Erotica: Handcuffing Inhibitions (New Adult Romance Bundle)(Erotic Sex Taboo Box Set)

by Rachel Wilson

  I felt myself starting to get wet. This fantasy isn’t going away by itself, I thought as the garage door clothes.

  Not in the mood for any more housework at the moment, I rush upstairs. As a mature woman, I know when I need it. Something in my stomach just feels different and that feeling just won’t go away unless, well, properly taken care of.

  I lay down on my bed and quickly pulled my pants down while kicking them off my one ankle. No one was home and I was going to enjoy this. My hand slowly pulled my thong to the side as I began to touch myself. Lord, my pussy was soaking. The neighbor had me gushing more than I had in quite some time. I began to rub my clit with thoughts of his hot body ran through my head. My fingers began to move faster as I imagined him on top of me staring into my eyes as he teases me with his hard cock. He knows I want it, but he wants to play hard to get. I start to moan.

  He slowly starts to go deeper and deeper. Every stroke of him has my pussy gushing. He moans as he finally plunges deep inside me. Every inch of him is filling me up. Stroke after stroke I get closer and closer. He grabs a fistful of my hair as he leans down and bites my lip.

  Ring, ring, ring…

  The home phone sounds, as I’m so close. Ahhhh! I slow my fingers down while waiting for the noise to drown away, but the answering machine has to ruin my fun.

  ‘Hello Mrs. Davis, this is Coach Patrick from basketball camp. Wilson doesn’t seem to be feeling well. He just threw up on the court. If you could, please come pick him up as soon as possible. He looks like a ghost and is in no shape to be playing basketball.” Drats, I thought as the machine clicked back to silence.

  No more fun for mommy this morning. I didn’t even try to finish, as the moment was gone. Still, I wasn’t sure how I was going to get that young stud off my mind.

  A college course load of kinesiology combined with an obsessive nature meant Weston wasn’t going to be the scrawny, skinny-fat kid he was in high school. After a few years in the gym, he was starting to see results.

  Not only did he look better in the mirror, but also people looked at him differently. This was especially true with regards to women. In high school, as date to the prom was a struggle for Weston, but these days’ things were different. About a year after he found his love for the weight room, he noticed girls would begin to stare at him while at parties if he wore his favorite V-neck t-shirt.

  The shirt perfectly accentuated his physique and girls often asked to touch his arms or his abs. He’d always oblige them. This was fun for him, but at 19, all he wanted was sex. Lots and lots of random, fun sex. So he began wearing his shirt out and trying to flirt with the girls who stared at him and asked to touch his body.

  After a bit of trial and error, Weston found his niche. He wore his shirt and began trying to hook up with any girl that wanted to touch his arm. He’d tell girls his arms weren’t the only “impressive” part of his physique with a smirk on his face. They’d giggle as he rambled on about his other many talents, which he sarcastically brought up.

  You wouldn’t think telling girls great at thumb wrestling, pillow fighting and dog walking would get them horny, but it was working for Weston. After each brief chat, he quickly would kiss the girl. Ten minutes later he’d invite her back to his apartment to take shots.

  It was that easy.

  However, summertime back at his parent’s house had led to a bit of sexual frustration. Having been out on his own for almost two years, Weston was struggling to find someone to hook up with him in his car. Not having a bed to shag in was quite the cockblock for the young stud.

  So he began focusing all of his efforts on the gym again. And Kelly definitely noticed.

  I’d kept a straight and happy face, but I was missing something. Married with two kids, my sex life with the hubby had been gone for quite sometime. Actually, I can’t even remember the last time we had sex. It certainly hadn’t been for a few years.

  I had assumed I’d be having more sex when I quit my job as a nurse last year. While I loved taking care of others, I needed to focus my attention on my family and my children. Working with one child was ok, but two children left me run down. Working, two kids and a husband all needed to be taken care of. I just didn’t have enough time in the day before I quit.

  While Don wasn’t a bad husband, he was focused on work. He didn’t purposely neglect me, but we all have needs. And Don wasn’t fulfilling his role in fulfilling my needs. And a woman’s fingers can only do so much…

  Plus, I suspect that Don is having an affair with his secretary. Certainly cliché, but it doesn’t make things any better. I don’t know for sure, but every fiber within me is telling me so.

  A day passed by and I couldn’t get the college body off my mind. His body ran through my mind at all times. I’d drift off, daydreaming of his rough hands ripping off my clothing before ravishing me. The feeling of his chiseled abs on my stomach as he took me was running through my mind as I ate dinner with my family. I was dripping wet.

  I lay in bed thinking of what I could do. My husband looked content reading his book as I felt the feeling again while dreaming of my newfound crush. I knew I was being a bad girl, but I couldn’t stop myself. It had been too long.

  A few mornings after, I made sure to take the trash out at the same time again. I had to give myself a chance to lay eyes on him again. I wanted to be bad, but I knew I shouldn’t. I’m married to a loving man, the father of my children. Still, the prospect of him having his shirt off was too enticing to pass up. I needed that feeling in my stomach again. I wanted to rush back up the stairs for a bit more mommy time.

  As the garage flew up, my fingers were crossed. Like clockwork, he pulled up to his house right as I made my way to the garbage bins. The feeling hit instantly this time. I stared. I couldn’t help myself. I even tripped on the curb, but it was worth it. His shirt was off. His muscles were shining in the sunlight. He must have just finished up working out his legs today, I thought, as I couldn’t take my eyes off his bulging calf muscles. The calf muscles that propelled his cocky way of walking - a walk that was exciting me even more.

  Running up stairs, I jumped on the bed. There was no time to take my pants off. My hand was touching my wet pussy as soon as possible. There was no way I was risking not finishing this time. It didn’t take long. A few minutes of him inside as my back was against the wall was all it took. I moaned as my legs started to shake.

  This became a pattern for a few weeks. Shipping the kids off to camp, getting hubby out the door, taking the trash out at 8:30 in the morning, staring and then running up to the bed for a bit of “me time”.

  However, my “me time” began to cloud my thoughts at all times. Instead of focusing on my family or the task at hand, I was continually fantasizing about his touch. Something had to be done.

  Hubby still wasn’t interested and I began to plan. I knew I couldn’t simply walk off and hit on the sweaty, shirtless young man, but I couldn’t continue this “me time” routine. A routine that was making my hormones go wild while only providing so much pleasure.

  He lived only two doors down. His house was across the street from the community mailbox, but there was a problem. The mail never came until the afternoon. I wanted to come in the morning.

  Still, nothing else was coming to mind. And coming with him wasn’t coming close to living my consciousness. I decided to forget to get the mail one day. It was the only way.

  I purposely got the trash ready a few minutes early. With the mailbox key in hand, I felt a rush of nerves flow through my whole being as I opened the garage. These nerves then ended up back in my stomach. The feeling was back and I hadn’t even laid eyes on him yet. I knew I was dripping already.

  The light shone onto my skin and cleavage. I may have been starting to wear revealing clothing on my short jaunts to the trash each morning. I’m a bad girl, what can I say.

  As I threw the trash in the garbage bin, I heard his shiny red sedan speed around the corner blaring his music. The feelin
g in my stomach grew stronger. I briskly walked to the mailbox and opened it up just as he pulled in. Perfect timing,

  He hopped out and glanced my way. It was my opportunity. I waved, “Hey Weston. Glad to see you’re back for the summer.”

  He smiled back, “Good to see you too, Mrs. Davis. It’s been awhile since I’ve been back to the neighborhood.”

  Inside I was bursting with excitement and it took all my mental might to not fantasize about him bending me over the mailbox and taking me right there. However, on the outside I remained calm and continued our pleasantries.

  “The time away seems to have done you quite good. Those muscles of yours are quite big young man.” I exclaimed while attempting to not sound like the naughty cougar I badly wanted to be.

  He giggled, “Thanks. You don’t look to bad yourself Mrs. Davis.”

  I blushed and quickly told him it was nice seeing him again. I needed my “me time” and I needed it now.

  I made a habit out of forgetting the mail each day, only to make sure to grab it each morning. Weston didn’t seem to mind. Each day my wardrobe got a bit naughtier. Each day our chats became a bit flirtier. Still, while I wanted it badly, I knew deep down that it was forbidden.

  I couldn’t ride the neighbor boy until I’m out of breath, my legs shaking as his cum drips out of my soaking wet pussy down my leg as I slide off his big, hard cock to lie on my back, on the bed I share with my husband.

  For some odd reason, I feel that scenario would be frowned upon if it ever hit the neighborhood gossip wires. I know his mother. We used to be in the same book club. She routinely told me about his athletic accomplishments as a pre-teen. I’d be banished from the neighborhood if anything between us ever happened and got out. This thought didn’t help my hormones. The thought of being a bad girl had always exciting me, but I had never been this bad before.

  Sure, a quickie in the bathroom stall with a guy on the football team was fun while in college. However, those types of things just seemed to happen to everyone while in college. Everyone doesn’t seem to have a wild desire to be ravished by a ripped young man of twenty years old, who lives a few doors down.

  Chapter Two

  It didn’t matter what everyone thought or what everyone wanted. I knew I wanted to feel his hands roughly grab my hips as he finds his way inside me from behind. I want his sweat to dip down my spine as he furiously strokes in and out of my tight, little pussy.

  Then one day…

  An opportunity presented itself.

  My “forgetful mail routine turned to flirty chats while wearing what essentially constituted as lingerie” had been successful in attracting the young stud. He was quite flirty with me each morning.

  However, one morning something seemed off. During our brief minute of chatting, I noticed he was visibly upset. So I asked, “What’s wrong with my young stud today?” in a joking manner.

  He exhaled, “Ughhh, Mrs. Davis. I got injured at the gym today. I was benching lightly to end my workout and my back just gave out. I’m hoping it’s just a tweak, but it’s so frustrating to get hurt.”

  “You poor baby. I wish there was something I could do to help you.” I said as I thought about helping him in more ways than one.

  He smiled, “Thanks. I’d take all the help I can get.”

  My mind was racing. He clearly needed a bit of help and I used to be a nurse. Plus, hubby used to have back spasms. I know how to give killer massages and I have the special tape that alleviates back pain when applied somewhere in the house.

  I thought about if I should. I knew I wanted it, but this was my opportunity. The nerves filled my stomach as I blurted out, “I could help you Weston. I used to be a nurse and have massaged many a back pain away during my days.”

  He chuckled and contemplated the idea, “Well, that doesn’t sound too bad actually.”

  Outside I remained calm; inside I couldn’t control my excitement. I’d never wanted anything more than to feel his body and this was my chance.

  “Ok, come on over. I have some tape we can put on after the massage that helps with the pain too.” I said while trying to control my nervousness.

  “Umm, ok.” He mumbled with a somewhat confused look as we began to walk to my house. He didn’t have his shirt on.

  Inside, I tried to keep things normal. My mind kept racing, but that feeling in my stomach kept growing. “Lay down on the couch Weston. I’m going to grab some lotion and the tape upstairs.” I blurted out as I rushed up the stairs.

  I couldn’t find the tape, but I didn’t care. Tape was the last thing on my mind as I made my way down the stairs. Walking to the couch I glanced over at his thick, muscular back.

  He looked up, “Not too rough, Mrs. Davis. It hurts pretty bad.”

  “Ok, I’ll be gentle with the young stud’s back.” I said as we both chuckled.

  As I positioned myself behind him, I was dripping. I knew exactly what was about to happen. I knew exactly what I needed to happen. The first touch of my hands to his back had me at that point. I began losing control. My legs started to shake as I rubbed his hard lats and rugged shoulders. He let out a moan as I gripped his tweaked area with my dainty hands.

  As he moaned, I felt my self-control fading far away. I leaned over and began to massage his biceps and forearms as I tried to press my breasts on his back. He moaned again, but this was a different kind of a moan. This wasn’t a moan from pain. This was a moan of arousal.

  I slowly moved my breasts up to his neck as I straddled his hurt back. My hands began to make their way down his chest. I let out a gasp as a gripped his large, firm pecs for the first time. He arched his head back between my breasts. I moaned as he looked over his shoulder at me. His strong gaze and chiseled jaw was too much.

  I leaned over and kissed him. As if he had wanted the exact same thing, he began passionately kissing me back. He rolled over while continuing to kiss me. His strong hands had a grip on my neck and pulled me down on top of him. I could feel his hard cock press against me as we continued to make out.

  I let out a moan and pulled back as he stared at me. Slipping my lingerie top down, my breasts made their way to him. He moaned as he roughly grabbed them and put his mouth on my nipple. My breathing had picked up and I was grinding my hips on his engulfed manhood.

  I felt his hand slap my ass as he pulled me closer for more kissing. He tugged on my hair as he shoved his tongue down my throat and I came. He hadn’t even touched my wet vagina yet, but I had come.

  As I began to slow down for a second and recover for a second, he twisted his hips. As the young stud’s feet hit the floor, he slowly picked me up as he stood up. He kissed me as he made his way toward the stairs.

  “I thought your back was hurt Weston.” I said in a flirty, but exasperated, post-orgasmic type of way.

  “I am, but I heard there’s some medicine up in your room.” He said as he chuckled while reaching the top of the stairs.

  God, he’s sexy.

  “This is my room.” I exclaimed.

  He threw me on the bed as he got on top of me. I grabbed his lower back and shoved his pelvis onto my clit. He began thrusting as we made out.

  I started to breath heavy again as he began kissing my neck. And then my breasts. And then my stomach.

  He made his way down to my hips and lightly kissed each one, as he began to slide my shorts and panties off. My back arched and my legs lifted off the bed ever so slightly.

  He slowly removed my panties while staring me in the eyes. His gaze sent shivers up my spine as he began to kiss my inner thighs. He held the gaze as he barely ran his lips over my pussy. I squealed. I hadn’t been touched there for over two years.

  He began to tease me with his tongue, ever so gently licking me before moving back to kissing my inner thighs. His breath was hot and my pussy was desperate for more. He began to lick me as I let out a loud moan and grabbed the back of his head. I couldn’t handle any more teasing from his tongue.

  As his tong
ue began to lick my clit, he looked up at me as he put a finger inside me. I lost control. My legs began to shake as he roughly fingered my pussy while he continued to lick me.

  I came again shortly thereafter and he rolled over and grabbed me by the back of the neck. My legs felt like jello, but I was powerless under his grip. He gazed into my eyes again as he told me, “My turn. Suck my cock.” in an exasperated tone.

  I felt my head move towards his cock. He wasn’t waiting around for me to tease him. His hands moved my mouth over his shorts. I quickly pulled his basketball shorts off and his cock emerged, rock hard in a way only a young man’s cock can be.

  I stared at it. I’d never had anything that big, but he wasn’t in the mood for admiration. Pulling my hair between his fingers, he violently shoved my mouth down to his member. I was helpless as he slapped me in the face with his huge cock a couple times. He put the tip of his cock to my lips and I opened up.

  My mouth could barely fit his cock, but he wasn’t worried about my pleasure. A fistful of hair ensured he would be in charge here. He shoved his dick down my throat until I gagged.

  He pulled my mouth off him and looked at me, “Can you handle it Mrs. Davis?” he said with a look of passionate fury.

  A shiver went up my spine, his words had aroused me in a way I’d never felt before. I needed to feel him. I wanted to feel pain. I wanted to be punished.

  And he was going to make sure I was punished for being naughty. He wasn’t the flirty young man with sexy muscles any more. He was a man determined to fuck me ragged. He was going to do anything he wanted to me and we both knew it. My pussy was tingling as he shoved my head back between his legs.

  My lips wrapped around his big shaft as I felt his hand on my neck. I grabbed his cock and began running my hand over his shaft as he shoved it as far down my throat as possible. My gags turned him on.

  He let go of my hair as he leaned his head back to moan. I started to lick his shaft up and down before using my tongue to lick the tip as I wrapped my lips around him again.