COLLECTION 1: Teaching My Younger Husband Sin(I)

If you called her a cougar or whatever hot-to-trot name the kids had come up with these days, Marie was liable to curse you out. She was anything but anybody’s cradle robber. Marie was simply Marie, an older woman who happened to be married to a younger man, and who happened to still have the goods to keep his eyes right square on her. Marie wasn’t like other women her age. Not like the ones who had settled into the grandmotherly role, and not like the ones who acted too much like their own children.

She was one hell of a fuck and there was no denying that. They could go for hours, non-stop, and he’d be worn out long before her.

And she had settled down, as much as a woman like Marie was able to. At forty-three, she wore her shorts mid-thigh instead of barely covering her ass-cheeks. The wildness was in her naturally, always had been. It was one of the main things that had attracted Gavin to Marie in the first place, that and her goddess-like body, of course.

She had grown up fast. She was out and on her own, working in bikini bars at nineteen. Marie had told Gavin the stories in one of these very clubs when she was thirty-two and he was a twenty-year-old college student, right around the time they started flirting and fooling around. She didn’t give a damn about heeding anyone’s warning, not her friends, not even her manager.

Soon after, they were an item, and, not much longer after that, they were inseparable. Marie was good with her money, too. She didn’t toss it around recklessly like the other girls. But she and Gavin didn’t have that in common. Gavin was terrible with money. It slipped through his fingers like water. It was something he had never quite gotten the hang of, college-educated or not.

She had taught him the simple things, like keeping house and home remedies. She’d even taught him to fish! That was something his friends and family teased him about it, especially his brothers.

Gavin grinned, for he wondered how much they would tease if they knew how often he eased her skirt above her knees and crawled between her trembling thighs. He wondered how many jokes they would have to tell about the way she massaged his cock until it was red, solid and throbbing, then took him hungrily inside her cheeks.

They wouldn’t tease at all, Gavin was sure.

Yes, the passion he and Marie shared made them a perfect match in his eyes, but people on the outside looking in didn’t understand that. People like his mother and his sister couldn’t even appreciate it. They could only appreciate that once, many years ago, Marie had discarded her clothes for money.

But Gavin had married her anyway. He’d done it against his mother’s and his sister’s wishes because, well, he was in love with the woman and, though he hadn’t had many relationships, he knew he wouldn’t find the kind of love he had with Marie with anyone else, his age or otherwise. They had the kind of love you couldn’t measure in time, age or money, so he didn’t bother trying.

Didn’t she have any real goals or aspirations about herself? His mother wanted to know, but Gavin didn’t care if she did or if she didn’t.

He loved Marie the way she was, working her shift at the restaurant and waiting for him until he got home.

He loved that, when he got there, she was usually naked, or wearing next to nothing while cooking dinner or dusting shelves.

* * *

These days, though, strange things were happening in their home, and even he could tell. Marie was spending money just as fast as both he and she could make it, and that wasn’t like her. And she was hiding it. The thing was, Marie wasn’t very good at hiding it.

She thought she was, though. When Marie thought she was being slick, her eyes got really big like they did when he was fucking her (he loved when they did that) and she’d stretch her arms far behind her back and pucker her lips up for the wettest of kisses and Gavin would give her just that before squeezing her ass tightly. He could never bring himself to ask her about it – mostly because he didn’t want to embarrass her, but partly because she had been there for him when he had no job at all.

Yeah, his Marie, she was something all right.

Gavin rubbed the hardness that was forming in his trousers. He poured a cup of coffee from the pot she had left behind for him.

He wondered what she had up her sleeve, but under no circumstances would he enquire before she was ready to tell. He just knew that, whatever it was, it was going to be good.

* * *

Marie was already dressed and staring directly into Gavin’s eyes when he awakened.

‘You’re up early,’ he said, and leaned in for a kiss. She nodded. ‘I want you to walk with me to work.’

‘Then it’s not because I’m getting morning sex,’ Gavin said, but only half-jokingly.

Marie’s answer was a smile. She leaned in and kissed him on the forehead, leaving traces of her lip gloss on his light skin.

Gavin furrowed his brow. ‘That won’t take any extra time.’

He dressed quickly. Khaki shorts and a polo shirt would do. He ran a comb through his soft blond hair before hooking his arm through the crook of Marie’s and walking outside with her.

‘When will your car be ready?’ he asked her.

He pretended not to notice the bulge in Marie’s eyes that revealed her nervousness straightaway.

‘I don’t know,’ Marie said. ‘Today. Tomorrow, maybe.’

But Gavin knew that it would be neither, not until he mailed the payment for her.He soon began to notice her tugging him along an unusual path. ‘New route to work?’ he asked.

Marie tossed her head, her brown curls bouncing. ‘Something like that,’ she responded. Her short pale-blue uniform swayed against her legs.

He tugged at her hand, making her pause so that he could bend down and kiss her on her full head of soft, springy curls.

Gavin was anxious to see what Marie had in store, and he knew it had to be something. So he began to walk quickly, getting ahead of her and pulling her by her hand so that her walk became a sexy little trot and she had to tug on him to get him to slow down.

‘Sorry,’ he mumbled, smiling shyly.

‘Don’t be so anxious,’ she said. ‘It doesn’t look good on you.’ After several blocks they cut across the street and Marie led him into a wooded area. She stopped walking just long enough to stand in front of him and kiss him on the lips, her naturally full set covering his thin pair, her luscious tongue sliding inside his mouth, slowly taunting him with its morning sweetness.

Then, a few minutes later, they arrived at their destination.

They were in the middle of the woods, standing beneath the biggest oak tree Gavin had ever seen, with branches that spread out a mile wide, it seemed. From the largest limb hung a swing with heavy chain links and a black leather seat. It looked out of place – it clearly belonged in a dungeon, not in the middle of the woods.

‘How did you find something like this?’ Gavin asked. ‘Or did you find it?’

That was it. Marie had bought it and paid to have it installed.

Marie shushed him. ‘You ask too many damn questions, Gavin. Let’s just say … I happened upon it one day … OK?’

Gavin nodded and said, ‘OK,’ as foolish as he knew they both sounded.

‘Have a swing with me?’ She winked at him and walked ahead, peeking back at him over her shoulder flirtatiously.