Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror

T. C. Vega

On a stressful Thursday night, Danielle's extramarital rendezvous goes awry when her young guest fails to impress.

Warning: This story is intended for adult audiences. All characters depicted in the story are at least 18 years of age. If you are not comfortable with adult content or are not of legal age to view such material in your jurisdiction, please exit this site.

Like every Thursday night for the last fourteen years of her marriage, Danielle was standing naked in her tastefully appointed bedroom, waiting.

Normally, she was looking forward to this, but tonight her mind was still on the numbers that had to be prepared for next week's earnings call. It was stressful this time of year, but work would have to wait until tomorrow. One final check in the large floor-to-ceiling mirror on the left wall, and there it was, the expected knock at exactly eight o'clock.

"Come!"

The door opened, and Tiffany, their ever attentive help, walked in with a tan young man following a couple of steps behind. The two of them would make a cute couple, she thought. They're both so depressingly young and attractive. I could be their mother. Well, not quite, but almost.

Tiffany smiled her usual warm smile. "Dannie, this is Leo. And Leo, please meet Dannie."

He just nodded, and Dannie gave him a thorough once-over. This one was a personal trainer or a tennis coach, as far as she knew. Not that it mattered much. Tiff had a certain type that she picked out for her -- they were in their twenties, handsome, athletic, and often very well endowed. Maybe she makes them strip during the interview, she mused. Or she takes them for a test drive. Tiff was nothing if not diligent.

"All good?" asked Tiffany, smoothing her uniform. "Is there anything else you need?"

"No, that'll be all. Thank you."

He nodded approvingly as Tiffany left and closed the door behind her.

"Wow," he said and whistled. "You're a lot hotter than I expected. Not bad at all."

"Well, I do what I can to stay in shape. But you came all this way, so let's get right to business."

"Don't mind if I do, with babies like these." He reached out and grabbed her breasts, weighing them in his hand like oranges at the market. "So, what do you wanna do?"

Classy move, she thought and pushed his hand away. "Getting undressed would be a good start."

"Right."

He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, but forgot to take off his shoes. She waited somewhat impatiently until he was done and his clothes were lying in a small heap on the floor. Obviously, he wasn't the tidiest person, but at least as far as physical attributes were concerned, Tiff had chosen well. Looking at his defined abs and a dick that was just mouthwatering, she felt her arousal building.

"What about your husband?" he asked. "Maybe we should have gone to a hotel. Would be awkward if he caught us here."

"Let me worry about that," she said and got down on her knees in front of him. "Hands behind your head. If I want you to touch me, I'll tell you."

She took him into her mouth to help get him hard, and despite the record temperatures outside, he smelled and tasted clean. Tiff never left anything to chance; she had probably made him take a shower before she took him here.

"Looks like you're doing this a lot," he said, groaning and pushing his hips forward. "Takes an experienced cocksucker to go deep like that."

She resisted the temptation to take a bite out of that admittedly glorious, hard dick. He's gonna brag to his friends that a rich bitch sucked him off, she thought. I wonder if he tells them that he got paid for it.

"You know what," she said, "how about we switch? Come on, you're gonna eat me out."

She sat down on the side of the bed and spread her legs to give him easy access. It didn't seem to be his favorite activity, but in this line of work, that couldn't be helped. Finally some peace and quiet, she thought, as he was lapping away, along her labia at first, then encircling her clit, with surprisingly good technique.

After a few minutes he looked up. "Getting kinda tired down here. Are you there yet?"

"No," she said, biting her lip, barely managing to hold back her climax. "You gotta work harder. Keep going."

She managed to hold on for another minute before she groaned and screamed out her release, the stress of a long week finally rolling off her shoulders. She let herself fall completely as the waves of the first orgasm of the night finally washed over her.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "So this is it? You're done?"

"I'm not done." With some effort, she turned around and knelt on the bed, facing the mirror. "Now you're gonna fuck me. Put that dick of yours to use."

"Alright."

He hadn't lost his erection, so further attention wasn't required, and she gasped when he shoved his dick into her pussy in one powerful, unexpected push.

"Bigger than your husband's, huh?" he asked as he started to pound her.

"My husband has lots of other qualities."

"Yeah. With a house like this he must be loaded."

Stupid kid, she thought. He probably thinks I'm some bored trophy wife who sits at home all day, waiting for her husband to bring home the bacon. But why does that even bother me? At his age, I was already running my own company, and all he does is entertain bored housewives.

"Actually, I'm the one with the money. Doesn't matter. Can't you go harder?"

She watched herself in the mirror as he was pounding her with hard, balls-deep strokes, making her heavy breasts bounce. Not bad for almost forty, she thought, scrutinizing her reflection. My boobs may not be as high as they used to be, but I can still squeeze a dick like a twenty-year-old.

"Kinda weird, this huge mirror," he said suddenly.

"It's for my husband. He likes to see my face when he takes me from behind. Especially when he fucks my ass."

He stopped mid-stroke. "You do anal?"

Kid, she thought, I've taken it up the ass when you were still sucking on mommy's tit.

Despite his size she was sure she could take him, and Tiff had put a new bottle of lube on the nightstand, just in case. But as much as she enjoyed it from time to time, anal sex was something she reserved for people she had good chemistry with.

"I do everything," she said, "but let's not get ahead of ourselves. How about you make me cum and then we'll see."

She licked her fingers and reached between her legs, starting to rub herself vigorously. These young guys had stamina, and if she helped it along, she could normally squeeze out a couple more orgasms.

"Oh yeah," he said, giving her butt a hard slap. "I'm gonna rip that slutty asshole of yours wide open. You'll be ruined for hubs when I'm done with you."

She took a deep breath. Trash talk was something she appreciated only when it came from her husband, and enough was enough. He hadn't cum yet, but he could jerk off outside in the car for all she cared.

"Stuart!" she shouted, and less than five seconds later, her head of security came rushing in.

"Ma'am?"

"My guest is leaving," she said, getting off the bed. "Stay with him until he's dressed and see to it that he's paid for his efforts."

"Very well, ma'am. I will make sure he finds his way off the premises."

She left her dumbfounded guest and walked over to the adjacent room where her husband was sitting in an armchair facing the one-way mirror. He had his pants down to his ankles and Tiffany on her knees, hard at work between his legs.

Dannie grimaced. "I'm sorry, love, but this wasn't working out for me."

He grinned. "That guy really was a bit of a tool. I'm surprised you didn't kick him out earlier."

"It wasn't a total bust, his pussy eating was decent. Someone with more patience than me must have taught him."

Tiffany sat back on her heels. "So sorry, Dannie. Ramón canceled at the last minute, and that was the best I could find at short notice. When I tried him out, he wasn't such a, err, conversationalist."

"Don't worry, it's all good. I really appreciate everything that you're doing for us."

"Enough to eat me out?" asked Tiff, smirking. "I mean, most of the time I do excellent work. I haven't pulled a dud like that in a while."

Dannie laughed and got on her knees next to her. "Of course. Let me finish up with my husband, and I'll be with you in a bit. Can't have some jerk ruin our Thursday night. Right, love?"

"It's okay," he said and pushed a strand of hair out of her face. "You ladies go ahead. Wouldn't wanna miss this for the world."

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