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Betty is feeling sorry for herself as she sits across from the happy couple. Cheryl and Toni are her best friends, and although she loves them dearly, their affections have gotten hard to witness. She sips on her martini and looks away, across the restaurant at another young and joyous couple.
The only man Betty has ever loved left her more than six months ago. She and Archie were high school sweethearts. After getting knocked up in senior year, they married in her parent’s backyard and settled into his dad’s house next door.
It wasn’t easy, but at least they loved each other. Archie worked for his dad and then took over the business after his sudden passing. Betty finished college and worked at Pop’s. Nothing came out of her teaching degree though, with kid number two catching them by as much surprise as number one did.
She stayed home and looked after the kids while he worked long hours.
Looking back, it’s obvious he wasn’t happy.
They were in their twenties, with a family to support and bills to pay. She tried to stay positive and do as much as she could, even helping out with the paperwork at Andrew’s Construction. Their sex life was okay, maybe not as fun as when they were teenagers, but still okay.
This doesn’t feel like her life, she feels like she’s someone else looking in. She’s pathetic. Her husband has left her for someone who lives across the country. He’s sold the business and is asking her to move herself and the kids out of his dad’s house as soon as possible. The house is up for sale and there are quite a few parties interested.
She’s heartbroken and feels like a complete failure. On top of dealing with her own emotions, her kids’ emotions, and finding a place to move to, she’s also started teaching full time at Riverdale High. She’s exhausted, and by the time she gets into bed every night all she does is cry.
Her mother told her this would happen. She’s so stupid.
“Are you okay, Betty?” Toni asks gently, making Betty focus back on them.
She swallows and gives them a nod. “I need another drink,”
The kids are at her parents place and tonight is meant to be her night out with the girls.
“You know what you need, dear cousin?” Cheryl says.
Betty lifts an eyebrow, knowing this’ll be good.
“Archie is the only man you’ve ever been with. You need to fuck every guy you can get your hands on, I hear rebound sex is fantastic,”
“Not that she knows personally or anything,” Toni puts in teasingly.
Cheryl smiles at Toni. “Of course not, but we can live through Betty… She’s single now and it’s a waste if she doesn’t go out and have some fun. You missed out on your wild college days, maybe you just need someone to give you some good hard dick,”
Both Toni and Betty laugh at her choice of words. Cheryl is a hardcore lesbian and has never been with a guy, but Betty appreciates her trying.
“Yeah right,” Betty sighs, grabbing the waiter's attention and ordering another round of drinks.
“You know…” Toni says. “Maybe Cher is right, you really haven’t ever been able to experiment,”
Betty would have never dreamed of cheating on Archie, so she had never considered being with other men. When she found out he had slept with someone else, it absolutely tore her up inside. It confirmed that she wasn’t good at pleasing him anymore like she suspected, that she wasn’t enough for him.
“I know a few single guys,” Toni says, “Would you be up for me setting up a date for you?”
Betty frowns and shakes her head. On top of everything that’s going on, going on a date and sleeping with men who aren’t her husband isn’t something she needs.
.
A week later though, she’s walking into a bar on unsteady legs. Even though she had told Toni she wasn’t interested, Toni still set up the meeting and was leaving it in Betty’s hands if she wanted to go through with it.
He was older, almost her parents' age, but Toni swore he was a total hottie and someone she trusted enough to show Betty a fun, and also safe, time.
Maybe she does need to let loose and forget about her troubles for a night. The kids are with Cheryl and Toni and the only thing Betty needs to worry about is if she’ll make a fool of herself tonight.
When a very handsome man, probably in his late forties or early fifties, approaches her, she offers a smile and hopes it’s him. He’s tall and slender, but obviously muscular under his shirt. His hair is dark and he’s got stubble on his stunning face.
“Betty?” he asks kindly.
She nods. “FP?”
“That’s me,” he smiles a little brighter. “It’s so nice to meet you. Toni told me you were beautiful but I wasn’t expecting…” his eyes rack over her, yet it’s not sleazy like she thinks it might be.
Her cheeks burn and she feels a little shy, but she likes the attention. She’s wearing a short black dress Cheryl forced her into, and a denim jacket over the top, hair out in loose curls.
“Anyway,” he says as if he’s pulling himself away from a trance. “Should we grab a drink and get to know each other?”
She nods, very eager for alcohol so she can calm her nerves.
As the night goes on, Betty thinks FP’s the perfect person to do this with. He’s charming and confident, he takes charge and doesn’t make her feel crowded. Once she’s had enough drinks they even dance on the dancefloor, with her laughing for the first time in a long time.
His hands touch her like she’s sexy and he whispers as much against her neck before they begin to make out on the dance floor.
It’s intoxicating and she wants so much for him to take her. She’s never been with someone like him, someone that she has no doubt will know exactly what he’s doing.
“Should we head back to mine?”
She nods and lets him lead the way out. Thankfully he doesn’t live far and it doesn’t give her too much time to change her mind.
He takes her jacket and before she can fill the silence with awkward chitchat, he’s already kissing her, lifting her into his arms and carrying her towards what she assumes is his bedroom.
He puts her down on the bed and she breathes deeply as she watches him above her, looking down at her with hunger in his eyes. She’s hungry too. She’s so desperate to be touched, to be fucked, and to come .
“Doing okay?” he asks.
She nods with a smile and caresses his hair off his face. She’s nervous, but she’s had sex before so it’s not something totally new.
“Good,” he says, kissing her lips hotely. “Just lay back and relax,”
She does, letting him travel down her body, lifting her hips when he goes to take her panties off, and watches as his face disappears up her skirt.
“Oh god,” she moans, letting her head drop backwards as her back arches. No one’s done this to her in ages, and it feels so damn good.
He eats her out until she quickly and easily comes, turned on by the fact that she’s sleeping with a man she just met in the same night, and he seems even more into her than she is into him. And she’s into him.
He growls against her pussy and she giggles, pulling at his hair. “Oh,”
He finally smirks up at her. “Good to know you’re so sensitive,” he says, his hands lifting to her breasts. “Are these sensitive too?” He pulls the fabric of her dress and bra lower, exposing them to him.
She bites her lip, as if still shy, and watches as he tweaks her nipples and comes up to suck and bite on them.
She moans and lifts her legs up around the back of his thighs. He’s still dressed and she’s practically spilling from her dress.
“Please,” she whimpers desperately, reaching between them so she can undo his pants. She wants to be fucked . She wants to forget.
“No, sweetheart, you’re going to come for me at least a few more times before I give you what you want,”
She whimpers at the instruction and he bites at her breast playfully. “Would you like that, Betty?” he asks. “Would you like to come for me again?”
She nods eagerly.
“Good girl,” he says darkly, and all she wants now is to do whatever he says.
He finger fucks her hard and fast as he sucks on her tender breasts, but she loves the attention. She moans with a cry, her toes curling and head spinning with alcohol.
“Oh, there we go,” he chuckles, then removes his hand and tastes her off his fingers.
“Fuck,” she breathes, and accepts when he makes her suck them clean.
Even though their love making it kind of rough, she can tell he’s taking care of her and it’s exactly what she needs. She feels ravished.
They pull away long enough for him to get her dress off. His shirt goes too and she almost melts at the sight. He’s fit and he’s got a few tattoos, her favorite.
“Time to sit on my face, baby,”
She blushes even more at the thought, but she doesn’t protest as he lays back and helps her climb on top. It’s extremely erotic, getting to ride him like this, chasing her own pleasure.
When she looks back over her shoulder she sees his pants are open and he’s lazily stroking his cock. It’s big, bigger than Archie’s, and at the thought of that, she grabs onto the headboard and holds on for dear life as the strongest release yet rocks her body. She grinds down on him, chasing the high, prolonging the wonderful euphoria coursing through her veins.
When she falls forward with exhaustion, she doesn’t even flinch when he smacks her ass and tells her to climb down and onto his cock.
She does, taking him into her hand as she sinks down on him and whimpers. She’s so wet and turned on that she contracts around it, hugging him tighter to her walls.
His hands are all over her and she feels sexy . She hasn’t felt like this in a long time, maybe ever. Being with someone that’s a good deal older has its own set of exciting elements. It’s good to let him take charge. Even though she’s on top, he’s still controlling her movements, thrusting up as she presses down, encouraging her as she rides him like a woman starved.
When she loses her momentum after another earth shattering orgasm, he flips her around and fucks her doggystyle. She’s so happy that she actually laughs through a half cry, all the stimulation overpowering.
As things get even more intense, he presses her down into the creaking bed and kisses her neck from behind.
She forgets who she is and all her worries, while he drags one orgasm after another from her willing body, and by the time he comes inside her and rolls to his side, she’s so satisfied she can’t move.
She smiles when he checks in on her, leaving for a moment and getting her a glass of water.
She regains enough energy to wrap a sheet around herself and sit up against a pillow.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
She smiles and nods, accepting the glass of water. “More than okay,” she replies, “thanks to you,”
He chuckles as he comes to sit on the bed next to her and relaxes. “My pleasure,” He caresses the part of her thigh that’s exposed and she closes her eyes happily.
“You were wonderful,” she says, not sure if it’s silly. She’s never done this before.
“So were you,” he answers with another chuckle. “Very sexy,”
She looks at him and bites her lip. “Did Toni tell you about my situation?”
He just smiles and she knows he knows.
“You’ll be okay, Betty,” he says after a moment, when she thinks they won’t talk again. “You’re young and strong, and gorgeous. He’s an idiot for leaving.”
She smiles in thanks and swallows. She really doesn’t want to think about her life right now.
“And I’m around, if you ever want to do this again,”
She lifts her eyebrows and tries to contain a smirk.
“Oh,” he laughs. “You do want to do it again, right now, huh?”
She bursts into a giggle as soon as he gets on top of her, his stubble tickling her as he kisses her neck and chest.