Margaret lived at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac. Her life followed the same routine most weeks, 2 mornings helping out in the local charity shop, Wednesdays coffee and cake in town with her friends, and on a Sunday she attended the 9.30am service at Our Lady's. Nothing ever really happened, life just passed by pleasantly. However, recently things had started to change for Margaret. She had been married 31 years, and although comfortable with sex it had always been with her husband. A husband who didn't like to upset her by expecting to much in the way of, lets say unusual demands. He was attentive and they always had sex at the weekend, and he always made her cum. But as she got older her desires were growing as his were diminishing. and once a week wasn't enough. A sexual tension she had never known before had started to grow.
At 53 she had a full figure not thin nor too fat, but rounded with an ample bosom. Her large nipples still prone to sticking out through her tops if ever it was cold outside. More and more often these days she would wait for her husband to leave for work before closing her eyes and reaching down under the covers between her legs. There she would caress herself, probe and tease, imagining great sexual adventures. It never took that long, as being the abused maid to a lady or being tied up in a bank raid and molested was so exciting, not that anything like that had ever happened to her.
Margret was learning to cater to her own needs, besides her fingers in the mornings she sometimes had to supplement her appetite later in the shower or sometimes mid morning. At these times she experimented by try different rooms and changing positions.
On Tuesday she had bent over the kitchen table and spent 5 minutes working her fingers over her clitoris then plunging 2 fingers deep up herself before she spotted several courgettes on the bench top. She went and found a nice smooth thick one, not too long and washed it. Getting back onto the table she had stood with her legs parted. It was so taboo, just the tip of the green fruit had made her knees shake. What would George have said if he had discovered her? Margaret had worked it over her slit until the wetness was leaking over her thighs then had fuck herself quite ferociously with it, all the time in her mind it was the priest and she was the alter girl in the vestry. That priest had found her pussy so tight. God she had need that orgasm.
On Thursday she had sat on and armchair in the living room and placed the hall mirror in front of herself. With her skirt up above her waist and her panties removed she had placed a leg over each arm of the chair. It was a perfect view of her own pussy. Margaret had admired her neat lips, and pulling them apart to see her love hole. How it glistened and pouted. She had stroked her lips and dipped her fingers before tasting them, as she often did. In this position she could use both hands to explore her cunt. Her right hand worked a rhythm on her erect clit and her left was the imaginary cock. A cock that she had stretched her pussy then delve deep up her hole till she felt her own G-spot. This time Margaret had in her mind that she was the reward at a swingers party and the winners of the games could empty their balls in her. She imagined several lots of semen running out of her and over her ass. As she got closer to cumming she had started to use curse words, not something she had ever done with George. With George they were both quiet as mice until after the deed was done then they would sleep a little. In her real life Margaret would never swear or use rude language, but this year she had started to mutter profanities, then to say them, and now she would almost shout filthy things as she got off all alone.
One day she had been reading an article in a younger woman's magazine whilst sitting under a dryer at the salon. It talked about sex toys, toys for your pussy, toys that could stimulate a woman's anus, others could be shared between 2 women. These were all very interesting, and at the bottom was a mailing address. She had noted that it was charged discretely and articles came in a buff coloured package. She went home that same afternoon and phoned the company, Ten days later in the morning mail her box of tricks arrived. As she had ordered the 9 inch water proof rabbit it came with a random free extra, a housewife's anal trainer. It was a cone shaped anal plug with a tube of lube. She opened the contents and placed them on the coffee table in front of her. George had never even touched her bottom, could it be pleasurable she had thought to herself. Only one way to find out. She went up stairs and prepared.
Warm and relaxed she got on her bed placing both toys under her pillow. Sitting up against the headboard she opened her gown and got out a copy of an old erotic novel 'The Secret Garden' and read a few pages. She found the scene of heavy love making between a pool boy and a housewife, it wasn't the first time she'd read it. As she went over the words she monitored the arousal of her quim as it got increasingly wet. All the time she read her fingers would run up and down her labia. "Ummm ready" she thought and reached for the dildo, large and cock shaped it felt big as she nuzzled it into the opening of her pussy. Inch by inch she worked it in and out, quickening then slowing the tempo. She put the book down and raised her knees. It wasn't necessary now to read, the plot had placed the image in her mind of a young stud lifting her legs over his shoulders and leaving her open cunt vulnerable to his angry swollen member. Driving the plastic cock in deep she noted that she had never had Georges cock up so far.
"Fuck me" she blurted out. She was hot now. and it was sliding in so easily, her juices running out all over her anus. She left the rabbit vibrating away deep inside her and got the anal trainer out. She smeared the lube over it and lifted her knees to her chest. Reaching round she continued to ram the pool boys cock up. At the same time see wanted him to explore her anus. She probed her sphincter until it started to accept the plug. She wanted the pool boy to force her virgin ass and so she rammed the plug up suddenly. God what a pain, god she felt so wicked, "yes more", she wanted a pool boys cock up her ass so badly. It was too much as she fucked both holes she whined out an orgasm, moaning and cursing. Both her anus and cunt in spasm. She held them in place as wave after wave of pleasure broke over her. Why had she never had George fuck her tight ass?
That was 2 weeks ago, both toys had become part of her daily routine, all she had to do was hide them from George. Her games had started to consume her. Margaret was becoming more vocal and bold. She needed more than the toys, she wanted something hot, something that tasted and something that come shoot white cream.
The idea came to her one day when from her bedroom she could look down into a neighbours living room. There a young man sitting in front a computer. She couldn't make out what was on the screen but she could see him unfasten his belt and flies, and pull out a fat cock. She took a position behind the curtains and watched as he beat it with his right hand while typing with his left. Within a few minutes he pushed the swivel seat back, took a grip of his balls in his left hand and proceeded to pump his rod until it began to shoot semen over the desktop. There seemed to be a cup full of it. Margaret stood there open mouthed, without even noticing her hand had located itself up her skirt and into her panties. She stayed a minute longer while he stood up with his cock end dripping and while he wiped the desk with tissues. He then sat back down and continued to type. Margaret couldn't wait, she turned and knelt at the bottom of her bed and there and then finished off what the young man had started. All that white heady cum, she needed it.
