The Former Mrs. Tan

A Wife, A Mother, A Friend, And a Mistress All In One

We were a group when we entered a local pub near our office. However, Herbert and I decided to sit on a separate table. The others must have thought we were a couple but I felt we were something more casual.

"Herbert," I started while drinking an ice-cold beer. "What do you think a woman should be?"

He turned to me with a puzzled look in his eyes as he put down his drink.

"I would like to know your honest opinion," I said pretending to ignore his puzzled look. "How do you define a woman?"

He smiled and looked afar, probably thinking of what or how to answer the question.

"For me, a woman should be a wife, a mother, a friend, and a mistress all in one," he said lifting his glass and smiled. "A wife who will be my partner; a mother who will take care of me and our children; a friend in times of need; and a mistress for a good fuck."

I smiled at his answer while I observed him take his drink. Thoughts on being a woman, success, and fulfillment whirled inside my mind as these thoughts circled around Herbert's answer. I felt the same way about men, and so far Herbert was both a good friend and a good f**k.

Suddenly, my loins and my heart (Yes, I have to admit, it started with my loins first.) longed for him. I also remembered my calculations; I was fertile within the next 48 hours. I could make my move now or wait for another menstrual cycle.

"Why did you ask?" I heard him ask which jolted me back to reality.

I shook my head and said, "Nothing. I'm not even sure if I could be that kind of woman. Sometimes, I think it is scary --– that being a wife and mother. But on the other hand, it feels inevitable."

Herbert took my hand and squeezed it. "You have nothing to worry about," he said. "It will just come naturally."

I smiled at him and stared at his eyes.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, staring back at me and still holding my hand.

I slightly bowed my head and moved nearer to him. I put my other hand on his shoulder.

"Herbert," I whispered to his ear. "I want to play mistress."

He gave me a sly grin and kissed me lightly on the lips.

"Come on, let's get out of here," he whispered.

No doubt I was wet down there, hot, and horny. My loins longed for him that I had to seduce him with my nakedness. So I got out of the bathroom, covered only with a towel wrapped around me. As soon as I reached the bed, I took off the towel and lay down.

Herbert was sitting on the chair, a bottle of beer on his hand. He stared at me, he didn't speak.

I opened my legs wide enough for him to see my cunt. I put my middle finger on my c******s and started to stroke it gently. I smiled at him, seducing him to come over and kiss me.

He finished his beer and put the bottle on the side table. He got up and went near the bed, knelt down and kissed my cunt. He removed my hand, lifted my thighs and held my butt as he started to kiss my femininity.

I gave a moan of pleasure and undulated my hips, pushing in surrender to him. He didn't stop until I shouted; my back arched, and gave in to the uncontrollable twitching. Then I felt more wetness.

He got up, removed his clothes and was soon on top of me with his arms around me.

I put my arms around his neck; I raised my legs higher and put them around his waist.

He entered me perfectly. He made slow thrusts as he kissed my lips and breasts alternately.

We were breathing heavily, groaning words that reflected our mutual pleasure --- "Lovely!", "Yes!", "Harder!", "f**k!", "s**t!", and even "God!" and we started moving faster and harder as our climaxes built. We clasped our hands, moaned and shouted together when we came.