How did it come to this?<br/>It was inevitable really, Angela decides as she bites down on her panties, feeling the cock pumping into her, the weight upon her back pinning her into the bed. It was inevitable that a job like hers would require an outlet of some kind or other, some unhealthy habit to help her Forget. She closes her eyes, feeling her toes curling as Andrew presses deep into her, his cock striking her in all the ways that Derek and Clive had never managed, even when they were bright eyed young studs in their prime. Derek hadn’t been able to handle the absences, the time away from home on this or that posting. He hadn’t been able to cope with his wife being home for three months of the year... and he’d always had a taste for younger women than himself anyway. Perhaps he’d been threatened.<br/><br/>There was quite a bit of Angela to be threatened by after all, a life spent undergoing rigorous Air Force pilot’s PT had kept her sleek and trim with pert breasts and a tight ass, and Sarah hadn’t hurt matters a bit. Her long blonde hair was still bright and lustrous and her blue eyes were still bright and daring ‘fuck me‘ eyes. Angela had gone straight back into the air, flying strategic missions this time, flying drones out of a local airforce base. This had given her more time at home, and more time with Derek, more time to see his infidelity and more time to decide that her pride and her daughter meant more to her than some shitty man, and so she got out.<br/><br/>Clive had been a mistake. At First it had been fine, for Clive was a cop and he had ignited some of the old fires. He’d been daring and interesting and far better in many ways than Derek. Yet he had also been worse in quite a few others. He knew what he wanted and he was assertive, incredibly so. Whilst at first that had been fun, it had rapidly become degrading, especially when she started noticing how he started looking at her now teenage daughter... so he’d had to go. No amount of sex, however good, was worth that.<br/><br/>Yet now, her hand is snatching backward to grasp at Andrew’s ass, holding him as she lets out another hungry moan of pleasure. The room is thick with the smell of their lovemaking... no, not lovemaking, their fucking, their hard unflinching rutting, and it is good. So unbelievably, sinfully good.<br/>“You are The biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my life.” Angela hisses as she spits her panties out, her voice low and throaty as she feels the orgasm coming. “But... I don’t want to stop making it.”<br/><br/>How did it come to this?<br/><br/>______<br/><br/>Nerves are not an emotion that Angela, callsign “Stone Cold” is accustomed to. She’s used to being the one in control, smiling and confident as the world around her goes to shit. She’s used to being the one who calls the shots and directs the show, yet now... now she’s struggling to pick out what to wear. The black chiffon or the red silk. Red silk is more alluring, clinging to her skin and showing her curves off in all the right ways, yet the black is lacy and easier to remove... and good god does she need it removing.<br/><br/>Angela is nervous but she’s also painfully, gut wrenching lay, angrily horny. She needs to get laid, needs to get dicked in the very worst possible way. She’s sure that her daughters friends had picked up on it when she’d swung by to say hello. She can hear her daughter down below, laughing and joking with her friends and she takes a deep breath, trying not to think about how they might satiate the fire burning in her loins far better than the bank manager she has lined up for her date tonight. She can’t do that, she just can’t. They’re young and she’s not,  though that Isn’t an easy realisation to accept, amd getting involved with any one of them would be an unpleasant, career ending nightmare.<br/><br/>Angela hisses put a sigh of irritation, glancing at herself in the mirror, still clad in her lacy black fuck me underwear, the push up bra intending to show off her assets in the worst way. There comes a knock at the door, and Angela is saying “Come in” before she remembers that her daughter is not the only one in the house.<br/><br/>Angela is an impressive sight, with legs which go on for days and a pert, muscled behind. Her body is tight, conditioned by a life spent under ruthless Air Force phys Ed programmes, without an ounce of excess fat upon her. Yet the true kicker are the wings tattooed down her shoulder blades, a legacy of a bad suggestion by an equally bad ex husband.