**Prologue** 

With all the kids gone their life had become more exciting than she could have ever dreamed.  Her strong, fit for his age husband seemed to only take care of her needs more thoroughly as the years went by.  No little blue pills or strange mechanical devices, just a rock hard toy she was allowed to play with any way she wanted.

Today, with Mark at work, Mandy was grateful to work from home.  She needed to be able to rework her schedule for some "relaxation" and to be as loud as she liked without answering to anyone.  At lunch she didn’t have to dodge her ugly, stringy haired coworker, Leslie, to run to the bathroom so she could relieve the tension that had been building between her legs all day. She wanted to be able to slip her fingers somewhere she found exciting without sneaking around. And she would rather play with herself at lunch then put her order on a list only to share a sandwich over boring discussion in a stale lunchroom. Plus, If Mark was ever able to come home for lunch she could really do something she couldn’t at work.

Mandy worked from home, was lacking children to ruin her day, and was free to play at lunch if she chose to.  It just so happened that today was one of those days and although Mark couldn’t make it home for lunch he found an interesting way to be there…  


**A Wet, Difficult Morning**

She woke up that morning and already knew it would be difficult to concentrate on work.  Her underwear were already wet.  She had a dream about Mark last night.  She had been such a bad girl and he was very stern with her… But she couldn’t be thinking about that right now.  She had research to do, proposals to write.  The company was counting on her and she had promised to deliver. She flopped her legs over the side of the bed and made her way to the bathroom.

Her butter soft shirt brushed over her bare nipples and they began to harden with an annoyingly wonderful sensation that sent a shiver up her spine.  No….”Stop Mandy.” She said to herself a little forcefully.  “You have to concentrate.  That adult vacation in the Bahamas isn’t going to pay for itself.”  If there was one thing that she loved more than riding her husband it was doing it with an exotic background.   After brushing her teeth and relieving herself she made her way to the kitchen to make coffee.

The trip they had planned was on her mind still as she poured the water and measured the coffee grounds. She couldn’t wait for him to lick that tiny button that gave her so much pleasure with only a wooden deck under her ass and the ocean waves in front of them, a warm breeze floating over her nipples.  She was so excited.  Her thoughts were drifting again, getting dangerously close to distracting her for hours in the large playroom they had constructed together.  It was originally the twins' playroom on the upper level of their bi-level house, but with them grown and starting lives of their own Mandy and Mark had felt deserving of a playroom for themselves. If she really needed time she could feign sickness to work, but she didn’t want to get *that* behind.  It was easy to spend a lot of time in there. They had acquired a sex swing, an ergonomically perfect lounge for getting as deep inside her as possible (tongue, cock, or dildo), and countless toys of different varieties.  But she couldn’t think about that right now.  It was too dangerous.  She poured a cup of coffee. Time to get dressed and be a good girl.

She threw a comfortable sweater over the shirt she had slept in and pulled a loose pair of sweats over her bare ass.  She had to feel a little bit naughty while she worked. Continuing her business sans underclothing seemed perfect for today.  Her breasts weren’t as high or tight as they used to be but they were fuller and round and her nipples turned up better than they used to, making her profile more artistic with age in comparison to the younger, more plastic version she once was.  She didn’t miss those years.  Young enough to attract attention and too dumb to know what to do with it.  But mature now, she knew how to take control of the situation at hand with ease.  Now she always took what she wanted instead of offering everything she had to give, like when she just wanted someone to love her.  She was skillful now, calculated and this fact alone ensured that she would get off every time.  “Aging has its advantages,” she thought. Knowing what she wanted, how she wanted it, and being confident enough to say it had a multitude of advantages.

Moving to the corner of their large bedroom she used as her office, she plopped in her comfortable work chair, one with the padded leg rest so she could sit with her legs in a criss cross style, but Mandy liked to use the rest to sit with her legs wide open, feet together.  Her pussy lips fell open and she remembered that she was horny.  This was going to be a rough work day so she’d better try to focus and get to it.  She opened her email and clicked on the first unread message. 

She found it hard to focus at first but after the first three emails she started to get into a groove.  If nothing else, the longing she felt to fill her gap gave her a certain finesse, using witty phrases to explain away any delays or discrepancies the team had been experiencing.  "I've got this," she said reassuringly to herself.  She was in boss mode now.  And when she was like this she said all the right things and could motivate the team to do anything. Almost done checking emails and ready to move on to research she looked at the screen. The last email sat there.  It was from Mark.  Why was he emailing her? Why didn't he just call? Strange. He was up to something. Little did she know her curiosity was about to turn into amused shock. Just what she needed for the day.

His email read:

My Sweetest Mandy,

I know that you are busy, but I am writing to you about an urgent matter that needs IMMEDIATE attention:

My cock is so hard just thinking about you.  Mandy…I can't wait to eat your sweet pussy, to put you on the sex swing and open your legs so wide.  You were moaning in your sleep last night.  I know you must be horny today.  I’ve been hanging out in the work trailer all day.  Please send me something to take care of the situation I’m in.  I’d love a little video call so I can release this mess and get back out there.

Please consider it.  ANYTHING you could do would be a great service to me.  I don’t want to work those extra few hours today with blue balls.  You know I’m working late so I can afford to lick your clit beside a palm tree.

Your love,

Mark

Sample of a Smutty Romance - With All The Kids Gone