My Son’s Best Friend Part 5 His Mother and My Son

My name is Karen, and I first appeared in Jackie’s story “My Son’s Best Friend Part 4”, where we all had a great time at Jackie’s sauna and her son Ricky fucked me good after a very dry season, as I had been neglected by my husband for a long time, while my son Zack took care of Jackie in the same space.

My nineteen years marriage was in a terrible phase: my husband, from a loving and caring man, became a workaholic addicted to money and position in his company: he only thought about work, travelled a lot internationally and spent months before coming home. When he occasionally came back, he was always spent, jet legged and had a lot of things to catch up at the head office, so we hardly had any quality time together, not to mention any good sex. My older daughter was already in college, so all I had was Zack at home and my successful work as a lawyer to get some satisfaction. Nevertheless, I was very frustrated.

After having sex and all the fun at Jackie’s, I felt bad sometimes: I had never cheated on Greg, my husband, and I wished we hadn’t come to a situation like that. Yes, it was his choice and his fault, I needed sex and I had gotten somewhere else what he did not give me, and it was good, but occasionally I felt wrong and guilty anyway.

Three weeks after that episode at Jackie’s sauna it would be our 20th anniversary. I talked a lot with Greg over the phone, email, texted him, and I got his commitment that he would spend that special night at home. I was happy and I hoped to rescue that special relationship, love and even the pleasant sex life we once had.

The big day arrived, and in the morning he sent me flowers. The day had started well. Greg called me from the office. He was already in town but, following his routine, he showered in the 1st class lounge at the airport and went straight to work. He assured me he would be home at 6PM.

I skipped work and prepared myself for the evening: I spent the morning in a beauty salon, hired a professional chef to cook a special French dinner, I personally fixed the table including candles, selected the champagne and wine, and obviously dispatched Zack to Jackie’s after school.

At 5:30PM I finished my make-up – including a quick spray of Chanel on my breasts and pubis – and started dressing: I had bought specially for the occasion a very expensive set of a red transparent lace garter belt and a minuscule G-string that did not cover my hairy pussy – Greg was always turned on by my bush – and was provocatively stuck inside my ass cheeks. I felt like a slut when I dressed it, contrasting with my white skin and with my usual discrete and conservative style. I put on a long silk red backless side slit dress, revealing my long well-shaped legs to my thighs. Complemented by 4 inch stilettos and my favorite diamonds set, I felt adorably elegant and sexy at the same time. Greg would certainly notice the difference.

At 6PM I turned the music on, popped the champagne already in the ice bucket, and waited for my husband. I was fuming at 6:30 when the phone rang: it was Greg, of course, saying he was very sorry, blah blah blah, but there would be an important meeting in Geneva in the morning, and he felt the local team was not up to it, so he was already at the airport. He was still trying to explain what was not explainable – he had just sad “he felt the local team was not up to it”, so it was his decision, and a very feeble one – so I simply yelled “Son of a Bitch!” and hung up.

I couldn’t believe he had done that again. I had planned everything, and of course my soul and my body expected sex to finish what was supposed to be a glorious evening. But I wouldn’t stay there, crying over spilled milk. I would have my revenge! I called Jackie, explained what had happened, and asked if I could borrow Ricky to make me company for dinner.