Wendy on Holiday

Wendy on holidays

You are standing at the kitchen sink of the caravan in your bra and panties, having just stepped out of the shower, your hair holding the scent of apples from your shampoo, your skin smells of the body lotion you have scrubbed yourself with, it is mid afternoon, now feeling refreshed you are about to prepare tonights dinner, as soon as you remove the stain on the shorts you are holding over the sink..

Your husband is sitting outside under a tree, his back to you, looking out over the river.

Your mind wanders....

You have been his wife for 21 years, you love him, of coarse, he loves you too, but the passion has faded, over that long it is normal, the fire has gone out, the type of love has changed, matured, you take each other for granted. Each would fall apart if the other left. So you stay together, content that it has been a good life.

The caravan rocks slightly, as it does when someone enters. "Would you like a drink?" You ask. No answer.

Just then a hand is clasped firmly over your mouth, and your body is pushed forcefully into the edge of the sink, losing your balance your feet scrambling to hold firmly to the floor, your hands reach out to push back, but you can't, you are only 5'4" he is strong, forceful.

Your heart is pounding, adrenaline is being pumped into your blood to help you fight, you begin to suck in huge amounts of air through your nose, to enable you to scream out to your husband, but cannot utter a sound, the attacker is too strong, where is he, he was less than twenty feet away a few moments ago, has he been injured or worse? There had been no noise, your mind is racing, panicking, you are still held firmly against the counter but you continue to struggle.

You can smell him, what is that scent, you don"t recognise it, but it is familiar

He is using the weight of his body to pin you helplessly in position, you can feel the strength in his legs hard against yours, he shifts slightly, you try to wriggle away but can't, you try to scream but can't.m.

His free hand mauls your breasts, you try to get free, his hand works your bra up over your breasts, they bounce free, full womanly breasts, your husband has always loved them full, firm, ripe, you are proud of them too, secretly, they make you feel womanly, your attacker likes them as well, mashing them, pinching the nipples, they react to the pain, stiffen, grow darker and swell from the mauling, you know what he wants. YOU

. Heart hammering in your chest, you try to get air but the position you are in restricts it. His hand leaves your breasts and slides down your back, lower and lower, you know where it is heading.

Your heart skips a beat as it wriggles into your panties and over your buttocks and below. Panic really sets in, this is the first man in 21 years to touch you there, his finger tries to part your lips, he is aggressive, impatient, hurting, your mind is in turmoil, where is your husband, why isn't he saving you?

You remember the first time your husband touched you there, he was so gentle and patient, waiting until you were ready, and his fingers played with you until you were soaking wet and ready to be taken.

This man was not like that, he wanted it now.

He removed his hand, grabbed your panties and rips them from your body, then he replaces his hand between your legs, he uses his left leg to push yours out further giving him greater access, his fingers manage to part the folds of your womanhood.

Dampness, your pussy is beginning to lubricate, your brain is screaming NO. But your body is saying YES. Your body is betraying you, his finger is slick with your essence, he has found the way in, two fingers enter, your heart rate changes the adrenaline is fading to be replaced with another chemical, hormones. Your breathing is deeper more steady as desire takes hold, your mind is screaming" what is happening?" my husband is just outside.

Your body is responding to the wonderful sensations his fingers are having inside your pussy, Panic is giving way to lust, pent up lust, 21 years with one man has dulled your passion. You moan beneath his hand you push your pelvis back onto his hand. He senses the change in you, he carefully removes his hand from your mouth ready to replace it again if you try to scream. You don't. you surrender your body to him. He has won

. You push back against him, you can feel his manhood against your hip, you are soaking wet now, the lips are puffy and swollen, you are ready to be taken by the only other man ever, you feel him back away and hear his pants drop to the floor, you reach back and wrap your fingers around the hardest erection you have ever felt, you recall your Husband's cock used to be this hard once many years ago.

What if your husband walks in now to find you naked with you holding a strangers rock hard cock.

Who is this man that can turn you into his submissive sex toy in minutes, you look into the window looking for his reflection as he bends you over the sink, nothing, and you don't really want to know, it would spoil the fantasy, reduce the guilt that is sure to come later.

You willingly spread your legs to give him access to your soaking pussy. Panting for him to fuck you. You felt him positioning his cock at your entrance, parting you. You felt it entering and pushed back, it's head entered, he rammed it fully into you forcing it to the hilt. Holding onto the sink edge the sex fiend pumped his member repeatedly, both his hands mauling your breasts and tweaking your nipples, pulling on them, twisting, the pain was intense, sending you towards an orgasm, filled with lust, being forced to fuck a stranger just a few meters from your husband

The danger of what was happening to you with your husband just outside. Quickly he begins to grunt, his thrusting became erratic, he was cumming, Reaching down in front you wrapped your fingers around his shaft as it slid in and out of you, is it harder and bigger than you remember your husband's, as it went in again it pressed your fingers against your clit, the biggest hardest and longest orgasm was upon you. Your pussy spasmed with each stroke clamping around his shaft, legs going weak as the orgasm shot through your body, by the time he released his seed, he was holding you up, supporting you. As you calmed down, he slipped out of you, some of his seed spattering on the floor, guilt would set in soon, but for now you are filled with a wonderful sense of being a woman.

He has disappeared, gone just as quickly as he arrived. He left you, holding onto the bench, your legs weak from your orgasm, and shaking, In your aroused state you want to keep something of him to remember him, what he did to you.

You take some tissues and place them in the crotch of a clean pair panties and slip them on, keeping his seed within for as long as possible. Alone now you turn, through the open doorway, to see your loving husband still sitting there looking over the water,

it has only been 20 minutes since you were molested, everything seems normal again, the sun is still shining, you finish dressing, compile yourself and take a drink out to your husband. "There you go love" your voice still a little shaky, you say as you bend down to kiss him on the forehead, you notice a hint of Cocoa butter in the air, you turn to go back inside, thinking that you got away with it, you do not notice the bulge in your husband's pants, or the small bottle of Cocoa butter oil in his pocket. He, also thinking, he got away with it.