Days turned into weeks for Marty. The new job was a tremendous relief as compared to her work at the correctional institution. She enjoyed her new car and the admiring waves and whistles she got when she drove down the street in it.
She found a new apartment close to the department store where she went to work. The view, from the balcony, was spectacular, the rooms spacious and the furniture she bought with her employee discount was perfect for Marty's tastes.
As summer was coming to a close and fall breezes stirred the air Marty began to feel that she was still missing something. What she needed she didn't know for sure. She sat on the balcony watching the lights come on over the city and wondering what it was that was still missing from her life. She had been having lots of men. Cocks of all sorts, shapes and sizes in all sorts of places. She loved cock sucking. Getting her pussy eaten out. Fucking too, don't leave out fucking. That was a thrill. Watching men cum turned her on. Having them finger her twat was exciting. Was it men that she missed?
She assessed the men in her life and determined that even though she enjoyed her sex sessions with them she needed one man, all the time. It became clear, once the thought came to her, that she was a one-man woman. She missed her life with her husband, even after all that time. The years apart had dimmed her need for him specifically but what she desired, she knew, was the relationship.
After Marty had a couple of highballs she thought she would go out for dinner. She liked eating at home, enjoying the view, and taking life easy but on this particular night she felt she needed a change.
She dressed in stretch ants and a bulky pull over sweater. With her hang down, hanging in long curls around her face, framing her with shimmering softness, she went out to walk the few blocks to her favorite delicatessen.
The men she passed on the sidewalk all did double takes, turning to look at the lovely woman as she strolled past them.
When she entered the deli Marty didn't notice, at first, the parole officer that she had become acquainted with during her tour of duty at the prison. She took a tray, placed her order, got coffee and picked up the platter full of food at the cash register. When she turned to find a table she noticed Graham sitting by the window.
He spoke first, "Marty? Is that you?"
"Hi Graham. It's been a long time. How are you?"
"OK I guess. Yeah, I'm fine. How's things?" he asked.
"Well, you know I don't work for the state anymore. I left my job there about three months ago. I got my diploma and my degree. I work at Steinfeld's in the security section and I love it." She nodded to the empty chair at Graham's table asking with gestures if she could join him.
"Please, have a seat," he said. Graham got up to pull the chair out for her. When she was seated he helped her to scoot up close to the table.
Over dinner and a couple more drinks Marty and Graham caught up on each other's recent pacts. He told her that his girl friend had left him and moved to another state.
Marty listened, felt sympathy for the handsome guy, and told him she'd considered calling him a couple of times but had never gone through with it because she didn't want to come between Graham and his girl friend. "Now that she's gone I guess you are a free agent," Marty said.
"Definitely a free agent. I'm having a hard time adjusting to being alone," he confided. "I got used to having her there and maybe I started to take her for granted. Now that she's gone I miss her a lot."
Marty signaled for the waiter to bring them each another drink. She tipped her glass to Graham and said, "Here's to our harpy futures and to the past that we've both learned from."
"Cheers," he said, although he didn't sound like he meant it.
"Hey, would you like to see my new apartment?" Marty asked. "I live close by and I have a terrific wet bar. I can make us a night cap."
Graham didn't answer, he stood, pulled his jacket on, walked around and helped Marty with her chair again. With her arm through his they walked out, down the street, heading for the high rise where Marty lived.
When they got into the apartment he complimented Marty on the choice of decorations, commented on the view, and asked, "How about that drink you offered me? I could use a little bracer."
She mixed strong bourbon and sodas for them and handed Graham the drink. "Maybe we could get more comfortable and enjoy our drinks in the bedroom," Marty suggested.
"I think I could deal with that," he replied.
In the bedroom Marty took the glass from Graham's hand and sat it on the bedside table. "Go ahead, Graham. Get comfortable."
Marty began to undress as she moved around the room. She turned off the lamps and let the illumination of the city lights serve in place of the candles she had forgotten to buy.
In the dim light the couple, naked, moved to the bed. Graham, nervous after being alone for so long, sat up, resting a against the headboard of the big bed. Marty lay down, her head resting on his thigh.
"Has it been a long, long time for you Graham?" she asked. His cock was hanging between his legs just inches from her face and it's slow stiffening made her certain that he was horny. She watched it grow. The color at first pale, the skin limp. Then as the organ filled up, more color, less skin. Especially his ball-sac as it shrunk. The nuts became visible. She could almost hear them gurgling with his pent up load. That's why she asked the question.
"Well, if you don't count all the hand jobs I've been giving myself it's been quite a while. If you count the hand jobs then I'd have to tell you it's only been three or four hours."
"Tell me what you want," she said. Marty reached for the cock and brought it to her lips.
Graham said, "That. That's what I want. A blow job. I love a good blow job."
Marty opened her mouth and guided the cock between her lips. She pulled the skin back to reveal the head of the dick. She extended her tongue to lick the sensitive tissue and felt the entire shaft harden a little more.
Graham turned on his side to give her a better shot at his cock. He reached down to fondle her tits while she tantalized him with her lips and tongue.
Marty's nipples, in Graham's fingers, stiffened and stood up. She groaned with the pleasure he gave her by stretching and tickling the flesh of her tits.
Graham, getting hotter, turned back to sit straight up again. He pulled Marty over with him so that she lay between his outstretched and widely parted legs.
Marty held his cock in her hands and dipped her head down to lick his balls. She stroked the cock with the same rhythm of the wet caresses she planted on his nuts and made him groan.
Graham bent his knees up and scooted down a little. In that position his crotch was directly in front of Marty's face. He watched while she began to suck him off, reveling in the sight of his own cock disappearing in her mouth and then reappearing, wet with her saliva.
"I think I may get off pretty fast," Graham said. "I get hot of real easy."
Marty couldn't talk with her mouth full but she managed to say, "Mm, hmm," to indicate "yes" to his suggestion that he cum fast.
Marty propped herself on her elbows and began to bob her head up and down, sucking as she raised up, blowing as she lowered her mouth onto him again.
Graham laid his hands on Marty's shoulders, gently as if he was afraid he might break her rhythm. He wanted to shout out how good her blow job felt but he restrained himself. He held his breath, gulping in air when he did breath, and tried to remain very still.
Marty began to move faster, sliding her tongue over the bottom of Graham's hard cock, creating a wondrous friction against the tender places. When she felt the ridge of the head of his cock against the insides of her lips, she pressed harder with her tongue and then relaxed that pressure as the cock vanished back into the depths of her mouth.
"Oh, it's close. It's real close," Graham said. "I'm going to cum. I gotta do it."
Marty nodded a little and maintained her tempo on the hot cock.
The first spurt of Graham's cum hit the back of Marty's throat, she gulped it down and gripped the cock tighter at it's base with a circle of her thumb and forefinger. She bobbed faster and faster up and down, loving the sensation of the big rod going off in her mouth.
Graham's hands shifted from Marty's shoulders to grip the sheets. His legs went id, his toes curled back, his breathing but stopped and his head lolled back against the wall.
His big cock jerked and heaved, pouring cum out of the end. His balls drew up tightly against his body and forced shot after shot of his cum up and out.
The hot, fiery liquid spurting through the delicate tubes in his cock sent jolts of pleasure through his loins, rattled him deeply, and made him cry out finally in ecstasy.
Marty didn't let up. She gripped the cock tighter with her lips, she pressed harder with her tongue and she sucked harder, all the while she thrust up and down on the long, thick shaft.
When Graham finally began to shiver and shake she finally stopped the blow job and remained with her mouth enveloping the cock. She remained very still and let him settle down.
When Marty finally moved she rolled from between Graham's legs and onto her back. She said, "My tits. Work my tits."
When Graham leaned over to plant the first kiss on Marty's breasts he saw her hands go to her own crotch. Before he could say anything he saw her fingers of one hand spread the vulva and the fingers of the other hand reach up inside. Graham understood that she wanted to hand fuck herself and that she craved the thrill of having him sucking on her nipples. He opened his mouth wide, covered the nipple of one breast and reached to fondle the other in his hand.
"Oh yes. Oh yes. That feels so good," Marty said in a husky whisper. "I love that. Suck 'em hard."
Graham kept on eye on Marty's hands. He wanted to watch as she fingered herself to orgasm.
He saw the two fingers of her left hand holding the cunt lips parted and the fingers of her right hand plunging in and out. He saw that she used her thumb to rub her clit and he understood that she was trying to reach both the G-spot and the clit at the same time.
To help, Graham placed his hand on Marty and slipped his finger through hers. He reached in, back and up to touch the horny tissue known only recently as the Graffenberg Spot. As soon as his broad finger tip began to stroke the area Marty began to thump her body up and down.
He still help her nipple in his mouth, sending heat waves all trough her chest. Marty worked on the clit and left the hot G-spot to Graham. She was filled, almost to overflowing, with the incredible sensations of two hands laboring on her pussy.
It happened fast for Marty. She was thinking about how Graham's cock had felt in her mouth, how good his cum had tasted. She thought too about how good his finger felt way up inside of her and suddenly the climax was upon her.
Trembling and groaning she began to experience the phenomenal contractions of the muscles of her vagina. The spasms sent jolt after jolt rippling through her crotch, her loins, the inner parts of her thighs, and all through her body.
As Marty started to cum there was almost a wail that escaped from her throat. She cried out in utter abandon and sheer delight letting the orgasm rocket around in her guts.
When she stopped stroking her own clit, Graham stopped massaging the G-spot and they fell back onto the bed, spent, fulfilled and happy.
Much later, in the dark of the night, Marty nudged Graham and said, "Let's go into the living room. I want to talk to you."
Seated on the couch, the lights off in the front room too, they faced the view of the city.
"Graham," Marty began seriously. "I need to ask your help with something."
"Sure. You name it."
"Remember Kit, the inmate that I liked so much?"
"Yes. Of course I remember him. He's on my case load."
Marty was stunned. "On your case load? Do you mean Kit White?"
"Yeah. He was paroled about two weeks ago," Graham said. "Why? What is your interest in Kit?"
"I know that as an employee of the state it would be improper for me to have any contact with him now that he's out. However, since I no longer work for the state I want to see him. Will you arrange it for me?"
"I should say no and try to keep your attentions all for myself." Graham snuggled Marty close. "But, since it's you, I'll say yes."
"Thank you Graham. Kit is nice guy. Even though he was locked up once, I want to see him succeed. I want to see him make it."
They returned to the bedroom for another round of sex and then deep sleep for the remainder of the night. Early in the morning Marty woke Graham so he could go home to get ready for work. She made him promise that he would call her later in the morning to tell her when the meeting with Kit would take place.