Sarah Benson stood in front of the window and allowed her filmy black negligee to fall to the floor. To whoever might be watching, her still-impressive body was clad only in a sheer black bra, panties, stockings with suspenders and mules to complete the ensemble. She hoped that the audience she hoped β she
knew
- was out there would be impressed by her "impromptu" performance. She caught a glimpse of herself in the bedroom mirror and she was impressed by her look.
Sarah knew that she was being lewd. She was being provocative. She was being so irresponsible in encouraging the behavior of the voyeur she knew was lurking outside of her bedroom window. None of this mattered to her. She was a slave to her own perverse desires and emotions. She liked being the object of desire to someone so young, at the age of 37, it made her feel sexy and desirable once again. Her husband looked at those girls in the magazines and on the Internet. Did Elliot not realize that he was married to someone who still was one of those girls?
Sarah smiled to herself as she slid a finger into her tiny panties and fingered her tight and needy pussy, her horny
cunt
. Her thinking processes had changed so drastically in the past several months. She would never have even
thought
of using a word such as cunt just a short time ago. Her self-improvement plan had yielded some unexpected results and oddly, her goal had changed. No longer did she seek to win back her husband's affections. If he couldn't see the provocative, naughty,
hot
bitch he was married to, it was his loss.
She had always been an attractive blonde, now she was a gorgeous blonde with wavy hair that fell down far past her shoulders. While not a tall woman at only 5'5" in height, she possessed gorgeous legs that looked great in high heels. Sarah owned several pair and treated herself to a few more pairs after her workout regimen resulted in her legs becoming even sleeker and shapelier. She tipped the scales at only 105 pounds and a very taut, tight 105 pounds at that. Her chest was firm with high, pink nipples. She knew that her 34D-22-32 figure could rock any outfit she chose to wear. She had even been bold enough to borrow a few sexy outfits from her daughter Meaghan, who was more than happy to lend them to her. Her daughter saw and loved the changes in her new and sexy mommy, even if her husband did not.
In fact, it was Meaghan who started Sarah down the path she had undertaken. Meaghan listened as her mom vented her frustration over her relationship with her father. At that time, Sarah had wanted to improve her relationship with her husband, to win back his affections. His Christmas gift last year had been appliances. She wanted provocative lingerie. Meaghan saw her mom's crestfallen face and she counselled her mom while her father watched a Christmas movie.
"Daddy's an idiot!" Meaghan said of her father as she and her mom shared a few drinks. "All of my friends know that you're a MILF! Why doesn't he see it?"
"MILF?" Now Sarah knew what it meant, she smiled as she recalled her earlier naivetΓ©.
"Yes, it means Mother I'd Like to ..." Meaghan hadn't finished the sentence before Sarah had figured out the meaning behind the words. She actually laughed a bit nervously at her daughter's compliment.
"Your friends really think I'm attractive?"
"Not attractive, mom, they think you're hot!" Meaghan hugged her mom. "Some of my friends have told me they come around more often when they know you're going to be around. I can understand why. Okay, you need to change your wardrobe a bit, maybe tone up a bit around the midsection, but otherwise, you could model. Just to let you know β not all of your admirers are
guys
, either!"
"Really?"
"Sure, these are modern times, mom. Lots of my girlfriends are into other girls and older, sexy women. We figure that you should go for it while you've still got the time," she grinned at her mom.
"Have you ever ...?"
"Been with a girl?" Meaghan responded. "Oh yeah, lots of times. More girls than men. Girls are fun, mom!" The girl confessed. Sarah was a bit flabbergasted by this update. She and her daughter were close, yet sex talk was not often on the table. The liberal amounts of wine had loosened both of their tongues.
"I think I'd be too terrified to try it," Sarah confessed. "I'm a bit too old for that sort of thing now and then, there's your father ..."
"FUCK Daddy," Meaghan responded. "Or rather, don't fuck him. If he is too oblivious to see what a hot piece of ass he's married to, find someone who gets horny just at the sight of you. If you want some volunteers, I can make you a list," she giggled.
"Me and a younger lover," Sarah smiled as she allowed herself to briefly contemplate the idea. "It sounds like a trashy romance novel."
"Or one of those erotic novels I like, sure thing, mom," Meaghan poured more wine for them both. "I think you'd really enjoy sexing it up with a girl. You're sexy and passionate, you look great in clothes and women can really push your buttons. Seriously, you ever want to stray over to the other side of the street, let me know."