My Revenge Part 2

After my ‘encounter’ with Trevor, he and I started to meet on a regular basis.

As for Artie, he got his too and on a pretty regular basis!

I was getting my revenge, but in truth, I realized I just wanted more sex. (My home life, besides the cheating on both sides, was actually good. We lived a suburban upper middle class life - nice house, nice cars, good kids, good jobs.) I wanted to feel wanted, desired, wanting to be pleased by someone, someone wanting me to please them. So this continued..

My son Kyle is 23 and is still living at home. He lives in the basement ‘apartment’ - basically it is a bedroom, bathroom and living room space. It has a door from the outside of the house too. It allows he and his childhood friend Mike to come and go as they please. One evening, I hear Mike downstairs but not Kyle. My husband was ‘out’ and my two daughters were getting ready for friends to come over.

Mike…???

Mike….???

Yes, Mrs. G!

When is Kyle coming home? I am planning to cook burgers for dinner.

He is still at work and then he is going out with work friends. I plan to pick him up as he plans to drink a bit. I would like two cheeseburgers if that is okay.

As I am grilling the burgers, my one daughter leaves and then the other.

Have I never been alone in the house with Mike? It felt weird….

Mike….burgers are ready - come on up.

We eat and start talking about whatever comes to mind. Work, Kyle, relationships, Mike’s lack of dating…etc. We also decide that I would go with Mike to pick up Kyle so Kyle’s car would be home. This would not be until 10:30…it was now 7:00.

Mike tells me dating sucks but it is probably his fault because he never tries to hookup. He chats online and in the games he plays but never really in person. I tell him about my lack of sexual interaction and he says that sucks too. It must have triggered the mom in me and I said if there is anything I can do to help with that, just ask.

Two weeks later, I find myself in the same position. Dinner with Mike and the same type of conversation. He opens up and tells me he loves getting sucked. If he could find a FWB for that, life would be good. I saw an opportunity and I took it…come with me. Mrs. G…I did not mean you! I know, but it doesn’t change the facts. If you want it, follow me…

We go into my bedroom, I tell him to stand near the bed and take off his shorts and then his boxers. I sat him down and I leaned over his soft cock. I started to play with it and it immediately woke up and got hard. Standing tall and ready, I looked in Mike’s eyes and went down on his cock. I thought he might implode - he let out a gasp of harrowing delight! He kept saying Mrs. G, Mrs. G. He grabbed my ass and then found my pussy. I worked his cock like I was on a mission. I pulled down my pants so he had full access to finger my pussy and he did…through a few cums. I just kept sucking him…and sucking him…and sucking him! Then he says Mrs. G, I think I am going to cum. It is going to be a really big one….and I just kept sucking. This boy literally howled ‘here it comes…!!!’ He came like a torrent into my mouth and throat. He filled it completely and I could not swallow. I pulled off his cock and beat it fast and hard. He was like a fucking geyser. So much cum. So much cum. I swallowed as much as possible and cleaned him up my my tongue as best as I could, but he was a mess. After this, he confessed that anyone he meets and experiences him cumming, never returns.

Mike became my third regular and every time is in my marital bed. My husband doesn’t even realize he sleeps in Mike’s cum spot those nights. Such as life:)