Synopsis: Busty wife is frustrated by hubby's inability to fully satisfy her.
Note 1: "My Erotic Fiction", which means you cannot copy, use, or repost it without my permission; it may be illegal or immoral for you to read; and none of it is real.
Note 2: This is based on Literotica.com's TheTalkMan's 'You Couldn't Handle Me'- an incest story of a battle of wills between a gorgeous MILF and her studly son. A big part of the original story hinges on her husband's inability to keep up with her almost superhuman sex drive. This is a different story based on what might have happened in some sort of alternate universe had someone in a similar situation decided to go a different direction.
Edited by Job1969. Thanks, Jon! You were magnificent! Any remaining errors are due to my last-minute tweaks.
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PART ONE
Annabelle Rae (Walker) Mendelson was laying on her back, staring at the white ceiling in the near-darkness.
Her husband of eighteen years, Joel Ira Mendelson, was fast asleep beside her- 'but at least,' she thought, 'he does not snore.'
She sighed, frustrated by yet another round of sex that exhausted him but barely let her get out of first gear. Even though she was keyed up, she just could not bring herself to slip into the spare bedroom and finish herself off with the vibrating dildo she hid there, as she did so often.
Part of her reluctance was fatigue, from a long week preparing for and throwing their anniversary party, part was that she was so comfortable in the warm bed and warm covers, and part was a sort of fatalism. She just could not go on like this any more.
Belle's problem was that she was a sexual being... damn near a super sexual being. She was not just a Ferrari of sex, she was a Hennesy Venom GT of sex. When most women were totally satisfied, she was just getting warmed up. It was not that she was slow to arousal or lacked sensitivity- far from it! It was that for her, sex was a marathon in which she was just hitting her stride after half a dozen orgasms. Her perfectly toned body could take a pounding that would leave a women's book club broken and gasping.
Young Annabelle, often called 'Anna' at this stage, had grown up with in a moderately affluent household, the only child of her doting parents. While not exceptionally attractive as a young child, she blossomed... damn near exploded... into a stunningly beautiful teenager.
At first, she did not really think there was anything special about her. Sure, her breasts were already a C when most of her friends were just beginning to outgrow their training bras, and boys and men both seemed to be getting increasingly tongue-tied around her, but it all seemed perfectly normal to her. Annabelle enjoyed dozens of good friends, both boys and girls, since she was such a warm and gregarious person.
Middle school Anna began to realize what she was, what she had, and the scales fell from her alluring eyes. She handled the growing number of stares and comments by pretty much ignoring any sexual overtones, often not even realizing that there was a sexual overtone.
By then, she was a tall, shapely young woman with an eye-catching 34D-22-34 body, flawless skin, shimmering blonde hair half-way down her back, clear blue eyes, and the face of an angelic supermodel that looked both mature for her age and innocently young. Her parents had a full gym in the sunroom and she had grown up using it every day, so there was no spare weight on her tight frame and her muscles were amazingly toned. She had been asked by the gym teacher to try out for some sports and she went with cheerleading and volleyball. She quickly found that her natural grace and well-crafted physique helped her excel at both, even though her large breasts sometimes caused problems, whether by getting in the way or throwing her balance a bit, or because of the effects they had on the other girls.
This was also when she began to discover things from the other girls. She learned that she was far more attractive than any other woman at the school, and that indeed, many of the women, even the teachers, were jealous of her beauty. She learned that she could get guys to do things for her without her reciprocating even a little. She learned about sex and discovered the joys of masturbation. She learned from locker room talk and other gossip that compared to her other girlfriends, she had a high sex drive, getting herself off several times a day.
High School Annabelle chose to focus on academics and cheerleading. Even as the new girl in school, her natural beauty and charisma made her the 'IT' girl of the school and she was soon hanging with the hottest babes in the place, even seniors. She blew off unwanted masculine attention with what became her catch phrase- "You couldn't handle me."
She started going by 'Bell', not even Belle, when before she was either Annabelle or just Anna. She was becoming a different woman. She started to dress in more revealing, skin-tight clothes, bare midriffs, acres of cleavage, pushing the dress code as hard as she could push it. She wore the skimpiest and sexiest thongs and bras she could find, often leaving a whale-tail showing.
Bell was also studying up on her new favorite topic. She availed herself of her parent's computer and dial-up internet to learn about porn. She found books in the library on sex and convinced the young man at the desk that she was old enough to check them out. She read about oral sex, and literally drooled over the idea of someone licking her juicy pussy. She was fascinated by the idea of anal sex, squirming at the idea of something up her tight heiney.