3 comments/ 11747 views/ 0 favorites A Tale of Two Marital Failures Ch. 01 By: stephen55 "Good bye Dan. Take care." "Yeah, see you later Allen." Allen was Dan's good buddy. They had known each other for years and DA Tale of Two Marital Failures Ch. 01an had just been over for a beer and some guy time. Dan's wife had walked a month earlier and he was still reeling from the unexpected break up. He had been coming over to Allen's place a lot in the past month, looking for something to take his mind off his empty house. His two sons were with his ex and she was being a real bitch about visitation. His lawyer told him she was just playing hardball, trying to soften him up for a quick and generous separation agreement. A judge had already received a motion to have equal custody but it was going to take time. Until then, Dan just seethed and tried to keep his shattered life from going up in smoke. As he walked to his car, he kicked himself for the hundredth time for not having a pre-nup. Never again, he swore, but that was no help now. As he drove, he thought about how easy Allen had it. His wife Pat was gorgeous, they were still in love and his job was something he enjoyed. His only child, his daughter Marion, was a model kid. She was just going on thirteen, was a whiz at school, played several sports and never seemed to give her parents any grief. Dan's own two boys were sometimes hellions and now with the separation, they were really acting up. Twice, he had been called to the school to be talked to about proper parenting. 'Fuck you', he mentally said to the councillor who was not much older than the students and knew nothing about raising kids. 'You try it, you silly bitch. Then I'll tell you where you can get off.' It made him feel a little better to think that at least he was making every effort to keep his boys under control, even if his ex was making that difficult. He had a sudden fantasy of being called into the councillor's office again, bending her over her own desk and giving it to her from behind. 'Damn,' he thought. 't would be a thrill.' Not having had sex for the past month, he was getting a bit antsy in that department. Even Marion had looked good when she came into her father's den, asking for a quick bit of help with her math. He gave his head a shake and tried to forget how he had looked at her in a whole new way, but the image wouldn't go away. He had known Marion since her birth. He had watched her growing up and now she was becoming a young lady. Despite being just shy of fourteen, she was filling out. She was a tall girl, had long blonde hair, usually in a pony tail and her hips and breasts were coming along nicely. She was going to be a heart breaker next year at high school. Like her mother, she had a beautiful face, perfect skin and natural Hollywood teeth. Allen had commented on how a few of her grade seven class mates, boys, had been "sniffing around". He had just chuckled at that and said his daughter wasn't yet interested in boys. "And she had better stay that way," was his final opinion on the matter. Dan had refrained from saying anything about the subject as he was inwardly embarrassed at his own carnal thoughts. He had imagined Marion naked in front of him, and he had liked what his imagination had seen. 'Damn', he thought again. 'If I don't get laid soon, I'm going to make an ass of myself'. When he got home to his empty house, he opened another beer and sat in his easy chair. Newly single, he had to think about what it would take to get laid. He was forty-five, a bit paunchy after years of not paying enough attention to his body and while he had always considered himself to be reasonably handsome, his hair was thinning and a bit of grey had appeared this last year. Never having cheated on his ex, he didn't really remember how to pick up a woman. Money was tight, so going to a hooker was not an option and the thought of paying for sex with someone who might have had sex five times already that night was unappealing. Checking out the bars was an option. And there was always the internet. He had never signed up for one of those casual sex sites but now it seemed like a good idea. He logged on to the web and entered 'casual sex' into his search engine. Back came thousands of hits. Recognizing one site's name, he clicked on ANightToRemember.com and began the process of getting a membership. Damn, he thought yet again. I'm really doing this. I wonder if this type of a site really works. One way to find out, he thought and made out the online form and gave his credit card number. His ex might find the charge on the monthly statement but so what, he thought. 'What's she going to do? Leave me again?' In only a few seconds he was a paid up member and he paused. He had to create a profile, and like the site information said, he would do better if he included a picture or two. Feeling silly, he went to the men wanting women section and looked at several male profiles. Names like Stud4U and SexMachine were accompanied by pictures of erect penises and provocative, nude poses. Well, he thought, I have a digital camera and I can always call myself something like 'RetiredPornStar'. No, that was too unreal he thought. With a chuckle and entered 'FreeAtLast'. At least it was an honest nickname, he thought. 'And I can always change it'. Now for some pictures, he thought. Getting his camera, he looked around the house for a good spot to take them. His bedroom was a mess and he didn't feel like tidying it up. In front of the fireplace, he thought. Perfect. He took off his clothes and feeling a bit awkward, he took some pictures with the timer. They all looked ridiculous. He was posing as if for a family portrait but nude. Going back to the computer, he checked some more male profiles. A few of the guys had managed to look good while nude by taking suitable stances. He copied some poses he thought better than the rest and was rewarded with two images that seemed acceptable. He had waited for the erect penis shot, not really sure he wanted to include one. In for a penny, he mused and started to massage his shaft. He imagined the school councillor, her skirt up and her panties down, with his hand holding her face down over her desk. He visualized her labia and ass, open to his lust. He saw himself thrusting into her vagina, raping her as she screamed for help. Then, without any conscious desire, his fantasy switched to Marion. She was nude, sitting on him as he was lying down and she was holding open her labia as she lowered herself to his erect and throbbing cock. His masturbation got more forceful as he imagined her slowly settling over his cock and watched it disappear into her young girl vagina. The reason for his masturbation was forgotten and he imagined her, tight and virginal, slowly allowing his adult penis into her thirteen year old vagina, her face a study in pleasure as she gives up her virginity. He could almost feel his cock, squeezed by her tight, previously untouched love tunnel, and he was almost ready to come. He imagined her, slowly riding up and down, her tiny breasts flushed with the excitement. He almost heard her moans of pleasure as she gave him her very first fuck. His penis, surrounded not by a young tender vagina, but his own hand, was as thick as it had been in years. His cock head was bulging like it used to do in his own youth. He felt the orgasm rising and it seemed to climb higher than he could ever remember. It was like the feeling he used to get with wet dreams, where the rising pressure and heat seemed to go on and on. He was almost in pain when he felt the spurts of cum shooting out onto the floor. It was the best orgasm he could remember in a decade. He gasped in air and rested against the fireplace mantle. Covered in sweat, he saw cum drops on the floor, almost six feet away. 'God', he thought, 'I haven't squirted cum that far since high school.' Then he remembered the object of his fantasy. Marion, his good buddy's thirteen year old daughter, the girl who had come into the den only hours earlier for math help, the girl who was still in the seventh grade, the girl who was younger than his own two sons. 'Oh my God', he thought, 'Allen would kill me if he knew what I was thinking. And Pat would kill me, but only after she had gone over me with a baseball bat'. The taking of erect penis shots was over for the night. He put his clothes back on, cleaned up the evidence of his inappropriate lust and poured himself a stiff belt of scotch. He absentmindedly turned on the TV and channel surfed. Nothing on worth watching he decided and turned it off. His mind went back to Marion and his incredible orgasm. He sipped the liquor and tried to put the images in his head aside. It didn't work. He thought about his rape fantasy with the councillor. He even imagined giving it to her up her ass; raping a young woman in her ass. He paused in his thoughts and wondered why he didn't feel disgusted with himself. Anal rape, sex with a girl not yet into high school, sex with his good buddy's daughter. He shook his head side to side. I really need to get laid, he thought. I need it bad. He sipped more scotch and felt himself rubbing his penis through his pants. Then he glanced at his camera. Might as well get it over with, he thought, and continued to masturbate. So soon after an orgasm, he expected it would take a while to get hard again. Then he imagined Marion's mouth with his cock head inside. He thickened and lengthened in a minute. 'What is that girl doing to me?' he asked himself as he again took off his clothes. The thought of Marion giving him a blowjob worked magic. His penis was again fuller and harder than it had been for the last decade with his ex. He took a few pictures, holding the camera himself, then a few more using the timer. Examining the results, he thought that he looked reasonably well endowed. Then, thinking of scale, he took a few more with the scotch glass in his hand, close to his manhood. One looked particularly appealing, he thought. Then, letting the alcohol go to his head, he posed with the timer, taking full body shots, his erection proudly displayed as he sipped the scotch and sucked in his stomach. Now that looks good, he thought as he looked at the pictures. Back at his computer, he uploaded four. What am I he looking for, he thought as he continued to do a profile. Women, couples, two women; there were several choices. Women will do for now. What did he want? Well that was easy. Discreet encounters. He considered 'A relationship' but thought it unwise. Maybe later, perhaps. What age group was he interested in? Pre-teens were not a listed option he noticed as yet again, his mind went to Marion. No sense in being stupid and only wanting the young ones. Ages thirty to forty sounded good. Say something about yourself. 'Well', he thought,' honesty might be a good idea', so he wrote a few lines about being newly separated, having two children who were with their mother and wanting to get back into the game. When his profile was complete, he entered it. A message said to log off and re-enter if he wanted his profile to be active. Why not, he thought and did it. At the site he entered his name and password and he was in. He checked his own profile and saw his pictures. FreeAtLast was online now. He went to women looking for men, chose thirty to forty, within thirty miles. A few seconds later, there were dozens of profiles to peruse. Hot damn, he thought, gleefully. FunGirl4U, FillMe, ILikeItHard and many others were online, cruising for sex. The pictures looked like they could have been lifted from porn sites. Sexy lingerie, nude woman displaying their vaginas, several with toys inserted and many women giving some guy a blowjob, while looking at the camera. One picture showed a woman lying on a guy, face up with his cock deep in her ass. She didn't look particularly pretty and she could have benefited by losing a few pounds but the picture said it all. If you want to fuck me in my ass, just contact me. Dan was tempted to message her but paused. She might not be a good first choice he thought. Instead he looked for a woman who looked like she had a bit more class. Then he chuckled to himself. He was cruising for sex, not class, but continued going through the profiles. 'TemptationsFlower' caught his eye. Her pictures showed a woman who looked like she was trying to impress without having a dildo in her vagina. Her poses were quite demure compared to the usual and she looked rather attractive. She appeared slim, had long dark hair and her breasts were small. Her age was listed as forty and her profile said she was divorced, had no children and was looking for both discreet encounters and possibly a relationship. Taking a deep breathe, he held his mouse pointer over the 'Send Message' icon and then clicked. A message line came up and he wondered what to type. His hands were actually shaking slightly with his sudden nervous tension. Wracking his brains, he came up with 'Hello TemptationsFlower. I love your long hair. Do you want to get together?' He had to force his hand to move the mouse pointer over the 'Send' icon. He closed his eyes and clicked. Now he was committed. At least if she was. He was a ball of nerves as he waited for some kind of response. He thought that she was checking his profile and wondering if he was worth replying to. After what seemed like an eternity, a message popped up. 'TemptationsFlower has sent you a message'. There was an accept icon and an ignore icon. Holy shit, he thought. Maybe she wants me. Or maybe she's going to tell me to fuck off. He clicked 'Accept'. He almost sighed with relief as he read 'Hi FreeAtLast. I like your picture with the glass beside your very appealing cock. What was in the glass?' Clicking the 'Reply' icon, he typed 'Scotch, and I just took the picture tonight.' In under a minute he got back 'New here?' He thought it best not to pretend otherwise and typed 'Brand new as in just signed up. Forgive me if I'm a bit nervous.' Back came 'LOL. When I first signed up a month ago I was a wreck. Where are you?" Wow, he thought, she is interested. Do I give her my address? I might as well, and he did. Back came, 'You and I are only about twenty minutes away? Do you want me to come over?' Now Dan was seriously shaking. The woman wanted to come over and it was clear that she wanted sex. Go for it, he decided, and sent, 'Yes. Please do that." n a moment he got back, 'On my way. Don't go anywhere.' Then she logged off. Dan sat at his computer, staring at the screen. 'Oh my God', he thought. 'This is really happening'. He looked around his house and saw the mess a guy leaves when he doesn't care to clean up. Damn! He almost ran up to his bedroom and tore off the well used sheets, and made it up with clean ones. Hastily, he tidied up, tossing the scattered clothes into the laundry hamper. The en suite was a mess. He did a quick clean up and put out some fresh towels. Downstairs, he buzzed around, making the living room presentable. The kitchen was a disaster. A week's worth of dirty dishes was in the dish washer. He stuffed as many more in as he could and turned it on. Strewn garbage was tossed into the trash and put outside. As he frantically wiped weeks of spills off the counters, he paused and started to laugh. He hadn't been this nervous about an impending encounter since high school. Judging the kitchen to be adequate, he glanced at the time. She would be arriving in about ten minutes. A mad dash to the bathroom for a fast shower, shave, mouthwash and a touch of after shave and he was at least clean. Finally he put on a reasonably presentable shirt and slacks, his best casual shoes and combed his hair. Back downstairs, he thought about any thing he might have missed. 'Oh my God!', he realized, "I don't have any condoms'. His ex had undergone a tubal ligation. Then the doorbell rang. He took several deep breathes and opened the door. It was her. "Hello...please come in," he managed to get out. "I'm...uh..." She smiled, walked in and gave him a quick hello kiss. "I understand how you feel," she said in a warm voice. "About a month ago, I felt the same. Umm...I like your after shave." She was more attractive in person than in her profile pictures. She was a bit taller than his ex and slimmer as well, with smaller breasts and remarkable eyes. Dan suddenly realized he was staring and he blushed. "It's all right," she said and gave his hand a squeeze. "Any of that scotch left?" Dan led her into the living room and she sat down in an easy chair. She was wearing an attractive blouse and a long skirt. Her legs were bare and she was in sandals. "You look wonderful," was all he could come up with. "Thank you for coming over. Uh...how do you like your scotch?" She smiled in a genuine way. "Thank you for having me over. And I like it straight up." Feeling very much better after getting through the introduction, he poured two ounces into each of his only crystal whisky glasses. Handing one to her, he asked, "Is it all right if I ask you your name?" She gave him a seductive smile and replied, "TemptationsFlower not good enough?" Then she gave a slight laugh and said, "It's actually Eleanor, but everyone calls me Peaches. Seriously. It's a name from my childhood." "Okay, Peaches, I'm Dan and I'm very pleased to meet you. And you really have to forgive me for being nervous because...well...I am." "It's quite all right, Dan. It really is. This is something new for you. I won't bite...unless you want me to." Dan sat down on the couch and took a big sip of his liquid courage. How the hell I proceed from here, he asked himself. Then he remembered his lack of condoms. Damn. Peaches had brought a purse and he prayed that she was better prepared. They chatted for a few minutes and then Peaches took over. She came over to him and sat down on the couch, one foot under her other thigh. She sat facing him. "I know what you're thinking. We both want the same thing tonight and you aren't sure how to start." She raised her eyebrows, as if saying 'Am I right?' Dan smiled and nodded yes. "Oh, you're right on with that one. And as long as we're on the subject...I totally forgot about condoms. I haven't needed them for years. I..." She pointed to her purse on the floor by the chair. "All taken care of. So you can relax." With that she put down her glass, leaned in, took his head in her hands and gave him a slow, sensuous kiss. Dan fumbled to get his drink onto the side table and wrapping his arms around her, pulled her closer and kissed her back. As if a floodgate had opened, he felt a rush of passion and his hands were all over her. They went up and down her back, her legs, over her butt and she just kept on kissing him. Her tongue was gently probing and he gave it a slight bite. She sighed and then they were French kissing like impassioned lovers. Dan caressed her breast and she held his hand to it, encouraging him. Fingers were fumbling at buttons. As Dan put his hand to her bra covered breast, she undid the front closure and held his hand to her bare skin. Her breast was small but firm, like a much younger woman's. As he played with her nipple, it went hard and she softly moaned. Dan then laid her down on the couch and took a nipple in his mouth. Her hands were at his pants, undoing the snap and pulling down the zipper. Dan gave a groan as her hand went for his thickening penis. He reached under her skirt and she parted her legs in invitation. He went straight for her panty covered vulva and massaged. She let out a gasp as he fondled her clitoris. She lifted her hips and he slid down her panties and with her help, got them off. He ran a finger down from her clit, feeling warmth and moisture. A finger slipped inside her vagina, and again she moaned. She was very wet and Dan stroked in side of her, and then added a second finger. Her hand was massaging his penis to full erection. With one hand, he started to take off his pants. Peaches finished the removal and then took off his shorts. A Tale of Two Marital Failures Ch. 01 Dan couldn't really believe it was happening. A beautiful, very sexual woman was under him, on his couch and he was about to enter her. Condom, he remembered. In his lust and excitement, he didn't think to give her oral as a warm up. All he could think of was getting down to business and fucking her brains out. Peaches seemed to understand his hurry. "My purse," she whispered. Dan said nothing but got up and quickly found what he was looking for. There was also a small tube of lubricant. She doesn't need this, he thought, and then realized it was a spermacide as well. He almost tore off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks, leaving himself naked. Peaches was doing the same. Off came her blouse and bra, then her skirt. She was kicking off her sandals when Dan was getting the condom on. She held out her hand and he gave her the tube. She quickly put some on her finger tips and applied it to herself, then put one leg over the top of the couch. She was clean shaven and to Dan, she looked like the Goddess of Sex. He got on top of her and she took his penis and guided it to her vagina. Dan was able to control himself enough not to just slam into her. As he entered, she gave a long moan and said, "I'm yours, Dan. Anything you want." He wanted to fuck her and he did. Trying not to be too clumsy, he started stroking in her, not going too deep at first. She held his hips and pulled him in, wanting more. He responded by moving in and he felt his cock head touching her cervix. "Yes...oh God...yes..." she moaned as Dan pumped into her deepest depths. He moved his head down to lock lips and they French kissed as he continued to pump. He felt her firm breasts against his chest, her nipples hard. Her hair smelled of apples. Her perfume was intoxicating. Her mouth tasted fresh and clean. Dan had not felt this alive for a long time. After a few minutes, he was breathing hard and felt the need to slow down or risk coming too soon. Peaches must have been reading his mind. She moved under him, pushing him off and he got up. She stood up and gently guided him to lie down, with his body close to the edge. Then she gave him a few seconds of oral delight, smiled at him and moved on top. Dan watched as she slowly lowered herself onto his penis and guided it in again. God, she looks incredible, he thought. Straddling him, she started to slowly move back and forth, his penis going from deep penetration to almost slipping out. She was sitting up, gazing at him with a look of rapture on her face. "You are so beautiful," he said, meaning it. "I can't really believe this is happening." Peaches gave him a seductive smile and said, "Believe it, big guy. This is real," and squeezed her vaginal muscles down on him. Dan groaned and closed his eyes, drinking in the sensation. Peaches continued to slowly move, squeezing in rhythm to her fucking. Dan just lay there and took it. "Unbelievable," he murmured. "Unbelievable." After a minute of her special attention, Dan felt his orgasm was close. "It's so beautiful. I'm in heaven. You're making me come." Peaches smiled and said, "Not just yet. Soon, but first..." and she got up, and taking Dan's hand, helped him up as well. Then she stood facing the couch, moved her legs apart and leaned over, with her hands on the couch. Her legs were straight. Dan stared at her, drinking in the sight, then stood close and guided his penis into her offered vagina and holding her hips, started fucking backdoor. He quickly felt a rush of sexual power and was pumping into her, his hips slapping her ass. Peaches arched her back like a stretching cat. "Go for it, big guy. Just go for it. Fuck me like you paid for me." The invitation gave Dan a feeling of strength, of domination and power. He did as she requested and went primal. Focusing only on his own lust, he closed his eyes, tilted his head back and started giving her sudden, deep thrusts, almost pushing her away. She braced her arms on the couch and took everything he could give her. "Yes...yes...that's it...fuck me...fuck me hard...don't stop...oh shit...shit...fuck me...fuck me...fucking pound it into me..." Dan had never heard a woman talk like that during sex. It was as if he had swallowed the world's best aphrodisiac. He started to grunt with his thrusts, moving into her with almost savage fury. He felt the mother of all orgasms start to build. He was now groaning as if in serious pain. "Oh God...oh God...coming...coming...I'm going to come...oh shit...shit..." He felt his body tense and he pulled her in against him. Then he felt her squeezing on him and his orgasm took off. He bucked into her as he shot cum in several hard spurts. "Fuck!...Fuck!... Fuck!..." and he collapsed over her, gasping and trembling. She remained motionless as he moved in her, grinding his hips against her ass, getting the last delicious sensations, then just straightened up and looked at his penis, still in her vagina. "Peaches...oh my...that was...un-fucking-believable." She slowly straightened up, letting his penis gently slip out and then turned and took him in her arms, kissing him. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. "Thank you," he mumbled. "Thank you." "You're welcome," she whispered. "I think I need to finish my drink. Then it's my turn." "Anything you want, Peaches. Anything." Still breathing heavily, Dan reached for his glass as Peaches reached for hers. Then, standing there, naked and happy, they touched their glasses together. Dan tossed back the rest of his scotch in one go and the straight liquor went down his throat like it was water. Peaches gave him a smile, then tossed hers back as well. She swallowed with a bit of trouble, then turned red and gave a couple of coughs. "Damn! How do you do that?" Then looking at him with a slight grin, she said, "I think you need a break before going on. How about one more," and handed him her glass. As Dan got the bottle, Peaches put on her panties and her blouse, leaving it unbuttoned. "You look good that way," Dan murmured, and poured her drink. "Thank you and thank you," she said, taking the glass. Feeling a bit exposed, Dan got on his under shorts, then poured himself a stiff one. He sat on the couch and Peaches got on his lap sitting sideways and snuggled in. Dan put his free hand around her and felt very good about life. They were both silent for a minute, each lost in their own thoughts. Dan spoke first. "Just a few hours ago, I was feeling very sorry for myself. Then I signed up for the site and now you're here. I still can't believe it." Peaches was silent for a moment. Then she said, "At first, I was struggling to accept that I had signed up. I've been with...a few guys...okay...four or five. At first I was so unsure of what I was doing. I didn't feel safe. I didn't feel...like a lady anymore. God, I was raised in a Baptist family for Christ's sake. Oops...I'm not supposed to swear." Dan had to laugh at that one. "Don't worry," he said, "I've done a bit of that myself this evening." Peaches was looking at her panties, which looked like they were purchased at an upscale lingerie shop. "When I was a girl, my mother only allowed me to have plain white cotton panties, and now look at me." Dan chuckled. "I am looking and believe me, I like what I see." Peaches sighed, hugged her own legs and then took a sip of her drink. She swallowed slowly, savouring the taste. "Baptists aren't supposed to be drinking this stuff," she said. "I married a Baptist and we didn't drink at all. Never went to parties, never danced and never had sex that went beyond the missionary position. Never used any interesting words, never smoked and never ate a meal without a prayer. Then I found out he was screwing the Pastor's wife. It had been going on for three years. Even the son of a bitch Pastor knew about it and didn't tell me. One of the women on the church board found out about it and she's the one who told me. Turned out, the Pastor is fucking gay and didn't give a Damn if his wife was screwing around, which she had been doing since they got married. Of course, he was getting it from any guy he could find. My husband tried to tell me it was his duty to keep the bitch happy, to keep fucking her and letting the congregation believe their Pastor was as pure as the driven snow. The fucking piece of shit even said he was only doing God's will. I told him he was full of it and if he didn't make a fuss, I would keep quiet, but if he gave me any static about a separation, I would stand up on Sunday morning and spill the beans. He moved out, I haven't been inside a church since and I don't think I ever will. My lawyer drew up a separation agreement and he signed. I hope I never see the bastard again." Dan listened and felt her anger flow out with her words. He was unsure if her story was true but felt that she was actually being honest. He was aware that internet sites like this one were notorious for fabrications and deception, but he was quite willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. When she was finished talking, he felt her relax and sink against him. And I thought I had a miserable life, he thought. No wonder she's so into the casual sex. She's just getting back at her ex, even if he doesn't know it. Peaches must have read his mind again. "I told the prick I was on the net, getting sex whenever I wanted it. I told him I was drinking. I tried a cigarette, but it was gross. I told him I was going to clubs and dancing. I told him I was having sex with women as well. That was a lie, but I just wanted to hurt him. God, I want to hurt him. All those years, living like a puritan and what was he doing. Screwing the God Damned Pastor's bitch of a wife. I went to talk to her. All she wanted was my silence. `For the sake of the church` she said. I told her she could have my silence, shove her church up her ass and fuck my husband twice a day if she wanted. Do you know what the bitch said to that? 'I have been fucking him twice a day'. I could have ripped her face off. She was smiling like the cat that ate the canary. Smug little bitch! I hope she gets Aids from her husband. Probably already has. I hope my ex gets it." Then she tensed. "Don't worry. I got tested. Stupid prick didn't give it to me, if he has it, thank God. I know I'm not supposed to think that way but I hope he dies miserably, in pain and alone. I am so angry at him. So fucking angry. I guess you can tell. I'm sorry to go on like this but...I just had to tell someone. It's been bottled up inside. It's been eating at me. I get stomach cramps every day. I just can't let go of it. I hate the bastard. I hate him! I fucking hate him! Shit...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." She was crying now. Dan just held her as she sobbed. He held her as her body shook with her crying. He said nothing, not knowing anything to say that would help. He just held her, rocking her and letting her cry. It seemed surreal. One minute she was sex personified and now she was like a heartbroken child. Slowly her crying subsided. Dan ran his fingers across her scalp, trying to sooth her pain. After another minute she was silent, just breathing deeply, coming back from her grief. Then she spoke. "I'm sorry, Dan. I am so sorry. I know this is your first time...doing this...and look what you have ended up with. A train wreck. I'm sorry." "It's okay, Peach...Eleanor. It's okay. I understand. Believe me, I understand. You don't have to apologize. And if you're a train wreck, then...well...you're not a train wreck. You're just...mad as Hell. I don't blame you. Not one bit. Not one little bit" Peaches snuffled and calmed down. "My God, I must look a mess." She ran a hand over her eyes. Her finger tips were black with mascara. "Don't look," she said. "I probably look like a train wreck as well." Dan moved her head against his chest and held it there, running his hand against her face. Her open blouse was wet from her tears. Her breasts were wet as well. She snuggled in closer and Dan felt her body relax. Her breathing settled and she sighed deeply. "I can't believe I did that, telling you everything. I haven't told a soul up to now. Not even my parents. You can't...tell anyone. Please." Dan hugged her and said, "Not to worry. It was pillow talk. I never pass on pillow talk. Not that we have a pillow here..." Now Peaches gave a chuckle. "It probably wasn't the kind of pillow talk you were expecting." She sat up and turned to Dan, giving him a simple kiss. "Oh my God, look at your chest. Runny mascara all over it." "All over your face as well," he said with a smile. Let's go wash it off. The shower is upstairs." "Just a sec," she said and picked up her glass. "I'll try this again," and she tossed it back. Her face screwed up and she gave a slight cough, but managed to swallow. She gulped and took a deep breath. "Wow. I don't know if I'll ever be able to do that without dying." Dan just smiled and tossed back his stiff one. Without skipping a beat, he said, "All you need is a little practice. But don't practice too much. This stuff is dangerous." They walked up the stairs hand in hand. He chose to use the en suite. It was cleaner. Besides, the shower stall was small, making it very cozy for two. They got out of what little clothes they had on and Dan turned on the warm water. Peaches put her hand in and said, "A little hotter please. I need to relax a bit." In the shower, they soaped each other, ran hands all over each other and Dan felt wonderful about it. Peaches washed his penis and he felt an urge to have more sex. He smiled as he remembered her saying 'Then it's my turn'. He stood behind her and paid special attention to her breasts. She rocked slightly and let her head go back against him. Then he ran a soapy hand over her smooth vulva and she murmured. He gave her a few seconds of gentle massage and she sighed. She put a hand over his and held it there, inviting him to continue. He did and soon she was rocking more, side to side, rubbing her wet, soapy ass over his thighs. Dan felt his penis responding. He kept up the massage, going from her clitoris to her vagina. With his other hand, he cupped a breast and massaged that as well. Peaches moaned and kept rocking. They stayed like that for a few minutes, Peaches getting more and more vocal and Dan getting thicker and harder. "Ummm, I like that...you have a wonderful touch...a girl could get used to this...yes...like that...just like that..." Dan tried hard to keep doing exactly what had brought on the 'just like that'. Peaches was rolling her hips now, getting close to orgasm. "Oh, yes...yes...don't stop...ummmmm..." Her groans of pleasure got louder and her hip rolling got more pronounced. Then, with a few spasms, her body went stiff and she gasped. "Yes!...Yes!" and she was climaxing. Her body shuddered and her hand pressed Dan's hand tighter to her femininity. Her legs squeezed together, trapping Dan's hand and he pressed into her hard. "Oh!..Oh!.." as she gave a last few spasms, then went still. Slowly she relaxed, Dan's hand was free and she turned around and held him tight. She took a few deep breathes and sighed deeply. "That was wonderful. Thank you. Thank you." The only thing Dan could think of saying was, "You're welcome," and he hugged her. After a moment of shared tenderness, she looked up and asked, "How's my face?" Dan smiled and said," Your face is beautiful. A few black streaks, but it's beautiful" He took a facecloth and wiped away the steaks of mascara. Peaches got the shampoo and did her hair. "I feel a lot better now", she said, rinsing off the suds. "Of course, it's hard to feel bad when you've just had an orgasm." She dropped to her knees and took his penis into her mouth. She licked and sucked for only a minute and said, "Just a quick thank you. Shall we continue in the bedroom?" Dan sighed and nodded 'yes'. Peaches got up and stepped out of the shower. "Where's the hair dryer?" she asked. Dan groaned. It had gone with his ex. "I'm afraid I don't have one. Not anymore, that is." "No problem. You'll just have to put up with damp sheets. Is that okay?" "As if I'm going to object," he said. "Crawl in soaking wet if you want. I won't mind it at all." Now Peaches laughed. "I'll get most of me dry, but my hairs going to be a mess in the morning." Then she paused. "Is it all right if I stay tonight? I should have asked. I really don't want to go home...after..." Dan gave her a simple kiss. "Yes. I want you to stay. In fact I demand you stay." Peaches just nodded 'yes' and went about towelling off. "Well," she said. "This is what I look like without make up." "And without clothes," added Dan. She giggled "This is the real me." "I like the real you," and he gave her another hug. "I'll be right back," she said and was out the door. She was back in only twenty seconds, holding some condoms and her lubricant. Without saying anything, she put them on the night table. Then she pulled back the covers and got into Dan's bed. Dan just gazed at the sight and after a few seconds, she gave him the 'come here' hand signal. He got into the bed, rolled over to be on top of her. Keeping most of his weight supported by his elbows, he locked his lips to hers and the French kissing started again. He kissed her all over her face and neck, moving down to give her breasts his attention. She held his head as he kissed, nibbled and sucked. Then he took a nipple into his mouth and gently bit. She sighed and held his head tighter. Sucking and then biting, she was soon moaning. "God, I love that." Her moved to her side and put a hand to her vulva. She parted her legs, drawing one up, splayed to the side. He went to her clitoris and started gently moving, still working at her nipple. "Ummm" she murmured. "You can keep that up as long as you like." Peaches reached over to the table and got her lube. Putting some on her finger tip, she said, "Just a sec," and rubbed it on her clitoris and labia. With that, Dan's fingers glided over her with slippery ease. He gently squeezed the shaft between thumb and finger. She sighed deeply and settled back on the bed, her breathing slow and steady. For the tenth time that night, Dan wondered if he was still on planet Earth. 'How lucky can a guy get?', he wondered as he continued to make Peaches softly moan. An unbelievably beautiful woman, a stranger, comes over and wants sex, lots and lots of sex. A bit of a crying jag, but that's okay. Now she's in my bed and I'm going to make her come and then...whatever she wants. Whatever she wants, she gets. After letting me fuck her like a porn star fucks, anything she wants is hers'. Peaches was holding his hand to her self again. "Back now?" she murmured. 'How does she do that?', he wondered. She must have sensed he was off in dream land. He nodded 'yes', her nipple still in his mouth and she giggled. 'Concentrate', he told himself. 'I can count my blessings later'. He moved his hand down a bit to slip a finger into her now very wet vagina. "Ummmmm...that's good...very, very good." and she sighed deeply again. She rolled towards him, to offer her other breast and nipple, lifting her upper leg to give him unrestricted access to her vagina and clitoris. As he took the offered nipple, she sighed again and settled comfortably, her upper foot by her knee. Dan again thanked his lucky stars and started to massage her G spot. She was so slippery with the lube and her own wetness, his hand was like a well oiled love toy as he worked his palm against her clit and worked two finger tips against her G spot. Peaches was still breathing steady and deep, lost in the pleasure. Dan wanted to make it last and didn't try to increase the pressures or his hand speed. The thought of making her come slowly and passionately seemed like the right thing to do. As if she was reading his mind again, Peaches murmured, "This feels...so...incredibly...good," giving each word an emphasis. Then she went silent again and enjoyed. A Tale of Two Marital Failures Ch. 01 Her breathing was now a bit faster, a bit shallower and she moved her hips in a slow dance. She was climbing up to an orgasm and Dan deliberately backed off a touch. Peaches was content for a minute and then pressed his hand in a bit more firmly. 'I want to come soon' was the clear message. Dan did what she wanted and picked it up a bit. In half a minute, she was moaning softly, her breathing faster and her hips rolling harder. Dan gave her nipple a not so gentle bite and she gasped and clutched his head to her breast tighter. He sucked and bit harder and she pushed her breast forward, begging for more. With his hand to her most sensitive parts and his mouth at her nipple, Peaches was now almost whimpering. Dan felt her closing her legs, holding his hand prisoner to her vulva as she started rolling her hips with the impending orgasm. Almost afraid to bite her nipple harder, he did so and she gasped again and her body started to rock. He pressed into her vulva hard, squeezing her clitoris and forced his finger tips to massage even harder. She was gasping, shaking and when he bit down on her nipple again, she started to climax. "Oh my God...oh my God...oh my God..." she hissed from behind clenched teeth and then her whole body seemed to climax. She let out a cry of sexual passion and went limp for a second, then tightened again, then again. "Oh God, I'm still coming...still coming..." and she after one more intense body spasm, she gasped and went totally limp, falling over onto her back. She was gasping for air like she had been underwater. Dan was amazed. He had never seen a woman come so hard in his life. He moved up and gazed at her face. It was covered in sweat, flushed red and she had her eyes open but didn't seem to be looking at anything. She laid still and just recovered her breath. Her chest was moving up and down as if she had just finished a marathon. 'Oh my God', he thought as he looked at her right breast. It had bite marks and the start of some bruises. He leaned over and gave the nipple a soft kiss. At a second kiss, Peaches softly held his head and he sucked gently on her nipple. She didn't speak for a full minute. "Where have you been all of my life?" she asked in a soft voice. "Why couldn't we have met twenty years ago?" Dan moved up, lying flat on his back and she cuddled up with her head again his chest and an arm around him. He thought for a moment and offered,"If we had met twenty years ago, I would be dead of heart failure and you'd be a grieving widow." Peaches just thought a moment herself and replied, "I don't think you'd be dead, confined to a wheelchair maybe, but not dead." Dan chuckled. "Either way, we wouldn't be together tonight, would we?" After a pause, she answered, "You're right. Things happen for a reason. At least I used to believe that. Maybe it's true." After a comfortable minute of silence, Peaches said,"You know, you're the fifth guy...no, sixth, I've...you know...since I signed up. You're the only one I want to see again. You're the only one I've wanted to fall asleep with. The other guys...they just seemed...wrong somehow. I was beginning to think this whole easy sex thing was...just too easy. Too easy and too...full of guys that I really felt bad about...fucking, I mean. There. I said it. My mother would wash my mouth out with dish soap if she ever heard me say that word." She giggled. "Fucking. There, I said it again." Dan caressed her head. "It's pillow talk, with a pillow this time. You can say whatever you want." Peaches stayed quiet for a minute and Dan kept caressing her head. "Anything?" she then asked. "Anything," he said, "anything at all." She paused a few seconds and then said, "In that case, I want to fuck you again. I want you to lie still and let me fuck you and fuck you and fuck you." She said it in a voice of simple sincerity. "And I'm not going to take no for an answer," she added, also sincerely. Dan just kept up the caressing. "Anything, Peaches. Anything you want," and he smiled. She moved her arm down and played with his semi erect penis. Keeping her head on his chest, she took the shaft in her hand and gently milked it, gently squeezing and moving. "You know Dan; I have to admit I probably signed up to really piss off my miserable husband. I hope you don't mind." He thought about his own reason for joining. "It's as good a reason as any," he offered. "I joined because I hadn't had sex since my wife walked and even my buddy's daughter was looking good." "Not his wife?" she asked, again sounding real. Dan chuckled. "His wife is a really beauty and I have fantasized, but...he's been good to me and...well...let's just say fantasy won't get my teeth knocked out." Peaches continued to bring his penis back to life. "Tell me about your fantasies...and I'll tell you mine." Dan thought about that. He had never talked to his ex about sex fantasies and here was Peaches asking him about them, the very first time they had met. Then he mentally kicked himself. Why had they met? "Well," he began, "I would like to be in bed with two women at the same time. But that's a pretty common male fantasy I think. I would like to be...rich...very rich and have a bevy of young chicks at my beck and call. I would like to have my own...my own private room at a high class brothel, bordello or whatever, and order my sex like it was on a menu. How am I doing so far?" Peaches murmured "Hummm..." and then asked, "Don't you think it would get...boring to be able to just snap your fingers and have it delivered? No thrill of the chase. No scheming and seducing to get someone to accept your wishes. Kind of like I feel about this site. It's too easy. Not that I mind finding you, but...all the others...it was like I was on the menu. It was a thrill at first, but then...it all seemed so repetitive. Contact, meet, fuck, go home. The only real good thing was finding you...and getting better at using...colourful language. I really was a prude all my life. I guess I've been making up for lost time." Now Dan chuckled. "If you want to make it up with me, I'll be happy to help you with that." Peaches judged that Dan's penis was almost ready. She moved down to give him some last preparation, taking his penis into her mouth and softly sucking. Then she worked her tongue up and down, just like the girls did in porn videos. Dan thought that she may have watched a few, to help learn how to make up for lost time, not that he minded. He laid there, feeling her tongue and mouth give him reasons not to mind at all. "What about your fantasies," he asked. She kept her mouth occupied for a few seconds and then said, "In time...soon..." and went back to her first job. Dan felt his penis get harder and thicker. This woman is good for me, he thought, just what I needed. Again, Peaches showed her mind reading powers. She reached for a condom and her lube. "I think you needed this, didn't you?" Dan thought again, 'How does she do that?' and said, "Yes, very much. You've saved me from...I'll tell you later." Peaches opened, then put the condom on him and gave her vulva an application of her lube. "Remember, lie still. Don't move and well... you'll see." With that she moved up, and closing her eyes, gave him a long, sensuous kiss. Then she moved up further and put a nipple to his mouth. He raised his head to take it but she pushed it back down. "Lie still," she said and she put her nipple down on his mouth. He took it and closed his lips over it, holding it. She paused for a few seconds and then slowly lifted it away, then gave him her other nipple. He took it the same way and she again, paused then pulled it away. Dan's hands went to cup her butt cheeks and she said, "Hands down, big guy. No touching." Dan groaned in pretend frustration, but put his arms down and sighed, anticipating the pleasures to come. Peaches slowly moved down, keeping her breasts with her now erect nipples on his skin, running then down his chest and abdomen, pressing them against his penis as she held it. Dan murmured, "That feels..." "Shush," she said. "No talking." Keeping his penis in her hand, she gently played with his ball sack, lifting and very gently moving his testicles. She ran her hand up and down his inner thighs, all the while holding his penis with the other hand. She gently touched his exposed anus and he jumped. She paused, and then touched it again. This time he just stiffened. At the third touch he was able to hold still. Dan' eyes were closed and he didn't see her take a finger tip and move it to her vagina, getting a bit of lube on it. Then she touched him again and held it. Dan's heart was racing. His ex stayed strictly away from there and he had been forbidden to touch her there as well. In fact Dan had never felt a touch there during sex and he was getting very excited. Peaches very gently pressed in and her finger tip barely moved in a quarter inch. Dan gave a slight gasp, but remained still. Then she moved in a tiny bit more, paused and withdrew. Dan didn't see her smiling happily as she moved up, straddling him and lowered her vagina to accept his now throbbing cock. She moved down to completely take it, and gave a sigh herself. On her knees, she moved up and down, slowly and steadily. After several times like that, she moved up enough that his cock came out of her. She had a hand ready to hold it there. Holding it, she paused, then lowered herself, impaling her vagina on her lover's very throbbing cock. She kept up that technique for several minutes before lowering her body and lying on his chest. She moved back and forth now, sliding her breasts over his skin. The friction must have been a bit much, as she took the lube and applied a generous amount to his chest and her breasts, then resumed the sliding, now with buttery smooth movements. Dan groaned in earnest this time. The sensation of her erect nipples and firm small breasts, massaging his chest was heavenly. Then Peaches got sexually creative by squeezing down on him when he was in deep and holding the squeeze as she moved forward, relaxing as she moved backwards. "So you want to know about my fantasies, do you?" she asked in a husky, seductive voice. "Are you sure you want to hear them? I wouldn't want to scare you away." Dan remembered not to talk and just nodded his head 'yes'. "Are you sure?" she murmured. Again Dan nodded 'yes'. "Well," she began, "I want to warn you. Years of being brought up in a very religious family and years of marriage to a...church going man...kind of makes a girl...creative...inventive...and a little bit naughty." She went silent and continued her exquisite massage and slow fucking. Dan was breathing heavier now, the luscious sensations going straight to his brainstem and back down his spine to his groin. Years of marriage to his uncreative wife had made him somewhat blasé about sex. A bit naughty sounded very good. "So", she began, "Let me tell you about this fantasy that I have. I've been thinking about it. It goes like this." Keeping up her rhythm, she sat up and put her hands on his chest. With her back arched, she was moving by rocking on him, pressing her clitoris against his pubic bone. "I would like to give my husband and that Pastor's wife a little message. Maybe the Pastor as well. Do you think you could help me with that? I would be ever so grateful. Please?" Dan didn't know what to say. It would be very hard to say 'no' to the woman who was fucking him at the moment, so he just said, "Message?" "Yes, a message. I want them all to know...just what I think of them...in a very special way. You see, I still have a key to the church. My Pastor's wife fucking husband had it and must have forgotten to take it when he left. So what I'd like to do, with your able assistance, is to...have sex in the church, with me on the pulpit, and you...well, doing what you did downstairs. I have a video camera and...well, it would be interesting to send them all a copy, don't you think?" All the while, Peaches had been keeping up her technique. Dan was very impressed with her sexuality and more so with the exquisite vaginal tightening as she moved on him. "May I ask...you a question?" She nodded 'yes'. "If I don't want to...who am I kidding? Of course I will. On one condition, though." She looked at him with a questioning gaze. Dan hesitated, then said, "Only if you tell me why your nickname is Peaches." Peaches lost her rhythm as she burst out laughing. She fell onto him and hugged him tight. "I have a very good feeling about you," she said. "And I'm seldom wrong." Dan silently agreed, thinking that she seemed to be able to read him like he was an open book. Peaches started her delicious dance again. "Okay. When I was about eight years old, I was at a friend's house. She was eight as well and we were in the third grade together. Her mom and dad were also in the church, so we usually saw each other there as well. This is so embarrassing. Okay. One day, her mom gave us each a peach to have as a snack. We went up to her room and we did something we weren't supposed to do. We were playing with each other...touching...you know...our little privates. We had started doing that before and we both knew it was some type of sin but...we did it anyway." " That day, we had our panties off, which was a big deal for us. Our sin was getting...bigger. I just couldn't help myself. I...I...kissed her...on her...little special bump. Then she kissed mine. Then I kissed her again and...kept kissing her. We heard her mother call up, 'what are you two doing up there?' and believe it or not, my friend called back, 'Nothing mom, just eating peaches'. We had no idea that...doing that was called...eating...but she started calling me Peaches. Soon, the kids at school were calling me Peaches. My mom and dad always called me Eleanor, but every one else...calls me Peaches. And that's how I got the name." Dan chuckled. It was a great story. "No way," he said. "Way," she replied. "Cross my heart." Then she sat up on him and resumed the slow fucking. "Your friend...where is she now?" he asked. Peaches sighed. "We kept it up, carefully of course, for years. Even in junior high. Then she moved away. I was heartbroken. I really was. She was my first love. We wrote each other for a while, then it just seemed to drift as we both got interested in boys. Not that my parents ever let me have a boyfriend." She got a wistful look in her eyes, even with her body continuing to slow fuck Dan. \"What's the matter?" he asked. She paused and simply said, "Later." Then she smiled and seemed to come back from where she had briefly gone. "So, here's what we do," she continued, still maintaining rhythm and control. "We go into the church when it's empty. Late at night, say after midnight. We turn on only the lights over the pulpit. We set up the camera on a tripod and...fuck our brains out. But...don't come until we've changed the camera angle a few times. I have a small microphone on a cord that plugs into the camera, so we record sound as well, lots of interesting sounds. And then...we edit and make our own porn video. You can wear some kind of a mask if you want, you don't have to be identified. I'm the one sending the message. We can think of special clothes, maybe some toys, you know, make it interesting. Do you watch porn?" Dan nodded yes. No sense in lying. "I have...since my husband got the boot," she continued. 'Bingo', thought Dan. She's doing a very good job of being a porn star herself. Peaches went on with her plan as she went on with her fucking. Dan found it very interesting to be listening to an unusual idea while being very well treated. "We can try a variety of positions, I can wear really skanky lingerie, leather boots, you know...just like you've seen in porn. What do you think?" Dan thought this was a bit much, coming from a woman he didn't know a few hours ago, but somehow it seemed like an incredibly erotic thing to do. Never having much to do with religion, he didn't worry about the setting. And if he disguised his face, who would know? "I say we go for it," he stated in a hushed voice, getting closer and closer to another orgasm. "Okay, we do it," Peaches said and slowly started to pick up her pace. Dan groaned at the more intense stimulation. "Don't take this the wrong way, Peaches, but are you sure you haven't done porn before?" Peaches giggled and leaned down to kiss him. "Never," she whispered. "But I'm looking forward to doing it with you." Again Dan groaned, this time as if he was just told he had to work over a weekend. "Where did you come from?" he asked. "It sure wasn't this planet." Peaches laughed softly. "Oh my, if you only knew my other plans...I mean fantasies for you. Now be quiet and don't move." Being quite happy to do just that, Dan relaxed and enjoyed. Peaches was well along herself now, and the two of them looked at each other as they felt the rising pressures and warmth. She started to screw down on him, working her clitoris and was softly sighing, lost in her sexual passion. Dan was about to come and tried to hold back, gritting his teeth and concentrating on anything but his imminent climax. "Come for me, Dan. Come for me." Dan snapped back to reality and again, wondered if she was a mind reader. He let his mind go still and Peaches started to squeeze on him a bit harder, picking up her speed and seriously getting him to orgasm. He felt it rising and cried out, "Yes, oh my God, yes. Yes...yes...coming...coming..." He was tensing now and his head was rolling. "Fuck...fuck...fuck..." and he was coming. Peaches squeezed hard and Dan felt like his penis was exploding as it shot cum in throbbing spurts. Peaches was watching her lover's face and the sight of his ecstasy put her over the edge as well. Her vaginal muscles were rippling around Dan's pulsing cock and she was biting her hand, gasping and shaking. Several times she convulsed with the passion and then she fell onto his chest and lay panting. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, rocking her. They laid there, their breathing slowing, their bodies wet with the sweat of passion. Dan moved to roll her over and get his condom wrapped penis out of her vagina. She tensed, holding still. "No, stay in me. Just hold me. Please, just hold me." Dan relaxed and once again, did what he was told. Several minutes later, Peaches stirred, raised her head and looked down at Dan. "Maybe I should tell you where I'm really from." She paused as Dan waited for the answer. "I'm from the internet, but I'm not going back." Now Dan paused as he thought of a reply. "We need to talk, but it can wait until the morning. Which side of the bed do you like to sleep on?"