After her experience with the tow truck driver, a mature woman continues to reveal herself.
It's been a fast few months since Allen and his buddy took turns using my body for their pleasure. I often find myself thinking about what I let them both do to me in that hotel room. And even as I can feel my pussy start to ache remembering the things I enjoyed most, I can't help but be of two minds over the whole event. There's a certain amount of shame and regret for allowing it to happen, I'm a married woman, after all. But undeniably, I find myself wanting to repeat my sluty little adventure with them again.
I also think about the shop guys who I let pull a train on me the following morning, but that doesn't ring as troublesome somehow. I was their craven slut, and deep down, where I'll never admit it, I liked the feeling of helplessness, knowing I couldn't stop them once they started in on me. The rush of adrenaline I felt as I struggled to break free of them as they held me down and humped in and out of me, grunting like beasts, was narcotic.
For them, it was a bit of lustful debauchery. For me, it was nothing less than traumatizing, but in a pleasureful and revelatory way. As I drove home with a sore cum filled pussy and soaked panties, I realized I wasn't the woman I thought I was. As I drew closer by the mile to home, I glowed in a radiant inner warmth with a strange satisfaction and sense of calm.
These past months have been a blur of confused emotions. Of course, I haven't told my husband what I've done, but sometimes I feel I should. But I do know it means I've become a cheating slut of a wife. Deep down inside, I find myself craving to be used again. My pussy aches for cock more now than it ever did, and my loving husband isn't enough anymore. But then again, he hasn't been up to satisfying any of my inner needs in several years.
For the same few months, I've catered to my husband's proclivities for porn. I began casually suggesting ideas and encouraging him, even joining him at times, watching naughty videos. He's been a little perplexed by my actions, but I have played it very casually, so he'll be accepting of me. It's not been easy holding in my horny desires, but at least I can see them played out on the computer screen.
Though we have been married thirty-plus years, sex with my husband has never been adventurous in the slightest. As I look back, it never bothered me until my car broke down that fateful evening. I guess I never understood what it meant to be adventurous. But I do now.
Letting my husband hump at me for the short time it takes him to cum after watching porn, well, it's a little disconcerting to say the least. He's more than content and appreciative, but I can't help but feel deprived and neglected.
Surprisingly, though, I do still get that feeling of pleasure from serving him, and it greatly warms my heart to see him so happy. I do love him very much, regardless of what one may think.
As I would leave my guy sleeping after letting him empty himself in me, I have taken to sneaking off to the living room to masturbate to thoughts of Allen. It was a grand adventure. Scary and exciting, wicked and depraved. But also life-changing indeed, not to mention memorable.
As I would lay nude on the davenport with my legs wide and my cunt swollen and wet with my husband's cum, I let my mind wander and imagine horny men suckling my breasts, licking my pussy, and fucking and breeding me deep and hard as I finger myself to an orgasm. My hubby would find me sprawled out on the davenport on many a morning as of late. He hasn't questioned why as of yet.
My next adventure is inevitably just around the corner now; I can almost feel it.
It's now six in the morning on another Monday, according to his alarm. And I can feel him turn restlessly next to me. I don't need to get up for work as I am off today, but I can't help but grumble a little at the early hour. Thanks to his alarm, I'm awake now, too.
It's a typical morning, and nothing seems out of the ordinary. Except, As we had traditionally dressed in sleepwear at bedtime, I had begun to sleep completely nude.
Waking up next to Allen that morning in the hotel and feeling his naked body draped over mine made me wonder why I hadn't slept that way with my husband all along. But things being what they are, my husband sleeps in his Pj's as he always has, and I wake craving to feel his naked body draped over me as of late.
As I sit up in my bed, I notice that my husband has an erection, and I watch him as he walks to our bathroom. That morning in the hotel room, I watched as Allen got out of bed and walked to the bathroom with his dick waging in front of him too. As I watched my husband wag in his PJs, I thought about Allen's bigger cock. I could feel that subtle aching begin to warm my inner thighs.
Walking into the bathroom, I see my husband standing at the bowl with his dick pulled over the top of his waistband. While he's in midstream, I walk up behind him, tugging his PJs down to his knees. I gently glide my hands over his flesh to his hips. As I rest one hand on his hip from behind, I take hold of his still-swollen cock with the other, feeling his dick jump a bit as he flexes. My husband's cock began to deflate as he relieved himself, and as it softened, I gently tugged and stretched him till his stream ceased.
Resting my head on his upper back, I gently wipe his soft penis slick with my wet hand. He doesn't say a word and just lets me do as I please. As I looked at his reflection in the mirror, I could tell he was very surprised at my actions, never having done anything so lewd to him before. As I stepped away to wash my hands, he smiled at me. And as he passed behind me to the shower, he squeezed my bare ass as he went.
While he showers, I slip on one of his baseball jerseys, they hang just over my ass and just barely cover anything sufficiently, and I like that.
In the kitchen, I set the coffee to brew, then into the family room to settle on the davenport, clicking on the TV to watch the morning news.
As the commercials play, my mind begins to wander; I again start to think about how the guys in the garage held me draped over that short stack of tires. My head hung back off the edge; my bottom barely rested on the edge of the tire at the other end.
The men cunningly balanced my body, they bared my lower half, and one of them pushed his way in and began sucking and licking at me.
Thinking about the whole bawdy scene, I imagine it was probably quite a sight to see me like that. While I squirmed in pleasure at the mouth of a young man, I remember watching as the garage door came down, and the guys scrambled to be the first to drop their pants and get between my legs and into my mouth.
I also remember thinking, "Oh shit, what am I doing," as hands held my legs lifted apart, sliding my bra up to my neck while yet other hands squeezed my tits and several fingers were dipped into my pussy, probing me.
Slumping into the davenport, I relive the exquisite pleasure of having multiple men taking their turn pumping their thick, warm loads into me that morning.
