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 – 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 naiveté.
"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 – 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."
Sarah and Meaghan talked for several more hours that Christmas and a few days after. Try as she might, the images of Meaghan and some of her friends danced through Sarah's fantasies. Meaghan was a sensual brunette and there wasn't one of her friends that weren't equally seductive. The newly-inspired Sarah wondered just which of her friends Meaghan had slept with. From their more recent conversations, she would not have been astonished if Meaghan had said "All of them" by way of a response.
Once a bit of kindling had lit her fire, Sarah's would not be extinguished. It began to burn as hot as a bonfire. Many of Meaghan's friends fueled new erotic fantasies for the horny and neglected mommy. There was gorgeous, Asian Gail who had been at their home a few nights prior and had been wearing a very naughty Santa suit, with a skirt indecently short and thigh-high boots. There was the long-haired Deborah, with her beguiling blue eyes, sexy Texas accent and incredible body. A new friend from Meaghan's work had been close by Sarah's side all evening and Sarah could certainly imagine her own body entwined with that of Jurgita. There was lovely little Thomasina, who Meaghan called "Tommie" and had been her friend since kindergarten. In the days that passed, all of Sarah's fantasies were of herself and hot young girls and horny neighborhood mommies. She even got out her favorite dildo from years past and jilled herself every night at the thoughts of women and girls eating her. Sarah's changes started the night her daughter put the thought in her head.
Although she usually found such things to be stupid, pointless and trite, Sarah made a New Year's resolution, with Meaghan acting as her witness. Before she met her husband at a function they were to attend, she said to Meaghan that she was planning to "live a little" and intended to join a gym. On January 2nd, not quite a year ago, Sarah kept her promise and started her campaign of self-improvement.
Sarah didn't allow her reserve to falter, not even for an instant. She went to the gym religiously and consulted with a personal trainer, the very *ahem* luscious and aforementioned Gail. When the girl made subtle and coy little flirtatious overtures, Sarah didn't flinch and flirted right back. Gail gave her helpful tips on her workout regimen, suggesting that Sarah didn't overdo it. She listened and allowed herself some indulgences, like pizza and cold Pepsi. She began to spice up her wardrobe and threw away anything that had the slightest hint of "housewife". As she had her own money, Elliot didn't notice the dip in their joint bank account. To her surprise, one evening he paid her a compliment on how great she looked and how pleased he was with her new look. Sarah felt as if she could have smiled for a week. It was only when her husband went out to shoot pool with "the boys" that it hit her. Elliot wasn't going to change enough to be what she needed. It was a matter of too little, too late.
She was proud of herself and her resolve to be, cliché or not, "the best that she could be". Once again, as it had been before becoming a wife and mom, her body was taut, toned, tan and sleek. When Gail complimented her one afternoon and offered a peck on the cheek, she returned Gail's kiss with a full-on kiss on Gail's lips. The girl was stunned and Sarah was thrilled at her own boldness. It wouldn't be her last kiss with another woman, or her last kiss with Gail.
That night, she used her new vibe to jill herself into 3 separate, hot cums. When Meaghan made a slight comment about "noises" that previous night, Sarah didn't even blush once. She just nodded and sipped her coffee.
"Tommie actually spied on you a couple of days ago," Meaghan admitted to her naughty mommy. "She was coming over to hang out and saw you by the window in your shorts and crop-top. She watched you for a few minutes and told me it took all of her willpower not to rush in to our house and strip you and girl-fuck the shit out of you!"
"God, that's hot!" Sarah breathed. "I almost – no, I DO wish – that she had! I'd have let her do it; she is a fuckable, hot redheaded bitch!"
"Good for you mom, good for you!" Meaghan laughed and clapped her hands with delight. "She said it wasn't the first time this year that she watched you, she's spied on you a few times. I could set something up, if you want me to?"
Sarah thought about that for a moment and then, shook her head "no". She had come up with her own, perverted scheme which she shared with her daughter.
Her idea had been a simple one – have her daughter invite Tommie over to hang out and when the girl arrived, Sarah would present her with the excuse that Meaghan had gone to run an errand and would be back soon. Of course, when the young redhead arrived, Sarah would be in the living room, trying on some new, slinky lingerie, totally "unaware" that she had an observer lurking outside.
Sarah enjoyed the illicit thrill she was getting from putting on her show. She had purchased several new items of intimate apparel and was enjoying the fun of trying things on. She hoped the teen lesbian was salivating over her nearly nude form. After all, Sarah had worked a lot of hours to attain it.
She strutted and swayed and felt a bit like an exotic dancer, putting on a show for her kinky audience. Sarah now possessed a body that matched any stripper and it thrilled her to know that someone was lusting after her. Especially since that someone was a sexy teenaged redhead who was to be her first experience with another girl. She felt no guilt over her actions because if Elliot wasn't interested, she had a bevy of admirers from which to choose.
For what seemed like an eternity, Sarah displayed herself for her unseen admirer. She did fear that perhaps someone else might be watching and then, realized that she didn't care. She was proud of her body and if someone was getting off on her, how naughty it made her feel! She was still doing her little display when she heard the front door open and she watched delectable young Tommie enter the room with no small amount of trepidation.
