The Preacher’s Wife, Chapter Six, “A MILF in Bed”

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“How many men have you fucked?” Brian asked. They were laying on their backs, naked, in a large, luxurious bed in the Stanley Hotel in Nairobi, Kenya.”That’s a personal question, you impertinent twerp,” answered Maggie tartly, but with a smile on her face.”I’m interested in the sex life of a MILF.” He kissed her on the cheek.”Am I your surrogate mother?”Brian smiled back. “No, I’ve not yearned to fuck my mother – although I would be interested in what she could tell me about her sex life.” He continued after a pause. “I’ve told you about all five women I have had. What do I know about you? I know you live in a place called Kansas, somewhere in the vast United States.””I have to be careful. I have a husband and two children in college, and I work for a conservative religious organization that would not be pleased if it knew about my illicit sex life.””I’m interested in you. In your life and what you feel and what you’ve done and everything. This is a romance. You’re not just a fuck buddy.” With exhaled breath, he continued. “I love you.”Maggie teared up with emotion. He had never said that before. She put an arm around his neck and pulled him to her and they exchanged quick kisses. “Let’s not talk about love. We’ll both be going home in a few weeks or months and we’ll never see each other again.””I’m not asking you to marry me. I want to be in love with you — even if it’s only temporary. Can we do that?”Maggie digested that question. “Yes, we can be in love. For now and in Africa.” She thought for a long moment. “The answer to your question is thirteen. Counting you.””Thirteen men? A quick response. You didn’t need to count on your fingers.””I’m an accountant. I like numbers.” She laughed. “But I forgot my husband. He’s fourteen. Oh, and a boy in high school. Maybe he should be counted. Fifteen. And two women.” She blushed with embarrassment. “Oh, you are evil,” Brian answered with a laugh. He pulled her to him and their bodies locked. “Now, I want to fuck you again.””Only escort beylikdüzü if I can just lie here. You’ve worn me out.”He rolled over on top of her and probed with his penis and slipped it inside her vagina. “This is my birthday present to you. Happy fortieth birthday.””It’s better than a box of chocolates,” she said as they began to move their bodies in unison. “It’s also the anniversary of our first night together. Three months now.”He joked, “It seems like we’ve been together forever.” He paused. “Back to the subject at hand. Tell me about the boy in high school.”She mused as he pulled his penis out of her and lowered his head to kiss her breasts. “I was seventeen and just out of high school and my boyfriend stuck his cock in me. I panicked. I was an awful prude and sexually repressed. It was traumatic. I was certain God would punish me by making me pregnant. I prayed and made promises. Promises that I kept for fifteen years. I finally decided I had done my penance. Or maybe I just lost my faith.””I don’t count that boy as a sex partner,” she added. “My first real sex partner was my husband when I was nineteen. It was my wedding night. Nine months later I had a daughter.”Brian moved his head from her breasts downward to her crotch and flicked his tongue against her clitoris. She gasped. “Does that hurt?” he asked.”No, but be careful. I’m a little tender. You’ve fucked me three times today.””Always counting, aren’t you?””Changing the subject, tell me why a twenty-three-year-old man is telling this middle-aged woman that he loves her.””Are you fishing for compliments?” He raised his head from between her legs and winked at her.She laughed. “I am. And I’m curious.”He moved his body up to lay beside her. “How do I love thee?” he mused. “Let me count the ways. I love thee because thou art a woman without pretence, a women who plays no games, makes no demands, an honest woman to whom I can confess my anxieties and share my worries.””But escort akbatı most of all,” he added as he rolled over on his side, lapping his leg over hers, and kissing her on the cheek. “I love you because you love to fuck. You make love with joy and passion and dedication. I am privileged to be your lover. In fact, I’m feeling like loving you right now.” His erect penis was rubbing against the hair covering her public area.”Will it destroy the moment if I say, not now? I’m starving.” She picked up the telephone beside the bed. “Let’s order something from room service. And a bottle of wine. After that, I will be more responsive. Promise.””Order something we can eat in bed. Pasta Alfredo?” He spread her legs and inserted his tongue in her vagina.”She gave the order over the telephone to the kitchen. “How about a shower while we’re waiting for the food? We smell like sex.” She sniffed the air. “This room smells like sex. I guess there’s nothing we can do about that.””The perfume of true love.””I love you, too,” she said suddenly and a tear ran down her cheek. She got out of the bed and to her feet. She extended a hand to him. “Come on. Take a shower with me. This is the first decent bathroom I’ve seen since I got to Kenya.”They walked hand in hand to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and adjusted the heat of the water and they stepped inside. They kissed standing up, her hand around his penis, his hand running up and down her buttocks.”I want to fuck. Right now. Standing up.” He put his hands under her hips and sought her vagina with his penis.”No,” she said. “We have to get dressed. The food will be here in a minute.” She pushed him gently away.Brian picked up a bar of soap. “I’ll scrub your pussy and that wonderful butt.” His soapy hand found her crotch and ran up the crack in her buttocks.”Enough, please. I’m not going to greet the waiter naked.”Brian complied. He rinsed the soap off her and they both got out of the shower. He toweled escort beylikdüzü her off from head to foot, stopping to spread the lips of her labia and plant a kiss on her clitoris. “I’ll get dressed to greet the waiter. You get in bed. Just like you are now. I want him to know — I want everyone to know — that we are lovers.””I hope that he doesn’t think that I’m your mother.””I’m proud of you. Proud that people know I am fucking you. I want to show you off. I love you.”She didn’t answer, but sat down on the bed with pillows behind her back, pulling up a sheet to cover her breasts. He put on a pair of trousers and a shirt and paced, waiting impatiently for the room service waiter. He arrived shortly, pushing a stainless steel cart with two plates on it, an unopened bottle of wine, glasses, and silverware.”Serve the lady in bed,” Brian told the waiter. Maggie struggled to keep her breasts covered as she accepted a plate of Pasta Alfredo and a napkin wrapped around silverware from the waiter. The waiter uncorked the wine bottle and poured her a glass and set it on the table beside the king-size bed. He put another glass of wine on Brian’s side of the bed. Brian tipped the waiter extravagantly as he left.”Did you deliberately flash that waiter a side boob?” asked Brian as he took off his clothes and sat down beside her on the bed and got under the sheet beside her. She dropped the sheet from her breasts.”I most certainly did not!” They sat side by side companionably, eating pasta and drinking wine. Maggie had never been happier.”Fifteen men,” Brian mused. “And your husband was the first you wanted to count. The others?””The next one was seven years ago. I began an accounting business and I traveled occasionally from place to place in Kansas and Nebraska to audit the books of churches and religious organizations. Most of the sex wasn’t great. The men were usually frightened — as was I. Most of them were married,.””Do you always come?””Not always, although, as you know, it doesn’t take much to get me off.” she kissed him on the cheek. “It’s interesting to fuck,” she mused. “You don’t know a man until you’ve had sex, and afterwards you might like them less or more. I’ve never had much romance in my life, and I enjoy the bits I have experienced.”

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