I won't take a lot of your time; I'll just get the simple stuff out of the way quick. My name is Darlene and I am celebrating my fortieth birthday this year. I grew up in rural Kansas, where they roll up the sidewalks at ten at night and don't sell beer on Sunday.
I live on a farm in a small town called Maple Hill outside of Topeka where my husband farms. I teach match at the local middle school, I baked cookies for my children for Sunday school; and wear conservative blue jeans and loose tops to hide my 36C's.
I am also a closet slut; and no I am not in the least ashamed of it. I met my husband at Kansas State when I got my teaching degree; we've been married for twenty-one years and yes we love each other very much.
Daniel knew of my love of sex when we met, I made no bones about it. When I hit college and that wonderful world of cocks opened up to me; I went nuts. I've been going nuts ever since.
Oh Daniel would be considered above average in the sex drive department by today's conservative rural standards. He makes sure he screws my brains out at least twice a week or more; but honestly, I could do it every damn day and it wouldn't be enough.
We have two sons, Luke and Paul; and yes almost everyone around here finds some way to put a bible on their kids' name. The boys are nineteen and twenty and both in college. Yes, they are both from Daniel, I am very sure of that. Why would I say that; because Dan isn't the only cock that's plumbed my pussy in the last twenty years.
What people don't know, doesn't hurt them; and that includes my personal life. Dan and I make frequent trips to Topeka, which has a fairly large swinger population. We have attended numerous parties, where both Dan and I have "partaken" as one would say.
No offense, there is nothing hotter than watching Dan screw another tight pussy; while some guy is shoving a dick up me. And sometimes we would go just because I was itching, and Dan knew it. He would happily let me bang a couple of big cocks, while he sat and had a cold beer.
Before you judge our lives, go live your own. Everyone has a different way to get through life, sex just happens to be mine. No, I don't love every cock that comes by, I love my husband. But when the ache hits, the brain tends to die and getting a good dicking can reset the blood flow.
Well, all that came to a screeching halt when COVID hit. Hell, everything went crazy. The parties vanished, the traveling stopped; and worst; the boys came home. Needless to say, by month two I was fucking coming unglued.
Rubber only goes so far; and after two months of shoving one up you; you REALLY miss a good cock; and your brain tends to not work right. Things you would never have considered in your former life start to take hold.
It started when Paul came into the house without his shirt on. COVID hit in March and by the end of May the heat was setting in. Paul is about six foot and had played football in high school.
When a twenty year old chiseled sweat slick chest walks by; I thought I would wet my panties, and it wasn't from piss. I just froze at the sink and watched him walk over and get a cold drink out of the fridge. When he tipped the bottle back and arched his chest out, I watched those biceps ripple. My eyes shot down to the bulge in his jeans, my panties stuck to my crease.
I turned around, and without a word walked out of the kitchen, up the stairs to my bedroom, and closed the door. I pulled out my nine inch little friend, laid on the bed; and fucked myself to a screaming orgasm as the image of my bare chested son burned in my mind.
As always, sensitive Dan picked up on my mood like a hawk. He didn't say anything that day; but as we got ready for bed that night, he cornered me in the bathroom.
"So what's going on Dar" he asked.
"Nothing" I mumbled.
"Bullshit" he scoffed. "The last time I saw you like this I had been at the chemical seminar in Kansas City and you hadn't had sex in two weeks."
"Fuck off" I sighed.
Dan came up behind me as I stood at the sink brushing my teeth. I literally dropped my toothbrush in the sink when his hand shot under my short night shirt, and two thick fingers drove into me from behind.
"Fuck" I gasped as a wet squelch signaled just how soaked I already was.
"You're fucking dripping" Dan pushed his fingers deeper.
"Please" I gasped even as I gripped the sink edges.
His fingers set that slow teasing pace he knew drove me insane. God he had been playing my body for twenty years and knew every trick. My belly flipped when his finger tips scrapped that spot at the top of my pussy, and I squeaked as my knees shook.
"Who is it?" he asked; his voice hot in my ear. "Who did you see?" he pressed.
"Don't...please baby" I groaned.
I was trying to warn him but he would have nothing to do with it. His fingers kept tormenting me, making me hang on that edge of heaven, without letting me fall. But it was his next words that sent a shock wave through my body.
"Which of them" his voice was rumbling; "which of the boys did you see?"
I wanted to deny, refuting his words. I was a good mother; no mother had the thoughts I had earlier today. But my mouth opened, my legs quivered; then those fingers scraped across my G-spot; and only one word popped out of my mouth.
"Paul" I gasped.
"Twenty year old...strong, powerful biceps holding you down; while his thick cock fills you again and again." Dan's voice painted a picture that flared in my mind.
"Shit" I grunted, and came.
My whole body jerked as I clung to the bathroom sink, hot juices gushing out around Dan's fingers to splatter to the bathroom floor. I stared into the mirror, into the face of a woman in heat; as my own juices ran down my thighs. The image of my son banging the shit out of me was filling my brain.
"Bastard" I pulled my quivering body away from Dan. "Do you know how indecent you are" I huffed; and marched for the bedroom.
I want to say I made my husband go without sex that night; I was so pissed at him. Unfortunately my body doesn't always follow my brain; and Dan knew every fucking trigger. It only took his raging hard cock, and some well placed kisses on my skin, and I was putty.
Dan did everything right; slowly licking me; then sliding in deep. Slow powerful strokes that made my body climb again. In the darkness of the bedroom, I tried to rid my mind of the image of Paul, but it wasn't working; and worse; every time I thought of him, my climax drew closer.
But it wasn't me that tipped the scale, it was Dan. I could feel his cock thickening inside me; I heard the familiar catch in his breathing. I reached up and stroked his nipples above me.
"Yesssssss" I moaned. "Cum in me baby, fill me" I rasped up at him.
"I cumming...mom" Dan whispered above me.
I felt his cock jerk as I opened my mouth, heat filling my belly. The image of Paul's face in the darkness; and my body erupted.
"Paulllll" I moaned as my belly jerked.
Cream filled me, and cream pumped out of me; all at the same time. I was having one of those wonderful, toe curling orgasms; as my husband drove the image of our son into my fevered brain.
