It was finally Friday and the end of a long week. After a long day at work Marie was exhausted. Hopefully when she got home, she could get a break. Being a full time working mother and housewife keeps her very busy.
Marie was in her early 40s, but if you didn't know her, you would swear she was early 30s. She had all the curves in the right places and very little body fat. If you didn't know it, you would never believe she was a mother of four. Her 34C breasts were eye magnets from any distance and her shapely legs put the final touch to a still firm and round ass.
As she got into her mini-van and prepared to drive home, she dropped her cell phone and it slid under the passenger seat. She had to stand up slightly and bend over to reach it. When she sat back down, the bottom of her dress snagged the seat belt and was pulled up to her waste. As her mind was pre-occupied she sat down, not noticing what happened.
She was thinking about the sexual turmoil that had developed between herself and her husband. He was in a serious car accident 2 years ago and this has affected his performance in bed. He was not the lover he used to be and conditions during intercourse would sometimes bring an abrupt end to their sessions. This had created tension between them. It had been weeks since she enjoyed an orgasm and it was getting to her.
Tom tried in his own way to be understanding of the situation. His fear of losing her drove him to try new ideas to satisfy her. One day he purchased a big, vibrating, gel dildo. It was eight inches long and twice as thick as Tom.
On the night that he showed it to her, he had it hidden under his pillow with the idea of getting her as hot as possible so that she would not resist. Once he felt the time was right he lifted it for her to see. Immediately she became startled. "You're not putting that inside of me", she exclaimed. He told her that he wanted to be sure he could keep her satisfied. As he fingered her pussy and increased her arousal, she whispered that she might want it all the time. "So what's wrong with that?" Tom replied, and he started rubbing the head of the huge silicon cock against the wetness of her lips. Unhappy with his answer, she resisted and pushed away. This made Tom angry. He felt dejected and embarrassed.
This went on for a few years and sex became less enjoyable for both of them. The tension was building and Marie had become very frigid. Eventually, Tom went as far as suggesting the idea of finding a stud that could fill in for him. She was appalled and could not believe he would even think of the idea of allowing another man to have her.
During all of this, she began reading romance novels. One day Tom noticed that she had piles of them stored in the bedroom closet and in her dresser drawer. Keeping one with her at all times, she was reading them to the point of addiction. He started checking the books when she wasn't looking and noticed, as time went on, that she started buying books with more and more sexual content. As the books were loaded with cheating and seduction, he became afraid that she would eventually have an affair. This is why he brought up the idea of sharing her. He felt that it would be a better alternative to losing her to someone else.
By now, Marie was well on her trip home and was not paying attention to her speedometer. As she drove through the curves of Wopchock Mountain, she was startled from her thoughts when flashing red lights of a trooper's car appeared in her rear view mirror. This was all she needed to end her week. She had already been given a warning last month. She pulled over at the end of a long curve.