The education of our heroine continues, and Isabel finds it to be punishing! Something she is very pleased with, as it helps her to further understand her sexuality. The cost though, is she realises she is falling for her next-door neighbour, hook, line and sinker. The question is what to do about the small fact that she is married.
Characters in this story are fictional, but as for the sex...hopefully that will feel real. Maybe some of the situations you have found yourselves in? If so, please let me know in the comments.
And do, read on...
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The sun shone down, radiating heat that now seemed the norm for the end of June; it was the beginning of Summer. It felt hot upon Isabel's back, as she weeded the flower bed. But it was not the heat upon her back that was foremost in her mind, but the heat elsewhere. And it was not being generated by the sun either. For as she prodded and poked, tugged and strained, on all fours, she could not stop her mind from wandering to that night in the woods, where she had been tied to the stile, and had been abused, by her stunningly attractive, next-door neighbour.
Isabel usually enjoyed having her hands deep in the soil, her body in amongst the flora; as it would set her mind at peace, being one with nature. But perhaps that was the problem, she was feeling one with nature. The rawness of it. Of rutting, of sex at its most base, of being stretched open wide, by a cock the size of which she had never seen in her meagre sexual history; let alone have it almost tearing her apart. That sweet feeling she had of being wanted, of being roughly taken. Of being displayed, so that others could see her being penetrated. It was those thoughts, that were getting Isabel hot under the collar. And her rocking backwards and forwards, in her efforts to tidy the border, were just reminders of the pounding that Paul, her neighbour had given her. A pounding that she so desperately wanted again right now.
It had been seven long weeks since he had persuaded her to dress in recently bought lingerie. Something she had never worn in her life. And to pose for him, so that he could take some photographs of her in what he called a boudoir style. She remembered her heat, as he stared at her body, taking picture after picture. No one had looked at her in that way before, but then, no one had ever asked her to dress in lingerie either. She sat back onto her lower legs and looked over her shoulder at the woods, to the back of Paul's garden, vividly recalling that it was there, that he had told her to undress, and she had complied. Showing all that might pass by, the black stockings and corset that she wore, as well as her lust. A lust that cloaked her, screamed at her for fulfilment. But she had in no way dreamed of where that lust would take her and now, she could think of nothing else.
"Izzy, stop!" She chided herself.
But she couldn't. For she could not think of a time she had felt more alive, more like a woman, more sexual and more full of lust than she felt right now, thinking of Paul and his fabulous cock; of what Paul had done to her, of how shocking and embarrassing it was, for people had walked past and witnessed her abuse, heard her cries of pleasure. It would have been as clear to them, as was her naked behind, just what was going on; as her cries of pleasure, carried far into the stillness of the night. Her lust had made her very vocal, again a first for her. And were she honest with herself, she would admit that knowing she was being watched, though embarrassing, had also been very fulfilling, driving her on to more lusting and in her eyes depravity. A place she was very willing to go to, as long as it was Paul taking her there.
She could feel Paul's thick shaft, even now, deep inside her as it pulsed vigorously, and unloaded the contents of his balls into her now, adulterous pussy. She closed her eyes and squeezed upon her vagina, pushing back as if Paul were indeed there right now, but she knew he wasn't, and she knew that she would get no satisfaction from thrusting her bum back at the vacant air behind her.
Paul had made her promise not to take another man's cock into her pussy ever again. It was a ludicrous thing to say, she was married after all. But these last seven weeks, she had kept true to that promise. How could she go back to her husband's poor excuse for a cock now, and that was when he did get it up, which was thankfully few and far between these days. No, she could not go back to servicing his needs, because, she realised, that is exactly what she had been doing.
She had now, thanks to Paul, been introduced to pleasures that only a sizable cock could bring, and that included masturbating over the thought of it, and God she was doing that in spades. Seven weeks ago, she had only functionally touched her genitals or breasts. Now she was playing with herself daily, sometimes more than that. And whilst her masturbating, seemed to calm her need, it never quenched it completely. No, she needed Paul's cock to do that, and she was becoming desperate.
Almost the day after making love to Paul, and breaking her marriage vows; to knowingly become an adulteress. He had been called away to a fashion shoot in Milan. He had sent her a few text messages and a couple of WhatsApp images of Milan, his messages promised that he would not be long, but as the weeks wore on, his messages began to diminish in number and content. The erotic woman, that Izzy had become, for the briefest of moments, was not the woman she was now, with her hands pressed palm down, in the flower beds. For Izzy had returned to type. She wore baggy jeans, and a baggy jumper, that covered a non-descript blouse. She had on a pair of old trainers. Her brown wavy hair, which seemed a little lack-lustre, was tied back in a loose bun. Her glasses, once more, detracted from and hid, what she felt was a plain face.
She had become the woman, that men walked past in the street without noticing. But she did have her private little secret. A secret that even her husband was unaware of. And that was that she did still wear the sexy underwear she had bought. The fact was, she had to because she had thrown out all of the more practical, 'granny pants' that she had previously used. But she found wearing the sexy lingerie, always made her think of Paul, and this was both a blessing and a curse.
She knew that her panties would be soaking right now, saturated with her juices. They were every day. She had taken to sucking on them as she played with her pussy. This had started as a way of keeping her cries in orgasm to a minimum. However, she quickly realised that she liked the taste of herself and that it made her come more quickly when she was sucking on her juices.
"Oh God Izzy, where is he?!" She sat back upon her haunches. "Probably screwing all of those beautiful women. And who can blame him? He must have been on a real dry spell to have turned to you for satisfaction," she said in a self-deprecating way. She felt alone in the world, unhappy, yet thoroughly aroused. A strange combination indeed. Paul had opened Pandora's box of delights, that try as she might, she could never close the lid upon again,
Tears began to track down her cheeks and dribbled into her mouth, reminding her of the slightly salty taste of her vaginal juices. She had not, other than sucking on her panties, fed herself from her pussy, since Paul had left. Suddenly, she felt very hungry. And this motivated her to do something about her sexual frustrations. Something that might just give her the satisfaction she was looking for. She remembered Paul mentioning something about the subject too. She walked into the kitchen and boiled the kettle, to make herself tea, as she opened her laptop and typed into her search engine, readying herself, to enter a world she had absolutely no experience with.
'Love to Love', was the site that she opened, and she skipped straight to the toy page. Never having seen a dildo or a vibrator, Izzy was more than a little overwhelmed by the sheer number of things. But the more she browsed, the more excited she became. Eventually, she chose a vibrator that stimulated both her vagina and her clitoris at the same time. She chose a realistic-looking dildo, that resembled Paul's cock, in girth and length. And she chose a clitoral stimulator, that appeared to suck as well as vibrate. The problem she now had was where to get them delivered. She couldn't have them sent here, in case Philip opened them. Neither could she send them to work, for the same reason. So as Paul was away, she elected to have them sent next door. She could keep an eye on his doorstep, and pick up her parcel from there.
Having sorted that, she was of a mind to go upstairs and to sort out the aching she had in her belly, and the tingling in her pussy. But Philip was upstairs, and she didn't want him to know what she was doing, she wanted to try and hold on until the toys arrived, and she could then, give herself a proper seeing to.
