Though she was a happily married woman and stepmother, Megan was still very much the slutty, depraved nymphomaniac Brian had fallen in love with who needed to be sexually satisfied on a constant basis, and though she managed to rein in her needs (albeit barely) with a 10-year-old living in the same house, she found herself going to increasingly desperate lengths to get off. It escalated from simply masturbating in the shower, fist in her mouth to muffle her moans, to sneaking out in the middle of the night wearing a trenchcoat, a wide-brimmed hat, and a domino mask she'd taken as a souvenir from attending a swinger party. She had been completely nude underneath, and as she came across the small group of homeless men that she knew occupied the nearby park after dark, she pulled open her coat to flash the stunned vagrants while begging them to fuck her burning cunt and hungry asshole.
She'd almost been caught that time, as a police car had pulled up to the entrance to the park, the cops intending to disperse the vagrants inside. Megan had heard the squawk of the siren just as two of the bums finished spewing their greasy sperm up her twat and ass in a rough double penetration and a third sprayed his hot load across her face and tongue. Having already achieved two orgasms and busily working on a third, she had been forced to quickly disentangle herself from the group, throwing out a quick apology to the remaining vagrants who hadn't yet had their turn with her, and flee into the night, leaving the cops to find the group of homeless men with their pants around their ankles, either with blue balls or spent cocks. They were all charged with indecent exposure and lewdness, and though they all told the same story to the police, it was summarily dismissed as being "unreal."
Though she'd gotten away, Megan realized that she couldn't risk another near miss at being publicly exposed as the sex-hungry bitch she was, especially with every little nasty and depraved fetish and kink she had. She still had her image and reputation to maintain, not only to the ever-watching eyes of the public, but also to the directors, producers, and executives she worked (or would ever work) with. True, many people still saw her as a sex symbol, but to know how far she'd go to get off...that could ruin her completely.
It was Brian, her sweet, loving husband, who stepped in with a solution. Brian, who was pretty much a huge pervert himself (though Megan far outstripped him), would be the one to provide for her insatiable desires. When he couldn't fuck her himself he'd take her to remote bars and clubs in the outskirts of L.A. and let her have her way with a few of the patrons there, with Brian buying off their silence afterwards. When Kassius wouldn't be home for the evening or the weekend (either at a relative's or a friend's place), Brian would bring people (both men and women) home for the couple to have some fun with.
Last night had been one of those times; with Kassius having gone to spend the night at a friend's, she and Brian had had the whole house to themselves, and Brian had rounded up a few guys to come over and screw her senseless into the wee hours of the morning. This time Brian had found them in a college bar across town: young men in their very early twenties, long-dicked and full of endless stamina and sex drives—just the way Megan liked them. Initially skeptical, the guys had been stunned to discover their Hollywood wet dream waiting for them, spread out naked on the bed and shoving a dildo deep into her cunt while deepthroating another. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, however, they got over their shock in seconds and pounced on her and within minutes Megan was being spit-roasted by a cock on either end while three more slapped against her skin and tangled themselves in her hair. The gangbang had gone on for hours, with Megan getting speared and pumped in all of her holes multiple times and screaming herself nearly hoarse from climax after climax. Brian had sat in the corner throughout all this, jerking him own sizable cock while watching his wife eagerly whore herself out to these strangers.
After the guys dumped their second loads of cum (with a couple even managing to squeeze out a third), Brian paid them each a thousand dollars each to keep quiet and showed them out while an exhausted Megan dozed, covered in sweat, with drying cum on her face and leaking slowly from her well-fucked cunt. He then took his time fucking her himself, going slower than the other guys, but still going in deep and forceful while Megan writhed in pleasure, her mind lost somewhere between sleep and waking, both sides still fixated on fucking and cumming. Brian eventually came deep in her ass, his creamy deposit of balljuice joining two others already inside, before collapsing onto the bed beside his wife in a spooning position, his softening cock still in her butt, as both of them fell asleep.
It was 10 A.M. when Megan woke up to the sounds of animalistic grunting, moaning, and the slapping of flesh against flesh. Smiling sleepily, she reached over to the nightstand and tapped "pause" on her iPod that served as her alarm before sitting up and stretching, working out the stiffness in her muscles from last night's fuckfest. Still coming to wakefulness she felt, rather than saw, that she was alone, and her asshole clenched instinctively for a moment at the loss of her husband's cock. "Brian?" she called out. There was no response.
Looking around, she spotted a note left on the nightstand beside the bed. Picking it up, she scanned it quickly. Apparently Brian had been shanghaied at the last minute to take Kassius and his friends to Disneyland for the day, and he had left early to beat the traffic. The note ended with "You're on your own for the day. Don't get into too much trouble. Love, Brian." There was also a postscript: "Left something for you. Enjoy."
Megan looked back at the nightstand and saw a used condom that had been covered up by the note. She leaned over and picked it up gingerly, careful not to spill out its contents. It was still somewhat warm, and the semen inside it hadn't yet dried out. Smiling at how thoughtful Brian was, Megan popped the used condom into her mouth, chewing it like bubblegum and tasting the sperm leaking out across her tongue and teeth.
Still chewing, Megan climbed out of bed and padded over to the private bathroom she and Brian shared. It looked like any other bathroom, except that there was a full-length mirror against one wall that gave full display to the toilet and anyone who happened to be using it or standing over it. The toilet itself was also slightly different, with a wider rim and a smaller bowl and tank, making it lower to the ground. Megan stood over it in a wide stance, using her fingers to spread her pussy lips open. After a few moments, her bladder relaxed enough and she started urinating into the toilet. Megan kept her eyes on her reflection in the mirror, feeling the familiar thrill of watching herself piss while standing. When her flow trickled off she debated wiping herself clean with her fingers, but decided against it for today, letting the last few drops leak down her inner thighs. Megan flushed the toilet and spit out the chewed-up rubber into the waste basked next to it.
Feeling like she could use a hot shower, Megan turned and headed into the shower stall on the other side of the bathroom. She turned the knobs and adjusted them to a comfortable heat, sighing in relief as the water sprayed over her. Grabbing the bar of soap, she scrubbed it across her body, working up a fine lather that made her skin feel smooth and slippery. Biting her lower lip, she edged the soap down her body until it brushed over her clit, letting out a throaty noise of delight at the arousing sensation it brought. Almost absently, she reached over to flick on the waterproof radio mounted on the wall next to her while continuing to rub the soap across her cunt, hoping to get some good music to masturbate to. The beat and synthesized sounds of Miley Cyrus' "Can't Be Tamed" was the first song to come on, and though Megan normally would have changed stations, the sultry words and atmosphere of the song seemed to match her mood at present.
Megan closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall, speeding up the soapy massage of her cunt as she listened to the song and tried to picture what Miley looked like naked. Megan had seen pictures of her in bikinis and scandalous outfits, and while she would never admit it openly, there was something about the 19-year-old that turned her on greatly. Maybe it was because she was just two years over jailbait, still putting her in the "barely legal" category in Megan's mind. Or maybe it was because Miley was trying so hard to appear as a mature woman, and thus wearing more controversial outfits on-stage and in public. Whatever it was, it sparked fantasy in Megan's mind, and she wished Miley was with her in the shower now, bending over in front of her with water cascading down her back and soaking her hair, reaching back to spread her asscheeks open and begging Megan to fuck her hard.
The bar of soap was being mashed into pulp as Megan jammed it against her clit, her heart racing as she neared her first climax of the day. "Oh fuck, Miley, you little slut. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't walk right for a week," she moaned, panting a little as she imagines driving a strap-on into Miley's wet slit and hearing the teenage pop star scream in pleasure. The thought of ravaging Miley good and hard sent Megan over the edge, and she nearly lost her balance as a hard orgasm overtook her. Managing to half-slide, half-collapse onto the shower floor, Megan's body thrashed and her hips jerked on the wet floor, her cunt spasming and letting out small spurts of juice all over her hand and the mashed bar of soap. Her cries of ecstasy echoed off the walls, and she was left gasping for breath when her climax ended.
Megan remained where she was on the shower floor, basking in her post-orgasmic bliss as the hot water continued to rain down upon her. She barely noticed the song ending, and thus almost missed what the DJ was saying. It wasn't until she heard the word "nude" that her attention was caught, and she reached up to twist the volume dial on the radio, turning it up so she could hear it over the rush of the shower.
