Newly Divorced and Feeling Naughty

Newly Divorced and Feeling Naughty! Let’s see how I turn a sad situation into an enjoyable (and potentially profitable) endeavor.

At almost forty, I didn’t think I would be getting divorced and starting life all over again. After spending nearly twenty years with him, I thought we’d be together forever. But he clearly had other plans. Jack was a well-known attorney in our city and was always busy. Late-night dinners, long days at the office, occasional travel for conventions, and a few speaking engagements. Do you know who was there for him? Not me. His 25-year-old paralegal! Things were always pretty good between Jack and I. He was very busy with work, but when he was home, he was home, and we had a lot of quality time. We’d built a great life together. We had a few kids, three tiny dogs, and a beautiful Victorian house, and we would regularly vacation together. I was a stay-at-home mom and housewife. It was great!

In the last two years, though, things have felt different. Distant, I would say. A few months ago, on a Wednesday night, I remember specifically, Jack told me he’d be at the office late and not to wait up for him. I sighed but understood. I decided to bring him a hot plate of food from dinner so he’d have some home-cooked food. I showed up at about 8 pm, opened the door to his office, and found him with his paralegal on the couch in his office. And they weren’t just discussing cases. He was pounding her good. I quietly set the food on a nearby table and walked out. He didn’t even chase after me. I think he knew he fucked up.

The next day, I called a divorce attorney. I am fiercely loyal, so cheating was completely unacceptable. Unbeknownst to me, he had been having this affair for nearly a year. I asked for half of everything, the house and the three dogs. Petty? Maybe. I didn’t care. We settled the divorce pretty quickly, and then he moved out.

Now, I’m learning to rebuild my life for myself. I’ve started applying for office jobs. With little work history, I’ve accepted that I’ll have to start at the entry-level and work my way up. While I did get a good chunk of change out of him, it won’t last forever. I need to figure out how to make an income that will sustain my new life. While I look for work, I thought I’d try a few side gigs. I tried selling Christmas décor, but that was not my cup of tea. I just didn’t believe in the product. I’m a Halloween-loving gal. Then, a girlfriend of mine suggested adult sex toys. I’ve always been the most extroverted, fun one of our little friend group, so it doesn’t surprise me that she thought of me. She had been hocking dildos for a few years, very casually. She said she does it more for fun than money. But I thought to myself, “I have the personality for this. I wonder how successful I could be.” So I said okay and signed up.

A week later, two large boxes of product arrived at my front door. As I opened and went through all the items, I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. Imagine a 39-year-old blonde gal sorting through sex toys like I was opening gifts. I’m not a prude by any fashion, but some of these sex toys…. sheesh. The adult toy industry clearly evolved faster than my personal sexual experiences did. I had to call my friend and ask about a few of these to make sure they were real and not gag gifts. I told her I wanted to host a “party” at my house to gauge interest and see if I could sell any of this stuff.

As I’m sorting and chatting away, my son’s girlfriend walks in! She gave me a very peculiar look and waved hello. I told my friend I’d have to call her back and quickly hung up. Then I said, “Hey Lexi, what are you doing here? Jacob is at school.” Lexi and Jacob were sophomores at the local university. She’s a sweet girl, and they have a lot of fun together. Lexi said, “Oh, I stopped by to hang out and wait for Jay. We are gonna get a late lunch and then go study.” Then she said, “What exactly are you doing?” I explained to her that I was dipping my toe into a potential new business venture and would be hosting a party to showcase the toys, but I didn’t really know how to market everything.

What Lexi said next shocked me. She said, “I can be your pussy play tester. You can test these out on me. I’ll give you an honest review so you can convey the pros and cons to your friends, and then you give me 30% of what you sell.” I tilted my head a smidge and squinted my eyes to see if she was serious. I didn’t know how to respond. I think she could tell I was processing her proposition because she said, “I’m not kidding. It’s a win-win. Test on me, and then pay me a cut. But you have to SWEAR you won’t tell Jacob.” Oh yes, because that’s what I want to do? Run and tell my son I’m using his girlfriend’s vagina to help me make some money. I responded, “There’s no way I would speak a word of this to a soul, let alone Jacob.”

Then she proceeded to lift her shirt up and over her head, leaving her small perky boobs completely exposed. I thought, “Well, okay then, we’re gonna do this right here, right now.” I picked up a glass black dildo, it had some blue swirls on the sides for added pleasure. But it also had a decent size handle at the end, so either she could please herself, or someone else could shove it on her twat. Lexi licked the tip and then wiggled out of her jean shorts and tiny pink panties. As she undressed, I grabbed another glass dildo. This one was more colorful and had a shorter handle but different divots to emulate the shape of a penis better.

She hopped up onto my kitchen island and got one all-fours. She had a great body. She was lithe and firm with the softest skin. I ran the cold glass toy between her boobs, passed her belly button and pressed it firmly on her mond. Then, I circled her lady bits before entering her slit. I think she was “excited” because this toy slid in with ease. She giggled and then dropped her head down so her backside was in the air. I pushed the dildo in and out a few times, and her body reacted. She said she liked it. Then she asked me to use the black one on her (the one with the swirls). I obliged. I think she liked this one better because she started to push her body on it; I didn’t have to do as much work. We briefly played with the black one, and then she eyed this massive, flesh-like dong. I’m not kidding. It has to be 10 inches long, thick, veiny, and quite flesh-like – as flesh-like as silicone can feel. She tried to sit on it but was so petite it didn’t fit inside too well. [Good info to have when marketing this big boy.] So, she laid down and spread her legs open. She had to hold herself up on the countertop so I took the massive toy in my hand, used my other hand to spread her pink lips, then pushed the fake cock into her. She was juicy enough that it didn’t take much effort on my part.

At this point, I felt she had done her part. I wanted her to at least orgasm, and time was not on our side. Jacob would be home soon. I pushed that mock peen in and out of her to create friction. Lexi rubbed her button. As my vigor increased, so did her breathing. She let me touch her, and as soon as I did, the combination of touching her clit and pummeling her coochie sent her over the edge. She let out the sweetest scream, and her body began to shutter around the toy. I slowed my penetrations and let her enjoy every second of that Big-O.

When we finished, she hopped off the counter, gave me a bug, and said she would await her commission. She also gave me a cute wink and said, “Let me know when you’re ready to test the next box of toys!”

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