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Accidental Womanizer

By: egmontgrigor2010



CHAPTER 1

Two and a bit years after graduating with a master's degree in environmental design and still without employment, Fletch (Fletcher) Halifax's life received a lift.

He went to church with his mom who introduced him to Mrs Thelma Cox.

Sylvie Halifax had nagged at him for years to take her to church without success until this Sunday. Fletch had awoken without his usual Sunday morning hangover and sense of abandonment. The previous night he'd scored with Polly Westhaven whose husband was away in Taipei for two months. Fortunately for Fletch that while females tend to stay clear of losers, Polly had been rather desperate, but not being pretty and possessing a flattish chest.

After almost throwing off the blankets to show his mom his morning erection with pride, perhaps but unlikely sporting an extra quarter of an inch after the previous night's long overdue workout, Fletch had guilty said yes he'd go to church.

"Are you ill?"

"Mom!" Fletch complained in that tone men use when thinking whatever they said to a woman, especially an older woman, would never be to her satisfaction.

"Oh my apologies," she whined, kissing him. "What is that smell? Perfume? Her face colored. She said "Oh God," and hurried from the room. Her son hurried to the shower.

Most of the congregation hadn't realized widowed Sylvie had a son until that surprise appearance of Fletch and his appearances would have set most regulars thinking another contributor to the collection plate. Sylvie had insisted Fletch wear one of his late father's suits so there was an air of affluence around Fletch that morning.

During coffee after the service, Thelma looked at the blond's muscular build and said whimsically, "Fletch looks just the type to help me get that overgrown section of my garden back into order."

"Fletch would be happy to assist you wouldn't you darling. Mrs Cox's husband is in hospital with two fractured femurs."

During the sermon Rev McDonald had worked in the bit about giving generously to the community, especially the church. Fletch had thought that ideal was appropriate insofar as supporting the community but financially supporting the church to build expensive meeting places that became ridiculously expensive to maintain over time was not his idea of pious economics. Therefore he put only a dollar into the collection plate, considering that a contribution towards renting his place on the pew and to demonstrate goodwill to the spiritual leader.

Although Mrs Cox was his mother's age she was still rather good on the eye and her mood seemed, er, whimsical. Perhaps she was also a better cook than his mom and food would be offered in return for a couple of hour's labor?

That had encourage Fletch to agree to help and was told to turn up at Mrs Cox's home around 9:00 next morning because today was "The Lord's Day." Fletch wondered what day wasn't the Lord's Day to the faithfully devout? Half of this lot appeared terrified of their pansy-faced minister.

Walking home Fletch's mom displayed unusual affection to her son, taking his arm and saying how proud she was of him doing his Christian duty. Fletch thought she meant going to church whereas he thought he'd performed his Christian duty on Polly the previous night.

"You'll find Thelma Cox is a very loveable woman. She's one of my best friends. Now darling don't get upset about this but if Thelma hints she'd like a bit of male company from you I'd like you to consider that request fairly."

Fairly? What the hell did that mean in that context?"

Fletch remembered how his dad used to handle his mom in situations where he appeared bereft of understanding. So he said, "All right dear."

His mom squeezed his arm and beamed.

What the hell? What level of communication had just passed between them, if it could be called communication? Fletch knew he really didn't know and never would know unless his mom attempted to explain but he wouldn't invite that rigmarole because most likely he would remain enlightened. All the guys he knew confessed finding their moms difficult to understand and that their girlfriends appeared trained to be equally confusing in their thought process. The consensus was females were a different species although probably originating on the same planet.

There was a time when Fletch decided to remain unmarried and enjoy a happier life, consorting with his pals. But the long-established pal pool was diminishing, established victims becoming victims of marriage. A couple of former pals had returned to the pool with divorced imminent but oh boy, were those guys giant bores, having had their energy and a big slice of their assets sucked out of them and now they were reduced to unhappy moaners. He wondered what the female's perspective on that would be but that was beyond his capacity to speculate. Knowing women somewhat, he guessed their thoughts would lie on an opposite tangent.

However he might have to marry to be financially better supported than he was now.

Indeed and Fletch knew compromises were not always bad. The truth was he knew a few of his now more distanced pals had married damn fine women and the guys smiled a lot more than they had when single.

* * *

Fletch knocked and waited. He thought he heard someone stumble and shout "Oh fuck."

Mrs Cox opened the door. She looked disheveled, wearing a gown and was rubbing her arm.

"Sorry I must look a mess. I slept in and stumbling out of bed caught my arm on the er dresser."

"Fucking dresser, at least that's what they are when suddenly they're in the wrong place."

Mrs Cox didn't reply but looked at him a little reflectively. "Er come in."

"The name's Fletch."

"Oh of course, I remember now. Call me Thelma."

"Will that be okay with Mr Cox?"

"Who knows? If you're worried call me Mrs Cox."

"Right Thelma. And don't get dressed or do your hair and put on make-up. I'm used to seeing mom like this over breakfast and you look a lot better than she does."

"What are you trying to say?" she turned and stared at him. "That I'm better looking and have a better body shape for my age than your mother?"

Fletch sighed and thought here we go again, another fucking female unable to understand simple explanations. "Er I wasn't attempting to make lucid comparisons. All I was doing was encouraging you to relax. That's all."

"I knew that Fletch. I was just checking to find if you knew that's what you were doing."

Eh? Thelma seemed to think like he did.

"Come along. Don't get weighed down analyzing shades of possible meaning in language. Come and help make coffee and toast or do you want me to cook you something?"

"I've had breakfast."

"Of course you have. But men only think of three things constantly and one of them is food."

"Yeah right, and the other two are money and sex."

"Obviously we went to the same school of life learning," she said airily. "What do you think I should wear in the garden?"

Fletch thought her biggish breasts might stay in place in a strapless bra and a pair of crotchless panties might make his day more interesting. He saw color running on to Thelma's face and thought oh cap she could read his mind. He panicked slightly.

"Go on say it."

He stuttered, "I-I had c-crazy thoughts."

She goaded, "Come on say it."

Fletch hung his head and muttered he'd thought a strapless bra and crotchless panties. God his reputation of being a loser would now lift to become 'a vile loser'.

"Rather inadequate for the garden don't you think?"

Fletch looked up to find she was smiling.

"Y-you have humor."

"Oh thank you Fletch. That's my first big compliment from a male in many a day not counting your willingness to accept me looking frumpish."

"Um but that's only early morning."

"Good man. You have standards. So the answer to my question is...?"

"A hat that will stay on when you bend over; a long-sleeved shirt, long pants and boots."

"Yes and that's what I had in mind but was worried you might find that frumpy."

After breakfast they worked away cooperatively, Fletch doing the heavier work and sawing. They chatted away and became more relaxed with each other.

"You are great with an older woman," Thelma said during the coffee break. "I guess that's due to living with your mother."

"She doesn't seem all that old to me."

"Oh good man. You are rather charming Fletch."

"Thanks. And you're not too bad yourself."

"So what do you think of me?"

"You're okay."

"Hmnmm."

They worked for another two hours and then Thelma said, "That's enough for today. How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing. You're one of mom's best friends."

Sounding displeased Thelma said they'd talk about that later. "You shower first while I start lunch. I can find a change of clothes for you."

"No I'll dress in what I'm wearing. It was more dusty that hot out here."

Fletch was disappointed she didn't joke she'd try to find a pair of crotchless panties. If she was hoping for sex there were no signs of it. Damn. He'd occasionally wondered what it would be like plowing a much older woman's garden. Thelma would be in her earlier fifties, just like his mom.

Fletch was in the shower and about to reach for his dick and jerk off thinking about Thelma when he heard her enter the bathroom and say, "Got room in there for me?"

Oh for fuck sake. "Um I'm nude."

She laughed and said dryly with the water running she hoped he wasn't dressed.

Fletch turned to face the back wall and then thought why be shy? She was being brave.

She entered. 

Pink nipples were centered on apricot circles, the biggest areola he'd ever seen. The nipples were already up so she must have got them up for him.

He flashed a big smile. "Great tits."

"They're too big," she said and smiled toothily when he protested, "Oh no."

She asked did he mind sharing the shower and he said of course not.

"Touch me if you wish."

He was amazed to find her breasts were not at all wrinkled although her face was around the eyes and her arms certainly were and she'd lost tone on her thighs. Ah she had a trimmed bush.

"I wish," he grinned and grabbed Thelma and she squealed in obvious delight and pushed his head down. Fletch mouthed a nipple and sucked while sinking his fingers into her saggy butt.

"Oh God," Thelma sighed. "I'm loving this."

"Great tits," Fletch said, pulling away for a breather.

"It thrills me you think so. I trimmed around my pussy this morning thinking you might be put off by a wild bush."

"You were expecting this?"

"Oh yes. You mom and I talked about it and she set you up for me."

Fletch was staggered. He'd experience a huge variety of female students and lecturers at college and then university and had learned to respect the brainpower of women but this was something else, two middle-aged females conspiring to allow one of them to lay him.

"I find it difficult to accept my mom knew how to arrange this. She knows nothing about sex."

Thelma sighed and patted his cheek before kissing him deeply. And then, "Even before you father died she had commenced an affair with Robert Bolton that still continues. She has wanted you to know about it but lacked the courage to tell you."

"Jesus, he was my football coach at high school and he's married."

"I'm married Fletch."

"Yes but this is different."

"Don't be an asshole Fletch. I expect better of you than that."

"Sorry. That's me thinking there's one standard of behavior for mom while the standard for myself is conveniently set lower."

"Exactly. Oh this conversation is killing your erection," Thelma said, taking him in her hand and reaching for the soap. "I can easily fix that."

As they dried each other Thelma said, "I want you to fuck me and fuck me real good."

"Really well."

"I'd appreciate you concentrating on fucking than on grammar."

They laughed.

Fletch picked up Thelma and asked, "Do you take it up the butt?""

"Good heavens no," Thelma gulped. He turned out of the bathroom and she said, "Wrong way."

"No it's cool. You'll have your first fuck with me on the dinning room table."

"Omigod," Thelma said weakly.

Thelma had a large plump pussy and Fletch fell on it gleefully and sucked her off 'real good', turning her into a quivering and almost sobbing heap.

"Oh that was glorious," she panted. "You have a tongue made for that."

Fletch nodded, having been told that by younger women.

He held Thelma's legs apart and that's when he learned the loss of flexibility in many older women. He pulled until feeling muscular resistance and then eased back a little. Her gaping and leaking pussy looked more than ready to receive him. Fletch pushed in and joined her in making noise. He felt he was scarcely touching the sides but once he was screwing her Thelma tightened up round his thrusting cock and they were away, now with much more noise, especially from her.

* * *

"Hi," Sylvie greeted her son. "How did it go?"

"We made good progress in the garden and she's a good fuck."

Sylvie looked aghast and said, "Um..."

"Yes she told me you are fu... um have been with Bob Bolton for neigh on three years. That's okay with me mom. I'm glad you're still interested in doing it. They say it's good for your health."

"Would you like coffee?" croaked his mom.

* * *

Although Fletch never returned to that church he continued to see a lot of Thelma Cox, dressed and undressed. He was pleased to be regularly fucking again and she proved to be surprisingly good company and got him used to seeing a larger pussy, stomach flab and dropped ass cheeks. He visited her most nights until Mr Cox was discharged from hospital. Prior to Mr Cox being 'back in the saddle with authority' as Thelma termed it, Fletch continued to have it off with her some afternoons at her younger sister's home. Occasionally the younger sister Annette Laws arranged to arrive home well ahead of her husband and would watch Fletch and Thelma doing in while working on her pussy with a dildo. The adulterous couple and Annette found watching and being watched sublimely kinky but Annette refused invitations to join them. 

Fletch hadn't worried about committing adultery after Thelma told him her asshole of a husband had been run down by an irate husband. The outrage husband, who'd long suspected the couple engaged in illicit sex, had finally caught them at it and was currently doing jail time. Thelma said just as well the pursuing guy had jumped into his wife's small car rather than his AWD truck. She was satisfied with the outcome because the husband had been ordered to pay substantial compensation and Thelma's husband had handed all of that to her. He had medical and personal accident insurance.

A couple of days after Thelma ended with Fletch, stunning him by paying him $5000 from her compensation money and saying he was well worth it, Annette Laws called him.

"Have you and my sister ended your affair absolutely?"

"Oh hi Annette, yes absolutely."

"Would you care to engage with me a couple of times a week?"

Fletch thought why not. He liked to fuck. "I don't see why not."

She snorted and said that didn't sound very enthusiastic. "How much do you want?"

God he was being promoted to male prostitute, er gigolo. "Two hundred a session."

"One fifty."

"Okay."

She snorted and said how could he discount if thinking he was worth $200.

"Actually $200 is just a token payment. I feel I'm worth more than that."

"I think so too," she laughed.

"Well let's settle for two hundred a session."

"You bastard," she said, having taught Fletch not to discount. "All right, agreed. I can't wait. Be outside my home at 3:00 today. Is that time suitable?"

"You're the boss."

"I'm not a domatrix Fletch. I'm a gentle, loving woman."

Becoming more and more aware that women like being told what they expect to hear, Fletch said, "Of course, I knew that."

Actually Annette proved to be kinky. She desired to be fucked with her biggest dildo hanging out of her ass. Fletch thought why not; he might feel it applying extra sensation to his dick.

He delighted Annette by standing her by the mirrored doors of her wardrobes and then picking her up with a standing fuck. She was delighted at seeing the swaying dildo as Fletch pounded her tight cunt. In fact she was so excited she drooled over him making him think she ought to be paying him a thousand bucks for engaged in kinky sex.

She then decided she'd liked to be butt fucked. He husband refused to do anal and to allow her to used toys during sex.

"Okay anal is fine. Why don't you suck a butt plug to muffle your screams until you've creamed?

"Good idea," she said, getting on to her hands and knees to pull out her box of toys from under the bed. Looking at the sweet little anus ring poking up at him Fletch thought she was in a great position to do it. So quickly he knelt behind it.

"Just a minute. I'm finding a butt plug for you. You'll allow me to insert it, won't you -- I have lube?"

"Er yes," said the guy who occasionally had a female's finger up his butt while he screwed her.

" After four weeks Annette said she'd had enough.

"You are lovely so have been so caring, helping me through some of my sexual fantasies, Thelma said she gave him a bonus of $5000.

Annette obvious enjoyed his astonished look and for the first time kissed him on the mouth and kissed him 'real good'.

Although dressed because they'd finished the session and had showered, they sank to the floor and engaged in conventional missionary.

Fletch was wiping his dick on her discarded panties when they heard her husband drive into the garage.

"Omigod," Annette panicked.

That's when years of football tactics coaching came to their rescue. Fletch knew he had the choice. He could choose offensive and go out and beat up the jerk for coming home early. But that would compromise Annette and really be unfair on the guy who'd unwittingly had allowed his wife's sexual favors become accessible to Fletch due to his inattentiveness, irregularity and not wanting to engage creatively. No the decision had to be defensive play.

"Keep on the floor and tell him your butt plug is stuck, that you were home early and felt sexy."

"B-but Ralph won't know w-what a b-butt plug is?"

"What a wonderful way to introduce him to the art."

Annette looked at him big-eyed.

"Baby you have no other choice. Tell him to remove it very gently. Thank god we used a condom. I'll take them all with me. Goodbye sweet one. Be brave and manipulative and he'll be compliant because he'll not know what else to do; you know what men are like. I'm off through the front door as soon as I hear the side door open and know where he is."

Annette called him late that night.

"I'm absolutely exhausted," she whispered. "It worked just as you said it would. His eyes bulged and he asked me about the purpose of a butt plug and the sensations it gave me and he enjoyed the plop as it came out and then began talking to me about its functional design. I said I had a number of toys and his eyes practically flew out of their sockets."

"He's asleep now. We were at it for six hours and haven't eaten. Eventually I told him I had this fantasy of having the big dildo handing out of my butt while he fucked me. I suggested doing it standing in the dressing room so we could watch in the mirrors. He wondered if he could hold me up as well as fuck me and I said of course he could, he was strong. Well he got very excited watching me work the dildo into my ass and then watched it swinging as he held me up. He was grinning like a kid in a toy store. And then just as we were working to get him into my pussy he yelled he was coming and I couldn't believe the strength and amount of his series of ejaculations. He looked down in surprise and said omigod, he'd cum like a real super sex guy."


Accidental Womanizer



"I hugged him and almost wept telling him how happy I was after all these years being allowed to teach him about sex. And you know what?"

"You finished having him up your butt."

"Yes, how did you know that?"

"I guessed you had him so worked up he'd do anything to please you and though he knew a way that might please you immensely... his little girl would like a dick up her ass."

"God," Annette said, "You are so foul. I've told him I've learned about this stuff reading and from hired education videos. He thinks we should hire adult videos and fuck while watching. I have liberated my husband."

"Well keep him interest in you darling. That's my advice."

"Thank you, thank you darling Fletch. That's what I feel -- liberated. Good bye sweet man."

The call was cut before he could reply. Fletch thought that was the best way, emotionally, to finish their relationship.

CHAPTER 2

When ending with Thelma, Fletch told his mom to stop giving him money. He'd ask if further financial assistance was required.

"Did Thelma give you money?"

"Yes, quite a bit."

His mom smiled and said that meant he must be good.

"Perhaps I am. Would you mind if I found other women like Thelma?"

"Under similar circumstances to Thelma no but I wouldn't want you breaking up good marriages."

"Women in need are what I'm thinking. There must be huge numbers of them wishing for some action but afraid to do anything about it."

"I think that's correct. Keep out of trouble and keep clean and you have my approval."

Fletch had thanked her and now he had Annette's welcome financial contribution.

Over dinner that night Fletch said to his mom, "When did you have your last decent vacation mom."

She sighed and said eighteen months before his father died.

"I have been servicing another woman who has paid me off rather generously."

"Do I know her?"

"Mom I think we ought not discuss names. A future client could be Bob Bolton's wife."

Sylvie almost fell off her chair laughing and then said that was unlikely because Bob said she'd dried herself off sex some years ago.

"Where would you like to go, within reason, on vacation?"

"To visit Victoria in Manitoba. You contribute and I'll pay the rest."

"No it's fine. I'll pay your fares and give you a thousand bucks spending money. Mom you have been great to me and this is just chicken shit compared with what you and before that you and dad spent on me. Now this discussion is closed. Come with me to my computer and we'll make the bookings."

"I'll have to call Victoria first to arrange suitable dates."

Fletch sighed. "If you feel that's necessary then do that mom but do it now."

Three days later Thelma called.

"Fletch my daughter's bridesmaid is waiting for her divorce to come through. She might be of interest to you. She's good looking, about your age."

"Yeah I'm interested. Can she pay?"

"Have you gone commercial?" Thelma asked, sounding almost indignant.

"Yeah."

"Oh good boy. I appear to have encouraged that."

Fletch called the number and chatted. 

Kelly, who sounded very nice, said she was definitely interested and thought they should meet and said no, she didn't think $200 a session was too much provided he could go more than once.

Although pleased to have another client, Fletch worried that he'd been unable to find suitable women himself; all three so far had been referrals. He fretted that something must be wrong with him.

He shrugged and thought something would turn up and besides, why worry? This was supposed to be how business worked. He looked forward to getting between the thighs of a much younger woman. He pictured coating two thighs encased in stockings with cum and groaned. Jeepers, this had to be the best business on the planet because the reality was he didn't have to do it or even work, because his mom had received a huge insurance payment after his father's totally preventable accidental death at work. He was fucking professional because it seemed the best thing to do. Apart from the joy of sex it was a cash-only business and therefore tax-free. He'd keep going to two totally unsuitable job interviews a week to keep the authorities satisfied that he was genuinely unemployed and on the borderline of being unemployable.

Fletch now knew belatedly he'd wasted his time becoming, at least academically a specialist in environmental design, thinking the world was ready for such specialists and the numbers of such specialists were thin on the ground. But then the fucking world economic downtown arrived and spending on professional environmental design almost overnight had become a no-no.

Thinking as a businessman, Fletch the gigolo had updated his wardrobe and increased time at the gym. He understood women went weak at the knees at the sight of a good 'six-pack' and almost automatically began opening their legs. Of course his beneficiaries would be expected to pay for their weakness. He patted his crotch affectionately and wondered if he would marry a woman who'd pay for his services, er his extended services. She'd probably assume the perfunctory service went with the wedding vows. He wondered if that might not be a little callous and then remembered one of the mottos in his business studies, "There's no such thing as a free lunch." If the word lunch was changed to fuck, the truth of the adage with the word change remained the same. 

* * *

Auburn-headed Kelly Carlisle (22) had gone through a traumatic five-month marriage to Lenny Fish, who turned out to be a brute, only interested in fucking, eating his wife's cooking and being with his pals and for entertainment stooped to bullying pretty Kelly psychologically. So she left him to the jeer of good-riddance by her fucked-up spouse, confident he'd turn white when her claims for divorce settlement were tabled. She changed back to her maiden name and knew the IRS would be interested to learn about Lenny's illegal activities and offshore bank accounts.

At the fear of having his cozy little trading empire exposed to the IRS, Lenny had buckled in at the legal negotiations and had transferred the amount of Kelly's claim for $1.4 million into trust with his attorney before Lenny had been allowed to leave the room, even to pee. Kelly's attorney had insisted on that knowing the accounts could have been uplifted and deposited elsewhere just on a secure telephone instruction made in the toilet.

Kelly worked for her father as assistant operations manager of his company's fleet of 149 interstate Freightliner trucks. Pete Carlisle didn't require his daughter to go to college and her stepmother and birth mother were not consulted in that matter. A month ago when the penthouse was sold as part of the marital settlement agreement and sick of being harassed by her friends about her upcoming divorce, Kelly had moved in with her birth mother Laura Carlisle. After the dust died over that disputed issue, her father said she could continue working for him.

She now sat in a bar facing her prospective seducer. Kelly had hoped for a guy round her size, five-ten and 112 pounds but this guy was taller and wider and heavier than that. That probably meant a large dick. She winced. But in compensation he looked more than okay and spoke in almost a refined manner. She hoped he could fuck.

"Well do I appear to meet minimum requirements?" he asked and blatantly rubbed over the hidden bulge of his dick.

Kelly almost had a convulsion; at least that was what it felt like. She gawked at his hand over his dick and felt she'd be dripping into her panties. There was no way she could turn this hunk down.

"Yes but what say we contract for $150."

"Get stuffed little lady. I ought to be charging five hundred."

Omigod, she was about to lose him for a paltry fifty bucks. However she hesitated and asked did he guarantee complete satisfaction.

He grinned and said did she mean front door or back door?

Omigod she'd not realized back door was on offer. She'd long been interested in being butt-fucked.

"Condoms?"

Fletch said for penetration, yes at all times unless she requested being fucked front door without condoms.

Fair enough. "Am I expected to swallow?"

"What my cock or my cum?"

God he was crude. How did she know what she meant in these unaccustomed and indelicate negotiations? She tried "Whatever."

Fletch sighed and didn't reply and began tapping a foot.

God she was on the brink of losing the deal. "Okay, I agree on two hundred and ask you don't take unreasonable advantage of my in you sexual excessivenesses or shenanigans."

"I take it you can really fuck well?

She was indignant. "What a question to ask a lady?"

He just grinned. 

She thought obviously she thought he regarded her as a slut. Well so be it.

* * *

Kelly proved to be a little disappointing. She just wished to be pounded, the act to be confined to missionary with no fancy add-ons, not even some kissing to fake romance and yes she would swallow as promised but after the first couple of bouts of that, with Kelly running off to the toilet to make herself vomit with a finger down her throat, Fletch kindly called off the need for her to swallow.

After two weeks Kelly sensed he was bored with her so said, "Let's make Thursday my final session and we'll end it with dinner."

"As you wish," he smiled rather happily and didn't care if she saw it.

After their final session, confined as usual to the client's stringent requirements, they went to dinner, not to a restaurant but to the home of Kelly's birth mother. He was introduced to Laura Carlisle who up to that point appeared disinterested in him, being more concerned about moaning to her daughter for making her wait till 9:00 before serving dinner. But Laura appeared startled when her daughter's gigolo kissed the inside of her hand that was to feed him and he said, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs Carlisle. You have a lovely daughter." 

Fletch caught the brief look between daughter and mother that ended with Laura raising an eyebrow.

Dinner went reasonably well, the majority of conversation occurring between Laura and her guest. Fletch left at 11:30 after kissing both women goodbye and saying he'd enjoyed their company.

"He's gorgeous," Laura said as the two women returned inside.

"Who?" responded Kelly, wishing to wind up her mother but that attempted tactic was ignored, her mom saying mildly Kelly had failed to recognize quality.

"He's a pain," Kelly said. "He refused to be rough with me although I told him it takes heavy sex to get me off. I paid him off tonight. At least he helped me get my confidence back. I now will cast round for a suitable lover good enough to marry once my divorce comes through."

"So he couldn't get you off?"

"I didn't say that. He excelled with his mouth."

Omigod Laura thought, placing a hand on the table for support. She loved romantic sex; her latest guy was emerging as a bit of a schmuck and deserved to be dropped. She felt sympathy for Kelly because she'd gone through a rough time. The forty-two-year-old brunette with emerald eyes said softly, "It can only get better for your darling; choose wisely."

Hugged her mom and thinking her mom ought to go a couple of rounds with Fletch. Kelly simply said, "Thanks mom. I wish dad was as supportive of me as you have been."

In the morning when they were having breakfast, Laura said, "Darling I was thinking during the night I ought to dump Arnold and go a couple of rounds with the Gigolo. How much does he charge?"

"Two hundred a session and the session goes until you quit."

"God that's cheap. I read somewhere that high-end sex workers charge $600 to $700 a session."

Kelly snorted and said who'd want to pay that much for a bout of in and out."

"There's such a thing as expertise and bells and whistles darling."

Kelly checked 'her watch and said well for one she didn't want a bell or a whistle stuck in her ass. Her mom's shrieking laugh rather amused her.

As Kelly was leaving for work they kissed goodbye.

"So you don't mind if I engage him?"

"Help yourself mom."

"How do I contact him?"

"His card is in my bedroom trash can. Help yourself and try not to be disappointed."

"Hi it's Laura Carlisle."

"Oh hi. Once again thanks for your hospitality last night."

"Thank you. I was calling to ask do you date?"

"Date?"

"Yes Kelly told me she's ended with you so I found your card in her trash can. I wondered if you would like to socialize with me? I'm short of quality company, er quality male company, and wondered if you had some week nights and weekends free to socialize? I'm not looking for sex, just a film and dining out, that sort of thing. How much would you charge for that?"

"Er for you, nothing. I would welcome being in your company socially."

Laura put smile into her voice. "Then it's a deal. Just socializing, no sex and I pay my own way."

"Agreed. What about this Friday night to a movie of your choice?"

"Great I'll select a movie and book a restaurant and call you with details."

"Fine. I'll be looking forward to seeing you again Laura."

An hour later Fletch had shopped at the supermarket for his mom who was at a church building and maintenance committee meeting and was walking through the parking lot to take the shortest route home (neither of them had a vehicle). He spotted a great ass hanging out at the rear of a hatchback vehicle.

Attracted, he said softly to avoid startling the woman, "May I help ma'am?

The woman's head shot up and hit the top of lift door opening.

"Jesus!"

"No it's Fletch asking how may I assist."

The young angry-faced woman pulled out and charged, "You frightened me."

"I did so unintentionally and for that I apologize."

She pulled down her short skirt and said, "I suppose you saw everything?"

Smiling reassuringly Fletch said, "Only up to your stocking tops. You have lovely legs."

She almost smiled.

He knew it was a wrong time to flirt and so asked, "What's the problem?"

"I tossed in a heavy bag of tinned fruit and my keys went flying from the thumb and finger grip of that hand and landed miles in, right at the back."

Great teeth, cute tits, hair needs attention, summarized Fletch as he asked was the car unlocked and she nodded. He opened the rear door, released and pulled down the back seat and pulled out the keys, taking eight seconds.

Fletch held out the keys. The woman blushed, smoothed down her skirt and took them, "Oh thank you. Why didn't stupid me think of that?"

"Your mistake riled you so you went after those keys like a terrier after a ball."

She smiled. "You mean after a rat."

"I switched to ball knowing you were obviously female and knowing some women have an aversion to the word rat let alone sighting one."

She grinned.

"Does it look good beyond those stocking tops?"

She frowned.

"Well I have outstayed my welcome. Bye."

She didn't reply and Fletch walked on, not looking back.

He was out of the parking area and fifty yards up Langdon Street when the same blue hatchback pulled up alongside him. The blonde called through the open window, "Want a lift Fletch."

Ah she'd remembered his name and must have been taken with his ass, Fletch speculated and opened the door and climbed in with his two shopping bags. "This is very kind of you."

"You intrigue me. I thought you had seized the opportunity to attempt to hit on me but I found myself off the hook."

Fletch told the truth. "Your cute ass attracted me."

The car was only just moving forward when it stalled. It was a manual model and the woman had let out the clutch too quickly.

"Jesus!"

Fletch looked ahead stoically. 

"I suppose you were thinking stupid woman driver?"

Fletch lied, "I was thinking this model stalls easily."

"That's crap."

"So I lied."

She laughed and said her name was Lydia.

"Thanks for the ride Lydia, you're a lovely woman," Fletch said, speaking through the open window after getting out.

Lydia looked at him intently.

Fletch smiled.

She smiled and said, "Look I'm home visiting mom and dad for a few days. They live near the far end of this street. You might like to invite me out tonight and if you keep on being this lovely you might get lucky."

Fletch only half heard that. He was attempting to work out who might her parents be living at the end of the street. The church was at the end of the street but someone would live opposite.

"Call for me at the manse. Father is minister at the church."

"The Rev and Mrs McDonald's daughter?"

"Yes."

"Their married daughter?"

"Yes but he's at home."

The son of a church elder said goodbye and meant that. If he dared touch the minister's married daughter his mom might pick up the axe.

Sitting drinking coffee Fletch thought his mom would be boarding an aircraft for Canada late afternoon and would be away ten days. It was probably she'd never learn he'd had an adulterous liaison with her minister's daughter. But no, it was too risky.

However Fletch was ecstatic. He'd actually connected with and impressed a woman he could plunder without any outside assistance, the first time this had happened since his graduation. He could do it! And it had been accomplished without sleaze! But how had he managed to pull it off? He had no idea. Perhaps it was his smile? Perhaps it was his good manners?

Fletch had a couple of drinks and then early dinner on the way home from taking him mom by cab to the airport. She was in such a state of excitement she'd probably never located the right flight by herself. At home he showered, put on clean briefs and a T-shirt and was sitting with a leg hooked over a lounge chair watching sport on TV when there was a knock at the door. It was almost 9:00. Fucking people trying to sell insurance or religion, he fumed to himself. He threw open the front door and snapped, "What."

"Oh were you expecting me?" Lydia asked, pushing through.

"Er no."

"And I think I know why," she said triumphantly. "Mom worked out from the address I gave her you were Sylvie Halifax's son and told me your mom is a church elder and then told me Mrs Halifax was leaving for Canada today. When you didn't show up I decided to come looking for you. I have been bored titless."

Fletch eyed her breasts. He pulled up his T-shirt and worked his six-pack a little. 

Lydia's eyes widened and she whimpered, "Omigod" and then clutching him said why bother going out.

With the preliminaries well-worked for mutual satisfaction, Lydia was on her back on the dinning room table, holding her legs out wide, and they both watched intently as Fletch pushed in slowly.

When she finally grunted Fletch asked, "Earlier I attempted to figure out what had appealed to you when I had frightened and then appeared to almost insult you?"

"Well I had been feeling a little horny for some hours and you looked quite a hunk with a great butt. But it was your willingness to assist and I believe you really thought I had a problem. Your manner was smooth and thinking about it when driving out of the parking lot I thought you really know how to talk to a woman. I though fuck I've missed out on a great opportunity. And then I saw you walking, head up and looking cheerful. God I almost wet myself."

Lydia went home in time for breakfast, assuring Fletch her mom would had lied to cover for her, telling her husband Lydia had stayed the night with a married girlfriend living on the other side of the city. 

They came together next night, in fact they came quite often and the next night Lydia went out with her parents and returned home to her own family next morning.

On Thursday early evening Fletch was waiting for the bus to go into the CBD for a meal and was joined by a woman in her early forties dressed for a night out. They chatted and she said she was going to a movie, the movie Laura Carlisle had called earlier to say they should go to tomorrow night.




Accidental Womanizer



The bus arrived and Fletch eyed the rather wide butt of Mrs Hawkins as she stepped aboard and he received a flash of stocking tops and rather well-shaped legs. He decided not to make a hit. 

When he sat at an empty seat Mrs Hawkins came down from a few seats farther back and said, "Do you mind if I sit next to you?"

There was no reason to say no and Fletch wondered why she was seeking company.

He moved over and she sat and appeared to be wearing quality perfume. Her skirt had ridden up but she ignored that.

"You are a very personable young man."

"Thank you," Fletch said, smiling widely.

"With great teeth."

He grinned weakly and realized to pick up woman all he had to do was to be polite and speak well and then wait for it to happen. If the female thought she wanted it she'd find some way of telling him.

"What will you be doing in the city?"

"Having a couple of quiet drinks."

"And looking for women?"

What a rude question, Fletch thought, but he smiled and lied, "No they tend to find me but I've had quite a run lately that I'm a little fucked-out."

Mrs Hawkins didn't turn a hair. "Well I can't say that status applies to me. My husband has been temporarily placed in shift work in communications at the airport and it doesn't suit him and he sleeps most of the day."

"Life can be such a bitch."

Mrs Hawkins chucked and patted Fletch on the knee. "You know a quiet drink sounds very tempting."

Fletch found himself unable to resist. "Well why don't you join me?"

"Are you sure?" Mrs Hawkins said, picking up Fletch's hand and squeezing it.

He thought a reply to that last question was unnecessary. Mrs Hawkins appeared to be lining herself up for sex. He had no intention of disappointing her.

Next evening Fletch dressed in black pants, white shirt and a lightweight gray patterned jacket thinking this was probably the first time in his adult life preparing to go on a date and not expecting to have sex. He frowned thinking that wasn't an encouraging thought.

Laura had lounged around all day Friday. With more than three million in cash and investments, she wasn't short of money but she was very bored. She'd dumped Arnold the previous day and suspected Fletch if she could hook him was good enough to invite him to live with her. She would have to get to know him better before issuing that invitation. She resolved to tell him she didn't mind if he kept his business going with other women while he remained her boyfriend. The guy appeared addicted to cunt. Fat juicy ones no doubt. Er like hers.

It was maintenance day for Laura. After returning from the hairdresser's she shaved from armpits to ankles and felt like taking on a sexy woman who'd compliment her on Laura's personal grooming and care.

Her time at the movie with Fletch went well. When she leaned closer Fletch placed an arm around her and when it landed she was ready to move his hand straight on to her breast. He cupped it and didn't pull away and during sexy moments she almost gurgled when feeling his thumb slide over her nipple, very gently. She placed a hand on top of his thigh and he left it there. Laura felt she'd made significant progress. She was telegraphing what she wanted although had told him quite the opposite on the phone. Of course being male he'd assume a movie, followed by dinner automatically would mean sex for dessert. While many men avoided desert she thought there would be only a few who didn't like sex.

It was a quiet restaurant inhabited by older people including courting couples. A woman played music softly and artistically on a keyboard with the drumbeat not far from being muted. Very nice.

"How old are you?"

He caught her by surprise so she said thirty-nine.

Fletch looked at her sternly. Oh god, he knew how old Kelly was.

She looked at him and said sweetly. "I lied to avoid frightening the horses. The truth is I'm forty-two."

"You look younger than that."

Laura had to hold herself from launching at him. Omigod, the perfect comment for most women.

She smiled and lowered her gaze demurely.

"With pretty eyes and beautiful lashes."

She confessed the lashes were augmented and said he knew that. 

"What about your breasts?"

That threw her. What about her breasts? What kind of answer was he expecting? Caught between possible opposing answers she said lamely, "What about them?"

"Are they augmented?"

She giggled and said no, in fact she ought to go the other way.

"They look fine to me."

She realized they were both looking at her breasts, with good cleavage obvious. She looked up and when he looked up they smiled and locked into mutual staring.

Laura knew she had to say something. Either that or burst. So she said, "You sound capable of being very romantic."

"I'm working on it. Although fucking women is my vocation I pick up tips and learn things through watching for responses."

"Really. I thought it would be straight into it, push-pull, push-pull, push-pull and half an hour later Janet or Petra, or Maria or Katrina would say 'That was good, here's your money and now fuck off'?"

"One or two are like that. But actually the most are starving for great sex and expect it from me and they put in the effort to reach the heights they aspire."

"Omigod, you make it sound like an art form."

"You might not be wrong about that."

Laura's fingers began twitching and to her horror he caught the movement.

"You can jerk my dick if that's what you want."

She gasped, "What in here?"

"Yes."

He worked his chair closer to the end of the table. "People often do it in restaurants."

"I've never seen them."

"And that makes it an art to avoid detection."

Laura swallowed. "I've never done it."

"In that case tonight is a good time to start. You are still young enough not to be set in your ways."

"I-I don't know what to do?"

He grinned and said really? 

She blushed and said she meant to accomplish it while avoiding attention.

He said they were sitting the wrong way so she'd have to do it with her left hand.

"My right hand is closer."

"You'll need that hand to hold my hand and to drink with. Work you chair closer to this end of the table and don't pull it in too closely."

Laura complied and he said he'd unzipped. "Show my your tongue so I get harder quicker. Just push the tip through your lips and flutter it."

"Great it's working. Now place your right arm round my right arm, pick up your glass and lean into me. We clink glasses and then drink from our own glass maintaining that clinch. In the meantime you reach down with you left arm and begin jerking me. I won't cum so jerk as slowly or as fast as you wish. It's just the affection behind this and the teamwork that will make us feel naughty and therefore excited. Gentlemen and their harlots have down this during fine dining for centuries and now the practice belongs to refined people like you and me."

"Oh god," Laura groaned and thinking nervous tension was making her perspire.

She settled into the jerking rhythm and found she could minimize shoulder shake that could give her away.

"The waitress is coming to clear our entrée plates. Do I stop?"

"No she'll know what you're doing and will give you the kind of smile women give to other women."

"Omigod."

It was true. The waitress smiled with lowered eyes at Laura. 

Laura shuddered into an orgasm.

She said she'd had enough and he said okay.

"I can't believe I did that, especially at my age."

He grinned and said he couldn't believe she had gone along with him either. "It's the first time for me in a restaurant."

Laura though garroting would be a suitable penalty. Then she laughed and said he'd made her feel much younger doing something so absurd and dangerous.

"I've taught you skills darling so don't complain."

Darling? Laura managed to close her mouth. Oh my, wasn't he a darling?

"Are we going to fuck?" she asked, driving out of the parking lot in her black Mercedes coupe.

"Soon but not tonight. You want romance and you'll get it. You'll understand is not romantic to have sex on the first date."

"Yes," she whimpered.

She parked outside his mom's house.

They kissed and tongued and as she became worked up she pulled out a breast for him and he licked it and tongue-flicked the nipple/.

"That's a beautiful breast," he said.

"Go on, you say that to all of your women."

He didn't answer that challenge but said, "In bed I'll think of that breast when jerking my rigid cock."

Laura mewed, "Why don't all men speak to women like you do?"

He said because men didn't understand what women wanted to hear.

"So you can tell a woman something without being sincere?"

"To a client yes, but you are not in that category Laura. You are upper echelon."

They parted after much deep kissing and Laura drove home weeping, wishing she'd been able to bring him with her. "Oh god, I'm failing in love," she wailed, tears flying. It was tragic having that emotion because Laura accepted she'd long given up that possibility occurring again because... well because she had become too picky. But this guy could charm the pants off her anytime he liked and she'd be deliriously happy about that. The tragedy was he'd never love her, not with all those babes and rich, unattractive women he was probably plundering.

Laura raced inside and phoned Kelly knowing this was stupid because her disagreeable daughter would only be interested in putting her down.

"Oh god mom, it's late. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just have to tell someone Kelly and you are the only one precious to me. I'm falling in love. I know I'm not been silly."

Laura waited for the derisive laugh but it didn't come. Instead Kelly said so it went okay and the reply was yes, very much so."

"And you had sex and are home already. Did you skip the movie?"

"No we saw the movie and had dinner. He put off having sex."

There was silence. Laura waited.

"You know what that means mom?"

"H-he doesn't find me s-sexually attractive?"

"God no mom. He can't believe he's landed up with you."

"What?"

"He's over the moon about you and has big respect for you."

"You must have got that wrong."

For a few years mother and daughter had talked frankly to each other about their sex life and this was not the time to pull back. "Mom did he behave chastely when saying goodnight?"

"Um more or less. I pulled out a breast for him and he gave it some attention."

"Gravely or slobbering over it like a pig?"

"Well of those two I'd have to say gravely."

"And he did nothing really sexy like poking a finger into you?"

"No of course not. But he did persuade me to begin jerking him off in the restaurant."

"Mom!" Kelly shrieked. "A restaurant is a public place. You could get seven days if caught."

Laura quavered, "He said it was an art form. The objective was to do it without being caught."

"I believe that mom. Christ there goes my theory about him deeply respecting you. By the way he comes hugely."

"Kelly," Laura protested weakly "Should you be talking to your mother like that?"

Kelly told her mom to keep the situation in perspective; it was no big deal.

She added, "He's apparently sexually familiar with older women and that's why I thought he might appeal to you if you don't mind sharing him. For a guy I found him very sociably and that gives him a head start over that clown you have had clinging to you like mommy's boy."

"I sent Arnold on his way yesterday."

There was a worrying silence but Kelly came through for her. "Mom that means you are extremely hopeful about striking up a stable relationship with this professional seducer."

"Don't you mean womaniser?"

"That's another name for him and there are more. I give you at least a ninety percent change of roping him in if you are comfortable about the age gap and what he does for a living."

"What age gap?"

Kelly laughed and said, "Good one mom. I have to go."

Laura almost danced round the room. Kelly approved of the potential pairing. Kelly's opinion was the only one that mattered. Her girlfriends would be green with envy when she showed up with a guy who'd recently turned twenty-five. She hoped none of her friends would work out the age gap was seventeen years, er and a bit.

CHAPTER 3

Fletch and Laura had dated three times and had not advanced beyond moderate petting, because that's what Fletch wanted and had attempted to explain that. He thought he'd convinced Laura that if they took it slowly they would be assured of their relationship continuing. But this had frustrated Laura because he'd not explained how slowly did he mean by 'taking it slowly' and he'd not defined what kind of relationship he had in mind. Besides she was almost panting for sex; it had been seven days and about eight hours since Arnold had last popped her.

Laura came straight out with it over dinner on their fourth date.

"When can we have sex?" She watched Fletch gulp.

"I'm in the process of accepting the theory there's more to a relationship with a woman than sex."

Laura fired. "What idiotic rubbish."

Fletch blurted in dismay "Excuse me?"

"A woman knows what she wants better than any professor of human sexology or well-informed blogger."

His confidence shaken, Fletch said, "You probably know more about this than I do."

"Damn right," Laura smiled. "Come on we're leaving."

"But our mains..."

"Is food more important to you than sex?"

He took almost half a second to consider that before mumbling of course not.

Laura was astonished they drove to her home in silence. She'd pictured they would be excited, she panting, he with three fingers up her cunt. But no she was shaking and he had the appearance of a man who'd just found he couldn't get an erection.

Damn. She accepted she'd screwed up.

As the garage door rumbled down behind them they still sat in the car.

"Well are we going to fuck?"

"If that's want you want."

"Of course that's what I want," she snapped as she climbed out of her sporty car, only thinking she'd only been focused on what she wanted. She looked across the car roof at him.

"Is that what you want?"

His eyes drilled her. "I've become almost crazy by not fucking you but I wanted to try this theory or relating to you on other channels. I wanted to shove into you the first time I saw you and that desire has not diminished.

Fortunately for Laura her car door was still open so she had something to support her.

"Y-you think like that?"

"Of course I do, I'm a professional seducer of women."

"But from what you're mentioned it would appear you have no professional qualifications and no coaching?"

"I've self-extended my proficiency on the job and focusing acutely on learning about what women want from their reactions and from what they say.

Laura leant against the car for further support. She swallowed. "We can have sex, heaps of it AND develop all other channels."

Fletch looked thoughtful and nodded. "Yes you're right. Move into the house and move your ass as I walk behind you. That hardens my dick and swaying your butt makes you focus on sex."

Bullshit, Laura thought and reaching the bedroom grinned, finding she was almost totally focused on sex.

She yelled gleefully when he threw her on to the bed, tore off her panties and shoved in his dick with her willing assistance. 

"Oh god," she panted. "I have been dreaming about this. You better be good."

"I haven't had the need to open a complaints division," he leered. "Remember, the better the woman at fucking the better I perform."

Laura began moving her ass and raining kisses over his chest, absolutely astonished he'd chosen to initiate with her with conventional missionary apart from ripping off her panties and dispending with foreplay.

She closed her eyes and grinned. She'd been around enough to know when she was coupled to a good working dick.

They slept that night and all next day, waking and finding they were ready for another session. 

Next evening Laura dragged him out of bed to shower and get dressed. She'd decided to go out to dinner to avoid slumping into sexual exhaustion. She needed a break, a long break. As he'd said last night, he didn't receive complaints and how could she complain about the best seducer she'd ever had?

* * *

On the third day of their liaison Laura called Kelly.

"Hi mom. Your phone was off. Have you away somewhere?"

"No, I'm home. We've been at it three days and. I'm a wreck."

"Mom!" Kelly yelled. "Tell him to lay off. That guy has become a fuck machine and you're forty and not particularly in great shape. He'll kill you."

"Oooh, death by fucking. I hadn't thought of that as a possibility of leaving you darling."

"Well as least he hasn't fucked your brainless. Mom tell him to back off, that you are physically and mentally drained. He'll understand. Actually he is rather sensitive for a guy who is dick-focused."

"But he'll know he's the winner."

"Well just tell him he's the winner. He won't realize he's in a contest. Do it mom or I'll come over and beat the crap out of you."

Laura said haughtily, "There is no need to be aggressive and rude. God you'd be the right woman for marathon sex. Why didn't you try it with him?"

"I didn't think."

"And he can be aggressive. He hurried my into the bedroom pinching my swaying ass and then ripped off my panties and was into me like an animal."

"Jesus, how did you manage that?"

"I told him in no uncertain terms I'd been on three dates with him and without sex. He seemed to sense I wanted to be fucked and fucked without delay. I even made him walk out of the restaurant before our ordered mains arrived."

"Mom you programmed him to operate like you would a machine. He knew what to do without having to think and wondering if you like things such as him blowing on your engorged nipples."

"What?"

"It doesn't matter mom. Just tell him what you want and leave him to get on with the job. I know now of making the mistake of attempting to describe what I wanted blow by blow. That probably confused his instincts and then dampened his ardor."

"Oh you poor darling. Do you want to try with him again?"

"What as a threesome?"

Laura swallowed. She didn't know what to think but heard herself squeak yes.

"Mom that doesn't sound like you?"

"You're my beautiful daughter darling," Laura squeaked.

"Oh yeah."

* * *

The weeks turned into months and not unexpectedly Laura and Fletch saw a great deal of Kelly, often with her new boyfriend in tow. She'd not been given a specific invitation to join her mom in a threesome.

Kelly was so pleased with Fletch because she hadn't seen her mom that happy in years. There was trouble though. Her mom's girlfriends were ignoring her socially and her mom didn't know why. It really upset her and she'd tried asking but felt she'd been given the brush off when told she was imagining it, that nothing had changed, but when she invited any of them to the mall or go to the concert they always had something else on. So Kelly invited Fletch out to lunch when Laura was away visiting her parents. Fletch only accepted when assured it wasn't a sex date and that pleased Kelly to hear him demanding that.

"This is about mom?"

"What am I wearing out her vagina?"

Kelly was so shocked she was unable to reply so gulped down wine.

Recovered she lied. "My mother would never discuss things like that with me. No the problem could be you. Her girlfriends have gone cold on her. It could be envy."

"Yeah the young guy with a big dick fantasy."

"I know for a fact with you that's no fantasy," Kelly said and then realizing she'd alluding to their former intimacy turned very bright pink. 

He grinned and said he'd needed all he had for her big cavern. At that she almost died before her thoughts turned murderous but then he captured her attention.




Accidental Womanizer



"I accept I'm your mom's problem. I have trained myself to observe women intently and am quite sure two of her friends I know felt quite disgusted, some appeared envious, a couple appeared not to care less and at least three were and remain jealous and they will be the troublemakers. But that's not all. Most of the husbands or partners don't like me around their women."

"That's absurd. You won't have touched them."

Fletch looked at her over his wine glass without replying.

Kelly groaned. "Omigod, how many of them?"

"Just Louie and Marsha. You are not expected to believe this but I did it hoping to put things right for Laura."

Kelly said softly she was prepared to believe that was his motive. His smiled made her clamp her legs and curl the fingers in her left hand and strangle her fork with the other hand.

"I could see what was happening. The guys all knew what I did for a living and either despised me or rejected me because of that. Those couples are basically rejecting me and not your mother and I thought I'd talk to a couple of them. I met Marsha twice and Louie just the once and talked about the problem and got nowhere. I suspected they thought I'd tell Laura if they acknowledged anything was amiss. I didn't have to work hard to get them to have a piece of me so I fucked them inadequately, hoping that would remove their envy but it appears that made no difference. They probably were left thinking Laura had to be fucked by someone, even a guy with a big reputation who rated lowly as a performer."

"Omigod you darling man. You endured humiliation to try to help my mom."

Fletch looked astonished. "You know how I felt?"

"Of course I do. Men hearing women say a man's entire life revolves round his dick are joking, but they are fools to think it's a joke."

Fletch sipped his wine and then, "Kelly do you mind if I talk frankly?"

"No and this is about the size of my cunt isn't it?"

Fletch nodded. "It's very wide for a younger woman."

"I can't help it," she muttered.

"Oh yes you can."

Disbelief swept over Kelly's face.

"Here I'll write down this for you. Look it up on the web. Don't go near a surgeon."

Kelly looked at the page torn from the small notebook, incidentally a little black notebook she'd observed. The two words were 'Kegel exercises'.

"I read something about them years ago but they were for women wanting greater sensation during intercourse."

"Isn't that what you need?"

Kelly's jaw dropped. "Omigod how could I have been so dumb not to recognize that might solve my problem. It's quite a problem finding men with really fat dicks you know."

"So I can imagine," Fletch grinned. 

Kelly laughed and called him a wonderful man.

Outside the restaurant they kissed and with Fletch still with am arm round her they watched as he drew a finger back and over the nipple under her light dress and soft bra.

"Stay away from devices purporting to strengthen your pelvic floor muscles. I've been told the only way is to go to a specialist consultant really into Kegel exercises. Look on the Web and talk to your doctor. Then when you commence the program stick to it religiously. Make your motivation the thought at the end of the line will be your own happiness and discovering the joy of sex with any reasonably sized dick."

Kelly swung back into him and kissing him lightly said she felt committed already.

* * *

Kelly suggested to her mom that her girlfriends could be spurning her because of her association with a young professional gigolo and their men would be against him thinking Fletch would be eying their women because they thought of him as a womanizer.

"Oh god I thought along those lines but perhaps not to the extent you picture it. What can I do?"

"You can think about these options mom. You could get a couple of them to call all of you together to try to hammer out general acceptance. You could leave town but that means leaving these long-time girlfriends. Thirdly you could dump Fletch."

"What choice do your suggest?"

"Mom it's your problem now exclusively. Work it out."

"Would you try again with Fletch if I dumped him."

"Mom!"

"Thanks darling, I have your possible answer."

Ten days later after attending a meeting of most of her girlfriends Laura tearfully asked Fletch to leave and told him why. Although a little nonplussed he agreed and remained pleasant about it and firm. When he said he'd pack Laura had said no stay the night for their final fling but he took her in his arms and kissed her and said no.

She helped him pack.

"Will you go back to living with your mother?"

"No my business is going very well. I have struck gold by finding access to more affluent women through referrals and now insist on being paid a minimum bonus if the encounter goes beyond three sessions and that is working wonderfully well. It would appear women place paying for sex among their big spending items such as hair and beauty. Women are not silly."

Laura laughed. "Do you mind if I find someone else?"

"No of course not; you are a woman who needs a man Laura."

"I won't mind if you take up with Kelly."

"Don't get me wrong Laura, Kelly is a lovely young woman but we didn't align well so could never be the perfect match up. You were apart from our age difference."

"I thought that too."

"Look I have a friend a computer engineer who's been divorced three years and can't find a suitable woman. Most of the women he meets are desperate divorcees."

"And he's not?"

"He's been casting round three years without hooking up and remains patient. My feeling is he just could be right for you."

"You mean in bed."

"I mean as an all-round mate."

"Oooh bring him on."

"Right I'll arrange something soon. I must call a cab."

"No way, I'll drive you."

"Okay to the Maybell Hotel. I'll look round for an apartment."

"To use for your business?"

"No I propose teaming up with a new woman, one who can accept I want to continue with my business so I might be casting round for five years even ten to find that type of brave, accommodating woman."

"I was one of those."

Fletch sighed. "Yes indeed. You are such a darling. Pack an overnight bad and stay the night but Laura, just the one night and no tears."

"I'll leave when you go out to look at apartments."

CHAPTER 4

Six weeks later Fletch took his mom out for her birthday and stayed the night at her home. Next morning he walked to get some things from the supermarket for her and was almost home when a car stopped beside him and the driver leaned over to call through the passenger open window, "Need a lift stranger?"

"No thanks I'm almost..." Fletch blinked. It was her... um....Rev McDonald's daughter... um... "Oh hi Lydia. You look pretty."

"Omigod a compliment at it's not yet 9 a.m. I'm astonished you remembered my name Fletch."

"You didn't do so bad."

"I occasionally talk to your mother about you."

"Why?"

"Because I'm interested in you. You got away from my last time and I didn't mind because I was married then. But now I'm divorced after marrying the wrong type of man."

"Er what kind of man?"

"A groaner who only ever thought about sex."

"Um I'm no different."

"Your mom told me what your disgusting profession is Fletch. Jump in and let's go for coffee and talk about hire rates. Claire and I are living with my parents and everyone round her knows I'm Rev. McDonald's daughter so I can't get a man near my pussy." 

"Oh you poor darling."

Blushing Lydia said, "You mom told me you are a sweet guy."

Over coffee the blonde 30-year old said, "Well what do you think of me as a client, forgetting about my dad's vocation?"

"While we have been chatting I have been chewing over options."

"Oh a male who can operate on more than one channel."

Fletch screwed up his nose at her and said not to be so rude.

She laughed and told him to answer the question.

"Well you're bossy..."

"Don't be a grump."

"Look I think this. We date a few times and during that time you decide if you and Claire should move in with me. How old is she?"

"Eighteen months."

"Oh a delightful age."

Lydia said doubtfully, "You're just saying that."

"I have a couple of friends with under ten-year olds."

"Oh and thank you for implying Claire is cute."

"She'd have to be having a mom like you."

Lydia emitted a tiny gasp and place a hand below her neck.

"With great tits."

Lydia folded her arms high. "You don't hold back do you?"

"And you don't like that?"

Accompanied with a faint smile she said, "I didn't say that,"

"It's just that you feel a little desperate without a man?"

Lydia stared at him not answering.

"What."

"Are you for real?" she said coloring.

He said ask his mother and she gurgled and reached for his hand and squeezed it.

"Yes let's try your date and appraise suggestion. If I do move in I'll pay my way. My ex had rich parents and they paid me off handsomely to agree to divorce because they said I was too much for him psychologically."

"Okay I have a large apartment so we can split everything down the middle."

"I aim to return to work when Claire turns two. Mom will mind her."

"My mom will be glad to help out, I know she will and there's a crèche at the church."

"How do you know that? According to your mom you have only been to church once as an adult apart from weddings and funerals."

"And the baptizing of my godson."

"What one of your friends offered you that honor, knowing what your vocation is?"

"Yeah Kate worked as a hooker earning money while at college so has great understanding and Mike her husband has known me since we first went to school. Oh don't get warped ideas about Kate because you two could end up being great friends. She's just a very modern, practical woman who looks for solutions, not obstacles."

"I'll keep an open mind and try to forget what you just told me about her college days."

"I wouldn't bother. She's likely to tell you."

Lydia sighed. "You make it sound as if we will team up."

"We will providing you accept me continuing with my vocation."

Lydia looked at Fletch carefully. "Without bringing your work home?"

"Yes, apart from phone calls that I'll take in the study with the door closed. You won't be aware of what I do. I tell people I work in real estate and they automatically think I seduce willing female clients."

Lydia giggled and that told Fletch the only hurdle had been jumped.

He dug into his back pocket. "Come to my apartment tonight for dinner and sex. Here's my card."

"It does say real estate consultant but no firm is listed."

"Well I give free advice and make no representations about being an expert so I can't be prosecuted for accepting real estate commissions illegally or committing an offence for holding myself out to be qualified as a Realtor or a Realtor's salesperson."

"'I see. Do you know anything about real estate?"

"I've lived in dwellings and read up about it so probably know a little bit more than you do."

Lydia stood to leave and still laughing she kissed him. "You give the impression of being a real honey; do nothing to spoil it for me. I'll arrive around 7:00. Claire will be asleep by then and I'll stay the night if you wish."

"I wish."

She giggled and eyed him tenderly.

An hour later Lydia called sounding upset. "Hi are you ready for the bad news."

"Your period has started."

He could hear her mouth drop open. "What? Oh of course not. Now where was I? "Oh I know. Mom won't allow me to stay out all night unless it's with a girlfriend she knows. She helps me with Claire so I... well I'm not going to argue with her."

"She would have known me had I attended church regularly."

Lydia laughed and sounded a little more relaxed. "Mom said girlfriend, one she knows."

"Phew there was no need for me to go to church then."

There was a pause so Fletch knew to expect more.

"Mom knew I'd be going out with a guy so I told her it was you, than she knew your mother very well."

"Go on."

"She said that was different but only a little less concerning. She said she was aware Sylvie was very proud of her son. But she said she wish to interview you first."

"Fine."

"What? I thought you would be steaming mad."

"Not that I'm assured you are not having your period."

"Fuck Fletch this is a serious discussion. Don't try to confuse me."

He laughed to keep her relaxed and said, "Aren't you breaking some convention saying fuck in the manse?"

"If you must know I'm calling in private standing on the back lawn."

"I'm coming now."

"Oh you wicked boy."

Fletch scratched his ear and said what did she mean but knew he was being teased. "I'm on my way now."

"Thank you dear man and thanks for not being mad at me."

Fletch thought her ex must have been a really bad-tempered jerk.

Lydia wearing a blue short dress with a wide white belt and her hair up met Fletch at the front door. She kissed him and them wiped off the lipstick.

He observed, "You're dressed to go out?"

She smiled sweetly and said she was so confident of him freeing any doubts from her mom's mind that she had dressed and packed her bag ready to leave with him.

"Okay if she's easy meat what about your dad?"

"I've convinced mom to keep this between we three. Come through."

They entered the sunroom.

"Mom this is my new friend Fletcher Halifax. He prefers being called Fletch. As I told you we've met in the supermarket a few times."

Mrs McDonald who was holding a cute little girl smiled and said good afternoon Fletch.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs McDonald, I have seen you in church."

"Once."

"Er yes as you know I don't go that often."

She smiled.

"Is it okay I call you Jasmine? I've heard mom talking to you on the phone and calling you Jasmine."

"I don't see why not. You are a fine looking young man."

"I won't be that bold with you Jasmine otherwise you'll think I'm lying."

She laughed and touched her hair.

Fletch held out his arms. Claire hesitated and then leaned forward to be taken. He noticed the women glance at each other but they didn't say anything until Jasmine asked, "Are you used to infants Fletch?"

"My godson is a month older that Claire."

"So you know Claire was married and has been left with Claire?"

"Yes."

"I'm surprised you didn't run a mile."

"Why?"

"Well I... well Lydia did tell me you were definitely not a run-of-mill young man. I find your attitude very refreshing."

"Thank you."

Fletch tickled Claire under the chin. She grabbed his finger and smiled at him.

"Now would be a good time to call your father in Lydia."

"But mom is willing to handle this without him."

"I'll have to meet him sometime over you so please Lydia."

"You're taking an unnecessary risk young man."

"I'm confident about myself but not over-confident Jasmine. Did I hear you mention coffee?"

"A past echo perhaps," she smiled. "Yes I'll fetch coffee. You do have a nerve young man. I like it."

"There you go. I didn't think you appeared to be the conventional wife of a minister."

Charles McDonald entered, a lean man with very long graying hair. He pushed his spectacles over his forehead.

Lydia made the introductions and the men greeted each other cordially.

And then, "It's very nice young man meeting you but why am I meeting you?"

Fletch hesitated. He looked at Lydia whose face was screwed up and she appeared to be turning white. He looked at her mother who looked at him... and she winked!

"Your daughter is coming to my apartment to dinner tonight sir and she's decided to accept my invitation to stay the night, er with her parent's approval."

Charles looked at his wife. "Jasmine?""

"I approve."

"Then I approve. What do you do young man?"

"I consult people about real estate, women. They have special needs because many of them find difficulty in choosing any option let alone the best-choice option.""

"You and I are on the same wave-length son. I find widows require the most attention as they appear to be wandering aimlessly."

"I couldn't agree with you more sir. This is lovely coffee Jasmine."

Jasmine, holding her beautifully behaving granddaughter, said thank you. 

Charles pounced on that. "So you are already calling my wife Jasmine, a woman old enough to be your mother. Are you a charlatan?"

"I'm certainly not a charlatan sir."

Charles grinned. "If you thought I was raised in the church you are mistaken young man. I went to sea on freighters for nine years before I found religion and my father, a breeder of stud sheep and cattle in the north of Scotland, agreed to pay for me to study theology providing I entered the Presbyterian church. Well off you go; you also have my consent. I know your mother well Fletcher, well enough to know she would not have raised a jerk. Just be careful not to get my daughter pregnant unless you both intend that to happen."

"Yes sir, thank for sir."

"Please call me Charles when we meet again and try to keep our daughter happy."

"Well the way is clear," Lydia said as they settled into the cab "We have nothing ahead of us but licentious sex."

The cab lurched, almost running into a parked vehicle. The cabbie muttered he'd become temporarily distracted and apologized.

Entering the apartment, almost at the run, Lydia said, "This looks very nice" and was immediately told to get her clothes off.

"M-my stomach became rounded after giving birth."

"No problem, I'm mainly interested in your mouth, tits and cunt but rolling my hand up a curved belly will be lovely."

"Omigod, my mind's not working. W-what do I take off first?"

"Does it matter?" Fletch said, pulling off his shirt and tossed that over towards his discarded jacket.

"Er no. You want to see all of me, um without preamble?"

"Yeah, let's fuck and do the nice stuff later. From the moment I saw your ass bent over your car I wanted to fuck it."

"Oh Fletch, please slow down. I rarely have done a-anal."

"That's about to change."

"Omigod," Lydia sighed. "How did you know? I've dreamed of you ravishing my butt."

Fletch's reply was to show almost all of his teeth. At that he dropped his pants and pulled down his briefs with his heel.

"Oh Fletch, "You'll never get all that up my ass."

"Want to bet?" he leered.

Surprisingly to Lydia, but not to the more experienced Fletch that first ravishing fuck accomplished in doggy position ended with only his little finger up her butt and after they both had climaxed he settled her into a wonderful sixty-nine and she swallowed his load, something quite rare for her. She explained she'd felt the need to do it in return for him making her come in huge screams with his thumb up her ass.

They finally went to sleep at 3:00, Fletch apparently eager to carry on but Lydia low on reserves said reluctantly she needed sleep because she had motherly duties to perform next day as well as attending the church service.

"Make sure you don't leak semen on to the pew."

Lydia cracked him over the ear and he howled in pain and was told he had only himself to blame for that. 

When Fletch groped under the sheet for Lydia a few hours later he found she was not there. After checking the bathroom he raced to the kitchen but found she was gone but had left a note. It read: 'Thanks that was wonderful, fucking wonderful, and you are quite an accomplished cook as well. I could fuck you until I drop.'

Fletch grinned, "Attagirl," and returned to bed. Before he slipped off to sleep he decided that he must describe himself as a real estate consultant to his other women, who now all came to him on referral. He'd not like Lydia's parents to learn he was calling himself a professional seducer. Perhaps he ought to relocate? The parents in learning of his true vocation could apply to the court to have Claire taken into their custody if successfully citing due cause as the mother's association with an undesirable person. Judges and moralists tended to lag behind social change in communities.




Accidental Womanizer



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Lydia raced to the apartment next evening to get Fletch between her legs or hunched against her rump and to talk. She was a great talker.

"Are you able to manage me after being with a client all day?"

He smiled and said it was interesting she should mention that. "It appears I'm always left with at least one more round to fire."

"God what a man compared to that wimp I married and compared with other guys I have known... er... carnally.

"Sex is such an interesting part of life isn't it"?"

She looked at him wide-eyed and said, "Now that you mention it yes. But I suppose you know the majority of people don't have a varied sex life?"

"They don't?" he said in genuine surprised and she seemed pleased to have taught him something about sex.

Fletch said he must correct her impression of being occupied all day thrusting women.

"I had two clients today. One was finished with me after three hours with one short and one long fuck during that time and the other was with me for only forty-five minutes and most of that time just wanted to talk."

"Omigod a couple of hundred bucks for a forty-five minute session."

"She said her partner only fucks her once ever night or so and that's all she can stand. She paid me $700 for that session, saying she will rebook and will probably stay longer and wants me to gradually rack up her interest and capacity for sex until she is fucking more robustly."

"Will she keep on with you after say a five sessions?"

"Who knows, we are talking about women. An older woman from your church was my original client and still returns to me about once a month."

There was a pause and Lydia looked thoughtful. Finally she said, "Is it Mrs Cox?"

"The names of my clients are confidential, even to you."

"I bet it is. I went through all of dad's regular adherents and she seemed the most likely. God Fletch, she's older than mom."

"Actually I don't practice age discrimination."

"Oh good boy. If mom happened to approach you as a prospective client would you...er... you know."

"No."

"Oh good but why not?"

"The rule applied to her would be don't foul the nest."

They were sitting on the sofa. Lydia giggled and said that was a great rule. She removed her panties and placed her legs over his shoulders and spread her pink and rather small pussy for him, but it stretched beautifully. Fletch licked his lips for good reason and jerked her up closer to him and plunged down his head and his tongue snaked forward.

After that she lay back and held the upper leg up high. Fletch's fairly long and fat erection eased in, bringing a gloat to the recipient's face. After they both had climaxed and rested Lydia worked him up again and pushed it against her lower crevice.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I keep think about it all the time."

"I'll get lube and a condom."

"I've told you I don't require you to use a condom because you assured me you always wear one when entering other women and there's lube still running out of me to use."

"The lube I have is best for anal and you'll be very tight. It is best practice for us to use a condom for anal."

"In the DVDs I've seen the guys rarely have one on when going back door."

"Do you know anything about their state of health?"

"Um no and I must say I've never thought about it."

"They are sex professionals darling and will do practically anything for money and who knows what ailments they pick up at work. Besides we don't know if there's a female sheath just out of sight in the butt of that slut."

"Are you a professional slut sweetie?"

Fletch froze and looked dismayed. He nodded and said yes, he suppose he was the male equivalent.

"That's very brave of you to give that answer. Hurry back darling."

Darling? Fletch thought, picking up his pants and retrieving a condom and a small transparent phial of lube. What sort of mature judgment was that giving a male slut that label. He wondered perhaps she saw him as he saw himself, a man acting as if he had two lives.

Lydia said bravely, "This is going to hurt isn't it?"

"It could produce discomfort, perhaps pain. If it becomes painful call it off. You'll be tight but my pick is you will be fine, being young and fit and you are very supple."

"I sometimes insert a small vibrator."

"Good, very good. That would help as pre-conditioning. We must take this very slowly with several rest points. We shouldn't attempt to get me fully in this time."

"Unless I want you fully in."

"What despite feeling you are being split in two?"

"Omigod," Lydia said, beginning to pant. "Come on, let's get started. I'll try to remain relaxed and confident. I read about it on the Web this morning."

"So you expected to be doing this today?"

"Yes."

They sweated and grunted and eventually half of Fletch's length was up her channel.

"That's enough for today," Lydia said. "It will be easier next time won't it?"

"I would think so. Knowing you can take me up there has breached a psychological barrier."

"All I felt was discomfort, a little pain and knowing something was up my ass that was too big for it."

"Let's just wait and see. We don't have to do this again but I think you have come this far so you should continue. Once we reach the stage where I'm freely stroking in and out of your ass and you pushing back yelling you want more of me up you and to stroke faster you might be experiencing the joy of anal."

"Joy? My ass hurts and I'm sweating like a pig and you call that joy?"

""Have a warm shower and in a half hour tell me how you feel and what you think. Anal is a no-no for some women who've tried it, others can tolerate it and enjoy hearing their partner grunting while she hammers her pussy and some women prefer it to vaginal sex because they get far more feeling from being anally fucked."

"That sounds like a very fair summary."

Fletch smiled and said he believed it was. What he really liked about it was anal brought out the animal in women. "Some of my best fucks have been anal."

"Well I'm committing. I'd like it as another dimension to our sexual activity and I'm now curious to find if you can bring out animal in me."

During supper Lydia was obviously back to her sunny self but said she was walking a little stiffly.

"That's great. I'd like to move in with you if Claire comes too."

She saw Fletch's face change.

She asked anxiously, "Does that earlier invitation no longer apply."

"Yes it does, but not here. We must relocate to avoid being compromised with your parents if they find out my true vocation."

"But you have a well-established business here."

"Yeah I've been thinking about that. I could stay here, find a job and wind down my other activity that could ruin your life if anything went wrong. I also have been thinking about you and Claire. By that I mean in terms of more than a casual relationship."

"Meaning?"

"Becoming a real father to Claire if you decide to marry me."

Fighting her emotions Lydia asked, her voice a little shaky, "Will I be asked?"

"Yes."

"Omigod. Um what kind of employment are you thinking about?"

"Selling real estate. I really think I have a way with women and women figure significantly in eighty percent of residential property purchase decisions."

"Oh brilliant and that would mean me not being landed with all the sexual pressure?"

Realizing what she'd just said Lydia slapped a hand over her mouth and turned scarlet.

"Red really is a good color for you," said the charming Fletch, never critical of women for saying what they think. He reached for another piece of mushrooms and bacon pizza while eying her. He almost toppled the water jug. Lydia thought she knew what he was thinking and said she'd like to finish supper first.

THE END