"Remind me to chastise her the best I can," I remarked with a smirk.

"I’m sure you will," Wendy replied, her grin widening knowingly.”

"Are you okay for the whole night?" I asked.

"Sure, I’m looking forward to it," she said with a shrug. "He’s off fishing all bloody night again, and besides, Lauren has my back covered…"

With that settled, we ordered a couple of glasses of wine and leaned back in our seats. The low hum of the bar surrounded us, adding to the casual intimacy of the moment. As the wine flowed, so did the conversation, helping us loosen up for the evening ahead.

We finished our last glass of wine, and with a shared look that spoke volumes, we both said at the same time, "Ready." Trying not to seem too eager, we collected ourselves and set off for my place.  

We entered through the back door, ensuring no one could see Wendy come or go. Stifling laughter like a pair of mischievous teens, we giggled our way inside, the wine adding a playful edge to our mood. As we climbed the stairs, I couldn’t resist letting my hand wander, gently massaging her bottom through the soft, silky fabric of her dress. She glanced back with a teasing smile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.       

We entered the bedroom, its elegant setting enhanced by the soft, low lighting that cast a warm glow around the room, perfectly setting the mood. It was hard not to glance at the dressing room, knowing what lay behind its doors.    

Wendy turned her back to me, deliberately positioning herself so Jane could take in the graceful curve of her body, exaggerated by the low-backed dress that exposed her smooth, soft skin. She threw her arms around me, and our lips met in a deep, electric kiss. 

As we broke apart slightly, something changed. This was no longer just a game or an act for an audience. Reality set in, raw and undeniable. Wendy, deprived for so long, craved something real. And I, tangled in the web of Jane’s manipulative games, yearned for something true. In that moment, we both knew this wasn’t about playacting anymore. It was about fulfilling something we both needed, though for entirely different reasons.      

My heart suddenly leapt, skipping a beat, perhaps several, a rush of excitement surged through me, igniting a fire in the pit of my stomach. That undeniable thrill when the realisation of what you’re doing hits you like a lightning bolt.    

Here she was, a stunningly beautiful woman, thirty years my junior, untouched by the changes motherhood brings. The sheer perfection of the moment overwhelmed me, and my imagination began to run wild, fuelled by the possibilities before me. 

Eyes half closed, Wendy reached up to kiss again. “Again,” she whispered.

We kissed again, this time with a hunger that matched our mutual desire. Occasionally, we pulled away, letting our tongues play in teasing little dances that heightened the anticipation. Each flick of my tongue against her lips and neck drew soft, breathy moans from Wendy, her body responding with an eagerness that mirrored my own.  

I pressed against her, leaving no doubt about my intentions. That rising, twitching sensation of male excitement was impossible to hide, and her smile told me she noticed. 

Slowly, I slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, revealing her pert, delicate breasts. She gave a playful little wriggle, letting the silky fabric slide down her body to pool at her feet, Wendy stood before me with nothing left to hide. She had secretly decided to forgo underwear that night, a deliberate choice that only heightened the intensity of the moment. The sight of her bare, flawless form took my breath away, adding an unexpected thrill to an already electric encounter.   

Wendy dropped to her knees, a playful smile lighting up her face. "Now, let’s see my birthday present," she said, her voice laced with mischief, her lips curling into a tantalising smile as her eyes roamed with a slow, deliberate hunger. Almost immediately, I sprang to full attention, hard and ready, the tip flushed red and pulsating with excitement.   

Wendy wasted no time, her tongue tracing slow, deliberate, concentric circles around the tip, each motion sending waves of sensation coursing through me. I was completely lost in the moment as she indulged herself in something she had clearly been longing for, savouring every second.  

Standing, our lips met again, our heated bodies pressing together in a shared urgency. She pulled away slightly, her mischievous smile lighting up the room as she guided me toward the bed. Wendy lay back, parting her legs invitingly, signalling it was my turn to reciprocate her pleasure.

I sank to my knees, faced with a raw pink pussy that looked almost virginal, trailing kisses along the soft skin of her thighs before finding those delicious lips. My tongue teased its way to that delicate spot, flicking gently, drawing moans of pleasure from her as she surrendered to the sensations. 

It wasn’t long before her hands gripped my head, her body trembling as she let out a deep, audible moan. A warm, sweet rush of her juices coated my lips, a pleasure that had taken her completely over the edge.

There was no stopping now. We quickly moved up the bed, and a short wrestling match ensued as she pushed me onto my back, with precision and elegance only a woman can display, she straddled my hips and reaching downplayed the hard pulsing tip against a wet succulent place while reaching down for another kiss and allowing me to enter her.   

There was no stopping now. We quickly moved up the bed, a playful wrestling match breaking out as she pushed me onto my back. With the kind of precision and elegance only a woman can possess, she straddled my hips, her movements deliberate and tantalising.

Reaching down, she guided the hard, pulsing tip of my cock into a wet, inviting hole, teasing me as her sweat lips found mine in another long, passionate kiss. Slowly, pushing, then releasing, she allowed me to enter her fully into an almost virginal place, the overwhelming sensation binding us as our bodies moved in perfect harmony.

Wendy lowered herself slowly, taking in the full length., leaning forward so I could tweak her solid nipples with my wet lips. Our mouths met and I guided her

Wendy lowered herself slowly, taking in the full length, leaning forward so I could tweak her solid nipples with my wet lips. Our mouths met, and I guided her, my hands tracing the curve of her waist as her soft moans filled the air, her rhythm perfectly matched to my every pulse. She drew a deep breath and quickened the pace, her short, sharp breaths revealing the intensity building within her. I felt a rising surge, impossible to hold back. Together, we ascended, slipping into a dreamlike state as we climaxed in unison.

She collapsed onto me, her body melting against mine, and we remained locked in a tight embrace, caught in the lingering waves of shared ecstasy. How long we were like this, time did not matter.

“It’s still hard,” she whispered and looked amazed.

“It’s you," I replied, "your beauty." With that, I turned her over onto her stomach.

"It’s you,” I replied, “the way you utterly consume me," and with that, I turned her over onto her stomach. I grabbed a pillow, placing it under her, raising that sweet honey pot open and exposed. I took her again, thrusting deeper, Wendy's eye’s rolling, short, sharp breathing, gripping handfuls of bedding as each thrust took her to another world.

Wendy’s short, sharp breaths filled the room, her hands gripped handfuls of bedding, her body trembling with each thrust as I drove her to new heights, taking her to a world where nothing existed but the pleasure we shared. There was no doubt about the view on display for anyone who might have been watching.

Through the quiet hours of the night, we exchanged gentle kisses, and I found a new kind of excitement in lovingly stroking her soft face, letting my fingers play tantalisingly across her sweet lips. The stillness of the night was broken only by the distant chime of the church clock striking five.

"I must leave you, my love," she whispered softly.

I silenced her with another gentle kiss. "Come," I murmured, "there’s a bathroom downstairs."

With that, we left the room, moving quietly into the dim early morning light.

Now the final act was about to play out. Fully dressed, I returned to the bedroom. The bed was a chaotic mess, the unmistakable scent of intense lovemaking still lingering in the air. Jane was almost asleep, her body slack from exhaustion. I had allowed just enough freedom for her to indulge herself if the scene in front of her had become too erotic to bear. 

Gently, I helped her onto the bed, where she collapsed into the tangled sheets, our shared mess enveloping her. She drifted off almost immediately, unaware of what was still to come. 

Quietly, I went downstairs and tossed my house keys onto the tray held by the stone butler that welcomed guests. As I looked, its irony struck me, and I couldn’t help but leave a note on the tray. On a piece of paper by the "Welcome" sign, I wrote a single word:

Goodbye.