Mike Sighed. He rolled over to make sure his wife was asleep. She was out like a light. He didn't know what it was, but she didn't feel like having sex as much as she used to. So, Mike snuck out of their bedroom and down to the office to turn on the computer. As he waited for the computer to boot up, his thoughts drifted to an instance of sex that amazed him.
***
It had been a long hard day of work and Mike was ready for a cold beer. His job was, admittedly, white collar and not strenuous, but it still wore on him. He opened the door and started toward the stairs as always, but a note on the staircase stopped him.
"Go to the den. A cold beer is waiting for you. Love, Rachel," it read in his wife's curly handwriting. Mike dropped his stuff and walked in to the den with its couch and recliners and big screen TV. The beer was in the middle of the couch next to the remote with another note.
"Crack open a cold one. Press play too, please. Love, Rachel," it read.
Mike sat down, cracked the beer and pressed play. Techno music with a strong, steady beat started pumping from the speakers. The lights dimmed a little and he heard footsteps approaching. What Mike saw dropped his jaw.
Walking towards him was Rachel, his wife, in something he had never seen before. It was a short metallic silver skirt with a matching halter top. Black fishnet stockings adorned her long legs with platform heels on her feet. Her long dirty blonde hair was in two braided pigtails. Her eyes were smoky and the rest of her makeup was heavy, but not caked on.
She strutted over to a spot in front of Mike and started to dance. It wasn't a dance like they did at clubs. This was far more primal. Rachel rolled her hips in slow circles. She thrust her chest forward. She turned and bent at the waist giving Mike a look up her skirt. She pivoted on one heel and flounced toward Mike. She reached one hand back and tugged. The outer halter fell away, but a smaller pink bikini still covered her tits, to Mike's dismay. Rachel slowly turned around and spent a long while shimmying out of the skirt. Pink bikini bottoms under that too.
Rachel continued her dance and gave Mike lots of eye contact and eyefuls. She stepped up to Mike and threw her leg over his, so she straddled his lap. She placed a hand on either side of Mike's head on the couch. Mike enjoyed seeing his wife's tits this close. Rachel reached back and undid the ties on the bikini top. Her other arm held the top to her breasts. Then, she let the sheer pink material fall into Mike's lap. Mike was surprised to see pasties on Rachel's nipples. They were pink and heart shaped, and thrilled him in a way he never thought possible. He reached up to grab Rachel's tits, but she slapped his hand away.
"NO touching the stripper!" She said with a smile and a blush that Mike could barely see in the dim light.
Rachel stepped off of Mike and bent over with her ass facing him and rocked her hips side to side as she slid the pink bikini bottoms off. She stepped out of them and kicked them toward Mike. He caught them and stuffed them in his pocket. Mike was disappointed that Rachel had one pair of panties yet. It was hardly there, though. Whenever Rachel bent over, the black material didn't quite reach the full coverage of her pussy.
Rachel proceeded to work her way back and sit on Mike's lap. She gave Mike a lap dance worthy of a strip club. She turned and put her arms around his neck. She leaned forward pressing her tits against Mike's face. She licked his ear and nibbled it.
"You are the hottest guy here!" Rachel whispered lustily, "I fuck too, if you're willing. Fifty for a blow, one hundred for a fuck. What'll it be?"
Mike opened his wallet and fished out three fifties. He tucked them into Rachel's g-string. She smiled at him and knelt between his legs. She slowly undid his belt and opened the fly of his slacks. She reached her hand into the gap in his boxers. Mike moaned as she drew his cock out and kissed the top of it. Rachel smiled and licked his cock a few times before starting to suck.
Rachel closer her eyes and moaned at the taste and feel of Mike's cock in her mouth. Mike looked down into Rachel's eyes ash she looked up. Rachel knew the secrets to getting Mike to erupt and she used all of her tricks.
"Oh god! That feels so good! You suck cock better than my wife," Mike said, "And I'm going to cum on you because she won't let me."
Mike saw the look of alarm on Rachel's face when he said the last pat. Rachel couldn't stand to have a guy cum on her at all. So Rachel buried her face in Mike's crotch and sucked him until he blew his load in her mouth. Rachel swallowed every drop and stuck out her tongue to show Mike.
"How do you want to fuck me?" Rachel asked.
"Bent over the arm of the couch," Mike said, "And I want these as a trophy."
Mike reached down and tore the g-string off of Rachel. He looked down and saw that Rachel's pussy was swollen and wet. He grabbed Rachel's arm and led her to the arm of the couch and pushed her forward. Mike rubbed the head of his cock along Rachel's wet pussy before he plunged in.
***
Mike was startled out of his reverie by the tone of his computer. That night was several months ago. Their sex life had dried up shortly after that. IT forced Mike here in front of his computer for relief. He was excited though, his favorite website updated today and he couldn't wait to see.
The website featured housewives getting fucked by a man who wasn't their husband. Husband wasn't there to see the action. Just lonely housewives desperate to be fucked. It was called "Desperately Lonely Housewives" and updated once a week with new pictures and a video.
This week's wife was Amy H. She was a petite redhead. For the interview she was wearing a tube top, miniskirt, stockings and heels. Mike loved the interview. The wives talked about how bad they needed cock. Then, the women would stand and pose in their outfit and a few others. After the posing, they met the guy they would be fucking.
Today, that man was Red. He was a big muscular guy with red hair and a huge cock. Red was Mike's favorite because he to see pussies stretched and looks of pure ecstasy on the women's faces. The pair posed and talked and kissed a little before getting to sex. Amy tried like a champ to suck on Red's cock, but barely fit it in her mouth. Then, Red fucked her in a number of positions. Red asked if she wanted anal, which she turned down. Red finished off with a massive money shot all over her face, hair and tits. The woman cleaned herself off, kissed Red's cock and smiled for the camera.
The videos were always hot, but Mike preferred the picture gallery. He went through hundreds of pictures trying to find just the one to help him. He found it. It was a shot of the woman in reverse cowgirl. Her body was raised slightly, so you could see the cock stretching out her pussy. Her hands were braced against Red's muscular arms. Her face was a picture of euphoria. Her head tipped to the side ever so slights. Her eyes, half-lidded, looked right into the camera. Her mouth a semi-conscious smile. It was perfect.
Mike opened up Photoshop and proceeded to edit the picture. He did this every week. He took the picture of the Desperately Lonely Housewife and put Rachel's face onto the woman. An hour later, Mike leaned back and inspected his handiwork. In Amy's place was a petite, smaller breasted, red-headed version of Rachel. A similar expression on her face, but Rachel. Mike even went so far as to change the name in the lower right hand corner from Amy H. to Rachel K. He save the image and then opened the folder that had hundreds of pictures of Rachel photo shopped to look like she was getting fucked or sucking cock. It was Rachel fucking a cock that wasn't Mike's. Sucking a cock that wasn't Mike's. Mike cycled through the pictures, most of which featured Red. He started jacking off and turned off the computer before heading to the bathroom to finish up.
Mike trudged off to bed after sending millions of potential children down the drain. He slid into bed next to Rachel, who was still passed out. Mike drifted off to sleep with visions of Rachel on Red's cock in his head.
***
Rachel woke up to the sun filtering in through the blinds. Mike had already left for work about an hour ago. Rachel took her time in the shower. She sighed before she worked the showerhead down to her pussy and put in on massage. Her interest in Mike had waned after one really hot night of sex after she posed like a stripper. Then, Mike got promoted and didn't take time to work out anymore. His body had become soft, almost doughy. She missed her hot muscle man. The orgasm came, but it barely satisfied her.
Rachel fixed a bowl of cereal and took it in to the office. It really was her office as she worked as a contractor for design firms from home. Her thoughts went to that night and how thoroughly Mike had fucker her that night. The computer's ready tone beeped her out of her daydream. Rachel looked at the screen. Mike had left a session of Photoshop open. Curious to see what he was working on, she clicked on it.
Rachel was astonished to see a woman impaled on a rather large cock. That cock, and what she could see of the man attached to it, looked delicious. Her eyes turned to the woman's petite frame that looked like it was almost split in half. Then, Rachel saw the face on the picture. She blinked twice and looked again. It was her face. It looked like a red-headed, small breasted Rachel. And in the corner, her name: Rachel K.
This shocked Rachel and she determined to find out what this was about. She found the folder they were saved in. Hundreds of pictures of pseudo-Rachels fucking and sucking cock. The same cock and muscle man appeared in many, if not most of the pictures. She was appalled, but felt her pussy getting wet at seeing herself with a big cock in her mouth and pussy and, if she saw correctly in a few shots, her ass. Rachel decided to visit the site and found Mike was still logged on.
Rachel watched a few videos and was titillated by them. She surfed around and found out that the muscle man was named Red. After some more browsing, Rachel found a page for "Desperately Lonely Housewives who want to get dicked." It had a phone number to call with inquiries.
Rachel dialed the number and waited patiently for someone to answer. She told them that she wanted to get dicked by Red. She asked where they were located and was surprised to discover they were nearby, only about a ten minute drive. She explained the story and asked if a rush was available. They told her to come in tomorrow morning and they would have it up by tomorrow afternoon.
