The following is a sexy short story inspired by a few stories I heard on Reddit from people about some of their random hookups. Enjoy!
Marianne Mason had been a good, upstanding woman for her entire youth. Being the oldest of five children in a prominent family, she set a high bar for her family and her community. That was what had been expected of her. In her small tight-knit community, her family held significant status.
Her father was a prominent businessman who was heavily involved in the local church.
Her mother was a teacher who also taught Sunday school.
Her aunt and uncle were very active in state politics, having managed multiple campaigns for some prominent conservative candidates.
This was Marianne’s world. And she was a byproduct of that world. She genuinely that that world was good, genuine, and honest. When her father said they lived by the morals she preached, she believed them.
Then, she learned the ugly truth. That was why she found herself in a crowded bar in a city 200 miles from her hometown at two in the morning.
“A true den of sin,” Marianne said upon entering. “It looks so…inviting.”
Her words would’ve horrified her just a few months ago. That was when she was still living in that world of lies, playing the part she’d been expected to play.
She had just graduated high school at the top of her class. She had just had a fairy tale wedding with Malcolm Grant, the son of a prominent church leader and aspiring conservative politician. Her parents basically set them up to be married in middle school. And she went along with it.
She didn’t know at the time that this was largely a power move by her father, hoping to establish a strong connection between her family and the Grants.
She didn’t know that her mother manipulated her principal at school to ensure they had classes together.
She also didn’t know that Malcolm Grant just happened to be a sex-crazed pervert who wanted to bed every woman he found marginally attractive.
“How could I have been that stupid?” Marianne asked herself.
That question had been echoing in her mind almost every day since she found out. Fittingly enough, it had been an accident. She had been planning her and Malcolm’s honeymoon with her mother. She had been using her own computer for the whole process. It just happened to look exactly like her mother’s, which she worked on constantly.
But one fateful morning, while sitting in the kitchen of her parents’ home, she accidentally opened her mother’s computer instead of hers. Whether by accident or negligence, her mother hadn’t locked it, nor had she minimized her browser.
That was when Marianne uncovered along string of email chains going back years. They included detailed conversations about what had been going on behind the scenes since she was in middle school and possibly before that. They all documented a level of deviance, hypocrisy, and lies that made her sick.
For one, her mother had been having multiple affairs – and with both men and women, no less. She was bisexual, despite being a prominent member of an anti-LGBTQ+ parents group.
Her father was just as unfaithful. He had no fewer than three memberships to prominent dating sites. And he had been sleeping with multiple women, including a few other married women within the community. There were even graphic photos of him and some of the women, revealing that her mother clearly knew. And she clearly didn’t care.
It quickly became clear that her parents marriage was not built on love, faith, and devotion. It was just a business arrangement. That alone was heartbreaking. It was what she learned about the rest of her community that made her sick.
“Preach high morals by day…live immoral lives every night,” Marianne said as she navigated the crowded bar. “Hypocrisy at its finest!”
The vitriol in her words did not do justice to her disgust. It was hard for any words to match her revulsion to the rest of what she discovered.
It included detailed records of how they’d covered up her finace’s decadence, which included sleeping with underaged girls and multiple charges of date rape that they somehow got thrown out. Suddenly, all those past moments when Malcolm attempted to kiss her and feel up her skirt made a lot more sense.
It convinced her that her promise to remain a virgin until her wedding night had been a stupid promise from the beginning. It also convinced her to file for divorce that same day. But if that weren’t bad enough, another series of emails and pictures showed how the rest of her community lived the values they preached.
By the time Marianne went through the whole thing, she realized just how many lies she had bought into. Hell, she had a hard time finding just one family in their community that didn’t have some sort of secret sex scandal, drug problem, or dark secret. She felt like a true fool for buying into the lies. That led her to make what felt like the first honest decisions she’d ever made.
She packed her bags and left Malcolm with little notice. She quit her summer job at the church and withdrew her application from the prominent private school she’d planned to attend in the fall. She also left a scathing note for her parents, along with a warning about password protecting their computer. Then, after making copies of certain files, she left town for the nearest city.
She still planned to file for divorce. She also planned to expose her family and her community for the hypocrites they were. But first, she was going to do something that would forever sever ties with the lies she’d bought into.
“Tonight, I’m going to get laid,” Marianne said to herself in the mirror less than an hour ago. “Tonight, I’m going to hookup with a guy. We’re going to have lewd, immoral sex. And I’m going to enjoy it!”
She sounded like a completely different woman when those words left her mouth. She looked like a different woman too, having dressed in the skimpiest, sluttiest attire she could find on sale at a local store. This was the kind of immodest attire she used to protest against in high school. She would flat out scold women who even thought about wearing such clothes.
Now, here she was, strutting through a crowded bar, showing off her legs, cleavage, and mid-drift like a common harlot. Nobody ever would’ve suspected that she was once the soft-spoken, upstanding daughter of a prominent family who had only ever had sex with her husband after their wedding.
But nobody needed to know those details. Marianne wanted every man in this bar to think she was just another skank looking to spread her legs for any guy interested in a hook-up. Naturally, it didn’t take long for some young guy with long greasy hair, a dirty shirt from a local college, and over-worn jeans to hit on her.
“Hey there, sexy!” he’d greeted her. “Why haven’t I seen you here before? And when can I see you somewhere else more private?”
It was not the smoothest pick-up line a man could’ve used. The man clearly showed his age. He couldn’t have been more than a few years out of high school. No man over the age of 27 was that immature when greeting a woman.
Most woman might have rolled their eyes and told him off. Instead, Marianne locked in on him and decided that this was the man she would hook up with tonight.
“How about this?” she replied. “You buy me one drink. Then, we go to my motel room across the street. That private enough for you?”
The guy’s face lit up like he’d just won the lottery. Chances are he’d tried lines like that before and hadn’t had much success. Being young and horny, he hadn’t refined his approach. But that didn’t matter to Marianne. Being young and horny was enough.
He agreed to buy her a drink. But before they started chatting, she made one thing clear.
“Don’t tell me your name. I don’t want to know your name. And I don’t want you to know mine. Follow that rule and your dick will thank you.”
Again, the man’s face lit up. He truly was at a loss. But thankfully, he didn’t second-guess it. He just grinned like a goofy guy bent on listening to his dick and went along. Before she knew it, their drinks were done and they were off to her motel room.
“I’m really doing this,” Marianne said under her breath. “I’m about sleep with a man I just met…whose name I don’t know…and I don’t even want to know.”
It was so wrong, immoral, seedy, and crude. But that was exactly what made it so exciting. Marianne had been told all her life to avoid this kind of behavior. She’d even shamed and shunned others who did it. Now, she was entering a motel room with an unnamed man, flirtatiously clinging to his arm and pawing at his chest. And he was blatantly feeling up her skirt to crudely fondle her butt. She used to scold Malcolm for it. This time, she gladly let him do it.
Months ago, this sort of thing would’ve disgusted her. Now, it was actually turning her on. That was unexpected. She even felt it between her thighs, a strong heat building up within her loins. She didn’t remember being this horny on her wedding night. Then again, that had been a formality. She just did what she thought a bride was supposed to do – not what she wanted to do.
That convinced her that this was going to be different.
“Don’t talk. Don’t overthink. Just fuck me!” she said to the man. “Fuck me like the horny slut I am!”
Again, Marianne couldn’t believe she’d said such crude words. And yet, they felt so right. Hearing it in her own voice even turned her on a bit more. And the man certainly didn’t complain.
“Well, if that’s what you want…” the man said before trailing off.
The man kept grinning like a horny idiot as they shed their clothes. They were not gentle, romantic, or affectionate. One minute, they were just pawing each other’s bodies like hungry animals in heat. The next, they were completely naked – his hands all over her breasts, butt, and thighs – and lying on the motel bed. It was a far cry from the nice, clean bed at the bed and breakfast when she lost her virginity on her wedding night. But that only encouragd Marianne to make this better.
“Do me! Do me, you horny bastard!” she said intently.
Like a reflex, the nameless man obliged. Without a hint of affection, faked or real, he got on top of her, pushed her legs apart, and aligned his pelvis with hers. And with a simple, crude thrust of his hips, he entered her – his erect, rigid penis slithering into her vagina in an act of blind lust.
In that moment, Marianne’s eyes widened with a mix of discomfort and excitement. She hadn’t had sex too many times after she got married. She hadn’t even pleasured herself, having bought into her pastor’s lessons about the sins of masturbation. But that same pastor got arrested three years ago for receiving oral sex from an underaged boy. That told her all she needed to know about such lessons.
By casting them aside, the act already felt different. Whereas her nervousness caused discomfort during her wedding night, the initial sensations of penetration quickly gave way to a new pleasure.
“That…feels good. It feels…really good,” she said under her breath.
The feeling evolved quickly as their naked bodies started moving. Her nameless hook-up didn’t bother with finesse or technique. He just started humping and thrusting, using her for blind lust as much as she was using him.
“Damn!” the man grunted on. “You’re so hot and tight!”
If only he knew that this was her first time being so reckless with sex, freely and openly embracing her lust.
If only he knew he was only the second man she’d ever slept with, the first being a liar and a fraud who only went through the motions when it came to pleasing his wife.
That was still Marianne’s secret to keep. And as the sex unfolded, the true breadth of this new feeling took hold. Once she let go of any notion of propriety and traditional morals, it didn’t just feel good. It felt exhilerating.
“Yes! Ohhh yes! That’s it! That’s what I want” Marianne proclaimed with such glee.
What unfolded next was an overdue venting of lust, desire, and pent-up frustration. She wrapped her legs around his waist, raked her nails down his back, and licked around his ear as they humped, grinded, and undulated to every bit of exertion. The man winced a few times, but did not complain. He even seemed to like having his earlobe nibbled. That proved quite effective at motivating him.
As their sex played out, their movements got more chaotic. Unlike her wedding night, Marianne didn’t restrict herself to the missionary position – the only position deemed proper for sex by her community. They rolled around on the bed, ruffling the sheets and going at it in a variety of ways. She quickly discovered she liked being on all fours while being fucked from behind. The feeling of her breasts swaying while his balls slapped against her pelvis – that just did something to her that made her squeal in delight.
She also enjoyed being on top. She enjoyed riding a man’s cock, making her breasts bounce while he looked up at her in awe. It was goofy, immature awe. But Marianne still appreciated it, offering a flirty smile that got him thrusting a bit harder along the way.
Along the way, the sensations and feeling escalated. Small shivers of pleasure built up inside her, like ripples reinforcing one another with each sensual motion. She had felt this too on her wedding night, but only to a point. By the time she was on top, she had long since passed that point behind.
The end result was a powerful, hot, and incredibly satisfying orgasm. And that pleasure – that rush of heat that washed over her, causing her to close her eyes and cry out in delight – was a revelation.
“This is it…a real orgasm. This is how sex…good, satisfying sex…is supposed to feel. This…is what they tried to deny me.”
That profound feeling gave more weight to this random hookup than Marianne ever could’ve imagined. She wished she could’ve seen the look on her face – her O-Face, as it was called. She probably looked ridiculous, as though she had just discovered the joy of orgasms by accident. Perhaps that was fitting. It seemed oddly poetic, given what led her to this point.
Her climax left her in such a daze that she went on a sexual autopilot while the rest of the decadent act played out. Somehow, the final position ended with her on her back again, her legs hitched over the man’s shoulders while he thrust into her with extra fervor to get himself to the brink.
“Getting…real…close!” he grunted, his face tensing in anticipation.
When he reached his peak, it was somewhat chaotic. Just before he climaxed, he withdrew his cock from her vagina and aimed his throbbing member at her chest. Then, with a deep, satisfied grunt, he released his seminal fluid all over her breasts.
Marianne was a bit surprised at first and not just because pulling out was another one of those acts her pastor deemed immoral. The man shot out an impressive volume of fluid – thin ropes of cum splattering over her breasts, some of which reached her face. It was neither romantic nor intimate, but the sheer joy on the man’ face made it satisfying. She must have been possessed by some new spirit of debauchery because she ended up licking some of the fluid up with her tongue.
“Mmm…salty,” she found herself saying.
A strange sense of calm and contentment came over them afterward. The man whose name she refused to know let out a satisfied sigh and collapsed on the bed next to her. He didn’t even attempt to cuddle or embrace her. He saw her as just a meaningless fling and so did she. And as Marianne lay next to him – naked, disheveled, and reeking of sex – a new perspective came over her.
“No more lies. No more hypocrisy. No more fake morals, unnecessary restraint, and false piety. I had a meaningless hook-up and liked it. I had sex and enjoyed it. Moving forward, I build my own life. And I’ll make damn sure it’s satisfying!”
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