I am Peter and my marriage had lasted over twenty years, but it had stopped being a real marriage long before. My wife had wanted a career of her own. I was fine with that. It left me time to stay at home and do my artwork. I sold enough pieces to make it worthwhile.
Of course, Natalie, my wife, worked late often. She was a lawyer. Because of this I decided to ride it out and just take care of myself. I knew my wife well by now, and she could have raked me over the coals in a divorce. I just learned to be very careful and went on living.
One way I was able to accept the situation was to have friendly neighbors, several of whom were women of a certain age, and in need of special treatment, if you follow my drift. For almost ten years I had been having affairs with as many women in the area as I could accommodate. Of course, I kept this from my wife easily, since she was so seldom home until quite late. I had kept my affairs active during the hours that my wife worked.
One of my conquests had a daughter who was in college. They had moved into our neighborhood just this year and the daughter was seldom around. Her mother, however, was a lonely single woman. She welcomed my advances and became part of my "entourage" on the block. But when Madison graduated she was at home more and more often. She had completed a Masters in Fine Arts. She discovered from her mother that I was a professional artist and we became close because of that.
She had done modeling in school to pay for some bills and she now did the same for me. I painted nudes as well as landscapes. I adored her body. It was great for my type of work. We established a routine and she could come over whenever she wanted. I kept the door open during the day.
She was often out looking for work, not wishing to go back to graduate school as of yet. And she was gone most days, but she sometimes spent the day in, and spent her time either modeling for me or sunbathing in the backyard next door. Quite a sight from my attic studio. Still, I managed to retain lots of my fun with my other flowers. I had told Madison to come over anytime and we would talk about our art together, even if she wasn't modeling for me.
One day Faith, my neighbor from down the block, had decided to drop by in the afternoon. I left my brushes and proceeded to give her what she needed. What she needed was some good sex. Faith had tits to die for, large and suckable. And her figure was the classic hour glass that men all secretly desired. Before my brushes had dried from being cleaned we had stripped and I was mauling those tits with my hands and mouth, while Faith jerked on my cock, getting me harder and harder.
When I had enough of her tits we decided to service each other. We made ourselves comfortable on my daybed in the studio and began making love to each other with our mouths. Faith absolutely loved cock sucking. She had done me many a time. And I loved the taste of her pussy. She always tasted of honeysuckle nectar. As she sucked my cock into her throat I rammed my tongue into her pussy. My chin was rubbing my afternoon stubble against her clit and she was frantically sucking and humping my face, both at the same time. I decided to make her cum a few times, then I gave her the reward she expected. I shot a huge wad of man juice down her throat and she swallowed it all, with gusto.
As we both came, I took my face from her cunt I glanced up. I had heard something, and saw Madison's back as she scrambled out the studio door. Well, this was a situation. I helped Faith get herself together, not awkwardly, but with some haste, telling her a little white lie. I told her that Madison was due to come over any minute for a modeling session. Faith gave me my kiss of reward for pleasing her and then left.
Now I was in the position of trying to explain to my young neighbor what she had seen, in some plausible way. Somehow I hated the idea of her thinking of me cheating on my wife. I couldn't figure out what I was going to say, but I went next door and Beverly, her mother, told me she was upstairs in her room, and to go on up. Beverly had to leave for her afternoon job, but she said Madison would love to chat about art some more.
I was hoping to come up with something because I like Madison, and I didn't want to lose a budding relationship. As I approached her room on the second floor I heard a slight squeaking sound. It intrigued me. I guessed it was her bed moving. Why would that be? So I moved more stealthily than I might have otherwise. I came to Madison's door, saw it wasn't quite closed, and opened it quickly.
To my great surprise I saw Madison, all of twenty-three years old, with a dildo rammed up her little pussy. My first thought was she was that she certainly couldn't be a virgin. My second was the thought that I wished it was my cock instead of the dildo.
I really liked Madison. This wasn't the first time I'd had these kind of thoughts about her. All my neighbor ladies had kept me satisfied, but now I knew I would never be truly satisfied until I fucked my Madison. Her body was so fantastic. I enjoyed my entourage, but they were getting to a certain age. Things were sagging a bit. It was good to see such young flesh again, and right here next door.
Madison saw me, and immediately withdrew the dildo. But she made no effort to hide her little, shaved pussy. With her dress and bra she was still fully clothed, except for her panties, and I could see the juices leaking out of her cunt.
I sat down and started to tell her a story about what she had seen, but she stopped me. She told me she had known about the other women. Gossip traveled quickly in our little area. And she had sometimes peeped and saw me with my friends. Her only regret was that she had not be part of it. That surprised me but it was gratifying too.
She told me all about often peeking into my studio, watching me fuck and suck all the ladies from all around. And she always played with herself, first with her fingers in her cunt and on her little clit, then with the dildos other girls had told her about. In fact, they had shown her how to use them in little gatherings of sorority girls. Virtually all of her friends had lost their virginity to a dildo and had went on to lovers among their college friends.