“Oh my God! That’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen!” Maria doesn’t seem at all intimidated by it though. She’s taking it in her mouth hungrily. Geez – she has tears in her eyes. She has to be choking. I’m glad I can take most of Michael’s without all that discomfort. He always complains that I don’t think it’s big enough, but I think his six inches or more gets the job done just fine. Besides, according to my doctor, a large one wouldn’t work since my hysterectomy. Anyway… back to the action…The well-endowed male actor is turning voluptuous Maria over now.
“Hmmm, I do wonder what one that size would feel like. Oh, no! Not there! I don’t think I’ll ever want anal. Maria seems to be enjoying it, but no thank you!”
Elizabeth scrolls through more porn previews. She can’t believe how easy they are to find online now. Watching porn and reading erotic literature were not normal activities for Elizabeth. She had to try it though. She and Michael had enjoyed a good sex life throughout most of their thirty-year marriage, but it was slipping away. He had been so angry when he left on his business trip. He had hoped for a good send-off the night before. Typically he received a great night of sex before leaving on this annual trip, but like most of the past few months, Elizabeth just wasn’t into it. She was willing, but he could tell when she was just going through the motions and that just irritated him more.
Hormonal changes had wreaked havoc on her libido. She had suffered through major female issues. She finally had a hysterectomy which helped some, but her body just didn’t feel the same. She wanted to keep him happy and sexually satisfied. Lord knows he was easier to live with when his needs were met. They were now empty nesters, but instead of enjoying more time together, they were fighting more than they ever had. She hated the tension between them.
So a few hours after Michael slammed the door and she completed her most imperative tasks, Elizabeth began a journey of sexual exploration. She discovered not only free porn videos, but erotic literature and websites where she could interact with other “explorers.” Michael had challenged her to quit being so “goody-goody” and loosen up – but was this really what he had in mind? Elizabeth’s emotions took a tumultuous ride. She found herself aroused then ashamed, curious then repulsed, daring then fearful. But it was working…
Elizabeth’s libido awakened that day. She found herself so aroused that first night, she had to pleasure herself in order to relax and sleep. She had a myriad of erotic images flickering through her mind as she ran her hands over her breasts, tweaked her erect nipples, stroked her wet folds, then rubbed her clit until she exploded with a muscle-clamping orgasm. She relaxed, breathing hard, and smiling as she remembered what a climax actually felt like.
The next day, she read a couple more stories that inspired her to be bolder. She created a profile on one of the erotic literature sites. Throughout the day, she looked at gallery photos and other profiles. Some of them were so shocking they nearly scared her off. She couldn’t bring herself to upload any photos, but it gave her an idea.
That evening, she took a long hot bubble bath then dressed in nothing but a sheer lace robe she had dug out of her closet. Elizabeth posed in front of the mirror, actually admiring her figure rather than criticizing her reflected image. For a fifty-year-old mother of two and survivor of three abdominal surgeries, she still looked pretty damn good. Her breasts were lower and less full, but still shapely and she liked how her coffee-colored areolas showed through the cream lace. She still had a slim but hourglass shape. Michael preferred her pussy unshaved, so her dark triangle showed through as well. She took a few selfies, chose the most flattering, and after a deep, trembling breath, sent it to Michael. She followed it with a text, “I miss you and can’t wait until you get home. xxoo”
She tried not to worry too much about the other men in Michael’s group somehow seeing the photo on his phone. Two hours later, he finally responded with a crazy-eyed – wow emoji. She got herself off that night while fantasizing that she surprised him at his hotel bar and seduced him as a stranger.
The next day drug by. Michael wouldn’t be home until after midnight. She marveled at how often she thought about sex throughout the day. Did her husband know he had created a monster? Would he approve of her activities, or had she gone too far? Did he anticipate she would answer his challenge so thoroughly? She couldn’t wait to tell him how she had fantasized about him while washing the car. Picturing him reaching under her wet tank top and massaging her tits with wet soapy hands then bending her over the hood and fucking her until they both screamed in ecstasy.
While cooking supper, she imagined him sneaking up behind her and nuzzling her neck in that way that used to get her so hot. But the fantasy took it further. She imagined him spinning her around, lifting her onto the counter, pulling the crotch of her shorts over and licking her until she begged for more.
She drank wine and watched TV early in the evening. One particular Hollywood ranch drama had her laughing at their romanticized ideas of life in agriculture. She did agree with them about one thing. She loved her sexy, tough cowboy and would never trade him for a city boy. As midnight drew closer, she changed clothes and read more erotic stories until she heard his pickup pull into the drive. She met him at the door wearing the lace robe.
His surprised expression quickly changed to lust. He grabbed her roughly, kissed her intensely and pushed her into the hallway wall. He ground his crotch into hers lifting her with his thrusts and pushing the flimsy robe open. He lowered his head to suck on her hardened nipples. They both breathed heavily. He kneeled and trailed down her soft rounded belly with his tongue before breathing deeply of her aroused scent then dove in with more licking and sucking.
Elizabeth cried out, “God, I want you so fucking bad!!”
“Good, I want you too. But I’ve really gotta piss!” They laughed as he stood up. He kissed her and ordered, “Meet me in the bedroom. Keep the robe on.”
Michael met her next to their bed in just his briefs. They kissed hungrily for a while. Then she began kissing his torso, made a few circles with her tongue around his nipples then kneeled down to remove his black briefs. As his cock sprang out towards her, she stroked it slowly a few times. She was about to take it in her mouth, but Michael shook his head and pulled her back to her feet. He pushed her back to the bed and made her scoot to the middle. He licked her inner thighs alternately and slowly worked himself closer and closer to her center. He licked her outer lips as lightly the touch of a feather then slowly, gently probed deeper along the way around her rose like petals. Finally he probed and licked and sucked the pink clitoris peeking out of that purple female flower.
“Should I stop?”
“NO!” she cried breathlessly, “please– don’t stop.”
Elizabeth raised her hips and pressed against his face not caring about the rough stubble.
Michael grinned impishly then teased Elizabeth’s swollen, wet opening with quick, warm flicks of his tongue.
“Oh my God! That feels so good!”
“Do you want to come this way?” He asked because she’d been having difficulty climaxing during intercourse.
“Yes, please,” she whimpered. “Use your fingers too. Oh, please, make me come…”
He added a touch of lube to his thick, callused fingers and began circling and thrusting deeper and deeper into her hot, moist pussy. She raised her hips higher while thrashing and grinding into his hungry mouth. The sensations were so overwhelming, she almost sought escape. He gripped her buttocks with his other hand and firmly kept her in place. His magical, sucking mouth and fingers kept up the sweet contact relentlessly. Elizabeth’s panting, moaning, and bucking against his strong hands moved them both closer and closer to climax. His thumb now teased her clit while his pinky teased the entrance south of his other three plunging fingers. Delicious pressure built deep within her. She whimpered and begged and pushed herself harder against his face and thrusting fingers so desperately wanting that deep, needy itch to be scratched.
Finally, Elizabeth’s pelvic wall spasmed and locked down on his hand. She gasped with the intensity of her orgasm as it kept pulsing through her. Her body thrummed and shuddered with the tortured sweetness. He quickly replaced his hand and mouth with his steel hard shaft. She simultaneously wrapped her legs around him. He rode her still throbbing, pulsing waves of orgasmic passion then with a deep, powerful thrust, added his own groaning climax to hers.
After catching his breath, he kissed her.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it,” he mumbled into her sweaty neck.
Elizabeth smiled and stroked his back. “Maybe I’ll share it with you tomorrow. Welcome, home.”