The Taking of Jayde

It'd been too long. WAY too long.

Jayde knew this was true when she caught herself seriously considering the far-too-young hot stud in her office. What the hell am I thinking? Jayde mentally smacked herself back to reality. Yes, he was hot - very hot, and young and virile and well, young. VERY young. It wasn’t that he was that many years younger then her - only eight years her junior, but, well, damn… He was a lifetime younger when it came to living.

She was 34, divorced and a single mother of two. He was a 26 yr old . . . well, stud. Her life was work and kids and making sure the furnace didn't go out and wondering if her ex-husband was going to pay his child support this month or if he'd fall even further behind. His life was working and playing. A LOT of playing, according to office rumor he'd romanced nearly every young cutie in the place. Her weekends were kids' sporting events and scouting outings. His were clubbing and more clubbing.

"And getting laid, no doubt," she sighed to herself, "unlike me."

It'd been three years since her husband walked out the door, leaving her with a young child and a baby due within a month. Three years since anyone had pleasured her . . . well, except for herself with the help of her well-used silver bullet. Definitely not the same and she was NOT a woman who enjoyed celibacy, by any means. Even after four years of marriage, she had needed sex several times a week and probably would have been happily sated being well-fucked daily if her husband hadn’t been so . . . bland?

Three years of, "On your knees, baby!"

*wham-bam*

"It’s over already?!?" as her husband moaned, "Oh, GOD!" as he came.

Okay, so it had been more than three years since she'd been REALLY pleasured . . . there had been a few really good fucks in the beginning of their relationship, but after the marriage it quickly became obvious that he was very unimaginative and while consistency and stability were attractive qualities in a husband, they were NOT attractive qualities in a lover.

Jayde had always harbored secret desires and fantasies of being dominated, held down and fucked thoroughly by an aggressive, rough lover in ways only imagined . . .

Her husband certainly had not been the type of man one spoke of secret fantasies to - for one, he was very repressed (he was utterly disgusted by the thought of a man touching himself and had NEVER pleasured himself), and second, if he had tried to fulfill any fantasies, he would have undoubtedly screwed it up due to his complete lack of imagination.

Jayde sighed to herself again, certain that her fantasies, admitted to no one, would never be fulfilled - certainly not now that her only free time was every other weekend and she spent that time trying to hold back the tidal wave of destruction her two children wreaked on the house while they weren’t there to foil her attempts to bring some sort of order! They certainly wouldn’t be fulfilled by some clueless young stud - guys like that rarely had the maturity or the understanding of women to be truly interested in, no less wise and creative enough to fulfill fantasies . . .

Speaking of time to clean her home, it was Friday and she would be dropping the children off immediately after dinner.

After dropping the children off, she returned home to find her front door unlocked