Politico’s wife part 2

The next morning I met Melissa strolling Joanie. “Good morning, sexy” I said.

“Bill, we must talk. Yesterday should never have happened. I had never cheated on Chris and I feel so guilty. In fact, last night I would just suddenly break out bawling. Chris thought it was because he was not taking me to the Democrat convention, but it was because of the guilt I had for enjoying yesterday so much.”

I tried to console her, but to no avail. She told me we could never do that again. “Dammit, she was such a good fuck” I thought to myself.

Then Melissa said her Mom was coming to stay with her while Chris was away. She explained that her mom was a widow, and had been since Melissa’s dad had died almost 14 years ago. As I started to walk away, I said “if you change your mind and just want to talk, we can do that. We won’t have to do the sex–I just love your company.” “Thank you, Bill, that is a nice offer.”

Early the following day, my doorbell rang. It was Melissa, alone.

“Bill, don’t say anything–just listen to what I have to say. Last night Mom and I had a long talk and I told her about how Chris does not really satisfy me sexually, but that you do. I also told her you were old enough to be my father, maybe even my grandfather, but that you knew how to please a woman. Mom smiled as I told her about how you ate my pussy. She told me I was a lucky girl, that when she was 14 a 60-year-old neighbor could not get an erection, but that he could eat pussy, and he gave her much satisfaction.