Heather had never really considered herself pretty at all. For most of her life, her mother drilled it into her head how plain she was, how simple-minded she was, and that she would never amount to anything. Her mother repeated many times over the years that Heather should grab the first guy who asked her to marry him. Then she should get pregnant right away so she just might be able to keep him around for a while. The unfortunate outcome of her upbringing was that Heather was not able to see the image that other people saw when they looked at her. She was actually quite stunning if you visualize beyond the bland exterior she tried so hard to project. Heather was prone to wearing loose-fitting clothes like sweaters and longer skirts that hid her flawless pale skin, her lean long legs, and her firm flat stomach.
Her breasts, she had always felt, were too big, and she sometimes hunched her shoulders to try to disguise the fact that she had a great set of knockers. She wore a 38C bra, but there was only the tiniest hint of sag to her breasts. Her nipples were always embarrassing her because they constantly seemed to be poking their heads out when she least wanted them to. Atop all this beauty, Heather's full lips, long aristocratic nose, high cheek bones, pale blue eyes, and long, corn-silk colored hair crowned her body exquisitely well. Unfortunately, all that Heather could see in the mirror was a skinny nose, big lips, watery eyes, and limp hair. She convinced herself that the stares she got when she walked down the sidewalk were looks of pity.
At 33 years of age, yes Heather was now married, but so far had been unable to conceive a child, which was just fine with her husband of four years now. Her husband, Phil, 15 years her senior, was a career army man, divorced twice with grown children, who was lonely and aching for the companionship and comfort that a wife could give. He had gone the route of wife and family, and all he needed or wanted from his wife now was her company and her body. Heather had felt lucky indeed to have such a fine man, and her mother, of course, strongly voiced her opinion that Heather would be a moron if she turned down such a marriage proposal. While Phil probably did love Heather in his own way, he was not very demonstrative or affectionate towards her, and never did he allow any display of feelings or touching in public. In private, Phil and Heather could and could be as passionate as the romance stories that Heather loved to read in her spare time. Otherwise, Heather had to content herself to be the devoted wife of a successful military man.
With the onset of the war in Iraq, however, Heather and Phil found that they were to be separated by a continent and an ocean. Phil received his orders and he was shipped overseas to head up the construction and later the running of a supply base. He had been gone for eight months now and Heather was missing him deeply. She had her lovely home and dog, a nice part-time job as a secretary at a small but well-known accounting firm in town, but every night she went home to bed alone. She had friends, but her friends and acquaintances could not always be there to fill the emptiness she felt in her life. Heather needed something, but just could not put a specific word to that need.
On one late Saturday evening Heather sat on her couch, waiting for another long, silent weekend to begin. She turned on the television and laid back to surf the channels. She came upon a quite vivid scene of lovemaking between a man and a woman on the screen and was instantly mesmerized. The sounds and images coming from the TV stirred something deep within her. Heather started to feel a tingle in her belly and a warmth that spread throughout her body and ended between her legs. She became engrossed in the movie and didn't realize it when her hand slipped inside her baggy sweat pants and started to rub her mound over her panties. The feelings she was experiencing were new and exciting to her. She had never really been one for masturbating while growing up nor in her adulthood, but with the erotic images and sounds coming from the television, she continued to stimulate herself. Soon she found herself getting very aroused and realized that petting herself through her panties was not going to be enough. She stood and went to the bedroom, retrieved a blanket from the closet, and returned to the living room.
Once there, she spread the blanket out on the floor and sat down. It was at that time she realized that the clothes would have to go. It was okay, Heather reasoned, since she was completely alone and no one would be the wiser. So once again she stood, and feeling like a naughty school girl, proceeded to disrobe. First she removed her sweatshirt and peeled off her sweat pants. "I came this far, I might as well go gung-ho," Heather mused. So she unhooked her bra and let it slide off her body, then slowly pushed her panties down around her ankles. Heather stood there totally naked in the middle of her living room, and for the first time in her life, she felt totally free and wicked. Deliciously wicked. The scene on the TV, she noticed, was getting steamy again, so she grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and placed it on the blanket. Heather sank to her knees, watching the scene in front of her, and let her hands do what they would. If the man touched the breast of his lover, then Heather would touch her breast. She became the woman in the movie. Heather's hand moved to her honey pot and much to her surprise, her fingers came away dripping with her juices.
"Uhhnnnnnnn," she moaned. "God this feels soooooo good." She continued her amateurish probing for another minute and suddenly felt her hard little love-bud. Her finger tweaked it and rubbed it, feeling it coated in her special womanly juice and cried out hard as the first climax was ripped from her body. She collapsed onto the pillow and lay there panting for a few minutes. Slowly the scene of the lovers on TV penetrated her consciousness again and Heather started stroking her warm fuzzy pussy lips. Her hands and fingers pinched and rubbed her nipples, and they were standing up very hard and erect. She rubbed them harder, which in turn caused her to get wetter and hotter in her throbbing cunt. Heather started rubbing little circles around her clit, sticking a finger in her pussy to get more wetness, and then back up for more rubbing. She was really getting into her playing and didn't realize at first when she struck a new chord. She had retrieved her dildo and had inserted it and this, with its large head began touching her inner core, her secret spot, causing new and different sensations. Ooohhhhhh, it was so delicious. She was rubbing and moaning, her legs thrashing about some, with both hands reaching up and pulling at her nipples and sucking her fingers. The sensations she was receiving in her pussy now were incredible...something she had never ever experienced before, not even when her husband had gone down and licked her to orgasm. This was so erotic, so pleasurable that Heather just rode the feelings.
"OOooooooooooohhhh," Heather moaned laying her head back on the pillow, as she plunged her play toy deep inside her cunt. "Oh my God...it's not like anything I could have imagined." She teased her love button, soaking her fingers and hands, continuing the deep probing, along with her vivid imagination of her what her well-endowed and talented "lover" was doing eventually pushed Heather far over the edge into the most intense and jolting orgasm of her life. Heather could almost swear she saw fireworks her brain flashed so brightly. Eventually Heather's breathing normalized again. She sighed to herself, completely satisfied for the moment, grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it over her, curled up and fell asleep on the floor. The rest of the weekend went pretty much the same as every other weekend. She went to church, had brunch with her mother, and went home to await the start of another week.
Monday was when things changed for Heather. Upon arriving to work at her part-time job, she fired up her computer and noticed a few emails waiting and the usual stack of dictation needing to be typed. Heather decided to tackle her dictation first, and before she knew it, it was almost time to go. That was when she remembered the emails she had waiting. The first was just some advertisement which she quickly deleted from the file. The second email was a rather intriguing-sounding one, but from an address she didn't recognize. It was labeled simply, "You'll find this interesting, Heather." She clicked on it to open the email and was horrified to see her screen filled with picture after picture of her lying naked on her living room floor, playing with herself, and her hands wrapped around a tremendous black cock. The single sentence accompanying the pictures simply said, "I know what you did." That was it. Nothing else. No further instructions.
Heather was horrified. If anyone found out about her dirty little secret, she would be ruined she thought...she would lose her job and her husband and family would throw her out on the streets. She had to find a way to get those pictures back and destroy them. Heather quickly deleted the incriminating email, and shut down her station for the day. She fled the office in a hurry, as if demons were tailing her. She barely remembered the drive home. Somehow she had to get within the walls of her house, where she assured herself she would be safe.
