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IN FOR PENNY, IN FOR A POUND
Family celebrations really, really weren't Penny's favourite way of spending an evening. Apart from the necessity of organisation, the expense, the no shows and the ingratitude, she just didn't really like her family very much.
Some were inoffensive. Her sister, for example, could be quite tolerable. Her mum, for a couple of weeks of the the year, could be relatively kind and forget she was secretly some kind of satanic spiteball in human shape. However, her husband was, on the whole, insufferable. For one thing, he played golf. For another, he had developed a way of breathing that was just downright irritating and, she was fairly sure, deliberately irksome.
Before the family started to arrive, she gazed at herself in the bedroom mirror.
'What the fuck happened?' she sighed out loud, pondering her reflection. She wondered how the years had stolen away from her, how she had found herself in a situation which surrounded her with people she really didn't like.
Looking back at her was her forty year old self, with an ungrateful son and an inattentive husband. Her eyes were filled with the resignation of a woman who felt she had nowhere left to run to, whose life lacked vibrancy and spontaneity, whose window of opportunity she felt had closed for good. Her shoulders were hunched a little, from carrying the burden of bored disappointment.
She had dressed up to make herself feel better, which she often did, along with buying dresses when she felt alone or unhappy. As a result, she had a wardrobe that was bulging with never or barely worn clothing. She also masturbated with an utter indecency in terms of both fantasy, frequency and filthiness.
Masturbation and fantasy felt like an act of rebellion, a fuck you to her husband and even to her family. She had an incredible array of toys that took up an entire drawer, confident she never had to worry about her husband find them. There were wands, dildos, butt plugs, anal beads, vibrators, and she varied what she used depending on how fucked off she felt with life. The more fire she felt with those who were less attentive than they should have been, the more angry she was with her choice of toys. She would choose a dragon's tongue dildo that stretched her almost more than she could bare while she had her largest butt plug buried in her arse.
She also masturbated, with or without toys, in almost any location. Driving to the supermarket, she would lift up her dress or slip her hand in her trousers, rub her clit furiously and swear excessively as she orgasmed. There were times she had been in the coffee shop and masturbated in the toilet, or at parent's evening when she found a closed corridor with the lights off and she had her hands in her knickers and in her pussy almost before she even knew what she was doing. Restaurants, hospitals, museums, taxi...she needed to fuck herself everywhere she could think of.
Although she was now in her forties, an event which seemed to have crept up on her with the stealth and lethality of a ninja assassin, she felt she didn't look it. Although she did look like she felt it. But she whipped up the hem of her dress, slipped her hand in her knickers and stroked her warm clit hard. She wanted to cum, she wanted wet knickers when she had to go and see people she didn't want to spend time with, she wanted to know as she poured drinks she was doing it with the scent of her pussy on her fingers.
Rubbing fast and hard, she reached a hand out to the sink to support herself. Her pussy was wet, hungry, her clit hard and hot. Pressing it until it squirmed from under her pressure, she pursued it, building a quick and intense orgasm. She was so horny she could not look up, her head was bowed and her breath caught. Panting, she felt herself building to the orgasm, the ripples of pleasure spreading through her tight cunt. Her fingers moved quicker, desperate to finish the orgasm and it swept over her, causing her to yank her head back.
'Jesus,' she moaned loudly, 'Jesus fucking Christ.'
Her breath was as fast as her fingers had been and as the orgasm subsided, she felt the brief respite of a post orgasmic flush. Looking again in the mirror, she moved her hands over her knickers and made sure they were satisfyingly wet. They were.
With a smile, a straightening of her back and a deep breath, she considered the positives. She was healthy, had a fabulous house, didn't need to work, her legs were long, her boobs were pert and her fiery red hair required little maintenance other than washing and occasionally cutting. Now she had a wet pussy and a self satisfied blush. Hopefully remembering those things and some flirting with her son's friends would make the evening go as painlessly as possible.
Family parties, unlike masturbation, were events to be endured rather than enjoyed. Two things made this evening's celebrations less annoying than most. First, the weather was pleasant, almost warm even. Second, due to an emergency at work, her husband had been required to leave at 9pm and was unlikely to be back before morning. Naturally, the possible burning down of his factory or the wholesale demolition of his storage yard was sad, but there were definite silver linings.
Secretly, she suspected that he had actually gone to visit his mistress due to the unexpected absence of her husband, but frankly it meant Penny didn't have to listen to him blink in that excruciating manner or guffaw like a choking wildebeest at anything he said, which was bound to be utterlyy unfunny, so she was happy to nod, purse her lips and play along.
Grabbing his keys, he bolted for the door. His gleeful hurry most definitely suggested a tryst than a trauma.
'I'll be back as soon as I can,' he shouted back to her as he fled. Her eyes followed him not with a longing for his return but a yearning that he stay out as long as possible.
With Gary gone to deal with whatever emergency had or had not happened, she was left to encourage people to leave as early as possible.
This was something she embraced with gusto.
'Are you sure you have to go? So early?' she asked Julia, her mother-in-law.
'No choice, Penny,' Julia had barked in answer. 'Winny needs walked and it's getting late already.'
'Can't you possibly stay a little longer?' she implored, with amazing sincerity, of Karen, her mother, as she walked her to the already open door.
'Penny, if I could,' her mother had snapped back,' I would. But I really need to be home before Brian goes to bed.'
As a result, by 11.00 she had actually managed to persuade everyone to leave whilst pleading with them to stay just a little longer.
Waving off her sister and her nephew, the house was almost empty.
The only people remaining, in the garden, were her son, Alex, and his friends, Ben and Ryan. Penny had hoped to flirt shamelessly with Ryan, whom she had thought about many times while masturbating. He was tall, lean, painfully handsome and completely unaware of it, but most alluringly, he was endlessly kind.
Often she would spread her legs wide and rub her clitoris just imagining him asking if he could possibly help her with the washing up or if she was okay, because she looked a little frazzled, or if she really didn't want him to feed the cats.
Sadly, her husband's sudden exit and the demands of persuading her mother that she really didn't want her to leave quickly, and the endless attention of her sister bemoaning her own marital travails, prevented any flirting beyond occasional smiles and glances.
Having finally prompted her sister and nephew to leave, she wandered into the garden. It was no surprise to see Alex lying on the grass between Ben and Ryan. He appeared to be asleep.
'What happened?' she asked calmly, as she stood between them and looked down at Alex. 'I take it he's still alive?'
'Pretty sure he is.' Ben replied, sharing her look of exasperated predictability.
Unlike Alex, Ben and Ryan hadn't been drinking. Penny felt compelled to admire both of them for their ability to tolerate her family while remaining sober. She had to be there: they didn't.
'Do you want us to just leave him here?' Ben enquired. 'He looks comfortable.'
Alex snored and snuffled.
'I'm worried he might swallow a worm or a mouse or a rat,' Penny replied, looking at them both, 'so we should probably move him. For their sakes.'
They all smiled and shrugged.
'Okay, bed it is then,' Ryan summed up. 'We'll get him upstairs for you and make sure he's safe.'
