Eleanor Watson was stood at her kitchen counter, her back to the door, her head was bowed and her eyes closed. She was in the throes of an orgasm. There was nothing she could do to stop it, the fingers of her right hand were tweaking her left nipple. And the fingers of her left were creating havoc with her pussy.
Elly, as she was known had this problem every month, a week after her period she would undergo a sort of metamorphosis, she would get so horny, and so aroused, she had to bring herself off if John, her husband, wasn't around, and him being away from home twice a month made that very difficult.
Her soft auburn hair, long past her shoulders was swaying gently as she moved in time with her body. Her five feet nine inch frame was a delight, a dream for any man to behold. She was full breasted, and super sensitive nipples that could and did drive her to distraction, especially at this time of month.
This is what drove her to action, sometimes when she had been in town, she would have to find a restaurant, or a bar so she could use their facility's to relieve herself, she hated this, but on the odd occasions it happened, she took it. Her angelic face was slightly contorted as the orgasm gave her relief, although she knew it wouldn't last that long, not this time.
This month was a bad one as far as her unwanted arousals were taking place. It happened every morning like clockwork for nearly a week, and this was only the second day. Her periods were like that too, she could almost tell the time from them. 'To be fair,' she would say to herself, 'having some of these climaxes is the highlight of my day, they can be so intense I have to sit to get over them!'
Her lips pouting as the intensity grew, she was about to blow, her knees twitched, she held herself against the counter. The grip on her nipple tightened, her fingers dug deeper into her pussy and then, WHUMP! she came; she gasped, heaved in lungfuls of life giving oxygen, and almost fell down. Eleanor managed to make it to a kitchen table before she went down.
"Jesus H Christ!" she moaned, "that was a big one, oh wow, oh God yes, I liked that, mmmmm." She glanced blearily at the clock, it was only 10am. "Fucking hell I'm early today," and she giggled weakly, "it won't be long before I'm at it again," she said to no one. Her pussy was still itching, itching in the way she knew only too well.
"Don't think I've finished with you yet," it was telling her, "I'll want a rerun soon!" Eleanor set about her housework, she had time to do a few things before she would have to give in and 'do' herself again. "What I couldn't do with a bloody good seeing to," she told herself grimly. Eleanor did some simple tasks, she didn't want to get too involved because she knew that within an hour or so, she would be at it again, no matter where she was in the house.
She had a shower, and started trying to resist the call from her body, smelling as fresh as a daisy; she knew she wouldn't be like that much longer. Her hair brushed into its usual glory, her face make up free, she looked as healthy as a fresh rose in the morning sun. She popped on a nice loose button down summer dress, it gave her freedom, billowy at the bottom, and free at the top, it her gave her savage nipples some respite from the material rubbing them the 'wrong' way.
When she was home and alone like this, she didn't wear panties or bras, they took too many liberties with her tender parts, and all they did was aggravate the situation for her. She was upstairs when another bout took her over, she dived on to her bed, turned on her side and faced the window, this was her favourite position when on it.
She hadn't heard the knock on her door downstairs at the rear, and she hadn't heard it open when she obviously didn't answer the knock. She was so busy lifting her dress, popping two or three buttons so she had total access to her nipples; she never heard the footfalls climbing the stairs. And she was becoming so engrossed in her needs, she neither heard nor saw her bedroom door open slightly, and a head peep round.
He had called out in the kitchen, "Eleanor, Eleanor?" The he had heard a noise up stairs, he went to investigate thinking there might be a problem. And he also heard some muffled moans as he reached the top. He knew those moans, and he thought, 'fucking hell is she having it off with someone?'
His prick throbbed, he had lusted for her for years, since the day he had met her, he didn't know why, but in his heart he knew, she was one of the most fuckable women he had ever known. She had always affected him this way. 'And now, some bastard is screwing her instead of me, fucking hell!' Dennis told himself. He peeped around the door, and there she was, laid on her bed, on her side, and giving herself some head held cock, and not with another guy, she was on her own.
He watched for a short hile wondering what was going on, and then he realised what she was doing, she was masturbating herself. Eleanor was just getting going, but she knew this one would take longer because only an hour ago, she had just had a humongous cum down in her kitchen.
Dennis watched for a few moments, wondering whether to stay or leave. Then thinking about this amazing situation, he suddenly thought to himself, 'I could get in on this if she's feeling this fucking horny!'So he decided to take some action, 'now or never, do or die!' He told himself. He stripped off his clothes silently on the landing; his prick getting harder as he went, then he stepped quietly into Eleanor's room.
It was the bedroom of her and her husbands, and her husband was Dennis's son, and he was about to either have illicit, and probably illegal sex, or get to make love to his daughter in law! He slid up behind her, bending at the waist so as not to alert her to his presence. He briefly took it in, she was away with the fairies, moaning very softly as both sets of fingers were busy.
He had always been a man's man, he was debonair, cool calm and collected, rich by any standards, and he liked to play the field. He had been born lucky, the only son of wealthy parents, and he had grown into one of life's lovable rogues. Big at six feet three inches, broad shouldered, and very good looking. And what Dennis liked the most about himself was, there weren't many women around who didn't find him attractive and sexy too