prostitute By: JRaven Betsy worked in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on lunch. Dan would arrive in about ten minutes. With the spaghetti sauce on a low simmer, she moved to the bathroom to touch up her make up. Applying a little eye shadow, she reviewed the events that led to her current situation. Betsy and Dan married the summer after graduating high school. About five years after Dan graduated college, and after two kids, they both realized that they married too early. The divorce was amicable and friendly. Dan was always good for the child support. For her part though, Betsy was only able to get a waitress job. She was 38 and didn't have a pension, health insurance that she had to pay for herself, and not much of a chance of things getting any better. When she refused to bed the owner of the dive she worked for shortly after the divorce, she was fired. It turned out to be a blessing though, she was able to get job at one of the classier restaurants in town, owned by a pair of former football players. The pay still sucked, but the tips were great. Things were good for a while. But as the kids got older and prices for everything steadily climbed, the bills started getting tighter and tighter. When she asked Dan if she could have the child support early, he agreed to bring it over during lunch on her off day. She made him lunch to show him her appreciation. Now, once a month, Dan comes by with the check and Betsy makes him lunch. The doorbell rang promptly at 12:10 and the door opened. Having lived in the house, Dan didn't feel he needed Betsy to open the door for him. A quick dab of lipstick and Betsy stepped out of the bathroom to greet him. "Hi, Dan. I made spaghetti for lunch" Dan paused to admire his ex-wife, remembering the reason he married her. He liked the long, blonde hair, the 36C tits, wondered if she was wearing panties under the knee length skirt Betsy was wearing. "Heh, Betsy. Sounds good. Did you make iced tea?" Dan asked as he went into the kitchen. Betsy headed toward the stove. "In the fridge." Taking bowls and a plate from the cabinets, she transferred lunch to serving bowls. Dan admired her ass as she bent down to get the garlic cheese bread out of the oven. The bread went to the plate and she cut it as Dan finished pouring two glasses of the iced tea and sat down. Betsy had already set the table, so all she had to do was put lunch on the table. Dan's check was already setting on the table as well. As they ate, they talked about the kids. Connie was in college; Jason was getting ready to graduate high school. They no longer traded weekends with the kids. They were old enough that when they wanted to visit Dad. They went to his downtown condo. They finished eating and Betsy walked Dan to the door. "Dan, with Jason graduating next month, I was wondering if you could spare an extra hundred so I could get him something nice?" Betsy asked. Dan sighed. "The only part about our lunches that I don't like is that almost every time, you ask for more. First it was an extra twenty for this or that. Then it was a hundred for dance lessons, a hundred for football equipment, a hundred here, a hundred there. Well, I would like a blow job." Betsy was stunned and stared at Dan, her jaw slack. Dan had never before asked for sex during one of their lunches. They divorced as friends, but certainly not as lovers. Betsy knew Dan had had girlfriends. The kids had mentioned them to her. First with accusation, but as they got older, with a hint, Mom should get out. Betsy didn't date right after the divorce. First, it was the kids. She wasn't sure how to explain to them about Mommy going on a date. It wasn't for lack of opportunities. She was often propositioned by customers at the restaurant. But abstaining for the kids for so long, she found it easier to just imagine herself with the customer as she pleasured herself when she got home. Besides, this way, she never had to worry about a relationship failing and the attendant heartache. What the hell, Betsy thought. It's not like I've never sucked him off before. Betsy slowly knelt down, holding the top of his pants for support. Pinching Dan's buckle and the top of his pants, Betsy unzipped his pants. She stared at his crotch, not wanting to look up to see or even know about the big grin on Dan's face. Reaching in, she could feel Dan's cock already getting hard. Once out, she looked at the familiar cock. The last time she saw a man's cock was when she was married to this one. She slowly stroked it as it continued to stiffen. Then Betsy went down on Dan's cock. She savored the feeling of him in her mouth. More than once when two guys would flirt with her as she waited their table, she would go home and fantasize about sucking one while fucking the other. Now she had a real cock in her mouth again. "Damn." Dan said. "If I had known you would be this easy, I would have asked to fuck you." "Mmm," Betsy softly moaned. Only the cock in her mouth kept her from voicing her thoughts. Oh, to have this cock in my pussy again. Betsy pulled her head back, taking Dan's cock out of her mouth with a slurp. Keeping one hand on his cock, she stood up and turned around. She started to lead Dan by his cock to the bedroom, but Dan couldn't keep close enough. His cock slipped from her hand, but he was still following her. In silence, Dan kicked off his shoes as he watched Betsy unzip her skirt. He was only a little disappointed that she was wearing cotton panties. With his pants off, he had to put his cock back in his underwear to remove them. His dick was so hard it almost hurt as he watched the panties slide down. He still sometimes thought about Betsy as he was boning the girlfriend of the moment. Betsy sat on the bed, watching Dan take of his shirt and undershirt, waiting for him to join her on the bed. But Dan wanted to see those tits again. In only his socks, Dan stepped up to her and lifted her blouse over her head. Reaching around, he undid her bra and slid it down her arms. The sight of her tits made him want to fuck her even more. Dan caught Betsy legs in his arm and lifted them to the bed. Leaning over, he took a nipple in his mouth. Sucking on the nipple, it responded, stiffening, trying to reach deeper into his mouth. He cupped the other breast in his hand as he lifted a knee to the bed. Keeping her nipple in his mouth, Dan laid next to Betsy. His hand left her breast to caress her body. Up and down his hand went, but never back up as far as it had been and always lower than the previous stroke. With slow, short, gentle strokes, he made his way down her body. Betsy placed a hand behind Dan's head. When his hand reached her bush, she instinctively spread her legs, inviting his hand between her legs. Dan rubbed her with his open hand, working his middle finger between her lips. Betsy caught her breath when his finger reached her clit. Having reached his target, Dan's finger slowly worked circles around her clit. He moved his mouth to Betsy's far breast, partially laying on her. Soon, Betsy's hips started rocking. It was the first time in years that she was getting off, and not doing it herself. Betsy hugged Dan's head tighter into her tit as the first orgasm swept through. Dan knew she had cummed and was pleased with himself. He looked up at Betsy's face, only to see her eyes closed, and a contented smile. He slipped his finger from her clit to inside her. Kissing his way down her body, he shifted his body until he was between her legs. Betsy remembered the pleasure she always got from Dan's tongue and was happy to experience it again. Dan's kisses kept their course until he kissed her clit. "Oh, yes. Eat my pussy," Betsy begged. It was the first thing they said to each other since Dan asked for the blowjob. First teasing it with the tip of his tongue, then with the gentle roughness of his taste buds, Dan massaged Betsy's clit. His finger was still inside her. But having to lay on his arm, he could finger fuck her. Instead, he used a trick he had learned with Betsy long ago. He curled his finger up, as if trying to touch his tongue with it. It only took 30 seconds of Dan's tongue on her clit, his finger on her g-spot to make another orgasm rack Betsy's body. Dan renewed the pleasure he always got when he made Betsy buck her hips uncontrollably. Dan wanted to give her another orgasm, but knew that he would eventually have to go back to work. It wasn't a problem for him to take a long lunch. But he would still be expected to show up sometime. He kissed his way back up her body. He crawled as he kissed his way up, stopping just below her neck. Looking down at his ex-wife, Dan slipped his cock into her slick pussy. Dan lifted his body up on his arms and looked down at Betsy. Pumping his cock in and out of her cunt, he watched her tits jiggle from the fucking he was giving her. They jiggled faster and faster, then stopped. Dan held his cock hard and deep into Betsy's cunt as his own orgasm shot his cum into her. Dan lowered his full weight on Betsy's body and nuzzled the nape of her neck. Slowly moving in and out of her, he rested for a few moments. Dan gave Betsy's neck a quick kiss, then rolled off of her. Betsy lay naked on the bed, satisfied as she watched Dan get dressed. When Dan finished dressing, he reached into his wallet. He had started keeping a hundred dollar bill in his wallet for the monthly lunches, knowing that Betsy would ask for it. But with his youngest son getting ready to graduate, he had planned, and hoped, that this month he would get laid. He pulled out two of the bills. "The going rate for a whore is $200," Dan told Betsy as he tossed the bills on her belly. "And, you're certainly a good enough fuck deserve that." Without another word, Dan left. "Whore?" Betsy yelled when the front door closed. She was too shocked to say anything a moment ago. "I'm not a fucking whore!" She tried to yell loud enough that Dan would hear her, but knew he didn't. She lay in the bed wearing nothing but two hundred dollar bills on her stomach. Her body felt good with the completed sex. But her mind felt hurt at being called a whore. She had asked for the money like she always had, Dan was supposed to give it to her like he always did. The sex was unexpected, but good. But she didn't fuck him for the money. She fucked him for the familiar cock in her pussy. She fucked him because she wanted to get laid. No, she wasn't a whore. She would just ignore Dan's comment and feel good about having had sex. When Jason got home from school, he recognized that his mother was in a good mood as she got ready for work. Colleen had called in sick and Betsy would have to cover for her. At work, Betsy was happy. Jack, one of the regular customers that Betsy often waited on, mentioned her bubbly attitude. Then in a lower voice, he asked her if she had gotten laid before work, or if she had taken the busboy to the storeroom. Betsy smiled at the comment, but didn't say anything. Two weeks later, Betsy began to think about Dan's next visit. Should she deny Dan lunch, just taking his check and sending him on his way? No, she would make lunch for him. And, she would fuck him again. She would be Dan's whore if that were what he wanted. If he kept giving her sex like they had last month, he could call her anything he wanted. And the $200 wasn't bad either. It would certainly help when the weather got warmer and she started air conditioning. On lunch day, Betsy opted to make frozen potpies. They wouldn't require a lot of preparation and she could spend the time getting ready. She picked out a matching set of red bra and Rio style panties. Red was Dan's favorite color. She wore a red, sleeveless dress that buttoned all the way down the front. Usually, she wore tights under it because it was so short. But instead, this time she left a few of the bottom buttons undone. She also unbuttoned the top few so that her bra was just barely visible when she looked at herself in the mirror. If it were a whore Dan wanted, it would be a whore that he got. Anticipating Dan's arrival, Betsy was waiting in the living room when Dan rang, then walked in at 12:10. Just like always. Dan noticed his ex-wife's outfit, but made no comment. As they ate lunch, they talked about the kids like they always did. Connie's plans for the summer, the gift that Betsy got for Jason's graduation present. With lunch finished, Dan stood up. "Well," Dan started, "I have to get back to the office." Betsy quickly stood and stepped up to Dan. "Do you have to leave so soon?" she asked as she wrapped one arm around him, the other found Dan's cock through his pants. Dan put up a hand and gently moved Betsy away from him. "Not this time, Betsy," he told her. "There won't be any extra money this time. I had a date last night and already got laid. But I promise to work out something next week." Dan walked around her and left Betsy standing in the kitchen. Is that what the sex was about last month? Betsy wondered. I get extra money if you get sex. But if you don't want sex, I don't get anything. Betsy wasn't sure what Dan meant by 'next week', but decided that she would be even more of a whore next week. She went to her bedroom to change before Jason got home. Betsy had decided to wear a short skirt, a halter-top since the weather was getting hot, and high heels. Instead of the red underwear she wore last week, this week she wouldn't wear any. Maybe she would be sitting at the table with her legs crossed, foot to knee. That way when Dan walked in, he would be able to see her pussy. The day before, she prepared the lasagna dish. All Dan's favorite dish needed was a few minutes in the oven. Betsy showered two hours before Dan would be there, excited about seeing him twice in one month. She flirted with the idea that she might be falling in love with him again. But she quickly dismissed it. They were friends. But she did enjoy having sex with him. No sooner had she finished drying herself off, the phone rang. Wrapping the towel around her as she headed for her bedroom, she sat on the bed and answered it. Caller ID showed it to be the company where Dan worked. "Hello," she said into the receiver. "Hi, is this Betsy? This is Bill. I work with Dan," the voice at the other end said. Quickly, a seven-year-old mental picture of a tall, handsome guy with short, dark hair appeared in her mind. She remembered meeting him at a company picnic of Dan's. "Yes, this is Betsy," she said, wondering what was up. "Yea, well, Dan had mentioned that you were, huh, making some extra money. Providing lunch and, huh, a little more for $300?" Bill said as much as asked. "A little more?" Betsy asked, wondering what the little more was. "Yea, and he said you had a pair of the nicest tits that he'd seen." Dan calling her a whore the last month quickly flashed in her mind. Then she remembered him promising to 'work out something'. Dan was pimping her out to his co-workers, the asshole. Three hundred dollars? "Well..." Betsy said, stalling for thinking time. Dan no doubt knew about her lack of boyfriends as much as she knew about the girlfriends that he had had. "Do you like lasagna?" Betty asked him. It was about time she fucked somebody new. "Love it. What time should I come over?" "I'll see you at noon." "Great! I already got directions from Dan." "Okay, bye." And Betsy made a kiss noise just before hanging up. Three hundred bucks would make it possible for her to get her car the tune up it desperately needed and an oil change. And, speaking of change, she would have a little of that left over. Betsy pulled off the towel and went to her dresser. She put on the skirt, without panties. Betsy felt oddly excited. She was going to have a man in her house that she barely met years ago. She didn't really know him. And he wasn't just going to be in her house. He was going to cum into her house, cum into her bedroom, cum into her. She was going to fuck somebody she didn't even know. And the more she thought about it, the more crazy she thought herself to be. And, the wetter her pussy got. She hoped her nipples would show through the halter-top she put on. She changed shoes, choosing a higher heel. She changed the halter-top, picking out an old white one. She remembered that she had quit wearing it because it was so thin her nipples showed through when the light was right. When the Noon News came on the living room television, Betsy turned it off. In the kitchen, she checked the lasagna. It was done, so she turned it down to keep it warm. Betsy expected Bill to come at 12:10, just like Dan. But the doorbell rang just after noon. At first she waited, in the habit of Dan coming in. As she walked to the door, she wished she had been watching out the window to get a glimpse of him first. Betsy took a deep breath, and asked herself if she really wanted to do this. No, she told herself. But last months sex had reawakened something in her. But she was jilling daily since she had sex with Dan last month. And it wasn't the best way to have sex. Betsy then opened the door. Bill was still tall, but his dark hair had started to gray. She guessed that he was about 55 to her 38. And, she decided that he was still handsome. "Bill?" she asked. "Yes," Bill answered nervously. Bill looked Betsy up and down, surprised she was as pretty as she was, and surprised she was dressed as she was. Bill had never been with an escort. But when Dan had mentioned this to him, he decided at the time that it would be neat to screw his co-worker's former wife. Betsy was surprised that Bill was as nervous as she was. After a few awkward moments, she stepped back to allow Bill in. "So, huh, do we eat first, or what?" Bill asked Betsy. "How about after?" Betsy suggested. "It'll give us a chance to get to know each other first. Besides, I want to make sure you have your strength up for later." Betsy turned and went into the kitchen, Bill followed her. He watched the skirt sway back and forth just under her ass and thought to himself what a great ass it was. Knowing he would be fucking it sooner or later made him hard. Betsy knew how to tease a man in order to get a good tip. When she bent down to get the lasagna out of the oven, she wondered how much ass she would show. Would Bill know she wasn't wearing any panties? The hand on her ass surprised her. When she startled, she nearly dropped the dish. Betsy realized that whether or not Bill saw her ass, he knew now that she wasn't wearing panties. Betsy set the dish on the stove and turned around. She noticed the good size tent in his pants. "Anything I can help with?" Bill asked her, taking his hand back. Betsy handed him the potholders, "You could set this on the table while I get some bread. What would you like to drink?" "It doesn't really matter," Bill replied. "Whatever you have is good." Betsy thought for a moment, then got down two wine glasses. "I don't have the best wine, but I think you could use a drink." The fact that Betsy could use the drink as well wasn't lost on either of them. She set the glasses and bottle on the table and went back for the saucer of bread. Peeling the top off the tub of margarine, she placed it all on the table. Bill was already pouring the wine. "This wine isn't that bad," Bill argued. Not that Betsy was going to argue about it. She liked it, so that was what she bought. Betsy thought about what her customers talked about when they flirted with her. There were three things that they usually talked about. Sports, because it was a sports themed restaurant. Their work, because men are more married to their careers then to their wives. And sex, because that's all men think about when their not engaging in sports to impress women or working to spend money on women in an attempt to impress them. Divorced, Mother, Prostitute The sex would happen soon enough, and Betsy knew her house wasn't a sports themed restaurant. "So, how's work going for you?" she asked Bill. "Not too bad. Working with Dan makes it easier. He's such a cut up sometimes." Bill said with a chuckle. He was taunting Betsy a little. Having Dan's ex-wife sitting across the table from him in little clothing made him feel good about himself. "Yea, Dan's a cut up sometimes," Betsy agreed, thinking of how she came to be pantyless, serving lunch to Bill. "And, he always makes a point to let me know when a good skirt comes by our area." "That's Dan. Ever the pervert." "So tell me, just what can I get away with?" Bill asked. "Like what?" Betsy countered. "Missionary or doggie?" Bill asked. He decided to ease her into things. "I'm going to need something before we talk sex." Betsy told him, reminding him of the money. Bill reached into his suit jacket pocket and took out and envelope. He set it on the table and slid it to Betsy. Betsy picked up the envelope and opened it. There were a bunch of twenties in it. She thought it would be tacky to take it out and count it. She decided that she would just have to trust that there would be enough in it. She rifled through them once and decided that the whole wad was twenties. Good enough for her. "Either position is fine by me." Bill waited to finish chewing the bite he had in his mouth. "How about those tits. I can almost see your nipples. But I'd love to eat while looking at them." Betsy set her wine glass down and reached behind her neck. Pulling on the strings, she let the top slowly and seductively fall to her waist. With a smile, Betsy told him, "well, you paid for them. I can take the skirt off as well if you me to right now." "No, leave the skirt on. It's not like I can't get to you if you are wearing it. Besides, I like the idea of lifting up your skirt and taking you from behind. God, those are nice tits!" "Suit yourself," Betsy told him. "I feel damn near naked anyway." Betsy was warming quickly to the idea of fucking him. He was handsome and she was getting paid to fuck him. "Well, I'm sure you're not cold sitting there like that," Bill told her as he stood up. "I'm feeling getting warm!" Bill took off his suit coat and first loosening, then lifted his tie over his head. He placed both on a chair. "Actually, I thought it was a little cool in here. But, I guess it's just you that have made my nipples as hard as your cock." Bill blushed a little as he looked down at the bulge that was obvious. "Dan was right," Bill said as he looked back up at Betsy. "Those are great tits!" Bill remembered a company picnic when he was mildly jealous of Dan when he first met Betsy. When next his wife had given him a blowjob, he closed his eyes and imagined seeing Betsy's blonde hair draped across his legs and her lips took him in. He smiled at the thought of her sucking him off. "I do hope you give head," he told her. "You mean Dan hasn't mentioned it? Actually, I'm sitting here thinking your cum is going to be delicious." Betsy raised her eyebrows as Bill started to unbutton his shirt. She heard his shoes drop to the floor. Bill pulled off his shirt and then his undershirt. "But you do have to finish your lunch first," Betsy added. "Otherwise, you won't get dessert," she told him with an overly maternal tone. "And just what is dessert?" Bill asked, not expecting that course of the meal. With a devilish grin, Betsy replied, "Me," just before taking a sip of wine. She set her glass down. Standing, she refilled both glasses. remembering the halter-top that was still around her body, she untied the strings around her. She placed her top on top of the pile of Bill's clothes that were on the other chair. She lifted the back of her skirt and sat down, her bare ass on the cool chair. But she was letting Bill know that he could lift her skirt and fuck her from behind if that was his pleasure. "Man! I wish my wife would act as sexy as you," Bill told her. Betsy had forgotten that Bill was married. She looked at his left hand and saw the ring. "I've always wanted to just lift my wife's skirt, see her sexy ass, and stick my dick in," Bill added. A snippet of conversation with Jack at the restaurant went through her mind. When he was in with a group of friends that were all flirting with her, she asked Jack why he was flirting with her, being married. Jack replied that sex with a wife gets boring. Wives tend not to share new ideas of sex with their husbands because they fear appearing slutty to their husbands. And when husbands ask for something new, their accused of learning it from another woman. But having sex with her would be great because they could both share fantasies without fear. Betsy decided to share a fantasy. "I've always wanted to be held against a wall, my skirt lifted up, and taken up the ass. Something about being forced into anal sex, a hard cock cumming in my ass always made my pussy wet." Betsy finished the last bite of the small portion of lasagna that she had given herself. She washed it down with another sip of the wine. Bill nearly choked on the idea of fucking Betsy's ass. Never before had a woman talked so openly about sex with him. Not even his wife. Just the idea of fucking Betsy in the ass was nearly enough to make him cum. He looked at the pretty vamp in front of him. Her elbows were on the table, her hands fisted, and her chin resting on them. Betsy smiled at him as he ate. Bill ate more quickly, hoping to finish sooner. Then he had another thought. "Seems you've finished your lunch. Would you like dessert?" Bill asked Betsy. It only took Betsy a moment to realize what dessert was. She walked around the table and knelt down next to Bill. Not repeating what she had done for Dan a little more than a month ago, Betsy unbuckled Bill's pants, unbuttoned them. Slowly, seductively, looking up at him with a smile, she unzipped them. "Stand up for a sec," she instructed Bill. Bill stood and Betsy pulled his pants and underwear to his knees. Bill sat back down and watched, no longer really interested in lunch. Betsy was at first amazed. Bill's long cock was huge compared to Dan's. She wondered if her abstinence was really worth it. She wondered as to its size. She wasn't experienced at guessing cock lengths. But, she did know how long a dollar bill was and knew that it was just a little more than six inches long. She took Bill's cock in her hand. She decided that it was probably about two inches longer than a dollar bill. That meant that she was now holding an eight-inch cock. Plenty of guys had bragged to her about having an eight inch cock or even longer. None of them admitted to having just an average cock of six inches, let alone a cock that countered this big one to come up with an average of six. Suddenly, she felt sorry for all the women whose men had a four-inch cock to counter all the ones with eight inches. Then she decided the hell with them. If Bill's wife had this cock and didn't know how to appreciate it, then Betsy was going to fuck the hell out of it and appreciate it. Betsy quickly kissed the tip of the cock. Then she gently pulled off Bill's pants, folded them, and placed them on the seat of the chair where the rest of Bill's clothes were. Then she pulled down and off his underwear. She tossed them in the general direction of the chair, not concerned where they went. Bill was naked, hard, and tasty looking before her. "You think my tits are great," Betsy told Bill, "this is one beautiful cock!" She bent over his lap and gobbled the monster cock. Bill gasped at the enthusiasm of Betsy's attentions. He momentarily caused her to pause as he pushed his chair back, then slumped in the chair to give her better access to him. She bobbed her head, sometimes turning it to twist his cock in her mouth. Bill watched the long blonde hair swaying. He started to run his fingers through as Betsy sucked him off. He pulled his fingers through, catching errant strands until it was all stretched out to the small of her back. Then he caught all of it at the nape of Betsy's neck. Holding his hand in a very loose circle, Bill ran Betsy's hair over her shoulder, between her and himself. Then he fanned it out on his thigh. Betsy had felt Bill playing with her hair. At first, she wondered if he would pull on it. But when Bill put it on his leg, she realized the he must like the feel of her hair on his skin. Betsy slowed her movements. But, she also exaggerated the movements, trying to get the hair to move even more for Bill. "Oh, yeah," Bill sighed. He looked down at the blonde hair, moving against his leg and wished for more. He realized it was long enough for another fantasy of his. Bill gathered the hair off his leg. "Here, wrap it around my balls, my cock." Betsy decided that Bill had a hair fetish. She took her hair from him. Not sure how to wrap it around his balls, she wrapped it once around the lower portion of his cock. She hated hiding the beautiful thing, but she knew she couldn't suck that far down anyway. With the remainder of her hair, she pushed it under Bills nuts, then cupped them, holding her hair against his balls. Going back to his cock, Betsy watched to make sure she didn't pull her own hair. Then she reached up with her other hand. Betsy used the hair around Bill's cock to stroke the lower half while she sucked on the top half. "Oh, fuck yes. If my wife would do this for me, I wouldn't be here," Bill informed Betsy as he enjoyed the hairy blowjob. He watched the greatest blowjob of his life, amazed that he was finally experiencing it. The sensations of Betsy's hair on the lower part of shaft, her lips wrapped tightly around the middle, and her tongue beating on the very tip of his cock started to send him over the edge. Betsy sensed he was ready to cum, but didn't want to finish him this way. She wanted to use the condom in her cunt. But when she tried to lift up, Bill pushed her head back down on his cock. Realizing that she was going to have to finish, Betsy worked hard at coaxing Bill's cum from his balls. She stroked him harder and faster, even squeezed a little on his balls. "Holy shit, this is so fucking great! Suck me, suck me off!" Bill grunted. Bill had the foresight to move his hand to Betsy's back so that he didn't choke her with his cock. He had always wondered if that one time with his wife was the reason he only got head from her after months and months of begging, cajoling, pleading. Betsy felt the first blast of cum hit the back of her throat. She moved up enough to hold just the most sensitive head in her mouth, softly moaning to let the vibrations heighten Bill's orgasm. Giving his cock a final, hard suck, Betsy took his cock out of her mouth. Swallowing his cum before she spoke, Betsy told Bill, "thanks for dessert." "That has to be the best blow job I have ever had. What the fuck's wrong with Dan anyway?" Bill said. Betsy chose not to say anything about Dan. Bill reached forward and pushed his plate and wine glass out of the way. He looked down at Betsy. She was now kneeling beside him again, straightening her hair over her shoulder, covering one tit with it. Bill tapped the table. "Okay, now it's time for my dessert. Have a seat up here." Betsy took the hand Bill offered and stood up. Sidestepping between Bill and the table, she placed both hands behind her on the table. Lifting her ass up, she sat on the table in front of him. She left the skirt down this time, knowing that Bill would want to lift it himself. Bill hefted Betsy's calves, caressing them before placing her feet on his knees. Then he spread his legs, causing hers to spread as well. The skirt bowed down between Betsy's legs, hiding her pussy from Bill. She leaned back a little, moving her arms behind her to hold herself up. Bill continued to caress her calves when he kissed the inside of her knee. Then he turned his head and kissed the inside of the other knee. He ran his hands up the front of her calves, then over her knees as he kissed the inside of her thighs. A little closer to where her legs met, he kissed her again with a little suction. He wasn't leaving hickies, just trying to taste more of her. He continued to caress the tops of her thighs as he kissed closer and closer. When he neared her skirt, he could smell the pungent odor. Again he turned his head and kissed the inside of the first thigh. Before taking his third kiss of this leg, he switched his arms so they were between her legs, rubbing the underside of thighs. He allowed his hands to come close, without actually touching her ass. Again when he reached her short skirt, he could smell her. This time, he held her skirt with his hands. Pushing his head under her skirt, he gave her another long kiss close to her pussy. At least he intended it to be a long kiss. Having her dark blonde bush just inches from his nose got to him. With his mouth open and tongue hanging out, he placed his mouth full on Betsy's cunt. The short skirt was just long enough to cover the top of his head, but it held Betsy's odor within its confines. Bill took a long sniff, then buried his nose into Betsy's cunt. Bill slid his nose up to Betsy's clit. As much as he needed to take in her smell, he also had to take in oxygen. Sticking out his tongue, he tongue fucked her as he rubbed her clit with his nose. It was something Betsy had never felt before, but she enjoyed it. Wanting to please her as she had pleased him, Bill moved his tongue to her clit. He alternated flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it. First he felt alternating pressure on his knees as Betsy started rocking her hips. Then he heard dishes moving and a noticed a shift in Betsy's ass. He hoped that any thrashing around she might of done hadn't knocked anything over. But the rocking of her hips quickened. He felt her hands on his head as she continued to buck her hips. Betsy only let out a soft moan when she relaxed her hips and legs. Knowing that she had orgasmed, Bill started to tongue fuck her again. He breathed in the odor of her fresh orgasm and only rested his nose on her sensitive clit. Only when Betsy tried to move her hips so that his tongue would be on her clit did start to rub it with his nose. But it wasn't enough for Betsy and she grabbed Bill's head. Pulling him deeper between her legs, Bill slid his tongue against her clit. Betsy relaxed her grip as Bill tongued her proper. Having orgasmed already, the second one came sooner and stronger. Betsy whimpered, bucking her hips into Bill's face. She reached up to her tits and fondled them. One still had her hair over it and she caressed her nipple with it. She left the hand with the hair on her tit and grabbed a handful of Bill's hair. Pulling, she fucked his face. "Oh my! This feels so FUCKING good!" Betsy relaxed her grip on Bill's hair. Bill quickened his tongue, rubbing her clit faster and harder, pushing his face firmly against Betsy's cunt. He moved his hands under her ass, holding her to him. "Ooh, careful!" Betsy told him. Then, "Come on, that tickles," she pleaded. But Bill wasn't giving up. Putting both hands at the top of Bill's head, she tried to push him away from her sensitive clit. "No, stop, please." Bill's tongue was sending electric shocks through her, her clit felt like it was on fire. The sensations were strong, and amazing. Betsy was no longer pushing Bill away. She moved her hands back to her tits, just holding them. She laid out on the table, amazed at what he was doing down there. Her legs started twitching and she squeezed her tits. "Oh shit... Oh shit... Oh fuck, oh fuck! Oh my, fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh please fuck me. Fuck me with that beautiful cock. Fuck me now. I need to be fucked. I need your cock in me. I need you. Fuck me. Oh, fuck me. FUCK MEEee!" Betsy's legs were twitching uncontrollably, her hips bouncing on the table. Bill tried to hold her still, but even he wasn't strong enough to tame her ass. As Betsy started to regain her composure, Bill stopped his torment of her pussy. Bill stood up and stepped against the table, between her legs. His cock stood straight up. Betsy looked down her body at the cock. She wondered what the monster would feel like in her. She reached into the small front pocket of her skirt and pulled out a condom. She handed it to Bill. Bill opened it and placed it on his dick. He rolled it down slowly, stroking himself as if teasing Betsy with its length. It didn't go all the way down. Betsy smiled at the sight. Spreading her legs wider and lifting her knees a little, she invited the cock into her pussy. The raised knees caused the skirt to slide down some and Bill flipped it up onto Betsy belly. Gazing at her pussy in full view, Bill smiled at the honey pot he was about to fill. Using a hand, Bill guided the head between Betsy's lips. He pushed his head in, surprised and pleased with the tightness. He pushed in a little more, then pulled out slightly, leaving just the head in. Then in again, deeper. Then out. In and out, he slowly worked more and more of his cock into Betsy's cunt. "Come on, fuck me with it," Betsy told him. She hooked her feet around Bill's ass and pulled him into her. "Wow!" Betsy exclaimed. She knew she wanted him in her, but didn't expect the so completely filled feeling she was experiencing. Betsy smiled at Bill, "Now fuck me good and proper." That was one instruction Bill had every intention of obeying. Lifting Betsy's thighs, he hooked his hands under them to hold her legs up. He started with slow, full thrusts, enjoying the tightness of Betsy's cunt. He watched as Betsy seductively played with her tits for his visual benefit. Moving her hair across both tits, she played hide and seek with them. But soon, she lost interest in the game. Getting fucked was a much better game. Bill continued fucking her and started to quicken his pace. But Bill knew he wouldn't last for a third go at her. And he wanted to view Betsy from a different angle. He pulled out and stepped back, offering Betsy his hand. Betsy took his hand and stood up, not sure what was next. But Bill spun her around and laid her forward on the table. The heels Betsy had on kept her ass up in the air. Even after spreading her legs apart, her ass was at just the right angle for Bill to enter her cunt from behind. Bill flipped her skirt up. Placing both hands on her ass, he admired its firmness. Bill had to bend his knees some and stoop to get his cock back to the entrance of Betsy's cunt. This time, he plunged it deep into her. "Oh yea, that's it. Fuck me!" Betsy demanded. Holding her ass, Bill fucked her for all he was worth. Slamming into her with a purpose, he fucked her hard. Betsy gripped the opposite edge of the table, awash in the pleasure of having her cunt pumped by Bill's cock. After a good five minutes of the monster cock in her cunt, Betsy felt Bill's grip on her ass getting harder. Finally, he straightened his legs, standing upright. This lifted Betsy's ass up higher, her legs off the floor. Her ass was held up by Bill's cock. "Holy shit, what a fuck!" Bill grunted, filling the condom. With her legs off the floor, Betsy curled her legs up, kicking Bill in the ass. "Don't stop, don't stop. Fuck me, keep fucking me. Give it to me, give it to me..." Betsy cried out as she tried kicking Bill harder. "Oh... Oh... OOOhhh, YOU GAVE IT TO MEEE!" Betsy relaxed her legs, letting them dangle. Bill loosened his grip on her ass, but still stood there, holding Betsy's ass in the air by his cock. Together they caught their breath. When Bill's hard on began to soften, he again bent his knees. He paused at the height Betsy needed to regain her footing, but her legs were still limp. So he bent them a little more, lowering himself enough to pull out of her. He pulled off the condom and tossed it into the trash. He bent down to the floor to pick up his underwear and when he stood back up, he found Betsy standing. He wondered if his 'just fucked grin' was as big as hers. Divorced, Mother, Prostitute "Whew!!" Betsy sighed. "Now that was one hell of a fuck!" Pulling on his underwear, Bill asked her, "You don't really do this as a side business, do you?" "No, not really..." Betsy started to answer. "Damn. I was hoping to do this again next month. But, I half figured Dan was pulling my leg, or playing a joke on both of us." Betsy picked up the envelope and looked into it again. Then she looked at Bill's crotch and told his cock, "But for you I could make an exception. Think of it, once a month, you come by, have lunch, and we fuck like rabbits. The joke would really be on Dan. Besides, if Dan had a cock like you, we'd still be married." Zipping his pants, Bill stepped to her and put his arms around her. He looked down at her, admiring how pretty she was. Betsy reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. A slight tug let Bill know he should lean down to her. They kissed, playing with each other's tongues. Breaking the kiss off after a good minute, Bill reached for his t-shirt. "You do have to promise me one thing, though," she told Bill as she turned around. She looked at him over her shoulder. Lifting her skirt, she placed a hand on each cheek of her ass. "Next time, you have to promise to fuck my ass." Standing there, buttoning his shirt and admiring the view and her sexy attitude, Bill waited for her to stand back up. With a smile that said nothing but lust, he asked, "Are you sure you can handle it?" "Well, I guess I'll just have to practice," Betsy replied. She walked over to the fruit bowl on the counter. Picking up a banana, she held it so she could look past the banana at Bill's crotch. "Nope, certainly not this one. Maybe for Dan's cock, but not yours." She picked up the biggest one, held it the same and smiled devilishly. "If it's all the same to you," he told Betsy, "I'd rather not eat that one after its been used for 'practice'." They both chuckled. If his cock weren't so totally drained, he would probably be getting hard at the thought of the banana up her ass, paving the way for his cock. Bill finished getting dressed as Betsy loaded the dishwasher. She would serve the rest of the lasagna for dinner that night. When Bill finished getting dressed, Betsy walked him to the door. Bill looked down at Betsy's tits one last time. "Next month, $300, and my dick up your ass." "Agreed." A quick kiss and Bill left. Closing the door, Betsy smiled at herself. Walking over to the table, she picked up the envelope. Counting the money, she found not $300, but $400. She felt obligated to apply the extra hundred to next months visit. She didn't think she was such a great fuck to be worth all of it. But then again... Maybe the next time Jack propositioned her, instead of the polite 'no' she always gave him, maybe she'd just tell him that it would require a bigger tip. And the next time she had sex with Dan, he'd have to wear a condom like any other john. After work, as they walked to the parking lot, Bill was able to talk to Dan about his afternoon. Bill told Dan about the teddy bear tattoo on Betsy's ass. Dan was surprised his ex-wife actually did it. Bill's only complaint was that he didn't get a chance to eat very much of the great lasagna Betsy had made. As they made their way to their separate vehicles, Bill shouted to Dan, "Oh, we're doing it again next month as well!"