Shirley Michaels was sipping on her coffee. She was still in her bathrobe, after getting her husband of fifteen years off to work. She knew he was a good man, but she felt that the spark had left the marriage. She had just gone into the living room to turn on the TV, as she heard her daughter Dorothy come down the stairs and enter the room.
"Mom, I have to talk to you after school. It's really important."
"What is it Dot?" She inquired.
"Sorry mom, I'm going to be late," she stated, and headed out the door.
"Well, it can't be that important," her mother called after her.
"It is," Dorothy answered as she scrambled for the bus.
Shirley pondered for a moment, wondering what was Dorothy's mind. She wondered if she suspected that her mother was having an affair. At that thought Shirley looked at her watch. She was growing hornier by the minute and knew that her lover, Tony Danforth should be there in another half hour. Tony owned and operated a strip club at the edge of town. Shirley often teased him about auditioning for a spot herself. She would be a real crowd pleaser, having ample breasts. Even at forty-five years old, she still had a great body. A body woman half her age would die for. She was five foot six inches, one hundred thirty pounds with shoulder length brown hair, and measured a delicious 38D, 25, 36.
Shirley was watching TV for at least a half hour, and she checked her watch again. She was growing impatient and headed upstairs and entered her bedroom. She laid on the edge of her bed and opened her robe. She cupped her breast with one hand and gave it a nice squeeze. Meanwhile her other hand found the fabric of her panties and she pressed it into her slit through the cloth. She was already getting wet. She reached up and unfastened her bra, freeing her tits from there restraints. She ran her hands over her nipples, which were already stiff and protruding. She reached down once again between her thighs and rubbed her pussy though her undies. With her other hand she pulled her panties to the side and flicked her clit a few times with her index finger. She brought her finger to her mouth and moistened it with saliva. She loved the taste of her pussy, any pussy for that matter.
She inserted the moistened digit into her cunt opening and thrust it in and out a few times. It felt good, but it wasn't enough. She brought her hand to her mouth again. This time wetting her index and middle fingers. She inserted first the index finger, pulling it in and out a few times. Then her middle finger joined the first. She was bringing her ass up off the bed, meeting every thrust. She knew she was close to cumming, and a third finger joined the first two. She reached down with her other hand and vigorously worked over hit clit, while jamming her cunt full with her finger cock. She was bucking wildly; her breathing became fast and heavy. She was there.
She left out a scream and she could feel her pussy juice flooding her knuckles. She had brought herself off many times like this. It was just as good as fucking, but she could never get enough. She had to have more. She reached into her nightstand, and pulled out a nine-inch rubber cock. It was the kind that was made for a harness. A strap-on. She smeared some lubricant on it and quickly jammed it into her overheated snatch. She only inserted it in three inches at first. Quickly moving it in and out, getting used to the girth. She slowly inserted more and more until the whole thing was crammed up to the fake balls into her almost hairless twat. She fucked her pussy with the vigor of a teenager. She came several times, and then pulled the fake dick from her creamy cunt. She put it into her mouth, sucking and licking her tasty juices from it. At that moment the doorbell rang. She tossed her friend into the drawer, and closing her robe headed to answer the door. She wondered 'What the fuck took him so long?'
Dan Michaels' morning started out as any other. After the normal conversation over breakfast, he gave his wife a peck on the cheek and headed out the door. The traffic was light this particular morning, none of the usual idiots cutting him off. He arrived at his office ten minutes earlier than normal. Of course his secretary, Anna, was already there. She was always there. He knew it was overdue that he put her in for a raise. After all she had given him his share! He never touched her before, but he fantasized about her a good number of times. Dan even occasionally masturbated in his private washroom, wondering what was under those clothes of her. He always got rock hard thinking about how her buttery cunt would taste on his tongue. Today was no different.
Anna Diego was a sharp dresser, and today she looked even more delicious. Her long black hair shined as it cascaded down the middle of her back. Her mini-skirt came up to her mid thighs. Her legs looked strong and tight under her black stockings. Her breasts were pushing against her blouse, almost begging to be freed. Her large nipples were visible against the fabric of her low cut top. Dan could clearly see her cleavage and had he gotten close enough, he would have smelled her intoxicating perfume.
Dan thought it was time to use the washroom. But then he came up with a better idea. Besides, it was too early in the day. He knew that if he would whack of now that he would have to do it later in the day anyhow.
"Miss Diego," Dan called his secretary on the intercom.
"Yes, Mr. Michaels?" She answered.
