Jennifer was bored. And horny. And buzzing a bit from the pot edibles she had taken in her boredom. She was over doom scrolling through Facebook, and she wanted to do something fun and sexy. The marijuana made her body tingle, and that tingle went all the way down to her pussy, which was quickly wettening at the thought of what she wanted to do.
Normally, when she felt like this, she would make some tasty frozen pina coladas for her and her husband, have him find some of her favorite porn, and spend the night getting turned on and fucking until they both passed out. But unfortunately, hubby was out of town on an extended work trip, so she would have to entertain herself.
"Let's see," Jennifer said to herself as she opened a new browser window and thought about what she wanted to see.
There was some retro porn she and her husband had recently started watching, starring a busty redhead -- just like Jennifer -- with a full fire bush down below, just like Jennifer. She loved the fact that the porn star had the tell-tale pale skin and nipples barely darker than the alabaster surroundings of her big tits.
Jennifer preferred the old school porn where the sex seemed more realistic, although the situations might have been more unbelievable -- the redheaded spy who has to fuck the well-hung counter-agent so not to blow their covers. Jennifer loved the way the redhead blew the counter agent, his large, thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth -- but not so deep as she would gag on it. She also loved the way hubby would encourage the fantasy with words of how would she love to be on the receiving end as the video showed the bulbous head of the man's dick push past the thick patch of red hair into the depths of the porn star's wet pussy, stretching it and eliciting what seemed to be genuine moans of pleasure from the actress.
"Do you like how he fucks that pussy?" her husband would ask, as they both seemed mostly transfixed on the erotic coupling on the screen, except for hubby's fingering of Jennifer's throbbing clit.
"Yes!" Jennifer would moan, gyrating her hips against his hand, using her own hands to mimic how the other redhead massaged her big breasts, taking time to tweak her nipples. "Oh! Fuck! Your finger feels so good!"
It usually didn't take too long for Jennifer to cum, but her husband knew to keep going to get her to cum multiple times, changing up from using his fingers to his tongue to pleasure her. Sometimes, when she was really buzzed and horny, Jennifer's man would flip her over and push his tongue deep into her pussy from behind... sliding that brilliant little instigator up and down her wet slit... moving up even further to her puckered asshole and swirling around that opening and even pushing deep inside her.
"FUCK!!!!" Jennifer would scream as she felt the fingers on her clit and the tongue deep in her ass, another orgasm bucking against her husband's face. "OOOOHHHHHH!!!!"
Usually, her husband would then fuck her using a vibrator on her clit so he could feel that pussy contract around his thick cock as she would cum again... finally finishing deep inside her. Depending on how much they did before that point, they would spend the next hours in each other's arms, sometimes starting over and repeating their fuck session.
But as hubby wasn't home that night, it didn't feel as right to watch porn videos. But Jennifer had another plan: Some hot erotica from her favorite porn website, Literotica. And she had a favorite author in mind: Fred Dover.
She loved the descriptive language Fred used, how he truly painted a picture -- from the situational setups to the most graphic sex sessions. She especially liked one story of Fred's adventure with a soccer mom:
Her dress completely gone, Leslie pushed herself back into Fred's unrelenting pounding, extending her arms against the door so her breasts would sway back and forth. She loved the way his hands gripped each of her hips. Somewhere along the way, Fred had shed his pants and shirt, and Leslie looked back to see his lean torso and bulging arms work together to fuck her so well from behind. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh, her sloppy wet pussy making an almost slurping sound around the throbbing member that made its way in and out, and her own moans made for an erotic concert playing right there in her front entryway.
"OH! GOD! FRED!" she shouted above the din, making sure he knew how much she loved what he was doing. "YES! YES! YESSSSS!!!!!"
Jennifer felt her own nipples harden against the satiny A-shirt she was wearing... her pussy moistening as the lacy thong snuggled against her clit, exciting her even more beneath the short-shorts she wore. She popped another edible into her mouth and took a drink of the frosty pina colada -- the only thing that could cool her at this point. But the mix of alcohol and pot were working their magic, aided by the erotic image Fred's words made in her mind.
As she read more of the story, Jennifer's fingers slowly and almost mindlessly circling her areolas, sometimes working their way down her body and just ever-so-lightly tracing the outline of her engorged pussy lips through the short-shorts and thin strip of thong. Her whole body was really buzzing now, and if her husband had been there, she would have done anything -- ANYTHING -- he asked to have his thick cock fill her to satisfaction.
Jennifer wondered if Fred's stories were real-life retellings of adventures he had had. She imagined that if he was as silver-tongued in person as he was in his writings, it wouldn't be impossible that he fucked a soccer mom, got seduced by his patient Kitty who got turned on by the thoughts of Dr. Dover giving her a "full examination," hooked up with a couple in a New York bar to have a hot threesome. Jennifer wished she could ask him, but he wasn't there to ask. But then she saw the comment area at the bottom of the story and realized she might be able to at least start a conversation.
"Hi, Fred! I really like your stories," she typed. "They make me really" -- pausing while she thought of the next words and then realizing this was her chance to say what was exactly on her mind with all of her inhibitions gone -- "wet!"
Jennifer giggled and blushed a bit at her brash directness, but she was high and horny, and she really wanted to ride this feeling for all it was worth. She continued reading through the story, getting more excited as she thought about the hot fucking Fred was describing. And then, something in the corner of the screen caught her eye: a notification that Fred had responded!
"Thank you!" he wrote. "I'm glad you enjoy my stories. I hope they give you continued wetness." Finishing the entry with a smiley and wink emojis.
Jennifer couldn't believe he had responded... and so quickly! She then wondered if he would continue talking with her, sharing his way with words.
"They make me so wet!" she gleefully typed into the response box. Feeling a little brasher ... and hornier ... Jennifer tapped into her inner slut and decided to describe what he did to her.
"My nipples are so hard thinking about your adventures, and I can barely keep my fingers off my own pussy!" she typed, as her fingers began to make little circles over her short and thong-covered clit, feeling the wetness start again.
