This is the first chapter of at least 5 more to come. I'll slowly add them, but I want to get feedback for the earlier chapters to improve the later ones.
It starts relatively vanilla, as you can see, but it will get much more action-filled and filthy as the story rolls on. I'm always very interested in creating personalities for the characters, and a dynamic power play between them. I'm grateful for any constructive criticism!
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Kathy Adams stood in front of her dressing mirror in her yoga gear, sweaty and panting. The image made her content: She was always proud of her pert nose and nicely shaped pink lips with a deep cupid's bow. The brunette had a way to look at people with her deep brown eyes that gave a pleasant and kind impression. And since Jackob and Liz left for college, she suddenly had much more time to focus on her fitness enthusiasm. The gym workouts, yoga sessions, and healthy diet transformed her from an average suburban mom of two into a remarkably fit woman.
She caught her breath in a couple of minutes and stripped naked, leaving her clothes on the ground. Admiring her attractive body in the mirror, she started to slowly slide her hands down along her shapely thighs, framing a pink, hairless pussy.
"Fuckable. A sexy MILF." she said out loud, giggling. She knew she wasn't the hottest in her friend group, but she wasn't the least hot either. Kathy enjoyed the "new Kathy": Aged 47 but turning male heads of all ages and types. Unfortunately, her good mood didn't last very long. Into her elation, a feeling of unease started to mix in. When she was busy doing sports or meeting friends, she was always sunny and cheerful. But as soon as she was left to herself without any task to do, a dark cloud descended on her mind. She knew this feeling well just as much as she hated it: Her heart started to race, and her mind got filled with an awkward combination of guilt, shame, and excitement. Like a druggie right before his next fix. Her brain switched into autopilot:
She went over to the living room and lay back on the sofa facing the TV. She shared her laptop on the large screen and typed in her favorite website while lying back with her legs thrown apart. She started rubbing her pink pussy, which was now glistening wet from her arousal. As far as she knew, the sofa was not visible from the street. Still, anyway, she felt exhilaration about the unlikely possibility that a passing man might peek in and get turned on from seeing her in this position.
She started with vanilla sex, decent middle-class, bored-housewife kind of scenes, the ones she thought were acceptable to watch for a middle-aged married woman. But soon, her searches started to stray away, as she was typing blazing fast with practiced efficiency: "young cocks", "double penetration," "MILF gangbang", "cuckold facials." She was not thinking anymore; the moment sucked her in. She reached down into the back of a bottom drawer of a nearby cabinet. She pulled out an astoundingly large electric dildo. She got it at her bachelorette party from her girlfriends, as a joke rather than something for actual use. Her fingers could barely reach around it. And as far as David, her husband, knew, it's never been used: Kathy worried he would feel threatened if they included this enormous toy into their sex lives. What David didn't know was that lately, his wife, in fact, used it almost every single day.
The large screen was flashing with scenes she so desperately wanted to hide from the world, and especially her addiction to them: "monster cocks", "cum dumpster," "bukkake." She inserted the massive dildo into her pussy. She finally felt the combination of pain and relief as her pussy stretched out, emulating the feeling of a real extra thick cock fucking her. She stimulated herself for a good 10 minutes while the girl on the screen was eagerly receiving another massive cumshot into her mouth from the last of the 20 porn studs working on her. At this moment, Kathy felt a tremendous orgasm. It was four full minutes until her convulsions fully subsided. She only hoped that her screams were not loud enough to alarm the neighbors.
As soon as her ecstasy was over, however, her heart started to become heavy again with bad feelings. She loved David as much as ever, but she just couldn't shrug off her addiction with these scenes. Tears started to well up in her eyes. She felt she must talk to someone about this. But how could she talk about this to anyone???
She picked up her phone and scrolled through her contact list. She sat thinking for a couple of minutes, then selected "Vicky" from her contacts. Vicky was her best friend, and also the wildest of all of her friends. Vicky was the only person on earth with whom Kathy could possibly discuss something like this.
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Kathy stepped into the cafe. The ambiance was airy and relaxing, and Vicky already sat at a table at the window. The blonde, slim girl had a beautiful face, and she was visibly aware of that fact. Vicky was the same age as Kathy, but most people would have guessed at least fifteen less. She was wearing a short, backless white summer dress.
