Forsake Your Vows update

They needed somewhere private, so they ended up in the bathroom of Eddie’s house. They couldn’t do it where she lived with Peter and going to a no-tell motel was right out and stripping in the living room or, God forbid, the bedroom was just… no.

Taking off her clothes next to the shower at least made Mary Jane feel like she was just going to wash up. She pretended Eddie wasn’t even there and thankfully he didn’t make a nuisance of himself. He was quiet, unobtrusive, soaking up her pale skin as she took off one thing after another for him.

Mary Jane treated it like an acting exercise. She wasn’t performing for Eddie, she was performing for herself. She relegated Eddie to the audience and made her scene partner the reflection in the mirror.

All she was doing, to herself, with herself, was looking at her own naked body in utter privacy. Investigating for herself the sweet mysteries that made men, all men, desire her so much. That made Peter groan and twitch with passion from the moment he saw her unveiled skin until he went off and flooded her thirsty sex with his potency.

Mary Jane plucked the cups of her bra off her breasts, revealing the teacup swells of her areola and her thick nipples. She brushed her fingertips along the pink rings, watching her little nubbins bulge, become hot, tingling.

She let the bra fall and fisted her breasts, squeezing them, closing her eyes and thinking about how Peter used to suck them. He’d treated her rotten sometimes, stood her up on dates, ditched her the morning after having sex, but when he was there, he kissed and licked every bit of her body, from the tips of her toes to the ends of her hair.

Eddie looked at her like he wanted the same thing. Mary Jane tried to ignore him. She returned to the mirror. Her pink lips were open, teeth glinting with each deep, shuddering breath. She looked like she wanted something too.

MJ looked down at her swollen breasts and pulled on her nipples. Then she dropped her hands to her panties, rolling them down slowly over her pubic hair, a fluffy pelt that expanded a little once it was out from under the hip-hugging fabric. She’d managed it recently, but it was still quite a fine mane. Thick, silky curls hid her plump mound and lips, even concealing her clit, as if giving Peter an excuse not to find it.

To the soundtrack of Eddie’s rasping breath, she took a hand mirror and stood with it in front of the mirror over the tap. She knew she was lucky to have such a sexy body still. At thirty-eight years old, her flesh remained taut and ripe and smooth.

Her firm, high buttocks were two glowing moons below the gentle sweep of her long, creamy back. Her upturned breasts were silken globes thrusting out above a velvet expanse of flatly toned midriff. Her nipples, especially when erect, were large and inviting, begging to be sucked or teased by finger, with a deep rose color that set off Mary Jane’s slight, satin tan.

Mary Jane stood before the mirror, turning this way and that, trying not to think about the fact that Eddie was seeing exactly what she saw. She wasn’t burying the thought to avoid it disgusting her. Rather, it came with a brand of excitement that Mary Jane didn’t want to allow herself. The tingly shameful feeling that she was doing something not wrong, but naughty. Something she would’ve done in her party girl days, that she’d given up when she married Peter and had a child. She’d put that all behind her. So what was it Eddie was seeing?

He was seeing the full, perky curvature of her taut ass, that’s what he was seeing. And it was astonishing, enthralling. Her firm round breasts were the same way, just the right size, with nipples swollen and succulent. Mary Jane ran a hand lightly down the soft skin of her belly, teasing a finger playfully at the exquisite cup of her belly button.

Then she planted her feet far apart, bending her knees slightly. The other side of the hand mirror showed a magnified reflection and she brought this side between her open thighs. Entranced, she stared down at the enlarged pink opening of her own sex.

The lips of her pussy were wet and swollen, but they hadn’t yet blossomed. They showed only hints of the fiery red tightness inside her. The small, heavenly secret of her clitoris was still hidden inside its pinkish hood.

Mary Jane slid the forefinger of her free hand slowly into her slit, opening it further, making her labia more engorged even as she watched. She pushed her finger all the way into that sensitive warmth—only stopping when there was no more of her finger to give herself. Her knees trembled involuntarily. She turned her finger. Then, with her thumb, she rubbed at her clit until it came free of its hiding place, its pleasures racing with a pulse all their own.

“Ohhhh!” she gasped. It felt incredible. Far better than any delight Peter had gifted her with lately. She was doing it for herself, greedily lavishing love on her own body, not for the sake of Peter or her family. And she could see it, she saw what she was doing to herself that felt so divine.

The magnification made her womanhood as huge as it felt, pink and gleaming, her fingers equally big as they played their way into it. Mary Jane shut her eyes, unable to take the intoxicating sight. She whimpered softly, then opened them again and went back to the spectacle like an addict.

Her pussy flowed with wetness, opening readily to the two fingers she now offered it. Her other hand shook badly, breath panting in and out of her, so she could hardly stay still or hold the mirror where she wanted it.

She set it down on the floor and squatted over it, hardly caring for the obscene picture she made. Mary Jane plied into her juicy cunt with both hands now, shuddering uncontrollably as the sensations from one hand warred with those born from the other. In the sink mirror she could see only her uppermost body: her eyes were glazed over, her tits heaving like her breath was an ocean tide, bobbing them up and down.

Oh God, I think I’m going to do it, she thought to herself. I’m really going to come, right here, right now, for no reason at all!

“Ahhh! Anngh!” She wasn’t making those sounds, but they came from her throat.

Her entire body flushed and seemed to melt. Mary Jane was so involved with her impending orgasm that she didn’t even remember Eddie was in the room. It was only when she glanced aside and saw his boots on the ground that she realized there was someone else sharing in her arousal.

Mary Jane was shocked out of the burning sexuality that had gripped her. She shot up, gasping, covering herself with her hands. Eddie stood there, still only watching, but breathing hard, a massive bulge in his pants.

“Oh shit!” MJ cried out. “Shit, I—I didn’t mean to do that—I wasn’t thinking, I didn’t want—goddamn it!”

Quickly she threw her clothes back on, not bothering with her undergarments, just covering herself with her pants and top. Gritting her teeth, her eyes clouding with tears at her own stupidity, she pushed past Eddie to get out of the room. She was so angry with herself she didn’t even hear Eddie calling after her.