The balance of Aaron’s day went decidedly quicker, proving what he’d thought earlier: that even a challenging day would pass much easier were he in a better state of mind. A couple of his regulars even remarked on his upbeat mood, and when asked, he credited a fantastic lunch with a good friend. Fantastic indeed!

Ashley went out shopping in the afternoon and took a call from Melody in the car.

“Mom, you sound really happy about something,” she noticed.

“Oh, I just had a really nice lunch with an old friend,” Ashley replied. Melody knew Aaron well and might not think it strange that she’d had lunch with him, but Ash was afraid any further conversation might hint at just how nice their lunch was.

“That’s great! I know how down you’ve been about Dad and his trips,” Melody said, aware of the situation. Her mom was as much a best friend as a mother, and they shared far more than is typical for a mother and daughter. They each expressed how much they looked forward to Melody’s return home in two weeks and ended the call.

Thinking about seeing her mom also raised ambivalent thoughts about seeing her dad. She reserved judgment about his suspected cheating, but had noticed a change in her conversations with him. He wasn’t as interested in what was going on in her life, seemed a bit distant, and even distracted when she spoke with him during one of his trips. She’d decided not to call him when he was traveling, and since he never called her during workdays, their discussions were pretty much limited to weekends. Though he’d be home the same week she was, it didn’t seem to bother him that he’d only see her on the weekends.

It wasn’t surprising that Aaron finished his day happier than he’d started it, but the encounter with Ashley had also given him a much-needed shot of confidence. The incredible high from such incredible sex was bolstered by the renewed belief that he could still be a good lover.

He decided to go out for dinner, and his revived spirit led him to flirt with the cute little hostess, Zoey, at Outback. He went there often enough that she recognized him and was always friendly, but the way she responded to his banter made him wonder if the petite brunette might be on the menu as well.

The more he thought about it over dinner, the more he figured why not, and he stopped at her podium on the way out. To his surprise, she accepted his invitation for a dinner date the following week, and he went home feeling happier than he had in a long time.

Ashley saw him leave and, not knowing when he’d return, her mood deflated somewhat, but she didn’t give up. She could be ready in minutes, so she kept a watchful eye on his dark house for lights indicating his return, or even catch him driving in, and over an hour later her patience was rewarded.

She ran to her bedroom to change, donning the underwear she’d purchased that afternoon. She’d figured a new lover warranted some new sexy panties, especially since she hadn’t worn any that afternoon. She threw on a short silk robe and tied the sash loosely.

He was still thinking about little Zoey when he settled in his living room with a beer, about to see if there were any interesting games on TV. A knock on the French doors leading to his backyard startled him. No one ever knocked on those doors, especially at night. He saw a shadowy figure and told Alexa to turn on the outside lights. A smile came to his face instantly when he saw the beautiful Ashley standing there in a short robe that left most of her shapely legs bare. Wearing only a pair of boxers, he’d felt unprepared for a visitor when he first heard the knock, but now guessed he was dressed perfectly, and he could feel his cock getting hard already as he went to the door.

“Come in, young lady!” he said when he opened the door.

“Come on, Aaron! I’m certainly not young, and …” she paused to open her robe and let it fall to the floor, “… I think this afternoon proved I’m no lady either! Especially showing up at a handsome man’s back door at night!”

“Would you prefer I say, ‘Come in, sexy slut’”? he said, stepping up and pulling her into his arms.

“It fits!” she laughed, leaning in and soliciting a seductive kiss that grew in intensity. When their lips parted, she took his face in both hands for a soft, wet, lips-only kiss, reminding him of when she’d held his face like that before. She stepped back and said with a pouting tone, “You didn’t notice the new panties I bought just for you!” She turned slowly around to give him the back view of the cheeky panties in royal blue, lace-trimmed satin.

“I’ve never seen you in any panties, new or old, but they’re very nice and look especially hot on you!” he said, finally getting a smile in return for the compliment that said she made the panties look hot, not the other way around. “It’s a shame, though,” he said as she put her arms around his neck with short kisses between words.

“What’s a shame?”

“You won’t have them on long!”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“I would think you’d rather take them off before sitting on my face,” he said, enjoying the happy look on her face.

“What makes you think I want to sit on your face?” she asked, not having made the connection yet.

“You told me!”

“Oh, did I?”

“You don’t remember? We were standing in your driveway, talking about my work and how I sit all day, and you held my face in your hands, just like you did moments ago, and told me you could think of a better place to sit!”

“So I did,” she laughed, remembering now. “I love facesitting!” she said with her lips almost touching his. “Shall I take them off right now?”

“Let’s just take this off for now,” he said, turning her around, unclasping her bra, and letting it fall to the floor before taking a tit in each hand, lifting, squeezing, and pinching them.

“All those times I’ve teased you with sexy innuendos, and I never knew you could give as good as you take!” she said as she lay her head back against his chest. “Oh fuck, Aaron! You’re driving me crazy!” she cried when a hand slid down her torso and between her legs. “And now all I can think about is sitting on your face!”

“Come. Let’s find a more comfortable place for you to sit,” he offered, taking her hand and leading her to his bedroom. He sat on the bed and had her stand before him. “Turn around. Let me see your sumptuous ass in these panties before I take them off!” She giggled when he groaned at the close-up view of her cheeky panties. “So beautiful!” he finally said with one set of fingers grazing the fleshy orbs while the others slid between her legs.

“Take them off, Aaron!” she pleaded when his fingers found her wetness and turned around on her own. “Mmm, yeah,” she hummed as he pulled them down slowly and let them drop to her ankles once they reached her knees. “Uh-uh!” she scolded when his fingers tried to touch her tender lips. “No hands!” He bent to sample her taste, and she stepped back. “You can’t have it till I feed it to you.” She loved this kind of play, and she stopped him again when he turned to climb onto the bed, ready to be fed. “Take your boxers off. I want to ride your cock right after I ride your face.”

He quickly stripped and lay on his back in the middle of the bed, his hands calling her to him. Years of sexy innuendos and teasing double entendres from her had not revealed the incredible reality of this sensuous woman. If he’d had someone like her in college, he would have declared himself in love.

“You want to eat me, Aaron?” she started as she got on the bed, walking on her knees to his side. “Hm? You want my sopping wet pussy painting your face? My cunt stuffed in your mouth until I cum in it?” she asked as she lifted her leg up and over his chest, moving up into position, pinning his arms at his sides.

“Yes, Ash. I do. Feed me with your sex!” he said moments before she descended, pushing his head into the mattress and feeling his lips and tongue trying to do more than just succumb.

As before, she entertained him with her joyful exclamations and demands, with the common theme of ‘Eat me’ and ‘Make me cum’ as she ground her pussy into his face. She really did love sitting on a man’s face, forcing his full attention on her pusssy, but it had to be a special occasion for Dean to surrender himself, and Aaron was already making his half-hearted attempts pale in comparison.

She loved how when she’d lift off his face long enough for him to speak, he begged for more, lifting his face back into her seething snatch. Each time she came, he acted like it hadn’t happened yet, and tried even harder, extending her orgasmic bliss into strings of several smaller climaxes. Insisting he savor every drop of her, he kept her pussy in his mouth continuously, even when she freed his hands, and fatigue kept her from contributing. He smiled when she squirted, rocking his face side to side, ensuring she covered it with her liquid cum.

In short, he gave like no one had before, placing more importance on her pleasure.

“Oh my God, Aaron! That was the best, but I’m worn out! I don’t know if I can ride …”

“Oh no, young lady – or sexy slut, if you prefer! The ride’s not finished! You can’t get off just before the payoff! You get down there and stuff your dripping wet pussy full of that cock!”

Ashley laughed, saying, “Yes, Sir!” and sliding down to do as she was told. Aaron was turning out to be so much more than she imagined when she’d decided he’d be the source of her newfound sexual freedom. Generous and funny, not to mention his good looks and the fat cock she was desperately trying to sit on, all added up to an enormously satisfying playmate.

“Oh God, Aaron!” she gasped at the fullness his complete penetration created.

Both squirming as she sat, they moaned in appreciation of the tight fit. One deep, shuddering breath accompanied her first lift, and another when she came down. Leaning forward, her hands fell on his chest, tweaking his nipples as the ride quickened.

Aaron reached for her firm tits, shaking enticingly as she bounced on his cock. He brushed her hair back to smile at her pretty face, showing signs of the effort she was putting in, though she managed a smile in return.

“Oh yeah! That’s it, Aaron!” she said when his hips rose to meet her halfway. “Yeah. Yeah! Fuck me!” Rocking her hips to feel him differently inside, she felt more in control and hastened the pace, another climax within reach. “Oh fuck!” she cried when she felt his finger on her clit after he warned her he was going to cum soon. “Cum with me!” she cried when she was on the cusp.

He jerked up hard once, and as she felt the pulses, she cried out while falling atop him, each sharing their body’s reactions as they rolled to their sides, hugging tightly.

They lay together, he on his back and her head on his chest, as they spoke in clipped phrases of what a fantastic experience they’d shared. It all felt new, since it had been a long time since either had had such pleasure.

She noticed his watch and the time, then sat up, holding his wrist to make sure she read the tiny hands right. She looked into his questioning eyes sadly.

“I have to go, hon. If he calls, it’s usually around this time,” she explained.

Minutes later, they stood on her kitchen patio, hidden from the street, kissing goodbye and promising to be together again soon, though with her husband returning the following day, “soon” was a rather nebulous concept.

Sunday morning found Ashley depressed. Dean had returned in the late evening on Friday, and for the first time declined their usual coming-home sex because of his late return. He promised a better time on Saturday night, but whether it was better or not was debatable. It started excitedly but never really took off the way it used to, and now she wondered if she was partly responsible, too.

Another attempt during the week was equally lackluster, and by Thursday Ashley had decided she needed Aaron again. After making sure he was available, she parked her car at a nearby supermarket and walked home so that, if Dean happened to come home while she was at Aaron’s, she would appear to be out.

With Dean traveling the following week, they were together several times, Ashley hoping to have enough sexual satisfaction stored up to make it through the week after when both Dean and Melody would be home.

Melody’s Friday class was canceled; the professor was expecting very low attendance on the eve of Spring Break. Since all her friends were driving down from UCF in Orlando on Friday, she decided to leave Thursday after dinner and have an evening and morning with her mom.

She didn’t really know what to expect from the Spring Break party atmosphere, since it was her first, but she accepted the reputation of inebriated students running around half-naked on the beach and jumping from bed to bed in the evenings, neither of which really appealed to her. Her mom expected her to make the most of her college experiences, including getting at least a little crazy during the annual rites of spring, so she’d warned her that she wouldn’t be home much.

Truth be told, she was looking forward to some quiet downtime at home. She was by no means immune to the desires typical of college students, had had several boys in her bed, and they’d been fun, but not what she was expecting. All but one of the boys had just been so immature; more concerned with their own pleasure than hers, and the other tried, but was so inept it was even less exciting. And now there would be a whole week of that, with heavy drinking and even drugs? No, thank you. She’d have to put in an appearance, and she’d try to get into the spirit, but wasn’t really looking forward to it.

She would arrive about an hour later than she’d hoped; I4 between Orlando and Tampa was always heavy with traffic and inevitable jams at several locations. She’d texted her mom when the GPS said she was an hour out.

Walking in the front door, towing her suitcase behind her, she was about to announce her arrival when she heard strange sounds coming from the back of the house. As she got to the kitchen, the sounds were strange only in that she hadn’t heard them since her mom and dad’s sex life had cooled. She checked the garage for her dad’s car, but didn’t see it, and wondered who her mother was in bed with. She grabbed a drink from the fridge and decided to wait till they were finished.

Ashley had just fallen to the bed, having cum yet again, this time with Aaron pounding her from behind. He lay partly atop her, kissing her neck and shoulders. They’d been going at it for well over an hour, and only now did she remember her phone had pinged, announcing a text message.

“Can you reach my phone, hon?” she said to Aaron, who was closer to her nightstand. “Ohmigod! You have to leave!” she said when she saw the text from Melody. He asked what was wrong as he got up to dress. “Melody is coming home tonight! She was supposed to come home tomorrow morning! She texted when she was an hour away!”

“When was that?”

“An hour and a half ago! I don’t think she’s home yet, but you’d better go. Quick!”

After a short kiss, she headed to her bathroom and he to the kitchen door.

“Oh! Hello, Mr. Aaron!” he heard as he was almost out the door with his shirt open and his shoes in his hand.

“Oh no. Hello, Melody,” he said resignedly as he turned to face her. They looked at each other for the first time in a couple of years.

Melody knew only that his marital issues with his wife had resulted in them separating, but didn’t know the present situation. What she mostly remembered was the schoolgirl crush she’d had on him when her mom had arranged for him to tutor her in science and math. Since then, she’d always felt something for him, and seeing him now, with tousled hair, an exposed muscular chest, and tight jeans, only amplified those feelings.

Aaron remembered her only as a cute, attentive student who seemed to enjoy working with him. What he saw now was that cuteness fully blossomed into a younger, but equally gorgeous, version of Ashley.

“Wow, Melody! Is that really you? I remember you as …” he started, stopping to avoid the lame comments about how much she’d grown, but she’d definitely grown – in more ways than one!

“I’ve been home about a half hour,” she said as she walked right up to him. “Don’t worry. I won’t be any trouble for you,” she said half-heartedly, suddenly wanting very much to be trouble in a different way. “I know what my mom has been going through with my dad, so I don’t really blame her, and I don’t really know your wife.”

“Thank you for that. You probably want to talk to your mom, so I should go. You’re home this...