If you called her a cougar or whatever hot-to-trot name the kids had come up with these days, Marie was liable to curse you out. She was anything but anybody’s cradle robber. Marie was simply Marie, an older woman who happened to be married to a younger man, and who happened to still have the goods to keep his eyes right square on her.
Marie wasn’t like other women her age. Not like the ones who had settled into the grandmotherly role, and not like the ones who acted too much like their own children.
She was one hell of a fuck and there was no denying that. They could go for hours, non-stop, and he’d be worn out long before her.
And she had settled down, as much as a woman like Marie was able to. At forty-three, she wore her shorts mid-thigh instead of barely covering her ass-cheeks. The wildness was in her naturally, always had been.
It was one of the main things that had attracted Gavin to Marie in the first place, that and her goddess-like body, of course.
She had grown up fast. She was out and on her own, working in bikini bars at nineteen. Marie had told Gavin the stories in one of these very clubs when she was thirty-two and he was a twenty-year-old college student, right around the time they started flirting and fooling around. She didn’t give a damn about heeding anyone’s warning, not her friends, not even her manager.
Soon after, they were an item, and, not much longer after that, they were inseparable.
Marie was good with her money, too. She didn’t toss it around recklessly like the other girls. But she and Gavin didn’t have that in common. Gavin was terrible with money. It slipped through his fingers like water. It was something he had never quite gotten the hang of, college-educated or no.
She had taught him the simple things, like keeping house and home remedies. She’d even taught him to fish! That was something his friends and family teased him about, especially his brothers.
Gavin grinned, for he wondered how much they would tease if they knew how often he eased her skirt above her knees and crawled between her trembling thighs. He wondered how many jokes they would have to tell about the way she massaged his cock until it was red, solid and throbbing, then took him hungrily inside her cheeks.
They wouldn’t tease at all, Gavin was sure.
Yes, the passion he and Marie shared made them a perfect match in his eyes, but people on the outside looking in didn’t understand that. People like his mother and his sister couldn’t even appreciate it. They could only appreciate that once, many years ago, Marie had discarded her clothes for money.
But Gavin had married her anyway. He’d done it against his mother’s and his sister’s wishes because, well, he was in love with the woman and, though he hadn’t had many relationships, he knew he wouldn’t find the kind of love he had with Marie with anyone else, his age or otherwise. They had the kind of love you couldn’t measure in time, age or money, so he didn’t bother trying.
Didn’t she have any real goals or aspirations about herself? His mother wanted to know, but Gavin didn’t care if she did or if she didn’t.
He loved Marie the way she was, working her shift at the restaurant and waiting for him until he got home.
He loved that, when he got there, she was usually naked, or wearing next to nothing while cooking dinner or dusting shelves.
* * *
These days, though, strange things were happening in their home, and even he could tell. Marie was spending money just as fast as both he and she could make it, and that wasn’t like her. And she was hiding it. The thing was, Marie wasn’t very good at hiding it.
She thought she was, though. When Marie thought she was being slick, her eyes got really big like they did when he was fucking her (he loved when they did that) and she’d stretch her arms far behind her back and pucker her lips up for the wettest of kisses and Gavin would give her just that before squeezing her ass tightly. He could never bring himself to ask her about it – mostly because he didn’t want to embarrass her, but partly because she had been there for him when he had no job at all.
Yeah, his Marie, she was something all right.
Gavin rubbed the hardness that was forming in his trousers. He poured a cup of coffee from the pot she had left behind for him.
He wondered what she had up her sleeve, but under no circumstances would he enquire before she was ready to tell. He just knew that, whatever it was, it was going to be good.
* * *
Marie was already dressed and staring directly into Gavin’s eyes when he awakened.
‘You’re up early,’ he said, and leaned in for a kiss.
She nodded. ‘I want you to walk with me to work.’
‘Then it’s not because I’m getting morning sex,’ Gavin said, but only half-jokingly.
Marie’s answer was a smile. She leaned in and kissed him on the forehead, leaving traces of her lip gloss on his light skin.
Gavin furrowed his brow. ‘That won’t take any extra time.’
He dressed quickly. Khaki shorts and a polo shirt would do. He ran a comb through his soft blond hair before hooking his arm through the crook of Marie’s and walking outside with her.
‘When will your car be ready?’ he asked her.
He pretended not to notice the bulge in Marie’s eyes that revealed her nervousness straightaway.
‘I don’t know,’ Marie said. ‘Today. Tomorrow, maybe.’
But Gavin knew that it would be neither, not until he mailed the payment for her.
He soon began to notice her tugging him along an unusual path. ‘New route to work?’ he asked.
Marie tossed her head, her brown curls bouncing. ‘Something like that,’ she responded. Her short pale-blue uniform swayed against her legs.
He tugged at her hand, making her pause so that he could bend down and kiss her on her full head of soft, springy curls.
Gavin was anxious to see what Marie had in store, and he knew it had to be something. So he began to walk quickly, getting ahead of her and pulling her by her hand so that her walk became a sexy little trot and she had to tug on him to get him to slow down.
‘Sorry,’ he mumbled, smiling shyly.
‘Don’t be so anxious,’ she said. ‘It doesn’t look good on you.’
After several blocks they cut across the street and Marie led him into a wooded area. She stopped walking just long enough to stand in front of him and kiss him on the lips, her naturally full set covering his thin pair, her luscious tongue sliding inside his mouth, slowly taunting him with its morning sweetness.
Then, a few minutes later, they arrived at their destination.
They were in the middle of the woods, standing beneath the biggest oak tree Gavin had ever seen, with branches that spread out a mile wide, it seemed. From the largest limb hung a swing with heavy chain links and a black leather seat. It looked out of place – it clearly belonged in a dungeon, not in the middle of the woods.
‘How did you find something like this?’ Gavin asked. ‘Or did you find it?’
That was it. Marie had bought it and paid to have it installed.
Marie shushed him. ‘You ask too many damn questions, Gavin. Let’s just say … I happened upon it one day … OK?’
Gavin nodded and said, ‘OK,’ as foolish as he knew they both sounded.
‘Have a swing with me?’ She winked at him and walked ahead, peeking back at him over her shoulder flirtatiously.
So, maybe the car was gone. Maybe she had spent the money on some outrageous thing. Maybe he’d one day know what it was and maybe he wouldn’t. But for now, Gavin thought, fuck the car, and fuck the walk. Gavin was going to fuck his wife in this old-fashioned swing that hung from this big oak tree in the middle of nowhere.
It took Marie only moments to get out of her uniform, to strip down to the sheer lavender bra and panties she wore beneath. She reached behind her back and unhooked the large cups that held her full breasts, smiling and keeping her eyes on Gavin as she did so.
Next, she helped him out of his clothes, unbuttoning his polo shirt first and pulling it over his head. She threw it onto the dew-moistened grass. Then she unbuckled his belt and slipped it swiftly through the loops. She loosened the button on his shorts, unzipped them and let them fall easily down his legs.
Gavin stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Right now nothing was as important to him as fucking his wife in this hardcore swing that was going back and forth, forth and back. He wouldn’t have been able to describe the sensation if anyone had asked him to, but it started somewhere in the pit of his stomach and tickled him lightly in the groin.
Gavin had been a sucker for outdoor sex since Marie had introduced him to it years ago, and now he was mounting this swing, grunting and growling like an animal, hoping someone would hear them, wishing someone would see them. He was a sucker for having his wife straddle his waist, wrap her long legs around him and lean back, the momentum thrusting them forth, swinging them as if they both were young, but mostly as if she were much younger than she was.
Marie rolled and rotated her hips as she rode Gavin, as they both rode the swing. She knew just when to kiss him. She knew when to silence him as he was coming. He was sure to wake the small town they lived in, because, when he got off, he was loud.
She grinned when he came inside her. She clamped tighter onto his cock and then she came, too, clenching her eyes shut and leaning forward to suck a little on his neck.
‘Good, baby,’ she said. ‘That was so good. I wish I didn’t have to go to work, because I could do this all day.’
She hopped off of his lap, her bare heels digging into the ground.
Gavin stood and began gathering and replacing his own clothes. ‘I suppose you’d better,’ he said. ‘You can’t afford to miss any shifts, what with having to get your car back and all.’
Marie didn’t miss a beat as she pulled her panties back over her hips. ‘Can’t get anything past you, can I?’
Gavin didn’t ask for any more of an explanation than that. He was sure she had one ready to go, true or not.
He watched her walk away, on to her destination, before he turned to go in the other direction.
* * *
Entering their home after work, Gavin tripped over a shoe. He didn’t know it was there. He didn’t know it was there because he couldn’t see it. He couldn’t see it because the house was lit only by candles.
‘Don’t flip the light switch,’ Marie shouted from the bedroom. ‘It’s a surprise!’
Gavin felt a familiar twinge of apprehension growing in his gut. Marie had been surprising him a lot lately, and it hadn’t been his birthday, or their anniversary, or Christmas, or even Valentine’s Day.
But, when he walked into their dimly lit bedroom, his lips spread wide into a smile. Damn, he was starting to love Marie’s surprises.
His lips weren’t the only thing that were spread. So were Marie’s lovely long legs, all over their queen-sized bed.
‘Trying to start a fire?’ Gavin asked, only because he was nervous and didn’t know what else to say. The candles were there. Scented and not. Tall, short, all different shapes and colours.
The sight of his beautiful wife in the buff still sent Gavin crazy. Natural Italian tan with tight cheeks and brown freckles. She lay with her arms folded behind her head.
‘Something like that,’ Marie said. ‘Come here.’
Gavin stepped closer to the bed. Marie reached up and tugged roughly on his paisley tie, bringing his face to hers. He tickled her with his straggly five-o-clock shadow.
He climbed on top of her naked body. He breathed restless breaths on her full and firm breasts. He kissed one and then the other. He sucked firmly and fairly on her beige nipples.
Marie’s hips rose from the firm mattress, taunting Gavin with the heat of her moistened cunt.
‘Kiss it,’ she said, beckoning him. ‘Kiss it now.’
She coaxed him further by pushing the top of his head down in that direction and Gavin had no problem with that because, boy, did Gavin like to kiss it. He liked to look at it, too. He had to strain in the dimness of the candlelight, tonight, but that was OK.
Marie had a few strands of grey there in that rectangular patch between her legs. It was a turn-on like no other. He had never seen anything like it, hadn’t known it was even possible.
He had wanted to ask a friend about it once, but was embarrassed. Women got grey … Down there?
It was a foolish question, a boy’s question, he knew.
But his Marie, she was neither ashamed nor embarrassed. She didn’t try to pluck it, dye it or hide it. As a matter of fact, she let her legs fall open wider and pressed his head there harder.
Then she handed him a candle and gave him the OK.
Gavin poured hot melted blue wax down Marie’s sleek, milky body. She wiggled beneath the sudden sting of the heat and settled as it cooled on her naked skin.
Through puckered lips, she begged for more, and Gavin happily gave it to her until the small jar was empty and Marie’s body was covered in cooled and dried wax.
‘I’m ready for you now,’ she said and beckoned him to her with a taunting finger.
Gavin crawled up Marie’s body. Again she grabbed his tie and pulled his face close to hers for a passionate kiss.
She barely let him get out of his suit. He undressed in a hurry, tossing the garments onto the carpeted floor. Now he was as naked as she, and hovering over her, his cock inches away from her warm inviting entrance.
He had worked late, and Marie hadn’t even scolded him. She had greeted him with a sweet reward instead, which Gavin found to be supremely odd.
How late was it, anyway?
He glanced over at the digital clock and saw that it was dark. He looked down at the cord. It wasn’t unplugged.
Gavin looked outside and noted there wasn’t a blackout either.
No, just inside their house was there complete and utter darkness, but for the candles Marie had set up to distract him.
Gavin sighed and carried on.
He’d ask her about the electric bill later, or maybe not at all. If he was patient enough, he’d surely learn her reasons.
* * *
She was watching him towel off, fresh out of a hot shower. Marie’s eyes travelled the length of his white body, taking in his curly pale hair, blue eyes, thin pink lips. She always lingered on her favourite parts of him, his thick, firm fingers, his long, curved cock.
Then Gavin’s eyes began to linger on Marie. Her right foot was firmly planted on a red-velvet-seated golden chair. She was wearing a black vinyl thong and nothing more. She was holding a purple silk scarf. Marie had something in store for him.
She reached down and pressed play on the stereo.
From the speakers came a song, slow and sensual. Her body began to move to match the tempo. She swayed from side to side, lowering herself to grind in an exotic dance. Then she rose back up, teasing her younger husband with her moves.
It was like watching her fifteen years ago. Gavin dropped his towel and walked towards her. Marie took her foot off the chair and nodded towards it.
‘Have a seat,’ she said. ‘I’ve got something special for you.’
Gavin did as he was told, placing his naked ass on the velvet seat. Marie stood in front of him, gliding up and down and side to side to the music. Watching her expert moves, Gavin felt that nothing had changed in fifteen years. True, they had both got older. But you couldn’t tell it from the way she moved.
Marie leaned back, way back. Her body remembered how it used to be when she was dancing and teasing for dollar bills. He had never begrudged her that, had never made her feel bad about the way she made her money. To Gavin, when she was on that stage, she was the most powerful woman in the world. She had a room full of balls just resting in her palm and all she had to do, if she wanted, was squeeze.
She quit, the day after they first kissed. Gavin hadn’t promised her a thing. That was how he knew she wasn’t after his money.
Marie smiled when she achieved her goal, when she felt his stiff-as-steel erection against the slickness of her thong. And, as she would have done all those years ago, she simply kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for being such a generous and loyal customer.
Then she cut off the music and sauntered away.
* * *
Gavin trusted Marie enough, but he began asking questions around town. After all, a man did have his pride. Both his mother and his sister had heard from Sarah at the cable place that his services had been disconnected for almost 24 hours before he had gone down to pay, and they had demanded to know why.
Damn it, he wasn’t a little boy, and he wouldn’t be treated as such. So he went down to Neiman’s to see if his wife had made any big purchases lately. The answer turned out to be no, nothing more than a sweater and some perfume.
And he asked Helen over at Bergdorf’s if Marie had special-ordered any suits or bags, but she hadn’t done so much as walk by the department store in the past six months.
He suddenly realised that, since Marie had begun covering up her spending by giving him the most intoxicating and mind-blowing sex he had ever experienced in his life, she hadn’t bought a single ridiculously overpriced thing.
It began to make him wonder. If she wasn’t buying anything for herself, what was she doing? Was she buying something for someone else? Was she buying something else?
Out-of-the-way hotel rooms perhaps? Expensive dinners for a new boy toy maybe?
How foolish of him to think that a woman like her could be satisfied with just him for the rest of her life. Of course she was getting bored. Of course she wanted something new and exciting to tickle her fancy.
Dear lord, was some other man tickling his wife’s fancy?
Gavin was pacing back and forth across the living room. He couldn’t bring himself to go to work that morning, he was so upset with worry. It had all gone too far now.
Was she …
But there she was, coming through the door.
‘Marie, are you buying cock?’
Hewalked straight up to her and screamed it in her face. He didn’t care about her shock. He didn’t care that she looked hurt. Marie was an older woman, a smart woman. She was good at playing on his feelings.
‘Buying what?’ Marie took a few uneven steps backward and placed her hands on her thin waist.
‘You heard me. I asked you if you were spending your damned money on some fucking new stud. Now you answer me.’ Gavin’s face was flushed with rage.
He had never been an insecure man, not like this. The emotion felt foreign to him. He didn’t like it at all.
Marie looked him up and down, as if he was a stranger, and stormed out of the room.
She returned just a few minutes later with an envelope. She dropped it on the coffee table between them.
‘Open it,’ she spat out.
Gavin hesitantly obeyed.
He found what appeared to be a very elaborate and very expensive fishing trip to Alaska, complete with lessons.
Gavin was speechless.
Marie was not.
‘You should feel like a complete pile of shit,’ she said.
He nodded.
‘Another man, indeed,’ she continued.
She took off her uniform apron and hung it on the coat-rack near the front door.
‘I know,’ Gavin said.
‘How the hell could you?’She glanced back sharply at him.
‘I know,’ Gavin said again.
‘I ought to slap the hell out of you.’
She drew her hand swiftly back to do just that, but Gavin grabbed it and pulled her to him instead. Then he kissed her, squeezing her ass, finally and silently agreeing with his older and wiser wife.
* * *
‘It’s not all about the money, honey.’
Gavin listened to the words roll off Marie’s sweet little tongue.
She was right; it was hardly about the money at all. It was mostly about him and her, her and him, which was why they were mostly into fishing these days, rather than punching a clock and bringing home a check.
Fishing and making love, that is.
Gavin put his line down, reached over and did the same to Marie’s. They could wait for a tug while he lay back and stroked the few strands of grey in her hair.
That sure was sexy. She sure was sexy, with her bare feet and long, flowing skirt. She didn’t bother with a bra underneath his sleeveless shirt. She was always wearing his shirts, and sometimes his shorts too. Gavin thought that was sexy.
He eased Marie onto her back on the damp spring grass. Fuck the line. Fuck the fish. Fuck the money. Right now, he wanted to thoroughly fuck his forty-three-year-old honey.