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The older wife felt lost. She was home alone again. Like every day
since she'd been laid-off. Her company had gone under and, truth be
told, she'd never really enjoyed the job anyway. Her husband of 22
years made an income that would keep them at least comfortable, so
she'd decided not to look for another job.
But poor Laura had never stopped to consider how she'd fill the empty
hours during the day as John worked as a manager at the plant. They'd
never had children, so taking care of the kids wasn't an option. She
was shy and volunteerism seemed too big a step to take. So here she
sat, once again, staring into the monitor of her computer, trying to
find the best deal on vacuums.
Laura's mind wandered. She thought of John, with his thinning dark
hair, greyish beard and bulky frame. He'd been a weightlifter when
she'd met him. Now he was just a weekend jogger. Sure, he'd gained a
few pounds, but so had she. Fifty years old will do that! All this
time, yet she still wasn't satisfying her husband.
It was as though a switch had been turned off in her body when she got
married at 28. For John, it was the opposite. John wanted sex every
day. Laura, never a day. Yet John proclaimed faithfulness and Laura
believed him. But how did he manage when she was so selfish with her
body?
Suddenly, her monitor flickered and her computer locked-up. Her mouse
wouldn't move. The keyboard keys wouldn't function. She finally
unplugged it and plugged it back in. Hitting the start button, she
held her breath. A note on the screen informed her that her hard
drive could not be found. Several more attempts yielded similar
results.
Frustrated, Laura headed into her husband's home office and found his
computer already on. She shook the mouse to overcome the screensaver
and pulled up Google. As she typed the "V" for vacuum, an
autocomplete function typed in previously searched words. "Vagina
hairless" came into view. What had her husband been looking at?? She
followed the links and found pictures and videos of women of all
shapes, sizes, colors and ages with shaved vaginas.
As Laura followed the links, she found her shock growing even as her
panties, to her own dismay, grew more wet with excitement. She
pictured John sitting in the very same chair, masturbating. She
thought of him cumming as he looked at the videos. She turned on the
speakers and watched a middle-aged "milf" masturbate. The sounds of
her moaning and gasping were almost too much! What was a "milf,"
anyway? She opened another video from the website and watched as a
woman who looked much like herself, a tad overweight and all, tweaked
her nipple with one hand while she plunged a finger into her ass with
another. Finally, she moved from her nipple to her pussy and put 4
fingers into herself and shuddered as she came, crying out loudly.
Laura looked down to realize her housepants were drenched. She was
breathing hard and felt strangely excited. She went back to Google
and typed in other letters to find other autocomplete words. "A"
brought "ass licking." The videos were dirty, wrong and completely
enrapturing. Laura watched them all and pictured John down below her,
licking her butt with his warm, moist tongue. Suddenly, without even
touching herself, Laura came. She shuddered and shook hard.
Laura, totally bewildered by this response, got up and went to the
bedroom. She toweled off and changed into a robe. But, for some
reason, she chose not to put on panties. As if on autopilot, the
middle-aged housewife, wearing only a robe and no underwear, kept
thinking about the pictures and videos. She went to the kitchen for a
glass of water. After drinking, she looked at the spatula and had the
urge to shove it up her pussy. Laura walked out quickly, scared of
her own thoughts. "I have to clean-up John's chair and close the web
browser," she thought to herself.
Yet the pull was unbelievable. She just had to look at more. "B"
brought "Bang Bros." videos. Guys in vans would pick up girls and
then get them to agree to be filmed giving blowjobs and being fucked
while the van drove around the city. "Fucked?" Laura wondered???? "I
don't talk like that!" Yet now, those very words were running through
her mind. She watched one girl, about 30 years old, lick the man's
balls before sucking his cock. Then she bent over and took a cock up
her cunt while another man was being sucked off by her mouth. "Suck
him, bitch. Take that cock deep, whore! Lick it clean after he
cums!" Laura was shocked as she heard herself gasp those words, but
she couldn't help herself. More than that, she found her hand at her
crotch, rubbing it viciously.
"Fuck it," she said as she pulled her robe back, exposing her firm B-
cup breasts and her dark patch of pussy hair. And with that, the
prim, shy, proper housewife began to masturbate openly- legs spread
wide. She finished the "Bang Bros." videos and then went to the
"C's:" cum-swallowing. She'd always rejected John's attempts to get
her to swallow his seed. But on video, it was damn exciting! And
then Laura watched as a man fucked a woman from behind while another
woman lay under her eating her in a 69. When the man had his orgasm,
he came inside her pussy. When he pulled out, the woman below lifted
her head and began sucking the cum out of the just-fucked pussy while
the first woman moaned loudly and came all over her face. The woman
on bottom was drenched in sperm and cunt-juice and seemed to love
it.
The housewife watched it again, pulling on a nipple and rubbing her
clit. As the woman in the video came, so did Laura. After several
hours, Laura was spent. She cleaned up the room and put the computer
back to it's original state. The images burned into her mind and she
loved it.
Laura showered and began to fix dinner. She'd hatched a plan. Could
she follow through? Would she?
John arrived home at his usual- 6 PM. He was tired, like always.
He'd long since stopped trying to hug her or kiss her, seemingly
reconciled to his sexless, passionateless marriage. Finally
understanding her husband, Laura was saddened by what she'd been doing
to John all these years as she'd rejected him so often that he finally
gave up. "What's for dinner? Smells good." Laura looked over and
answered. "Pot roast."
At dinner, Laura had the lights low. John hadn't noticed that his
wife was freshly showered or that she was in her short bathrobe. And
why should he? He'd never get anything from her anyway. As dinner
was served, John was facing the oven when his prim, proper wife bent
over to get the biscuits out. Only then- as the robe rode up her ass-
did he notice, with an audible gasp, that his wife wasn't wearing any
panties. He said nothing. Why get her to put some on if she's
obviously forgotten- especially when the main object of his desire,
the woman he loved with all his heart- was letting him she her
beautiful body? Heck, if she'd do that more often, I'd never look at
porn, he thought to himself.
Laura turned back with the biscuits on the sheet and said, "The
potatoes are in the oven. They'll take a few more minutes." With
that, she sat to eat with her husband. She couldn't help but notice a
tent in his lounge pants. After a few more minutes, she decided to
check on the potatoes. Her pussy was so wet just thinking about his
hard cock and her nasty plan that the juice was running down her
thighs. And John noticed it, too, when she bent over, taking her time
to feel the potatoes.
After all was served, they ate in relative silence, watching Jeopardy
on the smallish TV. As usual, Laura finished first. She dropped a
biscuit on the floor and it rolled under the table. As John leaned to
get it for her, Laura held up a hand and went for it herself. And did
she! In a moment, John felt soft, warm hands tugging at the flap in
his lounge pants. A soft, warm mouth engulfed his now freed balls,
sucking them gently. Then she ran a tongue up his cock and back
down. John thought he'd died and gone to heaven.
Laura wondered how brave she might be. She knew John always showered
after work- and today was no exception. But could she? Would she?
She reached up and pulled the pants down, with her husband lifting up
very so slightly to help. And with that, she spread his legs, pulled
him to the edge of the chair and began to tongue and lick his ass
cheeks. Above her, she heard groaning. Taking a deep breath- she was
too far into it to stop now!- she pushed her tongue onto his rosebud.
The moment she did, she heard loudly moaning. She continued to rim
his butt, enjoying the nastiness of it all. And then, something warm
and wet hit her nose.
John had cum without even being touched, much like Laura had earlier
in the day. "In for a penny, in for a pound" she thought to herself
as she began to lick up his cum. It tasted...salty and good. Her
other hand worked her pussy furiously as she licked her way up his
still-hard cock. And she came hard as her mouth engulfed him and her
tongue worked on his piss-slit.
Basking in the glow of her unbridled, lustful orgasm- with the cock
still firmly implanted in her mouth- Laura felt another sensation.
John was lightly peeing. It was warm, nutty, debasing. She loved
it. Drank it all. Finally, she scooted from under the table and
began to clean dishes. John was embarrased, not knowing what to say
(or think). So he left the room to watch TV in his recliner.
That night, they watched a drama and said nothing about what happened
earlier. At bedtime, John came to bed instead of staying up late as
he usually did. No wonder! He doesn't need to cum tonight! Laura
was wrong. They snuggled, spooning, John behind his wife. Laura
still hadn't been fucked, but maybe she'd let all this go and go back
to being herself tomorrow. And then...
John's hand began to softly rub her breast. She turned to protest-
the same frigid response she'd given him years before he finally gave
up on her. But John just planted a french kiss on her lips. His
other hand quickly worked to remove her panties, tearing them off in
the process. She wanted to say, "No," but her pussy betrayed her. It
was already getting wet. His fingers found it and he knew she would
oblige. His cock pressed at the entrance. He entered her slowly,
tenderly. Then his hand found her butt and his finger pressed against
her ass. She struggled, moaning into his mouth. But he would not be
denied. And she...she didn't want him to stop. God help her, she was
loving it. Tonight she was...his whore. His bitch. His slut to use
as he wanted.
The finger entered her asshole and she came, straightening her legs
and spasming around his cock and his finger. John pulled slowly out.
Has he cum already? Then she realized too late- his dick was placed
at the entrance to her ass. It was soaked in her cunt juice and it
slid slowly in. The feeling was amazing. Her moan of "No" turned
into "Oh...yes!" He slid completely inside and she felt a feeling of
fulness that she hoped would never end. She arched her back and
pushed into his cock, trying to get more of him inside her. And then
he began to pump in and out. Her breathing became ragged. She
occasionally moaned, "Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Use me." He continued
to pump. Every withdrawal accompanied by a gasp, every inward motion
eliciting a moan or a "Fuck me." She continued to thrust back against
him.
One hand went to her pussy, working her clit. Another to her nipples,
working one and then the other. Finally, she came so hard so thought
she'd pass out. Her asshole spasmed against his cock and John lost
it- he came inside her. She could feel the cum shooting in her bowels
and it was deliciously nasty. Sweaty and spent, they shared a
lingering kiss before both went to sleep, still attached.
As usual, John awoke and headed to work before Laura was awake. Laura
woke up and made herself breakfast, lost in thought about the events
of the previous day and evening. She promised herself that she'd go
back to being prim, proper and just a normal housewife. Yeah, a
boring fucking housewife who disappoints her husband regularly, she
heard herself say. A fucking frigid bitch who won't even spread her
legs and makes her husband have to resort to porn to get off. Again,
the sadness welled-up within her. Why couldn't she just release
herself to show her love for her husband?
And, as if to check on her beliefs, she walked into her husband's
office and sat at his computer. She googled "cocksucking" on a whim
and found a site with videos of hidden women sucking off men who were
standing at podiums speaking to audiences or women under desks sucking
executives as they had meetings. Seeing them try to maintain
composure as they came all over the hidden women's tits was
incredible. And an idea formed.
Laura sat in John's office, waiting for him to come back from lunch.
She sat...under his large desk, fingering herself and wondering if she
should leave. She was about to get up when she heard John's voice
outside. He had someone with him. John came in and shut the door.
The voices continued as he sat down and scooted up to the desk. Laura
recognized the voice as that of Phil, the office horn-toad, who had
often gazed at Laura's breasts and ass like a piece of meat.
Just then, John gazed down at through the smoky glass top and caught a
glimpse of his wife below. He continued to speak as though she
weren't there. Laura took that as her cue and slowly, quietly
unzipped her husband's pants. She undid the belt buckle and snap.
She pulled it all down very slowly, quietly. And then she began to
lick his balls. Lovingly, gently.
John stifled a moan. Watching his face from below was an incredible
turn-on as he tried to maintain composure. Laura was about to lick
John's ass just as the secretary, Judy, walked in and informed John
that she needed to see him for a moment. Phil excused himself and
Judy remained. Once the door was closed, Laura heard in hushed tones,
"You sure you don't want to reconsider? I'd love to be your lover.
No one has to know. I promise."
John hesitated, not knowing what to say with his wife's mouth on his
balls. "Why do you keep turning me down, John? It'll be the best you
ever had! Can't you just let me please you? Just once?"
So, he has been faithful! Even with secretary 'busty' after him! And
with that, her tongue went straight for his butt. John moaned, not
being able to stop. Judy took it as a "yes." She moved closer, but
John quickly shooed her away. "I'm not even a little bit interested.
I love my wife, like I keep telling you. Get out." He was firm, even
angry with her.
The door slammed and Laura rewarded her husband with more tongue
action as her hand went to his cock, jacking it up and down. John
came with a moan and Laura went into action. As with the day before,
she came as she swallowed his juice. And today, she was rewarded with
a belly full of piss. How deliciously degrading! She came yet
again.
John got up, locked his door and told Judy to hold his calls. "Yes
sir" she responded curtly, still hurting from the rejection. He
pulled his wife from her hiding place, kissed her and tasted his own
seed. He surprised himself and liked the taste and couldn't hide it,
his tongue searching her mouth for any traces of seed left over. Now
his wife knew! And he was hard yet again.
He turned her toward the desk, pulled her pants and panties down and
began to fuck her. Laura stifled her moans and they enjoyed a good,
long fuck. She could feel each thrust and her pussy was wet and
filled. Her nipples ached as she bent over, exposed fully to her
loving husband. After he came, he started to dress again, but Laura
had other plans. She pushed him back on the carpet, onto his back.
She squatted over his face and said softly but firmly, "eat." John
was bewildered, not knowing what to do. But he began to lick
tentatively. Apparently, that was not enough for his dear bride,
because she pushed her wet, hot pussy into his face hard. His tongue
went inside her and he tasted his cum. Now he knew what she was up
to!
John ate his cum from her pussy and Laura came several times. But she
wasn't finished. She slid forward and made him tongue her ass. It
was every bit as good as she'd imagined- and then some. Finally,
after cumming so much she thought she'd pass out, she slid back and
pressed hard on this face. And she slowly began to pee. Turnabout
is fair play! John drank. He had no choice, really. It was either
drink or stain the carpet! And he got hard, which didn't escape
Laura's notice.
Finally, drained and tired, Laura dressed and left the office. Judy,
outside, hadn't seen Laura enter and was a bit bewildered. Laura
simply smiled and walked on, in full control of her faithful husband.
And with plans for that bitch secretary...
That night, she filled her husband in on her plans. He resisted
sharply. What a great husband! His secretary was an absolute knock-
out. Big, firm breasts, thin waist and bubble butt. That John would
argue for fidelity at the very time Laura was encouraging him was so
sweet! How she loved him! But...her plan needed to be fulfilled.
Laura needed to use Judy, to make her a slut-slave. To have her be
used and degraded as a whore for John and Laura's use. After she
insisted- and let John butt-fuck her, thrusting hard while fingering
her to orgasm- John relented. He was nervous. But he was willing.
And that...well, that would be enough.
John opened the front door to his house at lunch-time the next day.
Judy walked in, smiling like the bird that would eat the canary. And
her canary was John's cock. She glanced around. "You're sure your
wife isn't here?" "No," John assured her. "She's out shopping all
day at the outlet mall- 2 hours from here." "Well, then," Judy
purred, "I'm glad we took the rest of the day off."
She turned and kissed him softly on the lips, her body pressing hard
into his. His dick responding into her pelvis. From the soft kiss
came a slight parting of the lips, a touch of tongues. It was
electric- for both of them. Laura, watching from the slats in the
pantry door, could barely contain her excitement.
Judy's kissing became deep tongue kisses shared back and forth before
she moved her hands down to John's butt, caressing, and started
sucking and licking his lower lip. She slowly moved down his neck,
while she moved back and allowed room for her hands to move to the
bulge in his slacks, gently grabbing his turgid rod. Unbuttoning his
shirt, she began to slowly, lightly, kiss and suck his nipples while
her fingers worked his zipper down and unbelted and unbuckled his
pants.
John couldn't help it. He started to moan a bit and thrust his pelvis
forward. Judy was dripping wet. Her shaved cunny was already parted
in her skirt, waiting to be filled. Little did she know...
She slowly moved down to her knees, pulled his pants and underwear
down in a single move and took him into her mouth. The soft warmth
made John groan louder. And he could smell Judy's excited, musky
scent. It made him forget what was about to come.
Slowly, Laura crept out of the pantry. She walked silently to the
front door. She turned the knob gingerly, then opened the door and
shut it loudly. "What the hell?" She exclaimed, feigning shock and
anger. Judy pulled back and tripped on her feet, falling flat on her
ass. John covered up, trying to look shocked as well. Laura's karate
classes at the gym were about to pay off.
She moved to Judy and slapped her face hard. Judy screamed, "Bitch!"
and started to get up. But Laura was faster. She pushed her back
down. Sat on her stomach and slapped her again, hard. She took hold
of Judy's hands and turned one of her wrists, threatening to snap it
and break the bone. This close, she could smell Judy's scent and, for
the first time in her life, wanted pussy. Her desire was naked, raw
and very real. She moved the hands to Judy's head, leaning down near
her ear. "So, you think you can steal my man?" She whispered with
force, right at Judy's ear. "I ought to break your fuckin' hands,
whore." She bent both just a little farther back. The pain was
excruciating. Judy whimpered, "No, no...please, no. I'm sorry. I'm
so sorry."
"Well, you wanted to fuck. Fuck me!" Laura said, sneering. And with
that, she sat up and moved forward, placing her panty-clad cunt
directly on Judy's face. "No," Judy protested. A little turn of the
wrists and Judy cried out. "But..." Just a slight turn more. Laura
placed her cunt directly on Judy's face. Hair escaped her panties and
her pussy was already wet with anticipation. "Lick," she demanded.
And with that, Judy pushed out her tongue and tentatively started
licking the nylon panties soaked with Laura's juice.
After being commanded to "do it right," Judy was licking hard, pushing
her tongue into the slit as far as the panties would allow. A quick
move and Laura had stood and used on hand to pull her underwear off
while holding her prey with the other. As she sat back down on Judy's
face and felt her warm tongue against the skin of her slick, hot pussy
lips, Laura moaned. She looked over at John, who was standing there
hard as a rock, not knowing what to do. She hissed, "You wanted to
fuck her. Do it. Now!"
Judy tried to moan, "No" but was muffled by the press of Laura's
pussy. "Not...shlike...diss" was all she could get out. John knelt
down. He slid Judy's skirt and soaked panties off and pulled her legs
apart. He pushed his cock easily into Judy's pussy. All the way in.
As he started to pump, Laura could feel Judy's tongue move quicker,
stabbing harder into her slit and flicking her clit. Judy moaned and
Laura could feel her hips moving in rhythm to John's motions.
But Laura couldn't make it that easy. She signaled John to pull out.
"No!" Judy shrieked. The housewife taunted her, "You like it, don't
you? C'mon, admit it. You want to be used and fucked and made into
our whore, doncha?" Judy turned defiant. Her chin thrust back,
unyielding.
With that, Laura pulled her up and forced her onto her knees, holding
the wrists the hold the time. With a nod to John, he entered her
pussy again, stroking a few times. The busty secretary pushed back
against his cock, clearly enthralled. Laura decided to try
something. She let go of the wrists. Judy placed them on the ground
to steady herself. Laura slid under Judy and the secretary was so
turned on, so hot and horny that she starting tonguing Laura's pussy
without even having to be asked.
John was bucking hard. It wouldn't be long now. Laura was the first
to cum, squeezing her legs together so hard she thought she'd pull a
muscle. Judy continued to lick around the area, but avoided the most
sensitive parts for now. Her asshole was accommodating John's dick
nicely and Judy couldn't contain herself. "Fuck me! Fuck my nasty
ass. Make me your whore!"
So, John moved to her asshole and she didn't even try to stop him?
Laura smiled wickedly at the idea. She turned and scooted herself
under the large-breasted secretary and started to lick her clit,
nibbling occasionally. Judy cried out and started to spasm. Her
orgasm sent John over the edge and he shoved his rock-hard tool into
her as far as it would go. From this perspective, Laura could see his
balls contract as he pumped his cum into the hot, wet cunt of his
secretary. He must have been excited, because there was so much that
it started to escape and drip onto Laura's face.
She had another idea and moved into position, mouth open. As John
withdrew, the cum that dribbled out became a steady drip. Laura's
mouth was open wide and she moved up to catch all she could. Finally,
mouth full of jism, she placed her tongue into the slit and started
searching for more, trying to get every drop. It was just like the
video she'd watched that first day on her husband's computer. She
could hear Judy moaning like a bitch in heat and continued to search
that cunt out for even more. Finally, satisfied she'd gotten it all,
she slid out until she was face to face with the secretary and locked
lips. Judy's mouth had been open, moaning in pleasure. Now her mouth
was being filled with the taste of cum mixed with her own wet pussy
juice. John's wife was pushing the whole mouthful into Judy's mouth.
Afraid to argue, Judy simply swallowed, actually enjoying the
experience.
Now what? thought the secretary, fully sated by the married couple.
Laura stood above Judy, who was now lying on her back, covering her
breasts with one arm and her pussy with another- suddenly shy. Laura,
for her part, stood naked, legs slightly parted, with her arm around
her also naked husband's waist. Her other hand was as slowly stroking
his rapidly re-hardening cock. God, it was beautiful! Judy wanted
more! But she had also enjoyed the humiliation, the slavery and
depravity of it all. However, she dare not admit it!
Laura looked down in derision, in arrogance and in full control of
both her faithful husband and the situation at hand. She smiled
cruelly and Judy felt her pussy get even more wet. Laura stood for
what seemed like minutes, looking over her prey. Finally, she spoke
brusquely, leaving no room for bargaining.
"You have a choice. You can be our slut to use and abuse as we wish.
Or you can go back to your normal life and stay the fuck out of our
business. If you decide to try to turn John in for sexual harassment,
you may want to consider the video of you begging him to fuck your
ass." Laura pointed and Judy noticed for the first time the camera on
the kitchen shelf, pointed straight at the group.
She wanted to agree. She wanted to say, "Use me, humiliate me, fuck
me and make me serve you." Where had that desire come from? Why had
she liked it so much? She really wanted to beg for Laura to make her
a sexual slave-slut. But how could she? Clearly conflicted, she
simply lay there, watching Laura slowly jack John's beautiful cock,
still shining with the juices of their coupling. She could taste the
cum in her mouth and wanted more. She'd loved the taste of Laura's
wet pussy- her first. She'd even liked the musky scent of ass as
she'd licked Laura's rosebud.
Laura knew- Judy had become shy, unable to state her desires. She
gently pulled Judy to her knees and reached down, pulling on those big
tits, milking the nipples. A moan of satisfaction escaped Judy's
lips. Laura looked her full in the eyes and simply said, "If you want
it, you gotta show it." With that, she guided the woman to her cunt.
Judy started to lick but Laura gave her a soft slap. "You only
pleasure us if we give you permission. For now, just open wide."
Judy looked a question but said nothing. She opened her mouth and
found herself being pulled into the pussy. And then- what?? Warm
liquid? Judy started to swallow, then realized halfway through what
she was swallowing. The depravity of it caused her to shake, tremble
and start to cum. She had to concentrate or she'd get choked and
spill it.
After she'd drank all of the golden nectar, Laura laid down the ground
rules: no fucking with John unless Laura was around and agreed to it.
At the office without Laura, they'd remain as they'd always been-
employer and employee. If Laura showed up, anything goes! Weekends
were to remain free from Friday night to Sunday night. Judy would
live with her boss and his wife all weekend long, serving whatever
depraved desires they might have. If she agreed to this, she'd become
their slave starting right now. If not, she could go home and forget
it all.
Judy nodded "yes." For now, that was enough. And here Laura was at
50, her sex life just beginning.
End Part 1