A New City, A Busy Husband, No Job… How Else Is She Supposed to Keep Entertained?

Ashley sat in the corner of the cafe, sipping her coffee while perusing the attractive young men passing by.

There were so many of them here, more than home.

Or perhaps it was just that at home she was too busy to take note of the local talent.

She finished her coffee and took a stroll up the street.

When she’d agreed to quit her job and move interstate for her husbands lucrative promotion, she hadn’t expected to be so bored.

She’d imagined all the exploring she’d do, visiting the art galleries and museums, all the shopping now her husband was earning big money.

But now she was here she realised that those things weren’t enough to keep her entertained long term.

No friends, no family, and her husband working late, she was bored and lonely.

At the end of the afternoon she wandered into a bistro, choosing a light salad and glass of white for an early dinner.

“Excuse me, do you mind if I join you?”

The voice was deep, and Ashley glanced up into dark brown eyes that sent a shiver up her spine.

“Not at all.”

“Thank you.” He gestured to the room. “This place is my favourite, but it’s not usually this busy.”

He introduced himself as Jay, and was more than happy to talk about himself, and the city, when she asked.

He was fascinating, and as the night progressed she found herself more and more attracted to him.

“And what about you?” He turned the questions on her. “You are new? How long have you been? How long are you staying?”

She answered his questions, sidestepping the one about a boyfriend by saying she was an independent woman.

She couldn’t have said why.

“Would you like to come back to my place for dessert?”

She was preparing herself to say ‘no’ when her phone tinged.

Sorry, love. Another late night. I’ll sleep in the office. See you tomorrow.

Something inside hardened.

“Bad news?” Jay asked.

She glanced up at him. “A minor frustration. Nothing I need worry about now.”

“So, dessert?”

She smiled “Dessert would be wonderful.”

His home was a short walk away, a compact apartment with views over the city.

“What dessert would you like?”

Ashley laughed. “What do you have?”

He grinned. “Desserts are my speciality, so I have a selection. Chocolate mousse, raspberry tarts, ice cream.” He caught her gaze. “Or if you are after something a bit more intimate, perhaps a kiss?”

Ashley’s heart pounded in her chest.

He made no move to touch her, though she sensed he wanted to. She closed the space between them, leaning in close to press her lips against his.

He tasted like honey.

“You are a beautiful woman,” he said, his voice husky. “I would like to fuck you, if you’re up for it?”

There was such a hunger in his gaze. It had been months since her husband had looked at her like that, and Ashley had a moment’s clarity that she’d hoped this move would solve that problem, that with his job her husband might feel more certain of himself, more confident, more relaxed.

She’d given up her life for him, and nothing had changed.

“Please,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”

They tore off their clothes, and he scooped her up and carried her to a lush bedroom, where he dropped her on the bed, kissing his way down her body to nuzzle between her legs.

He lapped at her slit, tasting every inch of her, sending wave after wave of pleasure washing through her body.

Soon his fingers were sliding inside as his tongue tortured her clit.

She groaned, writhing under his touch as an orgasm built up in her body.

He pulled away. “This is working for you then?”

“Oh my God, yes.”

“And do you want more?”

“Yes, yes.”

He slid two fingers back inside her pussy, watching her as he brought her back to that brink and then held her on the edge.

“Please.” She groaned again.

“Please what?”

She opened her eyes. “Let me come. Or fill me with cock. Or your tongue, or whatever. Please!”

His breath was hot against her moist slit. He hovered a moment, and then his tongue was on her clit again and she cried out as an orgasm shot through her.

“Damn.” Her chest heaved as she fought to catch her breath. “So, are you going to fuck me?”

He grinned. “Oh, yes.” He reached over to the bedside table to grab a condom, and she watched as he rolled it on, marvelling at how different his cock was to her husband’s, a little longer, a little thinner.

He laid over her, kissing her again. She wrapped her legs around his, tilting her hips until the head of his cock rested against her entrance.

He held her gaze as his cock pressed inside.

It was the most incredible sensation. He filled her in ways she hadn’t felt filled in a long time. Her eyes pricked with tears as Jay moved inside her, bittersweet emotions washing through her as he satisfied her in ways she had never been satisfied before.

They clung to each other, thrusting harder and faster and deeper, and soon Ashley came again, calling his name as she held him tight.

Moments later Jay came, too, his thrusts slowing as he sank onto her.

“Stay the night with me?” he asked.

She kissed him, her heart breaking. “I can’t.” She shook her head. “I have to get home.”

“Then let’s catch up soon. I’ll give you a tour of the city, show the sights the tourist places leave out. Would you like that?”

She bit her lip. She should say no. She should put this whole thing behind her.

But somehow, she found herself saying, “Yes.”