Inspired by 'a friend'. Thanks to her. Also thanks to JQ Hack for the edits and suggestions.
I wasn't sure which category to put this story in. Be warned, there is an anal sex scene in the following, so if that isn't to your taste, please don't read it.
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Marisa woke early and smiled to herself as she felt the light fingers of excitement in her tummy. Today was the day. The weather was perfect, another hot summer's morning, and the promise of longed for physical satisfaction lingered on the horizon. Marisa lay on top of the cover, the heat of the morning only accentuating her longed for physical satisfaction. She stretched her limbs and then allowed herself the sensuous luxury of running the tips of her fingers and palms of her hands over the smooth skin of her inner thighs. Marisa let her thoughts drift as she spread her legs and split the thick folds of her labia with her middle finger. She was a very horny lady, and wasn't being fulfilled by her distracted husband. It was this lack of physical love that had led Marisa to hatch her little plot. If her husband wouldn't, or couldn't, give her what she craved in bed, then she'd find someone who could. In this case that someone wasn't one guy. Oh no, Marisa had bigger plans. She was going to be a very bad girl; she was gong to have two.
Thoughts and visions of the two men who had been contracted to lay the decking in her garden sprung into Marisa's mind. Her detailed imaginings of how they would react to her plan, hopefully that very afternoon, caused her nipples to pucker and stiffen with arousal. Her clit hardened and lightly pulsed, and Marisa felt the juices of her heightening lust begin to oil the inside of her cunt. She had a plan to seduce the two men, a very simple, unsubtle plan. A plan that relied purely upon the men reacting to their base instincts, and a plan that Marisa was confident she could pull off.
As she let her mind explore the possibilities of the afternoon, Marisa gently smoothed the moistened tip of her finger around and around her clit. She closed her eyes and groaned with the sheer decadent pleasure as her charged clitoris sent bursts of excitement to her pleasure centres. Marisa's sexual arousal was soon heightened by her use of her other hand to gently squeeze first one firm, round breast, and then the other. She teased her nipples and increased the tempo of her frigging between her thighs.
Marisa's inevitable climax glowed brightly, centred on her burning sex before the heat spread through her body and out to her limbs. She groaned loudly and squeezed her legs together tightly as she rolled onto her side to curl into a foetal position, her hand trapped between her smooth, velvet thighs, and with two probing fingers teasing the spongy walls of her passage. Her hips bucked frantically back and forth as she came until finally, Marisa relaxed and straightened her legs to release her fingers from the warm embrace of her gooey opening.
She sighed with satisfaction, but knew that it was merely a temporary respite from the constant itch between her legs. Masturbation was one thing, but Marisa had always needed the release that she could only find through penetrative sex. She had enjoyed female attention since college, and as much as she loved to climax on another woman's fingers and tongue, she still desired the incomparable sensation of a man's penis deep in her belly. She adored the scent and taste of an aroused member, and found that no matter how often she substituted a real cock with a dildo or vibrator, the relief she felt after orgasm was short lived in comparison. She wasn't nymphomaniac by any stretch of the imagination, but simply adored the physical aspect of fucking.
Marisa loved to surrender herself to a man. She adored opening her legs for a new lover and to feel the strangeness of a first lick on her clit, just as she loved to see the power she could wield over a man as she looked into his eyes and took him deep into her body.
Marisa was dozing peacefully, somewhere in that dreamy twilight world on the cusp of sleep when she heard the muffled sound of vehicle tyres crunching over the gravelled driveway at the side of the house. Car doors slammed and shortly afterwards she heard male voices in the backyard. At last, the two workmen had arrived to finish the decking.
Marisa threw back the cover and began her preparations for seduction by taking an invigorating hot shower. She had taken care to shave her pubic bush the day before, and her legs and underarms, as well as her plump vulva, were smooth to the touch. Marisa used cream on her legs, arms and body before she pulled the short, denim skirt she'd selected up over her broad hips. She scooped her firm, round breasts into a bra, and pulled a tight, pink tee shirt over her head. Finally, because she loved the way her legs and calves looked when her leg muscles were under tension, Marisa strapped a pair of platform sandals round her ankles.
Marisa was very pleased with the sexy woman she saw reflected back at her when she the turned to examine the view in the mirror. Not bad for forty-one, she thought to herself as she examined her smooth, golden brown legs and arms critically. She posed provocatively and blew a kiss to her reflection. She couldn't resist running the palms of her hands over the mounds of her breasts, and then giggled when she cupped the globes in her hands, and the visible upper slopes of her breasts wobbled sexily.
After applying some light makeup and quickly teasing her shortish, light brown hair through with a brush she was ready. Marisa left the bedroom, her stomach still fluttered with anticipation, and she walked with apparent calm onto the decking where the men were just finishing off.
The sound of Marisa's sandals on the wooden decking made the men look up from their work. 'Hi boys,' she said brightly when she had there attention. 'Nearly done?'
'Morning Mrs Conrad,' the older of the two men replied as his eyes swept quickly up and down Marisa's body. 'Yep, nearly finished, should be about half an hour or so.'
'That's great Rick,' Marisa said in response, and she smiled slyly when she noticed Rick's quick appraisal of her figure. 'Hello Mark,' she continued, emphasising her greeting to the younger of the two men.
'Uh... yeah, sorry... hi, Mrs Conrad,' said the young man. Mark was unsure how to behave around Marisa. As is often the case with young men, the close proximity of an older, more experienced woman, disturbed him. He found that he became tongue tied and apprehensive as a result of her aura of sexuality, and could never find anything appropriate to say. His awkwardness caused him to go slightly pink with embarrassment, which was noticed by both his colleague and Marisa.
'What's the matter Mark? You're not scared of me are you?' Marisa moistened her upper lip with the pink tip of her tongue, and her eyes shone as she teased him.
Mark's colour turned a darker red as he blushed to the roots of his blonde, short-cropped hair, and Rick laughed at the younger man's discomfort.
'I don't think he's scared of you Mrs Conrad,' Rick chuckled. 'You'd be surprised if you knew about Mark.'
'Shut up will you,' Mark said sharply.
Marisa looked levelly at Mark and cocked her head to one side. 'Know what?' she smiled.
'Let's just say he's blessed,' Rick said, and looked Marisa straight in the eye.
Things were going better than Marisa could possibly have hoped. It appeared that Rick was on her wave length entirely, he seemed quite experienced at flirting and was now probably gauging Marisa's reaction to his hint at Mark's endowment.
