…Catching my daughter sleeping with her boyfriend…
…Stealing Phil away from her…
…Sucking that eighteen year old dick…
…Riding on top - showing him what a more experienced woman can do…
Carol almost came and had to calm herself down before she joined her husband in the bedroom. When she finally did, she was well beyond worked up and desperate for her husband to penetrate her. Unlike the first night, Carol switched up their positions frequently, dragging Ben from one part of the bed to the other. As she came that night, her thoughts were on that eighteen year old dick fucking her all night long. Ben came almost simultaneously and fell upon his wife.
“Wow, that was intense,” he complimented. “Aren’t you glad we did it again tonight?”
Carol kissed him on the cheek, “Not nearly as glad as you will be when we do it again tomorrow.”
*******
The next morning Ben woke up early and went to the computer. He wanted to snoop on his wife’s activities on the internet before she got up and he had about fifteen minutes before he needed to be in the shower. Clicking onto her icon on the Windows sign-on page, it prompted him for a password. Okay, so she wants her privacy, he thought. It still frustrated him slightly, but the fact that they had sex two nights in a row was not something he was going to complain about.
The third night
t – r – o – u – b – l – e ENTER
Click. Open the browser.
Click. Open the bookmarks.
Click. Open WARMUP.
Click. Carol pressed the link for LESBIAN and let her eyes wander over all the soft flesh. Her fingers were already on her pussy, teasing her own mound and rubbing herself as she watched the naughty girl-girl acts come to life on her computer screen.
Earlier that night she was watching one of her regular sitcoms when two female characters kissed on the mouth. Ben was in the kitchen getting a snack and missed the kiss and Carol didn’t bother to tell him. But the whole night she thought about the two women kissing and her ‘warm-up’ time would be a perfect opportunity to explore that fantasy.
Most of the images and videos were from a company called Sapphic Erotica. The girls were all extremely attractive and had nice bodies, albeit most of them couldn’t have been more than twenty one. The camera work was well done and the kissing… Oh, the kissing was very sexy. Carol was feeling exceptionally dirty tonight. Here she was, a married conservative mother rubbing her clit watching these sexy young girls licking each other, grinding against each other, shoving vibrators into each other’s pussies. Her whole body was on fire as she watched a whole set of movie clips that featured a MILF getting licked by a girl in pigtails. The older woman was grabbing onto her pigtails and grinding her cunt up to that teenage tongue. So naughty! Carol thought as her orgasm was building past the point of no return. Her fingers frantically clicked on the next video and she gawked as a new woman ate another younger girl out with skill.
A MILF indeed. The porn star happened to be the same woman from the previous night but this time she was doing the whole girl-on-girl thing. So she likes young men and young women, Carol mused as her body started to shake. The girl was a redhead and lean and probably no older than nineteen. God, she looks like Sarah! She was surprised with the revelation and even more surprised that her fingers never stopped massaging her button. A flood of guilt and perverse pleasure came rushing from the past – a memory of a similar looking girl in a magazine.
Sarah had grown up to be even cuter than she used to be; a sweet teen with a great smile once the braces came off. A sexual thought about her had once invaded Carol’s mind and had been pushed out. Now it was back and the middle aged woman’s wetness coated her fingers. I can’t believe I’m watching this movie, watching a girl that looks just like my daughter’s friend getting licked… Licked by an older woman… Like me. Oh, she likes it! She wants it. Damn I want to lick that nice bald pussy so bad! …Shouldn’t think of her that way but it is so hot. So naughty! That’s it, Sarah, let me lick that little pussy of yours. Oh, you bad girl, Sarah! was what she was thinking as the orgasm shook her from her toes to her head.
With her climax passing, Carol’s guilt started to creep back. Why was she looking at this stuff? Why was she thinking these things? This whole thing was meant for her to be closer to her husband, not exploring her own perverse desires. How could I think of Sarah that way again? She’s the same age as my daughter! The housewife logged off.
“Ben, I’m a little sore down there,” she told her husband as she walked into the bedroom. “Do you think we can skip tonight and do things tomorrow?”
He was disappointed, especially after waiting for fifteen minutes. Ben was rock hard and needed some relief and the idea that he would have to wait was not appealing at all. He spooned his wife and rubbed his manhood against her ass. “Come on, Carol, we can go easy tonight. How about I take care of you first, okay?”
“I don’t know…” she responded, but her husband was already working his way down her body to her wet mound. As he began to lick her pussy, Carol moaned loudly and spread her legs open. Yes, it had been awhile since he even offered to lick her and it felt so good to have his tongue dancing over her clit. His fingers pushing into her hole.
…HER fingers pushing into my hole… she thought. The naughty feeling was returning in strength as Ben continued to stimulate her. She opened the floodgates in her mind and allowed all the dirty fantasies and feelings and images to come rushing back. The whole idea that she was being licked by her husband while fantasizing about a woman was an unstoppable force that crowded out all reason and morality.
…Her sweet little mouth licking pussy for the first time…
…My pussy…
…What a dirty girl she must be to have a MILF seduce her…
…Lick her…
…Finger her…
…Kiss her…
…Make her my lesbian play toy…
…No boys for her…
…Only girls…
…Hot, dirty lesbian sex with a nineteen year old girl…
…Sarah!
“Oh yeah, lick me! Lick me! Yes! Yes! YES!” Carol climaxed for the second time that night, her whole body electrified in pleasure. She quickly sat up and pushed her husband onto his back, grabbing his cock in her hand and sucking him vigorously. He had been waiting so long for some loving that it didn’t take much to get Ben to pop his cork. She jacked him off and watched his cum shoot into the air and land on the sheets. Carol got turned on watching her husband’s semen fly out of his cock head and it came as a great relief in more ways than one; after two strong orgasms fantasizing about women she needed something to balance her out. The last thing she needed was to freak out over ‘going gay’ in her forties.
The fourth night…
Carol kissed her husband hard on the mouth as he lay in bed playing with himself. After twenty one years of marriage she was finally realizing what a turn on it was to watch him jack off. She had caught him many times before in the past, but each time she barged in on him and ruined his moment of self service. Now she was wishing she had watched him for awhile, maybe even let him finish the job while she spied.
“Don’t cum without me,” she whispered as she stepped out of the bedroom and closed the door. Logging onto the computer, she quickly found her way through her website, scrolling through all the options. Tonight was definitely going to involve men in her fantasies. She had to! Last night was too damn naughty to do again and she figured the sight of a dick would bring the focus of their night back on her husband. Her mouse pointer was hovering over the STRAIGHT link, but then she paused and looked below it. She saw the words GANG BANG and impulsively picked that category instead. What she saw was something she had never seen before, not even in her husband’s magazines.
Sure, two men with one woman occasionally popped up in the magazines and in her thoughts. But three men? Four men? Eight men?! One set of pictures was very h
igh quality and the actors and actress all looked very attractive. The girl was sucking on one cock as she held two more in her hands. One cock was in her pussy and a fifth man was pushing his dick into her ass. To be in the middle of all that manliness, Carol considered. To feel that slutty and let all those men use me…
Her pussy was already wet as she slid two fingers up inside of her waiting cunt. The video that played in front of her was of three men jacking off and cumming all over a big breasted woman’s tits. Carol pumped faster, clicking nervously through the various thumbnails as her excitement built.
“Carol? Are you coming in?” came her husband’s muffled voice from behind their bedroom door.
“Yes!” she shouted back. Looking at the clock she realized it had been almost twenty minutes Ben had been waiting. Off went the computer and she rushed to the bedroom, attacking her husband with yet a new set of fantasies ricocheting about in her brain. As she rode his stiffness, her mind created a whole new set of other lovers surrounding her, stroking their manhood in front of her, shoving them in her mouth. She stared at the wall at the conjured image, bouncing away on Ben’s dick.
“What are you staring at?” he asked in a pant.
“Shut up and fuck me harder,” she scorned him.
The fifth night…
“Hurry up in there,” Carol peaked out the window across the street as she waited for Ben to finish up in the bathroom.
“You can start without me,” he called back.
“No way, not until you are safely tucked away in the bedroom. I know you – you’ll peak in on me during my warm-up session.”
“Fine. I’ll be out in just another minute.” He sounded exasperated but Carol could care less. She wanted to do some more exploring on the internet tonight. The floodgates were open and Carol Stanwick was feeling like a new woman these days. Pulling the drapes aside again she watched through the blinds as a red Audi parked in front of the Kinsley house across the street. The girl driving was a pretty blonde that the housewife seemed to recognize but couldn’t put her finger on where she had seen her face. On the other side of the car the door opened and out stepped a tall black man with dreadlocks. He pulled the passenger seat forward and out stumbled Brian Kinsley.
Is that his girlfriend? Carol wondered about the blonde. Is the black man Brian’s friend? He certainly wasn’t from the neighborhood. Knowing everyone else’s business was tough work in the well to do neighborhood and Carol tried to piece together what she was watching, mostly to distract herself.
Brian walked around the car and he and the blonde girl kissed. The driver looked over at Carol in the window and pointed, causing the forty-one year old to instinctively pull back and turn out the lights in the hallway.
“Ben! What are you doing in there?” she rapped on the bathroom door.
“I’m having a fucking heart attack while looking for my medication, do you mind?” he retorted.
Carol rolled her eyes, “It’s on the top shelf, Ben, where you always leave it,” she reminded him again.
Now standing in the dark, she peaked out the window and saw Brian waving to the black man and the blonde as he walked through their front doorway. Before the door could even shut she watched the dark skinned man and the blonde begin a passionate kiss that definitely made her doubt she was dating Brian. The sports car was parked right under a street light and it was impossible to miss his big hands groping into her jacket and her creamy colored hands holding fast the back of his head. The kiss made Carol squeeze her legs together; an interracial relationship was next to non-existent in the middle-upper class housing development and Carol had certainly never had an attraction to black men. But as this chocolate colored stranger to her neighborhood kissed the back of the blonde’s neck and ran his hands down her body, Carol couldn’t help but look on.
The blonde smiled and looked up at the window as her lover groped between her legs. Can she see me watching? the housewife wondered.
The toilet flushed and Carol jumped back from the window and into the office. She hurried her husband into the bedroom so she could begin her warm-up session.
*******
t – r – o – u – b – l – e ENTER
Click. Open the browser.
Click. Open the bookmarks.
Click. Open WARMUP.
Her website looked different and Carol realized she must have accidentally clicked on one of the tabs when the web page was loading because the word “INTERRACIAL” was clearly printed on top and the pictures… Well, the pictures were the likes of that which she would never have picked on her own.
The forty one year old wife’s belly had butterflies and her sexual tension instantly ratcheted up several degrees. The first two nights she had certainly seen some interracial thumbnails to click on but she had no desire to actually view them; black men just didn’t do it for her and the thought never even crossed her mind.
But now here she was staring at a page filled with black men and all of their parts. Big parts. She double checked to see if Ben had closed the bedroom door, then clicked the left mouse button and watched the screen fill with one image after another of white women coupling with black men. She chose one link and then another, waiting impatiently for the websites to pop up; Carol’s fingers were already running along her mound and she realized she was wet to the touch.
The girl in one of the pictures was a brunette and had a haircut just like Carol’s. It was a gang bang pictorial, much like the others she had looked at the night before. No, nothing like the ones from before; this time every man in the picture was black and well equipped with menacingly sized penises. The girl in the image was touching her pussy while on her knees, looking at four black men with their pants undone as they surrounded her. Carol clicked the video.
“Yeah, suck my black dick, bitch!” one of the men told her as he grabbed her by the hair. The others were saying vulgar things as well but she didn’t seem to mind being called names at all. The porn actress smiled and pulled on the biggest cock Carol had ever seen. It wasn’t just long but it was thick as well and it was dark like coffee. While the actress was sucking on the one cock, the others tugged on theirs, each one dwarfed her husband’s dick by several inches. Carol quickly looked over at the bedroom door again to make sure Ben was staying put then turned her attention back to the screen. She grabbed the video player volume bar and pulled it down slightly despite knowing the sound was too low for her husband to hear.
The video clip ended 90 seconds later and Carol’s hand was shaking on the mouse pad. The scene was gritty. The sex was edgy. It was like nothing she had ever considered watching. She clicked the next video and watched the scene pick up again. The girl wasn’t smiling anymore. She was lying on her back with her mouth agape screaming as her pussy was stretched open with a monstrous black dick. “It’s too big!” she cried but neither she nor the black man did anything to stop their sexual act. Instead she took every inch of it; the look on her face was one of amazement and awe, pain and pleasure. The other men were jacking off their huge dark rods as they waited their turn to violate the woman.
Carol’s own fingers were moving as fast as they could now in and out of her sopping wet cunt. Her mouth was dry. Her eyes were fixated and the wave of pleasure sweeping over her body was impossible to stop. She didn’t want it to stop. She wanted the wave to crash and break. She wanted to feel that powerful dick inside of her. She wanted-
The video stopped after 90 seconds. Her mind wasn’t even thinking at this point, only her body was acting. Carol clicked the next video clip and witnessed the woman getting fucked from behind while another massive black dick shoved in and out of her mouth. Her left hand grasped his mighty rod and her wedding ring gleamed in the video shot. The other two men were nowhere to be seen but she didn’t care. When the video ended she hit play again. And again.
“Oh yes! YES YES YES!” she moaned as her body quaked violently and she had a hard time focusing her eyes. She stared at the screen in disbelief, wonderi
ng what had compelled her to even watch such an act let alone become so aroused by it. Of course she knew the interracial kiss she had spied out the window was the culprit. A thick guilty feeling washed over her, knowing full well how Ben felt about ‘darkies’.
Carol also felt tired all of a sudden. She closed out the interracial site and was about to shut the computer down when it donned on her that Ben was still waiting for her in the room, expecting her to be ‘warmed up’. Once again she allowed some perverse fantasy to creep into her thoughts instead of keeping her husband in mind. What was I thinking? Carol’s head was swimming and the heavy sickening feeling like she just cheated on her husband was upon her again. The satisfaction of her orgasm coupled with the dirty feelings she was having conspired to kill her mood to go have sex with her husband, but she knew she would have to explain why she was no longer interested in sex.
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