Chapter 6
It was quiet when I came down for some coffee after taking my morning shower. I could smell coffee. But I found that the pewter pot was empty. “I have the coffee out here,” Vivian called to me from out of the patio by the pool.
“Damn,” I mutter to myself when I see how she is dressed. She is wearing a black poncho sort of dress that hangs over the front of her and the back. But the sides are completely open allowing you to see that she is naked underneath.
Not a real big surprise because I am looking at her exposed body through the thin gauzy fabric of the poncho dress. Do you think I’m attractive Jack?” Vivian just blurted out as she bent forward to fill my coffee cup. Her poncho billows forward letting me to see her smooth bare pussy.
I almost spit out the sip of coffee that I just took. “What? What does that even mean?” I gasped. “A year ago, I discovered that Robert owns a condo in New York and another one in Las Vegas,” Vivian informed me as she took a seat at the glass patio table.
“Not only does he own the condos, but he has a women living in each of the condos. His very own kept women,” Vivian told me with resentment in her tone. “Sort of lets you know why he spends two months at each of those locations each year, Hugh,” she added.
“When I confronted Robert about this, he admitted to it openly. “He told me that he was all mine the other 8 months of the year but that was the best he could offer me,” Vivian confided.
“After I threw a bunch of stuff around breaking things in a rage, he told me that he wanted to stay married. He told me that he would be agreeable to me having other lovers. But I would stay his wife and be on his arm for business parties, dinners and charity events,” Vivian disclosed.
“Is that why you get drunk? Is that why you behave promiscuously?” I blurted out. I saw a sad smile wash across her face. “Yes Jack. I suppose that it is the reason,” Vivian answered me.
“I choose young college boys so they don’t get all attached and want anything more than a good fuck,” Vivian told me. “I get drunk so I can act like a whore and get even with Robert,” she informed me. “It is a luxury that I blackout and don’t remember a damn thing.” She added.
“When I awake in the morning a mess, wherever I end up, I feel a sense of depravity course through me. But at the same time, I feel an intense almost overwhelming feeling of satisfaction that I have debased myself to get even with Robert,” she told me softly.
“When Robert is home and wants to have sex with me, it thrills me that I have been such a whore and he is only having me after I have had dozens of other men,” she confessed.
“College boys are so easy to seduce,” Vivian chuckled.
Guys that age all have a curiosity about sex with a cougar.
Since I am 12 to 14 years older than most of the young men, they are thrilled to have sex with a 35 year old woman,” Vivian reported.
“Last week, I fucked a young man who was just over 18 years old. He got into the bar with a false ID. I was his first fuck ever,” she confided.
“Wow, Vivian! I’m sorry to hear about how things are with you and my dad,” I told Vivian. “With all this sex you’re having, do you remember any of it? It seems like a shame if you are having all this hot sex but don’t remember it the next day,” I asked.
“I sometimes remember the first guy or two. And though I don’t remember the rest the next day, I know that I revel in the nasty sex while it is going on. My brain is still working. It just isn’t recording at that time,” Vivian explained.
“What would it be like if you could have sex with someone you like and not get drunk?” I asked curiously.
Part of me wanting to be that someone. What would it be like to have sex with Vivian on a continuing basis?
Now that I know what my dad is up to, I would feel no guilt whatsoever about fucking this insanely gorgeous woman.
“Why Baby? Are you volunteering?” Vivian chuckled. “Maybe! If you are anywhere as attracted to me as I am to you,” I answered. “Wow! You would really fuck me Jack?” Vivian gasped. “Anytime that you want,” I answered.