Family Forbidden Taboo Erotica for Women Box Set

by Patricia Parks

  "So...Surprised?"

  "Oh yea!"

  "Good birthday?"

  "phew...Great Birthday!"

  "Mine's only nine months away, you know."

  My wife smiles...

  The End.

  I Need You

  I'm in the car. I'm almost there, and she has her instructions. She's waiting for me.

  It's night, and the house is dark. I come in through the front door and drop my stuff at the table. I can't wait to see her. I walk up the stairs to the bedroom.

  A bedside lamp is on.

  I stop in the doorway and watch her. She knows I'm here because she heard the door and my footsteps on the stairs. But she can't see me because she's blindfolded. She's laying on her back in bed, naked, legs spread wide, and she's playing with herself with her favorite vibrator. I can hear her moaning softly.

  She's a beautiful woman. Young and short and dark, with full lips and breasts. I watch as she moves her hips against the vibrator in her hand. She's pushing it in deep tonight, a sign that she's really hot for sex.

  Instead of moving into the room, I stand and enjoy the show for a moment. She knows I'm watching. I can tell it's turning her on, and she puts on a show by arching her back and moaning a little louder. She throws her arm wide and grabs at the sheets. It's her way of enticing me to join her.

  I undress. I can see that she's close to orgasm. She must have been at this for a while. The sheets underneath her are damp.

  She moans louder, and starts to buck her hips, and I know she's cumming. She pushes the vibrator in deep, and holds it there. Her movements are jerky and her legs are trembling. I take in the sight of her, and gently touch my cock as I watch. Finally, she collapses.

  After a while, her movements become slow and languid. Then the vibrator begins to move again. Gentle and shallow.

  Quietly, she says, "I need you."

  I go to her. I place the flower I brought for her on the bedside table, and lay down on my side next to her. Within arms reach, but not touching her. I say, "don't speak tonight. Just listen, and do what I say."

  She smiles a little.

  I tell her, "We're going to play a game. Your part of the game is to lay there silently and masturbate. You're blindfolded so that you can focus on what you feel. My part of the game is to ask you questions about what you want me to do to you while you masturbate. If you want to do what I say, keep playing with yourself. If you're hesitant to do what I suggest, slow down. If you don't want me to do something, stop masturbating and I won't do it. Understand?"

  She doesn't say anything. But she moves her hips slightly, and pushes the vibrator a little deeper inside her.

  I'm watching her. I speak in a slow, quiet voice. "Good. Let's start easy. I'll set the scene. You're home. It's late at night. You're lying in bed, naked and blindfolded. You're using your vibrator to play with yourself as I watch, naked, beside you. First question... do you want me to kiss you while you masturbate?"

  Her strokes with the vibrator are deep and slow. She likes it that way. I lean forward and gently touch my lips to hers. Our kiss is soft, passionate, and lingering. I run my tongue across hers. As we kiss, I can feel her body moving, masturbating underneath me.

  I move away to ask her my next question. "Do you want me to touch you?"

  She smiles, and continues to play with herself. I reach my hand forward, and softly caress her collarbone and neck. I see her relax, and as I run my fingertips down her arm, she takes a deep breath. I tickle the inside of her elbow, and caress her stomach. My hand goes up to her breasts, and I tug gently on her nipples. I carefully roll them between my fingers. When I move my hand down to touch the inside her thigh, she jumps a little, and sighs.

  She spreads her legs wider for me. I lean in to kiss her again. I caress her pussy lips while she uses the vibrator. She moans a little as we kiss. My fingertips are wet, and I softly rub them against her clit.

  She's enjoying herself. She's shifting her hips, and moaning softly. I move my mouth to her ear, and flick her earlobe with my tongue. I whisper, "can I put something in your mouth?"

  My change in tone clearly excites her, and she masturbates harder. I ask, "whatever I want?"

  She agrees. My fingers are slick with her juices as I raise them to her lips. Her mouth is already open, waiting. As I push them in, she sucks on them. Just the fingertips at first. Then I push two fingers deeper into her throat, and I watch as she moves her hips against the vibrator.

  I whisper into her ear again. "Such a dirty girl. Blindfolded, playing with yourself, and sucking on my fingers. I bet you wish you were sucking on something else of mine, don't you?"

  She thrusts her hips off the bed, and pushes the vibrator harder inside her.

  I've been laying on my side this whole time, facing her. Now I push myself up off the bed. Without warning, I grab her under her arms, and pull her sideways. I reposition myself and pull her again, until her head tilts backward off the side. The new position excites her, and she rocks her hips from side to side while she masturbates. She's using the vibrator much more quickly now.

  I stand back to watch her for a minute. The blindfold is still in place. She's pushing the vibrator in deep.

  I play my gambit.

  "Do you want to slow down?"

  Her brow furrows a little as she thinks it over. If she agrees to do it, she'll slow down and continue masturbating. If she doesn't want to do it, she has to slow down to tell me so.

  She whimpers a little, and slows down. Her head is still leaning backward over the edge of the bed. I approach, and touch the tip of my cock to her cheek. She immediately opens her mouth, and I move my cock over to her tongue. Once she has the head of my cock in her mouth, she sucks on it greedily. She extends her neck to get more of it inside.

  I know she wants me to ask her something else so that she can masturbate faster again. I move my cock slowly in and out of her mouth. When I speak, my voice is slow and husky.

  "You look so sexy, sprawled out below me, playing with yourself, with my cock in your mouth. I see that vibrator deep inside you and wish it was my cock. Push it in a little deeper for me."

  She does.

  "Better. Do you want me to push my cock deeper inside your mouth, too?"

  Now she cheats a little. She reaches behind me with one of her hands, and pulls me harder onto her mouth. She begins to masturbate more quickly again. I push my cock deeper into her throat, and she masturbates faster still. I know she likes oral. She likes to take my cock deep in her throat; it's always been a bit of a game for her. I can feel her swallow against me now. But while she likes giving oral, she has always refused to swallow my cum.

  She's enjoying herself so much that I decide it's time for another gambit. "Do you want to swallow my cum?"

  I see a look of frustration pass over her features while she slows down for a moment. Then she speeds up again.

  I'm still pushing my cock into her mouth. I move my hand down between her legs, and place my hand on hers. I help her push the vibrator into her pussy. I'm not pushing hard, but I can see that this excites her.

  "You're going to have to be clearer than that. If you want to swallow my cum like a dirty girl, I want you to moan against my cock and pump your hips against the vibrator. If not, I want you to slow down."

  She pulls me harder into her mouth, moans, and starts humping her hips against the vibrator.

  Her enthusiasm has its effect. I'm dangerously close to coming now. I move my cock out of her mouth and position my balls where she can lick them. She uses her tongue eagerly. I reach down to play with her nipples.

  She's arching her back a little now, and I know she's close. The vibrator is moving fast and hard inside her. She moves her hand to grip at the sheets. I can see a little sweat on her stomach. I close my eyes and focus on the feel of her tongue on my balls. She sucks one of my balls into her mouth as I'm stroking my cock.

  The thought of her swallowing my cum pushes me to the edge.


  I lower my cock to her mouth. She takes the tip of it quickly, and I can feel the tip of her tongue as she swirls it around. She's moaning loudly, and begins to buck her hips. She pushes the vibrator in deeply, and holds it there as I start to cum.

  There's no hesitation as she sucks on my cock. The vibrator is still deep in her pussy.

  Both of our orgasms are long, and when we're both done, she continues sucking softly on my cock. I slowly back out, and watch her as she swallows. She licks her lips. Her legs tremble a little, and her breathing is deep.

  I kneel down, and kiss her brow. She's upside down and it's awkward, but I move forward to kiss her lips tenderly. As we do so, her movements are slow and languid as she raises her hand to cup my cheek.

  "You're beautiful," I say.

  The End.

  A Shoe Store Fantasy

  I was headed to the local mall with my wife, using a couple of precious kid free hours to our advantage. I had two objectives: buy a pair of flip flops and some sunglasses for our Disney cruise next month. My wife, as usual, had her own purchases to make.

  When we arrived, we headed towards the shoe store. I love shoe stores for two reasons: I love perusing all the sexy women's shoes that my wife doesn't like to wear, and I love noticing the sexy women with sexy feet trying on said sexy shoes. An attractive woman in the right pair of heels drives me absolutely out of my mind. I work in a bank building, and there isn't a day that passes when I don't almost break my neck while waiting for the elevator because I happen to hear the click of dress shoes on the marble floor and can't resist turning to look. More often than not, it's a hot young woman in a pair of heels. Clearly the bank knows how to hire.

  Anyway, I would be lying if I didn't admit to being excited about the possibility of seeing a hot female slipping off her shoes and exposing her bare feet before sliding them inside a pair of pumps or t-straps or peep toes or sling backs. Yeah, I guess I have a thing for heels.

  Tonight though, before we even made it inside the store, my attention was drawn to an incredibly hot sales girl rearranging shoes in the men's sneaker section. She was about 5'5" with fair skin covered in light brown freckles, her wavy red hair flowing just past her shoulders. She looked to be around twenty years old, but she could have been older. It's amazing to me how young college age girls look now. I don't remember them looking that young when I was in school, but that's been ages ago, fifteen years to be exact. I'll be 37 years old this year, married with two young kids, and yet as I walked into that shoe store all I could think about was making a beeline towards the sneakers so I could look at and talk to the incredibly cute ginger that was at least 15 years my junior. By that time I had forgotten about my mission to secure flip flops or even my planned side-bar to check out the women's shoe section. My dirty old man sensor, stored securely in my shorts, was going off and pulling me in the direction of the sales girl.

  I needed a closer look, so I walked straight over and picked up a shoe right next to where she was working. Okay, let me back up. First I made sure to take her all in. By that time she was bent over, stacking shoe boxes on a lower level, and as she worked, my eyes focused on her firm little ass covered nicely by a short yellow summer dress. The dress fell across her form perfectly, showing both round cheeks and the slight indentation between them. I also noticed the cute pair of kitten heel sandals she was wearing, and that, as she bent down and leaned forward on her toes, one of her soft, white soles was exposed to me. For a foot guy like me, this was an unexpected treat, akin to a boob guy being in the right place at the right time and being treated to an extended peek at some ample cleavage.

  Had I been alone and either a lot more brave and/or a lot more stupid, I might have walked straight up to her and put my hands right on that fabulous ass of hers or even run my fingers along her sexy foot, tracing the line of her arch. Then I would have spent the next hour or so trying to explain my actions to the mall cop and later to the local authorities.

  Instead, I went for the more subtle tactic of feigning interest in an ugly pair of running shoes so I could talk to her. When I picked them up she turned and looked up at me and smiled, her full red lips spreading across her cute face, and asked me if I needed any help. I was thinking, "Um, yes miss, I really do need your help right now. You can start by sitting down, sliding off those shoes, and placing those sexy feet of yours on my shorts, rubbing my hard cock. Then I'd like to try on every part of you to see just how good you feel." But I played it cool and used my charm to impress her with the ever so clever "Nah, I think I'm just looking around for now."

  She smiled again, her eyes bright and welcoming, with a hint of something I had seen before, only usually when chatting up a girl in a bar, and she reminded me that everything in the store was buy one, get one half off. I wished at that moment that her summer dress was somehow half off, revealing those perky young tits of hers and her little erect nipples, and that she was trailing kisses down my chest working those lips toward my ever hardening cock.

  Of course she wasn't, and after telling me to let her know if there was anything at all she could help me with, she slowly walked away, on to straighten other shoe boxes. As she left, I noticed how tone and lean her legs were, her fit calves ending perfectly at delicate little ankles. The little heeled sandals she wore were flipping up and down as she walked, teasing me with quick peeks at her sexy little bare feet. My mouth would enjoy the trip from those cute little feet of hers, sucking and kissing their way from her soles, arches and toes, all the way up her legs to the inside her thighs, finally covering her clit and pussy. It has been a while since they had made that exciting of a trek.

  "Weren't you here to get flip flops?" my wife asked, snapping me out of my daydream. "You already have sneakers, and besides, those are hideous."

  "You don't like these?" I said, pretending to be interested, "Well okay then, where are the flip flops?"

  Turns out the flip flops had been right behind me. I guess I hadn't noticed since I was busy admiring the tight young body of the sales girl. By the time I began looking through their selection, the present object of my desire had made her way to the nearby register and was talking to the store manager. I caught myself looking at her more than I should and making eye contact as I browsed the shoes. I made sure to make my funny comments and jokes (or unfunny comments as far as my wife was concerned) loud enough for the redhead and her boss to hear. They were both laughing at what I was saying and making comments back, interjecting and giving me their opinions on some of the ridiculous pairs I was picking up. She thought I was funny, but of course she didn't have to live with me.

  Her smile was intoxicating, she was absolutely gorgeous. Instead of trying on these flip flops, I wanted desperately to be bending her over the counter and fucking her from behind, smacking that tight little ass of hers. If real life were like a porno I would have been by now. And of course her manager would have been a much younger and much hotter version of her current self and she would have joined us in a steamy threesome ending with the two of them fighting over who was going to be covered in my cum. Alas, this was real life, and my wife was right here making sure that my overt flirting and threesome negotiating were kept to a minimum.

  I finally narrowed my choices down to three pairs and went to try them on at a bench next to the counter. My wife made her way over to the women's shoes to look for a half price pair. I tried on the shoes while continuing to make small talk with the hot sales girl. She offered her thoughts on the flip flop choices before turning to ring up a woman and her two kids. The woman was buying a pair of pumps that looked like they were five inches or so and were a bright orangish color that I can only assume was coral. When she left, the sales girl came back over to me.

  "Have we decided yet?" she said.

  "I think so," I said, "I went with the pair that looked the least unattractive on me." I held up the pair that I had decided on.

  "Nice, those looked good on you," she smiled.

  "Oh really," I said, "I w
as thinking I should go with some of those white old man sandals over there."

  "Whatever! You're not that old yet," she laughed.

  I looked over towards my wife, who was still looking over the women's shoes. I could have walked over to see if she was almost ready to go or I could hang out at the register with this redheaded vixen who I was chatting up a bit. I decided to hang where I was.

  "So, do you sell many of those bright heels?" I laughed.

  "The coral ones? Yeah. I actually have a pair of them. I love em, and they look good on. I'm pretty sure my Lit professor from this past semester loved them too. I wore them to one of our office meetings and he couldn't stop staring at them. I kept busting him. I got an A in his class," she laughed.

  I really had no idea how to respond to that. I wanted to say "I bet they look great on you" or "I'd like to see them on you" but the first seemed borderline creepy and inappropriate and the second definitely was. Those, however, were two of the least sexually overt thoughts that went through my mind, most of which involved her coral heel clad feet in my hands and/or up in the air. The ironic part of her comments was that as she was talking, I had stood up and was checking out her feet. They were perfectly shaped and neatly manicured, her sexy little toes painted with a deep pink color, a silver toe ring on one of her right toes. Her feet were begging to be tasted.

  Before I could offer any response, my wife walked up, unable to find anything she wanted. It looked like neither our next pair of shoes nor the yellow sundress was going to be half off today. As we were checking out, the manager and the redhead were discussing new movies that had just come out or were coming out that week, including The Avengers and the new Men in Black movie. "We're waiting for the new Madagascar movie to drop," I chimed in, "When you are our age, you only get to see kids movies."

  "Sounds like you two need a date night," the manager said.

  "Yeah, we absolutely do," my wife agreed.

  "Yeah, I can babysit," the sales girl offered, half jokingly, and I swear when she said it she looked at me and winked.