It must have shown on her face, because Gary had asked if she were alright and instead of saying yes and closing her eyes and letting him have her, passing the point of no return by having him inside her, she had asked him to wait.

The second she did, she knew it was over. He couldn't hide his disappointment as he rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed.

Feeling like an idiot she'd started babbling about how she'd lost her husband and was trying to get back into enjoying life, but it was hard and...

That night faded in her mind as suddenly as if a door had been slammed. She remembered she'd ended up apologizing repeatedly as she'd gotten dressed and Gary being a gentlemen. He didn't not give her any grief and gave her his number if she wanted to get together again.

But now it was the present that had her attention and in the present she was playing with her tits and staring at her body as if she were lusting for herself. She was a sexy woman. Her tits were perfect for her body and felt and looked damn good.

Sliding her hands down her stomach as if there were a lover behind her, Emma unsnapped her shorts and eased them down her hips. She turned around and watched over her shoulder as she wriggled out of them.

Like her bra, her black panties were plain but still hugged her ass nicely. Emma shimmied the rest of the way out of the shorts then turned to face the mirror again as she eased her panties down.

The small patch of hair just over her pussy was moist to the touch and as her fingers trailed through it, a shiver went through her.

Her fingers slid between her wet Lips and she moaned when she glided over her swollen clit.

She pushed her panties down to her ankles imagining the view it would give the lover she so badly needed. Her sweet little ass cheeks framing her pink wet, and so fucking neglected, pussy.

Emma straightened and licking her lips, gave her reflection a lascivious wink.

"Like them?" She cupped her breasts once more.

"You like my titties, baby? You want to suck them? What about my pussy?"

She inquired of her mirror image.

"You want to spread my lips and shove your tongue into my wet fucking cunt?"

Cunt. She never used that word, but for some reason the fact she'd said it out loud excited her. Emma was breathing hard and her breasts were heaving. At various points of the evening she'd been strangely horny, but right now she felt absolutely wanton and wished there was someone there to enjoy it.

She walked naked across the bedroom and into the bathroom. The hot tub was close to full and shutting off the water, she turned on the button that activated the jets. Emma stepped into the hot tub and when she sat down and stretched her legs out she released a loud sigh.

"Oh. God this feels good." She declared as the strong currents of water struck her lower back and neck.

Leaning her head back, she slid lower until her nipples were under the warm water and with a purr of delight spread her legs and slipped her hands beneath the water. She teased a finger around her clit, while easing two fingers inside her sinfully wet pussy.

Lifting her legs, Emma placed her feet on the sides of the hot tub and for a moment stared at her bare toe nails. She needed to paint them. She used to always paint them for Steven. It was part of looking and feeling sexy.

She made a mental promise to paint her fingers and toes so she could show Eric. Why would Eric care she painted her nails? Because she should look good for her boy of course was the answer that again seemed to be her voice, but not quite her words.

In fact, she would paint her nails green. A nice bright green because it would bring out her eyes and match her beautiful new necklace. Plus it was Eric's favorite color. That's why that little whore Ashley always wore it. Why she was wearing that skimpy little green thong.

Emma closed her eyes and her fingers pushed deeper inside her as she remembered when she'd walked in on them. She had knocked, but when no one answered opened the door and there was Eric sitting on his bed and that little slut on her knees for him.

Ashley's head was bobbing rapidly. Emma knew that when a woman sucked that fast she wasn't teasing or playing. No, when a woman worked a cock like that she had only one thing in mind, getting that nice hot creamy reward in her mouth.

Emma should have left immediately. It was her son, but...