Wisteria Woes

Author's Note: All characters are over the age of 18. This story is a work of fiction. please do not republish on other platforms without my express permission. Constructive criticism welcomed.

With that out of the way, i hope you enjoy!

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It just wasnt fair! She didn't deserve this! Especially when she'd gone out of her way to do this all for him! Bree Van de Kamp was furious as she sat on the hotel bed sipping on some wine.

"Ugh, this is atrocious," said the red-haired woman as she made a face.

It would have been a comical sight to see the housewife dressed in a full-length fur coat as she stewed in her anger if not for the fact that she was just rejected by her husband.

"What is it with men and their need to vocalize their most vulgar thoughts?!? Anal retention?!? Me???"

She takes a sip allowing the cheap wine to burn down her throat. "While I'll have you know that your slovenliness is distracting, Rex! Honestly, all you had to do was put that disgusting taco back in it's place and we would be having sex! But noooo. YOU had to interrupt. YOU had to-"

There was a loud slamming on her door which rouses her from her passionate speech.

"Oh bother! Who could it be?"

Bree sets her glass aside and gingerly gets off the bed. She had to stop for a second as the alcohol rushed to her head. Her hands grab onto the door and she throws it open revealing a young Asian male dressed in a hotel uniform.

"Hello? Er, how may I help you," said Bree giving him her best fake smile.

"Good eve-well, morning now. I hope you are enjoying your stay here."

She arches her eyebrow not buying his professionalism. "Yes I am. Is there a problem..."

Her eyes fall upon his name tag. "...Stan?"

His smile softens a bit as he says, "Yes, unfortunately, we have received several noise complaints coming from your room and I must ask that you please respect the fact that it is three o'clock in the morning and our guests would like to sleep."

"Hmph, do you have any idea what I've been through?!? I can do whatever I want in the privacy of my own hotel room as an American citizen. If you think that I'm going to-hmph! I demand to speak with a manager about this! Immediately!"

"Well, that's me," said Stan pointing to his name tag. "I'm the night shift manager."

Bree blinks blankly. "Y-you? But you're so young! What are you, eighteen?'

"Twenty, mam. Can I ask what is the nature of your problem? You don't have to be specific, but maybe I can help?"

"Weeeeell, since you asked. I was planning on surprising my husband today and it was going quite nicely at first then he ruined the mood by overreacting and noooow-"

"Whoa, whoa, hold on a sec," said Stan as he held up his hands. "Look, I get it. So, how about I upgrade you just for tonight? The guy who rented the penthouse suite canceled at the last minute and you can rant to your heart's content there."

"Hmmm," ponders Bree who taps her chin. She then looks at him. "What's the catch?"

He shakes his head. "No catch, mam. You get a private suite and I don't have to deal with complaints. It's a win-win for all of us."

"Huh. That...sounds lovely. Lead the way, young man!"

Stan takes them to the top of the hotel and he opens the door. "Well, here it is."

Bree takes a look at the room which was twice, maybe, three times the size of her previous lodging.

"Well, it isn't the Ritz, but it'll do."

"Heh, good to hear. Is there anything else I can do to help, mam?"

"Hmmm, well...it's really no fun drinking alone..."

Stan chuckles. "No can do, mam. I'm still on the clock."

"But how busy are you really? It's the morning after all! Besides, I need someone to vent to and no one's up."

"I mean...I'm sure Pat can handle the front desk by himself...," starts Stan.

Bree claps her hands. "Good! Then it is decided!"

Stan was sitting on the couch an hour later with his tie loosened and his uniform vest opened as he toasted Bree. They had gone through the bottle she brought and another that was complimentary with the room.

The older woman had a lot to get off her chest and he was pretty understanding because his parents had some unrealistic expectations for him comparing him to his siblings.

"-but I told them I wasn't gonna do that. I hated science and I found engineering boring. If I were to be a doctor or a lawyer, I might as well not be living. I'd already be a zombie."

Bree takes a drink. "Yet, aren't you worried? Art is quite the unstable career path. What if you end up broke or homeless?"

"Heh,", grins Stan taking a swig of the bottle. "I'd rather live poor and free than rich and shackled."

"I see...that is certainly one way to look at it..."

The woman looks down at her lap deep in thought. Stan notices that her fur coat is no longer as tight around her. In fact, the top was a bit loose, showing a bit of her pale chest. He pretends to reach forward for his phone and glimpses the tops of her breasts and the red bra.

She was an uptight woman, but from the limited glances he stole, the housewife was hiding quite the figure. It was just a shame that her husband couldn't appreciate it. He knew he wouldn't have fumbled this badly in his place, but it was above Stan's pay grade to comment.

He didn't want her to think he was just perving on her so he asks, "So, any plans for tomorrow?"

Bree sips her glass and shakes her head. "No. I haven't thought that far yet. This really threw a wrench in my plans..."

"Ah, well look at the bright side. You get to experience a penthouse suite, right? That's something you don't see every day."

"Mmm hmm."

It seemed like she wanted to be left alone so he stood up. "Well, that was fun, but it's late and I don't want to keep you up too long so I think I'll go now."

"Wait."

"Huh?"

Stam turns around and finds that she is suddenly right in front of him. A bit too close for comfort.

"Stan, I've thought about what you've said and-," says Bree as she looks down uncharacteristically unsure.

"About what?"

"About...about being free and not being shackled." Bree looks up now her green eyes resolute. "I didn't mention this, but it was my last attempt to save our marriage. After today, I am filing for divorce."

"Oh," replied Stan dumbly not knowing what to say. What could you say to such a declaration?

She then looks at his chest as her hands fiddle with his open vest.

"I was hoping you would stay a little longer," said the older woman as her voice lowered into a rather smoky whisper. Her left hand was now gliding lightly up his chest. "After all, I haven't experienced the bed yet."

Stan couldn't believe his ears. He was about to ask her to clarify, but the hot look she gave him told him all he needed to know.

"I-"

"My, it is quite toasty in here," purred Bree as she opens the fur coat showing off her lingerie-clad body underneath.

The red bra and panties complimented her fiery hair and pale skin. Stan couldn't help, but admire her slender body. She had some nice slim legs, a perfectly flat stomach with hints of toned muscle, modest perky breasts, and a beautiful smooth neck. The appetizing woman then walks to the bedroom allowing the coat to fall to the ground.

"Fuck me, " groaned Stan as he watched her pause at the doorway to look back at him. Daring him to follow.

Like a dog with its owner, he obediently walks after her removing his tie and vest. As he enters the room, Bree stops his hands.

"No, let me, dear." The housewife begins to unbutton his white shirt. "I don't know about you, but I just love to unwrap my presents enjoying every second, savoring the process until..."

She untucks his shirt and pushes it open. The woman bites her lip at the sight of his bare torso. "My, what a nice, healthy physique you have there, young man."

Stan grins. "Yeah? I've been doing some physical odds and ends work as of late."

"Well, they certainly paid off,", said Bree approvingly as her slender fingers caress his six-pack. "You have quite the...abdominal muscles. And your chest...you look like you belong in a magazine."

Stan scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "Haha, is that right? Maybe I should have you as a reference in my dating profiles."

"I certainly am impressed so far," said Bree breathlessly as her hands move up his torso to wrap around his neck. "But I think I need more information. Come here."

She pulls his face down as their lips touch. At first, the gesture was timid then Stan gave her a few pecks which roused her to kiss him. Their mouths part as they kissed, tongues writhing against each other with need.

Stan's hands brushed along her surprisingly smooth skin. For someone who was supposed to be twice his age, she kept herself nice and trim. It must have been a long time since her soon-to-be ex-husband touched her because she shivered as his fingers caressed her back.

"Ooooh, yes...your hands feel so good," moaned the woman.

Moving to her butt, Stan gently fondles it with both his hands feeling their firm resistance.

"And your body feels amazing. How are you in such great shape?"

"Housework, PTA meetings, charity drives...I like to be on my feet," smiled the Bree before kissing him again.

"Mmm, you're a real pillar of your community, aren't you?"

"Oh, I am. But right now, I'm interested in only one pillar," crooned the housewife as she grabs the front of Stan's briefs.

"Uuuuh," groaned the young man leaning his head back as her slender fingers grope his private parts. "Damn...I should be the one-"

"Shhhh. Just relax. I want this," said Bree as she kneels down dragging her hands down his muscular torso. "It's been quite some time since I've had such an impressive specimen in front of me."

She looks up at him as she licks the outline of his clothed crotch.

Stan groans again. "Your husband is an idiot for saying no to you."

"Well, I'm glad I did because I got a...suite upgrade in more ways than one," purred the woman as she pulls down his briefs.

"Oh my!"

Bree felt herself getting wet as Stan's impressive member pops out. Unlike Rex's, his was thick and veiny. It was almost life-like the way it throbbed! As her hands stroked his shaft, she couldn't help but think how good it would feel inside her!

"Oh, Bree..."

The woman frowns. "Tisk, tisk. Are you getting close already?"

"Hah! Not a chance! Just enjoying your hands," said Stan as he looks down seeing her kneeling with her pert ass upturned. Her back was subtly arched in that position showing off the feminine chords of muscle which were highlighted by the moonlight.

However, the best view was further up. Bree's lips pursed in arousal as her green eyes observed him all while she pleasure him with her hands.

"Mmm, nice and erect. I think I want to give it a little taste," said Bree as she takes him in her mouth causing the younger man to moan.

"Oh, shit. Your mouth feels so good!"

The woman hums with approval as she uses her tongue to pleasure his cock head. Her right hand slides across his hip to caress his behind.

"Oh, yeah, Bree!"

She redoubled her efforts as she felt his shaft twitch. Her left hand fondles his ballsack and tries to take him deeper. Bree was normally not a fan of giving oral sex because her partners usually blew their load prematurely. However, Stan's endurance gave her the confidence to be more bold.

"Bree, I'm gonna-!"

Instead of pulling back, she takes even more of him in her throat.

"Dammit, I can't hold it any longer!"

Stan throws his head back groaning loudly as he explodes in her mouth. Bree had to pull out because of the volume of semen and she closed her eyes as some of it splattered on her chest and face. She swallowed his discharge and was pleasantly surprised that it was sweeter than she expected.

"Uh...that was amazing," sighed Stan as he basked in his orgasmic glow.

"Mmm, I am glad you approve. As much as I enjoy the taste of your essence, I cannot see at the moment."

This stirs Stan out of his trance. "Oh, sorry! Let me get you some tissues."

Bree was leaning towards the vanity as she cleaned her face and chest. Yet, her younger partner couldn't keep his hands off of her. She feels him stand behind her running his hands up the sides of her body.

"Down, boy. At least give me some time to catch my breath."

"Don't worry, I won't be too handsy, but can you blame me? You look very good right now," said Stan as his hands tease the edge of her lacy red bra.

"Is that right? You're just saying that because I fellated you," teased the woman.

His hands are now gently cupping her B-cup breasts. "Weeeell, maybe, but I do plan on returning the favor."

"Is that right? And how are you planning to do that?"

"Hmmm, I don't know," whispered Stan as his right hand glides down her flat stomach. "Maybe I can push a few buttons and flick some switches..."

"Mmmm, so far all I'm hearing is a lot of talk."

"Hehe, noted."

Stan sees this as permission to play with her breast while his other hand slips under her panties. Bree gasps as she feels his index finger enter her.

She looks in the mirror to see Stan's shadow figure with his arms around her. He was surprisingly subtle with his ministrations and she was sighing contently as he touched all the right places.

"Haha, you're pretty bad, aren't you, Bree? I wasn't expecting you to be so wet!"

Bree takes a deep breath then exhales as he pushes his middle finger into her pussy. "I...I am just naturally aroused is all..."

"Hehe, you certainly are. I've never had someone so eager to suck my dick like that."

The housewife bites her lip to hold back a moan as Stan moves his fingers inside of her. "You...there is no need to be so...so vulgar."

He grins as he feels her arching her back a little as she leans against him. "Oh, I don't know...the way your body's reacting makes me think you like being dirty."

"Nooo," replied Bree as she tried to hide her moan.

"Oh, I think you do, Bree. You like being the bad girl, don't you," whispered Stan as he begins kissing her smooth neck. "I think you enjoy the idea of bending the rules a bit. Sleeping with another man who's not your husband."

"Uuh!"

"Being intimate with a stranger you just met," said Stan as his lips graze her jaw line

"Hah..."

Her reaches her ears and whispers, "A stranger who's half your age and can fuck you...all...night...long..."

"Yes!"

Bree feels her body tense up as her orgasm rips through her. The older woman's mouth is open, but no sound comes out as she rides her climax. After a few moments, she let's out a ragged moan as she slumps against Stan panting.

"That's a good girl...I knew you'd like it," cooed Stan as he holds her in his arms.

Bree relished the feeling of satisfaction as the tension left her body. As much as she wanted to remain there in his embrace, she had a greater need. The older woman turns around and kisses him passionately.

Her right hand snakes down to his lower body and she finds that he is erect once more. Not to be outdone, Stan unclasps her bra. She pulls back enough to throw the bra to the side.

"Get on the bed, now," commands Bree as she gives him a soft push onto the bed.

"Hehe, it seems like you're not giving me a chance," replied Stan as he props himself up by his elbows looking at her expectedly. The ball was in her court now.

She crawls on the bed taking her time as her hands run up his legs. Bree couldn't help, but stop to give his cock a few sucks.

"Uhh, that never gets old," gasps Stan.

"Mmm, nice and hard. As much as I enjoyed your performance earlier," starts Bree as she now hovers over him. "I'm very eager for the main event."

"As am I," replied Stan licking his lips in anticipation as he places his hands on her hips.

She takes a deep breath as she prepares herself. There was no going back from this. Was she ready to take the plunge? Her eyes open to see the young man below her. He gives her an encouraging smile and she knew it was the right decision.

"Ooooooh," moans Bree as she descends upon his pole.

Stan sighs as he closes his eyes. There was nothing like the feeling of a tight, warm pussy. He feels her place her hands on his chest as she pushes down further.

"Uuuuuh, you're so snug! I can feel every inch of you!"

"Hah...yeah, me...too! You alright?"

"Mmm, I am. Just give me time..."

Once Bree was settled she grins and begins to move. The bed creaks as she increases her pace by rolling her hips as she straightens her back.

"Oh, yes! Yes!"

Stan grunts as he enjoys the view. As the older woman huffed and groaned, he enjoyed the sight of her pale body undulating above him. Her eyes were shut as her lips were parted. Judging from her reaction, she was in another world. As much as he wanted to play with the bouncing breasts in front of him, he didn't want to interrupt her little trance.

"Aaaaahhhh!"

Bree moans and arches her back as she cums. Stan inhales to control himself as she shivers on his cock. Luckily, he was paying enough attention to catch her as she slumps forward.

"Whoa, there! Haha, you alright?"

She gives a half-hearted hum as she rests her head on his chest. He strokes her red hair and back as she tries to catch her breath. After about ten minutes, he stirs.

"Mind if I take over?"

"Mmm, you sure you can-oh," exclaims Bree as she feels his cock twitch inside her. "My, my! I am impressed you remained stiff for so long."

"Oh, it's easy when I have such a good view of your delectable derriere," teased Stan as he rubs his right hand over her bottom. "Brace yourself. I'm taking control."

She shivers as he grabs her two ass cheeks and lifts his hips off the bed. Stan holds her up in place then he begins to piston in and out of her.

"Uh! Ah! Oh!"

Bree was not expecting this and she held onto his shoulders as he pounded her from below. She could practically feel his athleticism and it was thrilling to know that her partner was eager to please her. A feeling that she had not experienced in a very long time.

"Ugh, Bree...I'm close," warns Stan as he grunts.

"Me...me too," breaths Bree. "It's ok. It's...safe today."

That was all Stan needed to hear as he wildly bucks his hips.

"Oh! Oh! Oh my-"

He slams his pelvis into her as he moans, "Guuuuuuhhh!"

Bree gasps as her climax hits while feeling Stan's thick semen shoot into the recesses of her womb. She lets out a moan of contentment at being filled to the brim.

Stan collapses on the bed panting, yet he couldn't help but quip, "How...was that?"

"Hah...amazing...I feel...so full..."

"Haha, glad...glad to hear."

At some point, he falls asleep which he didn't realize until he woke up. It was still night time and he looks down to see Bree between his legs. She looks up as she briefly stops sucking his cock.

"Ah, sorry you wake you up. I just happen to spot your...erection and I could not help myself."

Stan grins. Gone was the prude veneer and in front of him was a woman who knows what she wants.

"Well, don't stop on my account. I don't mind waking up like this."

"Mmm," said Bree stroking his cock. "Do you have one more in you? I was hoping to try one more position. My husband could never last long enough for me to enjoy it so I am curious..."

"Hah! Of course! What's the point of being youthful if you can't capitalize on it?"

"Good. Exactly what I want to hear," said Bree as she smiles and turns around presenting her behind to him.

"Ah, doggy, huh? I'm happy to oblige!"

Stan gets up on his knees and lines up behind her. "Ready?"

"Mmm hmmm."

"Alright, here goes."

Bree moans loudly as he enters her. "Oh, my...it feels so much...more...erm potent in this position."

"Uhhh, yeah. You can say that again! You're as tight as a vice!"

"Uh! What...do you...take...me for...a loose...woman?"