This is a new story, and a new process for me.
A new online friend and Lit member, daylilygardener, suggested this storyline, and it intrigued me...so here it is.
I hope you enjoy it, and send me some feedback when you're done, along with your votes.
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Plainfield was a typical small, rural town, out in the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by thousands of acres of farmland, and connected to the rest of the world by one four-lane strip of asphalt in each direction, it was a sleepy little town of perhaps 2000, and served maybe that many more in the area around 'downtown'. Cute houses, in neat rows, radiated out from the main crossroad. It was the town that time forgot.
Still, the residents here didn't like being considered hicks. They had a Home Depot, a McDonald's, a KFC, and there was talk of a Walmart. With a Police force of four, a volunteer fire department, and a walk in clinic, the area was well served. They even had a small, family law office, for the days things got out of hand at one of the four local pubs.
When Richard Gardner was hired, four years ago, as the town's one professional fire fighter, officially the Chief, his wife had been less than thrilled. Married for over thirty years, and city dwellers for all but the last few of it, she missed the hustle and bustle of city life, but it was a step up for her husband, and would ease her mind over his safety.
If the truth were told, however, the hustle and bustle were not what she missed most. Lilly and Richard had spent their married years together, safe in the knowledge that neither would stray behind the other's back. Of course, in front of each other was another matter entirely. Call it an open marriage, or whatever you like, Richard found that he rather liked the idea of other men partaking in his wife's charms. As long as she looked after his needs, and was honest about it, she was free to pursue physical relationships with other men, something she did with relish while in the city, where a ready supply of willing and energetic males took her up on the opportunity.
Being consigned to this rural vacuum had put a severe crimp in her social life. Since the community was pretty small, and everyone knew everyone else...or at least someone who knew someone, who knew everyone else...she had been reluctant to pursue her hobby. Reluctant, but horny as hell, and while she had cut back, she had hardly given up. There was a town, about ninety minutes away, slightly bigger and more urban, where Lilly could get her fix of cock. She made the trip about once every three months.
It wasn't because she didn't love her husband, nor because he didn't meet her physical needs. It went a little deeper than that. She just enjoyed being... Bad. Naughty. A slut. She loved putting herself out there, and being taken, made to do things that these other housewives would never do. The thought made her wet.
Lilly had taken the job at the clinic when they moved here, partially for the money, and to occupy her time. She was a fully qualified nurse, and they had taken her in immediately. There were four doctors... a father and son team, with two others...but rarely was more than one in attendance. It was a quiet, routine distraction.
So, Lilly Gardner prepared for another day of her routine. She was standing in front of her full length mirror, naked, inspecting herself, and liking what she saw. Years of biking, hiking, and running had kept her body toned, and slender, with just the right amount of curves. Now in her mid fifties, she tried not to sound conceited, but, damn! She looked good. She turned, craning her head to look at her firm ass, and smiled. Now in profile, her hands slid up her smooth belly to cup her breasts. She moaned softly, and tweaked the nipples that crowned them like little gumdrops.
She was feeling naughty today, so rather than pantyhose, she pulled a pair of stay up thigh highs from the drawer, and slid them up her lean, strong legs. A white, lacey thong followed. It had a mesh panel down the middle, so she could feel the cool air on her lips all day. She would normally wear a regular bra to work...the bra stayed home when she was really horny...but today she felt like something different. She rummaged through her lingerie drawer.
"Ah, that's the ticket," she grinned, holding the white lace garment up like a trophy. The tag on it said '36C', just like all the others, but this one had cups so brief, they only covered the lower curves of her breasts, stopping well short of concealing her nipples. Slipping into it, she fastened it behind her back, and spent a few seconds adjusting her globes and the bra, getting everything just right.
"There. If they only knew what I'm wearing under my dress," she giggled. Her brown eyes swept her reflection in the mirror, from her toes, up to her dark auburn hair, cascading over her shoulders. She picked up the white dress from the back of the chair, and stepped into it, zipping up the front. She could have worn scrubs, as so many of the nursing sorority had come to do, but where's the fun in that? The dress gave her many more options for teasing. She stepped into her shoes, a pretty but utilitarian pair of short heels. At 5' 7", she didn't really need the lift, but she liked what they did for her legs.
She picked up her purse, grabbed her keys, and headed for her car, feeling her nipples grating with each jiggling step against the inside of the dress. She'd be wet all day with this stimulation, and she'd probably rip her husband's clothes off as soon as he got home.
***
Work was...work. Boring. Routine. Scrapes and bruises, checkups for the area housewives, the occasional excitement of a minor traffic accident, or a farm injury. Today was no different. Dr. Phillips called her into his office.
"Lilly, I need your help. Next week is our party..." he began.
Oh shit... Is it that time already?
she thought.
Oh joy.
The 'party' in question, was the semi-annual get together between the medical clinic and the law office. Officially known as the 'Professional Services Mingler', she often wondered why the police weren't included.
They had their own party, one to which her husband was invited out of courtesy. THEY went into the city, and visited a strip club, something she would have joined them doing in a heartbeat. THEY had fun. She had to go to the 'party'.
Last year's event was held at the lawyer's office. The previous one was here at the clinic. She'd been to four of them, so far, and would rather have her nether regions waxed without wine, than go again. She tuned back in to his voice.
"...so I was hoping you could help me. I'm obviously not very good at planning a fun party, so I've put Olivia in charge of the food and drinks, and was hoping you'd take charge of the entertainment. I don't care what it is, just something fun."
Well, she could hardly do worse than what had passed for entertainment in the past.
"Okay, Dr. Phillips," she smiled. "I'll do it." She turned to leave the office, and felt his eyes on her rump. This was Dr. Phillips Senior. She'd much rather attract the attention of Dr. Phillips Junior. He was yummy, and made her pussy all wet just thinking about him.
***
That night, Lilly asked her husband for help.
"I said I'd look after the entertainment, but I have no idea what to do. Any suggestions? Something fun and exciting?"
"Fun and exciting?" he laughed. "How about a glory hole?"
She grinned. She knew he was kidding, but...
oh that was a fun night, wasn't it?
Back in the city, on a dare, she had done it. Just once, but the thought of it almost made her cum. Six guys, one hole in the wall, and about three gallons of cum, or so it seemed. The only disappointing part had been when she desperately needed a cock in her pussy, and couldn't get it deep enough inside her through the hole.
Hmmm.
Her sleep was filled with dreams of that night. She was absolutely insatiable when she woke, and dove under the covers to suck her husband's morning woodie. She surprised him.
"Holy shit, Lill!" he gasped, as she bobbed her head and stroked him furiously. Having satisfied her oral fixation for now, she threw the covers back, and mounted him, spearing her bald pussy in one deep stroke.
