When Lorna got home from work, she kicked off her shoes and stripped off her clothes as she always did. She worked as a manager at a local retail store chain. She made decent money though her husband, Roger was the major bread winner. Lorna only made about a fourth as much as her husband, but now that the kids were no longer home, she wanted to work. Her son, Tomas was finished with college and had moved away, and was already married. Her daughter, Helen, had just started to college this past year and was living there on campus. Lorna had gotten very bored with life these past few years.
So Lorna got a job, which she hadnât had for many a year, and also did some charity work on the side. She kept herself busy, but she and Roger seemed to see less of each other with each passing month. But for the past few years, he hasnât seemed very interested in her anyway, especially in the sexual department. Loran wondered if he was having affairs or had a young little thing on the side, but never saw anything to seriously suggest that. Maybe her sexual suspicions of Roger were just a byproduct of her own sexual needs. By which she meant she was going out of her mind horny.
Lorna had to grin at that thought, she did seem too be horny all the time, pretty much the whole day. Lorna even caught herself having to rub herself off a few times at lunch at her store, just to stave off her lusts. If something doesnât change soon, Iâm going to wind up jumping one of the young hotties at my store, Lorna mused to herself. Passing by the mirror, Lorna didnât think she looked to bad. At 42, and after two kids, she was a bit plump. But most of it went to her large breasts and plump butt. She hardly had much of a tummy, nothing that hitting the gym again wouldnât cure quickly. As she looked at her self, she couldnât help but start to rub her nipples and feel her pussy start to get wet.
Just then Lorna jumped as she thought she saw something off to her side. She looked and even walked over to Rogers dresser, where she thought she had seen movement. âHmmm nothing old Lorna, just your nerves, guilt at a little personal pleasure.â She said out loud to herself, finding the talking calming. Recently she had been noticing lots of things setting her off like that. She half believed the house was becoming haunted. Shaking such thoughts, she went into the bathroom to run a hot bath.
After the water was ready and very hot like she liked it, she climbed in. Lorna gave a gasp as the hot water played over her body, filling every curve of her form. Settling in and sighing, she thought about the past few days. At work she was starting to feel frustrated, mostly from lack of sex, and what? She just felt like she was missing something from life. She liked her job, and liked when she helped out in the community. But her home life was, well, very lacking. Her husband just didnât seem interested, she had even thrown herself at him just a few nights ago. He had mumbled about being tired and left her to stew in her own juices.
Thinking about her needs, Lorna decided she needed a little now. The warm water flowed between her legs, making her even more hot inside. She slid a hand down to cup her pussy as she rubbed a hand over her now erect nipples. Starting to get very horny, Lorna slid two of her fingers into herself and started humping her hand. Alternating between sliding the fingers in her pussy and rubbing her clit, as she pinched and pulled her nipples. Soon she felt her orgasm rise, and slid three fingers into herself, breaking the dam and entering her orgasm.
âUhhâŠuhhâŠOhh god! Uhhhhhhh!â She grunted as her cunt muscles clenched her fingers in orgasm. Biting her lip to stifle being too loud, she rode out her pleasure as she coated her fingers. As she started to calm down, she rubbed her breasts and took her fingers from her pussy and just slowly rubbed her clit, having after spasms. Finally reaching satisfaction for now, she dropped her arms and could now relax from a frustrating day.
After draining the tub and drying off, Lorna pampered herself in the bathroom. She applied make-up, perfume , and styled her hair. She then went into her closet, and picked out the sexiest lingerie she thought she had. Now if Roger doesnât want sex with me, heâs either having an affair or heâs gay, Lorna thought chuckling. She checked out how she looked in the mirror, she had a bustier on that raised her ample breasts into lots of cleavage. And she had also put on garters and stockings, with a pair of almost see through panties. Loran turned in the mirror, looking at the way he body played out in her view.
âNot bad if I may say so.â She said running her hands to cup her breasts, and then turned in the mirror and bent over showing her butt to the mirror. Lorna laughed as she stood up quickly, thinking she was becoming a bit of a sex fiend. Thatâs all she seemed to think of, and now she was dressing the part. âWell if Roger doesnât want me tonight, I may just go and find myself some young studâ Lorna said to herself then chuckled, not really meaning it. Or did she? She had been thinking that very thing for some while now.
Roger should be home soon, and she figured to wait upstairs till she heard him come in. So Lorna sat on the their bed and turned on the TV they had the room, figuring to kill a few minutes. As she sat there, she really started to feel the outfit hugging her body. She laid back to ease up on some of the pressure. Then she propped up a pillow to continue watching the TV. Lorna found herself looking at her clad body more then the television. She found herself again wondering why Roger wasnât that interested in her.
Lorna absent mindedly started sliding her hands over her outfit, and over her face. She was starting to feel hot again and her hands were feeling good over her body. She felt herself getting wet between her legs again, as she started to rub over her breasts. Lorna was almost thinking about pleasuring herself again when she heard the door close downstairs.
âWell I guess I can wait, though mister Roger better be in the mood to help me out.â Lorna said as she quietly opened the door and headed down stairs. When she reached the bottom of the stairs she thought she heard Roger in the kitchen. Entering the kitchen she saw Roger raiding the fridge for something. Lorna quietly walked up behind her husband and snuck her arms around his waist. He turned around and looked at his wife.
âWhoa, whatâs going on?â Roger asked seeing Lornaâs outfit in confusion. Lorna smile fell a bit.
âWell if you have to ask, I guess Ill have to show you.â Lorna replied as she ran her hands over her husband chest and slid one hand to cup his groin. Roger gave a slight gasp.
âLorna Iâm sorry, but Iâm not in the mood. I have a lot on my mind from work and Iâm tired.â Roger said kissing Lorna quickly then looking at her. âMaybe later ok, Iâm just not feeling up too it now.â
âNot feeling up to it? Listen Roger, Ill do all the work, you can just lay there ok. I really need too tonight.â Lorna said, pleading slightly. She ran her hands around her husband and gripped his butt.
âLorna, Iâm not feeling like it! Please understand, Iâm tired and cranky from work. I just want to relax, ok.â Roger said raising his voice slightly, but not seemingly angry. But Roger noticed his wife now looked so.
âIâm tired too Roger. Tired of having to beg her husband to give it too her, and having to keep having to use my own hands to feel better. It used to not be like this. You used to try and have sex all the time with me. Whatâs happened these past few years. Donât you find me attractive anymore?â Lorna said getting less mad and more sad. Roger put his arms around her.
âHoney I do find you attractive, its justâŠ.I donât feel like have sex now. Iâm tired and thinking about work. Its not you, its me. I just donât want too honey.â Roger said trying to be gentle.
âRoger, do you have someone else on the side? I donât understand how you could just not feel like it after wanting me for so long.â Lorna said feeling still a mad.
âJesus Lorna, Iâm not having an affair! Weâve talked about this before. I wish you would stop bringing it up! Why canât you just leave it alone?â Roger said walking away from her, angry now. Lorna just starred at him, and after a minute he just turned and started to fix himself something to eat, avoiding her stare.
âFine then.â Lorna said as she turned and walked away, heading back upstairs. When she got out of sight from her husband, she started crying as she walked to their bedroom. When she got inside, she locked the door, not wanting her husband too see her now crying. Lorna hugged her pillow as she sobbed. She wasnât even sure exactly why she cried, from her needing sex, or her feeling her husband had stopped caring for her like he used to.
When she stopped crying, and lay there thinking about how they used to make love and have sex. Neither was an expert at sex, but both had been willing to try different things on the other. He used to love going down on her and licking her. And she did the same for him, sometimes even waking him that way. Didnât he find her sexy anymore, she wondered. She started to feel that itch again between her legs. âWell if I want more relief, I guess Iâm the only one that can provide it.â She told herself, starting to feel her hands over her body.
Lorna slipped down her pushup lingerie and exposed her breasts and nipples, rubbing bother hands over herself. Then sliding her right hand down, she entered her panties. Sliding her hand over her mound, she started to rub her clit. After a minute she reached down and lifted off her panties to her thighs, for easier access to her pussy. Reaching back down, Lorna slid two fingers into herself and with the other hand rubbed her clit again. She started to rub her clit faster wanting to come. She started to hump her groin up into her fingers as she felt herself getting close to orgasm. Then Lorna pushed herself over the edge.
âHhoooo yesâŠyes. Uumm thereâŠâŠ.aahhhâŠyyeesss!â She cried as she felt her muscles contract around her fingers and her hands become even wetter from her juices. In the middle of her orgasm she heard a crash in the room, and opened her eyes, but didnât see anything, as her orgasm continued. As she felt herself coming down, she sat up, instead of continuing to rub herself as she usually did. Lorna looked around, wondering what she had heard. Then she noticed a family picture was knocked over.