A Mom's Hotwife Journey

Please note that ALL characters are above the age of 18. Please enjoy!

"Happy birthday, honey"

Scott spoke as he pulled the covers to the side and proceeded to dangle his feet over the edge of the bed. He sat hunched over, dressed in a white t-shirt and gym shorts. From there, she could see the back of his head to her left. Mostly full head of hair still, but some greys were working their way into what was an otherwise grizzly-colored mane. Scott took a deep breath and proceeded to lift himself out of bed and grab a towel hanging from the door. With a slow turn and sleep still in his eyes, he turned to Sarah and offered,

"I'll bring home a pizza tonight (?)"

"Sure," she responded, fighting through the morning alarm herself.

"OK...great," Scott said, proceeding to walk across the room towards the bathroom, beyond which lay the shower. Scott, who had a slightly longer commute, always took the first shower. Being male, he didn't have to same morning routine of hair drying, makeup, etc. so it made sense for him to enter first. Sarah usually took this time to walk down the hall and wake Eric, who was 12, and Rachel, who was 9. She put her hair in a loosly tied knot and walked out the door, wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

It was the same routine, the same fight. Knock on each one's door and prepare for knock number two when no one wanted to get up. It was 6:30 and the kids were in no mood to get out of bed. Fuck, neither was she, but there are some items in the world in which it is not advisable to go against the grain - waking up to be on time to school and work was one of them. When she was finally able to summon the children to be up and grab the nearest cereal box from the cabinet downstairs, Sarah made her way to the shower after Scott. The kids would go in afterwards in the other shower in the hall. Running both at the same time would send freezing water down at random times to either, so it was best that everyone take their turn.

Sarah spread her lips wide and made a smile in the mirror. Yellowed, for sure, but not too bad. Despite a few cavities over the years, her teeth were in good health. So was the rest of her, thank god. She had made it. 48 years old today and in good body and average spirit. After a quick brushing and use of the toilet, she turned the hot water on. Since Scott had just been in, there was no need to wait for the hot water heater to turn on, but she took a 30 second pause anyway.

Her body was healthy, for sure, but that doesn't mean it hadn't changed since her younger years. Sarah took off her sweatshirt and sweatpants. Wearing no bra underneath, the only thing left to remove was her underwear. She loosened the make-shift knot she created. Letting her hair fall just past her shoulder on either side. She took a hard look. There was no shock here -- no one's body changes overnight -- but there was no contentment either.

She was older, that's for sure. The skin on her face had fallen a little bit. The clean, innocent cute face of her college years had been replaced but a combination of slight wrinkles, crow's feet, and the beginnings of jowls. Her blue eyes were the slightest bit paler, as was her blonde hair. In the middle, her prominent nose had become slightly more so. A look further downward showed some darker age marks here and there. Her breasts still had a fullness but lost the perkiness of her younger years after Eric and Rachel. After both pregnancies her areolas had swollen to three inches across. And right in the middle were two nipples, which like her areolas, had remained larger than before. In college they were cute little pink buttons. They now resembled eraser heads. In all, her breasts showed the years of hard work feeding her children. Looking downward, her pubic hairs had the first signs of grey. Worst of all was slightly above.

Sarah was a beach girl. Surfer, in fact. When she was younger, every summer Saturday was spent hitting the waves and soaking in the sun after. And she'll tell you -- she could really rock a bikini. Flat stomach with the cutest little belly button. Those days were long gone.

Although Eric wasn't too bad, ever since the birth of Rachel, Sarah had grown what she called a "pouch". Light stretch marks here and there to accompany what was the female version of a beer gut. No overhang or anything but, as she called it, a little pouch that become defined by a few age marks. It was her biggest insecurity. She could pinch an inch and hated it so. No more bikinis. On the off-occasion Scott and her had sex, she usually tried to keep a blanket covering her mid-section, not wanting to remind him that she wasn't the same woman she was those years before.

After a summation of where she was at 48, Sarah walked into the shower, the water warm to the touch. Spending a brisk five minutes washing with soap, shampoo and water. She climbed out, grabbed her towel and walked into the bedroom. Scott was out the door by this point and on his way to the office. Sarah quickly put on panties, a clean, white 36 DD bra, jeans, and a loosely fitting brown top. Off to round up the kids.

The morning ride to school was to be expected: typical bullshit. Rachel tried to grab the front seat, only to face Eric shoving her out of way. Seeing her son push her daughter to the ground, Sarah laid down the law:

"Eric, cut the crap!"

"I'm older and have longer legs, I should get the front seat!"

"You have to take turns, Eric. You go in the front -- Rachel gets the radio."

Rachel got the radio, sure, but it was typical crap yet again. Once Sarah dialed into her favorite station. On came "Fresh Outta London", that obnoxious song by that YouTube star.

"Boring!!!" Eric yelled.

Rachel let out a scream of anger common with little girls. She reached for the dashboard, hoping to undue Eric's station change. In doing so, she connected with Sarah's right arm, sending hot coffee directly into her lap and soaking the seat and her jeans.

"What the hell!"

School drop-off went as expected, with Rachel and Eric leaving the car quietly and not looking forward to coming home. Sarah was a good mom but no stranger to grudges. From there, it was off to McConnel & Fahey, the accounting firm for which she was a staff member. She got her CPA while pregnant with Eric and worked at the firm ever since. After a younger life of taking it easy working as a waitress at the local Chilis, she figured she needed to get her shit together once she married Scott, who was once her college boyfriend. Largely, McConnell & Fahey represented what her life had become after having Eric; a series of boring tasks done solely to be a provider. She loved the three of them but it became that she no longer lived for herself...she was now meant to serve and shelter. That was the feeling experienced everytime she walked through those doors. It was the feeling she had now.

Sarah worked her way to her cube and began yet another day. It was Tuesday, meaning, that she had to be on point. Mid-week is typically when all emergency assignments and requests came in, so Sarah made sure to get a good head start on some larger projects the day before. When, surprisingly enough, her emails were slower than usual, she found herself with a little more time than usual.

Right by the water cooler was Emma's desk. Emma, one of the newer associates on the team, was the kind of girl who wore her emotions on her sleeve. Just a few years out of college, she was exploring the dating scene and having a little fun wherever she could. She could attract the attention too, with an age of 25 and a frame most girls would die for. Tall and slim with the cheekbones of a model. With her golden hair and thick lips, she got stares from most men who walked by her. Sarah had grown to like Emma and developed an eagerness to hear the newest drama. She was in that point of her life where the possibilities seemed endless and the options innumerable.

"How's it goin', Em?" Sarah said.

"Fine, I guess. How 'bout you?" Emma replied

"Same old same old. Except this morning I spilled hot coffee all over my pants..So..actually, yeah 'same old, same old'"

Emma chuckled. She'd grown to enjoy Sarah's dry sense of humor, which could only come from years of age. Years of being able to see all the lies and bullshit and point out where it will come from next.

"Sounds like a good time," Emma responded.

"Please...oh, anyway, how are things with that guy you were seeing...Jake was it?"

Sarah grinned and looked out the corner of her eye slyly and yet innocently.

"Good..."

"Do anything fun?"

"This weekend he came over and we..."

"Oooo," Sarah responded.

"He was all over me. He wanted it -- bad. He literally walked into the house with a boner!" Emma began to laugh.

"He really made me feel sexy...feel powerful...like this fit, hot guy could be reduced to a mess over one thing...me." Emma continued.

Emma held up three fingers and mouthed the word "orgasm".

"Wow"

"Two from penetration -- cuz he got rock hard again, like, 20 minutes later".

"You go girl!"

Sarah made her tone enthusiastic, but her heart was otherwise. It had been so long since she felt that. Felt sexy. Felt desired. Scott's declining sex drive, along with her no-longer-flat tummy and subtle wrinkles, took something away from her. She dreamed that that thing would come back but she also tuned her heart to reality. She finished a water cooler conversation as usual (a quick "anyways" usually does it) and wandered back to her desk, feeling disappointed yet not surprised, all at the same time.

Coming home, the house was quiet. Much to her surprise and pleasure, Eric and Rachel were sitting at the kitchen table, diligently doing their homework. Maybe it was fear that Sarah would still be made from the coffee incident earlier, maybe it was respect for her birthday (which she had forgotten about by now). Regardless, her not having to fight the kids on starting homework was a gigantic relief. Though it was now 5pm, maybe the day could be salvaged after all.

After spending the next few hours relaxing, which usually involved browsing the internet while sipping on a glass of red wine, Scott walked through the door, two pizzas in hand. Going out to a nice restaurant would have been better, but not having to cook was still not having to cook.

"Hey guys! How was the day?"

"Hey hun. Same old same old."

Everyone ate and went about the day like usual. Later that night, Scott went to the fridge. He knew that Sarah hated singing birthday songs or anything like that, so he brough out some cupcakes instead. Bringing home anything was nice but the whole interaction came off still so ordinary. Eric and Rachel went to their rooms for the night, likely to watch Netflix before falling asleep, so Scott and Sarah had their bedroom to themselves.

As it was Sarah's birthday, she expected her husband to make a move on her. Typically through the "here's your last birthday present" schtick. The old days would have, typically, involved him spending the next half hour with his head between her legs, giving her pussy delicate attention until she opened up as wide as she could to take his cock. Things weren't like that anymore. So when Scott responded with a "honey, its been such a long day..." to her rubbing her nipples through her t-shirt, she wasn't too surprised. After turning the lights out and checking Facebook for 10 ten minutes, Sarah dozed off and went to sleep.

Pizza...sodium...3AM...water. You know the drill. Late as it may be and as uneager to move as she was, Sarah's dry throat coaxed her out of bed, onto her feet and walking towards the bedroom door. She turned the handle, pulled it towards her, and began walking toward the hallway and down the stairs, heading for a quick glass of water followed by an immediate return to bed. She was about to take the first walk down the steps when she noticed a dim light shining from around the corner, from the living room. Curious, and nervous, as to the cause, she began creeping down the stairs, not hoping to be heard, just so that she could learn what was going on.

Further steps revealed that an audio was playing. Sounds of light giggles and the relaxed voice of a man. Sarah's head turned around the corner and she saw what she half-expected: her husband was masturbating. With his head turned in the opposite direction and the video he was watching facing the other, Sarah had the perfect vantage point of what was going on. The perfect view of what her husband rejected her for on the night of her birthday. Scott was giving light strokes along the length of his penis, all while focusing on the video in front of him.

The film didn't appear to be like a normal porno. The camera was shakier, the discussions more direct. It was clear that it was more straightforward. Amateur but more than just that -- real, live people. In the focus of the film was a mid-40s blonde woman with her hand on her hips and topless.

"Think he'll hold up, baby? He's such an innocent thing..." the woman said to the camera, head slightly cocked and a twinkle in her smile.

"Give him a chance, sweetheart. I'm sure he's had a ton of practice with all those college girls, haven't ya, sport?" said the camera man.

"Yeah, a little," said a figure slightly off to the side of the screen. The camera rotated slightly to the left and revealed what was an early-20s guy sitting on a couch with his shirt off, leaving him in only a pair of basketball shorts, within which he was pitching a prominent tent. He had a skinny, slightly muscular build that was noted by skin as tan as the brown locks that hung straight down from his head and slightly obscured his eyes. It was a classic college boy look.

"Well let me ask ya, son...are ya ready for a real woman???" said the man. "Look at those big mom tits of hers? She fed two kids with those things before we got the piercings put in. I bet you no college girl can compete with those. Just look at those huge areola and stubby nipples...and then think of how, at 40 years old, she took herself to a tattoo parlor and got those sexy little hoops put in, just to surprise me. What really drove me crazy was the thought of a big, burly tattoed man putting his hands all over those things to get them installed." After a two-second pause, he admitted: "That's what started our path into the lifestyle."

The woman turned towards the camera and jiggled her mammaries. They bounced up and down but always returned to their full, melon shape. Contrasting with the bright pink center of her boobs were, as the man mentioned, silver hoops protruding from each side of her nipples, reflecting the overhead light. It must have hurt having those put in, Sarah thought. But still, she was attracted to the thought of someone enduring such pain just to please their partner. The thought of changing one's body to increase the sexual satisfaction of another intrigued her.

And if the amateur cinematography wasn't clear enough before, it was now: Scott was watching cuckold porn.

Sarah was taken aback sitting there watching him. Did he really reject her tonight for this? He could have been making love to his wife but, instead, chose to watch some pierced-titty blonde lady show her boobs to some college guy? He chose jerking off to actual sex with her? He rejects the woman who drove his two children to school, got drenched in hot fucking coffee and worked all fucking day to help him pay the bills? On her birthday???

Despite this myriad of angry thoughts, Sarah couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement at the scene playing out on her husband's laptop. The woman turned to her right, cocked her head and examined the young man up and down. After studying his figure and frame for a second, she immediately turned to her husband and asked: "You want me to fuck him, baby?"

"Honey, don't you think he needs at least a blowjob to get ready?"

"Oh no, he's ready to go, you see his boner through his gym shorts," she said with a smile.

"Well...do YOU need a warm-up?"

"Nope. I'm about to fuck an innocent, fit college boy, no foreplay needed," she giggled. "And, besides baby, I just want to see how long this kid lasts. He's only been with these inexperienced college sluts who don't know what they're doing. I'll give him a minute...Think of it like a challenge."

"Yeah baby, you dirty girl," whispered the camera man.

With that, she walked a few steps over to her toy, laid her hands on his hips and knelt over. The camera assumed a new position on the couch next to them, getting a first-hand look at the action. Looking him straight in the eye, she planted a succinct kiss on the lips, and pulled her hands towards her, catching the fabric of his shorts and underwear. She pulled his pants all the way down to his ankles, exposing his young cock. She gave a quick stare downward and shot him a naughty wink. She then placed her hands on her own hips and, with a quick shimmy, slid her sheer pink panties down past her thighs, knees, and calves until she was totally naked, shaved pussy exposed.

The woman then hovered over her young mate. She took each hand and placed each middle finger through the appropriate nipple ring, then easing the rest of the palm over her areola, and the remaining fingers over the outer of her breast.

"Were your ex's titties this big?" she asked the young man.

"God, no..." he said in a soft whisper, indicating a combination of desire and amazement.

"She can't compete with momma," the woman responded softly, introducing an air of gentle domination into the conversation.

Grabbing his rock-hard shaft, she placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy lips. With much care, she began to relax her knees and lower her pelvis. After a joint moan between the both of them, the woman's lips spread and her young friend entered her.

"Good girl, baby," the older man said. The woman slowly moved downward awkwardly, placing more of his shaft inside of her, and then began moving back up again, slightly shaking the whole while. If the end of sex, featuring hard fucking leading to an orgasm, was the most animalistic part of the act, the beginning, featuring fumblings-about and assessments of how the two bodies will fit together, was the most human. It was in those first few moments where each mate took stock of the other, realized the act they were doing, and offered a "hello" consisting of a sly smile or look in the eye. For Sarah, these were her favorite parts -- and the video was doing the job of ruining a pair of her freshly cleaned underwear.

The woman picked back up and slid down his cock again, making it about halfway this time. As if reloading a firearm, she worked her way back up the shaft to where only the head of his cock remained in her. She looked the young man straight in the eye and asked: "You ready?"

Before he could answer, she immediately brought her pelvis downward with a quicker motion than before. After a grunt from him and a gasp with clenched eyes from her, the sound of the smack of her inner thighs hitting his lap resounded. With a "wow" from the camera man, presumed to be her husband by this point, it became clear that the guy's entire cock was inside of her. With a giggle, the lady worked her way back up the shaft, and all the way down again. And again. And again. The sounds of smacking her ass against his lap began, as did the liquid-y sound of her wet vagina being penetrated. She laid her hands on his strong shoulders and bucked her hips back and worth, getting as much as she could out of his cock. Instead of the high-pitched squeals shown in commercial porn, she started letting out deep womanly moans. By this time, there was no stopping her desire. She worked her way back and forth, fucking him as hard as she could.

"You can't handle this," she said. "You can't handle momma's juicy pussy and soft tits."