"Hi could you write about a couple I know? The wife is called Janelle. She is 40, kind of tall (5 ft 10 inches), still very attractive, short blonde hair, 38D breasts 30 waist 38 hips. She is strong willed, a nurse. She loves sex although she is devoted to her husband she misses the days when she was free to fuck as she pleased.
The husband is Kevin. He is 42, 6 foot 2 inches, wears a beard, and has dark brown hair, with some streaks of gray showing. He is heavyset, overweight. He is not well-endowed, having a 5.5 inch cock. He is thoughtful, kind, and a little kinky, loves his wife dearly and has no clue that she doesn't feel 100% satisfied with their sex life." An E-mailed readers request.
Janelle had been getting steadily more bored, their holiday was running out of steam. Her husband had convinced her to come all this way for the scenery and to be together. However in the last three days he'd spent all his time milling around this excavation site. They had met a group of archeologist's earlier that week and had been convinced to visit their site deep in the hills of Transylvania.
The Romans had come just about as far as this before giving up and the border fort their new friends had found was well preserved just under the soil. Her husband had found the digging and shifting of dirt fascinating, Janelle unfortunately had not. The only real plus point for Janelle was that the tented encampment had a bbq every night; and she rather enjoyed the company of the younger students and academics.
That evening, she sat slightly worse for wear, drink the only thing readily available on the meager site. And tonight to her annoyance the group had a new visitor and Janelle felt a little put out. Even her husband had fawned over the blonde woman who had kindly dropped off supplies. And now this new visitor sat with them laughing and fluttering her eyelids; some of the younger men around her like puppy dogs.
Seeing Janelle on her own Lady Busenstien came over to introduce herself. The younger woman was very polite saying how lucky Janelle was to be here with all these men. Janelle laughed and invited her to sit feeling that maybe she shouldn't be so shallow. They struck up a conversation Kristen explaining her village was the only one within 100 miles and she felt sorry for the poor dears out here with no where to re-supply.
Janelle thought how kind she had been, not snooty even though her aristocratic title would suggest it. Kevin who had paid little attention to his wife that evening came over to get in the conversation as well. Janelle felt the anger building again, already aware of how her husbands eyes had popped from his head when the black clad beauty had sauntered in earlier. As the drink flowed Janelle got more and more annoyed until finally she suddenly stood up and stormed off.
In her tent she felt foolish and embarrassed.
There was a person behind her.
"I hope it's nothing I've done?" Whispered a sweet German voice.
Janelle turned to see Lady B. "Oh no, no it's not your fault, just my husband he a typical man."
Kristen smiled a knowing smile, "oh mm yes." Then put her finger to her mouth as if thinking. "Why don't you come back with me tonight, give him something to think about."
Janelle thought for a second. "No I couldn't."
But the blonde beauty insisted.
"Ja, sure you can its only 50 miles. I'll send the car back here to pick him up in the morning. Leave him a note. You'd love my home."
She felt unsure. Kristen continued "You can both continue your holiday with me."
Janelle finally nodded. "Yes why not, com'n let him stew for the night," and she searched for a pen.
Janelle took a small bag and hurried out giggling with her new friend like naughty school girls. She had been wearing a denim skirt and boots with a denim top Cow girl style, and had decided it would be enough to keep the chill away.
"Ready when you are." She said sniggering; Kristen having to take her arm the drink hitting home in the cold air.
The black Mercedes was parked a little away from the camp site and was only just visible in the near pitch black. Kristen opened the rear door. "Here sit in the back, ride in comfort."
Janelle bent down to climb in. She peered inside and froze seeing a shape on the seat.
"Oh my god what oooh uggzzzzzzz!"
Her body went limp as she collapsed into the car. Kristen lifting her legs in, tazer gun in her hand.
Janelle came around slowly, her head spinning her body uncomfortable, in fact very uncomfortable. The car was stationary though maybe a few miles from were it had been a quarter of an hour earlier. She tried to move then realized her arms were bound.
"Oh my god." She moaned looking down.
She was sat on the back seat arms tied back to either side of the rear window struts, so her shoulders were pulled flat to the back rest her busom thrust out. The top 4 buttons had been undone and the denim barely held in her white soft tits. Below her dress had been pulled up to her waist, her long legs, boots still on spread very wide the ankles attached to unseen bonds in the foot well.
But it wasn't this exposed position that made her moan. As she had got into the car she had noticed the rear seat; in the middle it appeared to have a hatch out of which a fat dildo sprang upright. Now that same dildo was almost missing the bendy Perspex shaft curving up into her twat as she sat straddling it.
Kristen was in the front seat looking over her shoulder.
"Just an hour or so trip my dear," and with that she turned on the ignition. Janelle convulse with shock. The dildo must somehow have been connected to the drive shaft directly below as it began to vibrate matching the engine revs.
"Oohh God ooohh what oohh please oooooooo!"
Janelle gave a long moan her lips pouting eyes wild as the car set off on its long journey.
The ride was rough, pot holed and uneven. Each thud of suspension kicked back up into the poor woman's cunt.
"Uggh uhh ooohhh."
The vibrator was about 7 inches long, 6 inches inside. Her body was bound so rigidly in a seated position there was no way she could lift herself free. The cock buzzed, the thing filled with small ball bearings which wriggled and clattered sending tingling sensations all the way up her shaft.
"Ooh you fucking bitch ugggh oh ooohh!!" Wailed the short haired woman, her final blouse button popping; her bare breasts bulging out.
Kristen was looking in the mirror every so often, listening to Wagner on her stereo. The rubber cock was unrelenting, even when Kristen slowed to almost a halt the old engine still rattled transmitting the vibration deep into her slit.
"Uuggghh stop please awwwwww!"
But Janelle could get no sense from the bitch.
"Why, uggh stop why are you doinggg uggggggggggggggggggh god, fuck fuckkkk!"
The sensations were getting unbearable, her thighs ached, her arms numb and it had only been 20 minutes. 20 minutes of constant deep holed vibration!
Kristen spoke, her blue eyes narrowing to slits a wicked glint in them as she looked in the rear view mirror.
"The cock must be really getting to you, no? The metals balls are so naughty don't you think?"
She pulled over and leaving the engine running stepped out. Although now not as rapid, the thing continued to hum around her wet slit.
Janelle looked down between her legs.
"Oh God," the bitch had greased the thing before mounting her on it.The white gel foam rimming her bare hole now visible. Also other juices, her own were appearing.
"Ohh no please!" She thought, the sensations building.
