Their mother, Sandy, is married to a fantastic man. He is rich, handsome, and muscular in all the right places. Andrew, her husband, is two years her senior. They married when she was just out of high school. She was a virgin when they married and was soon pregnant with Andrew’s baby.
Andrew treats her like a princess. She has the best clothes and jewelry, drives a BMW convertible and he takes great care to satisfy her in bed. Sandy also shows Andrew her deep affection for him in the bedroom. Whatever he wants, she gives him. If he is horny in the car on a long drive, she gives him a blowjob that keeps him happy and alert. They have experienced all of the sexual positions of Kama Sutra. He buys her sex toys and she delights in wearing the chain nipple clamps and do masturbation shows for him with her vibrator. In time, she learned to tolerate anal but if it makes Andrew happy, she was glad to do it.
They have even enjoyed light BDSM. Andrew loves binding her full, firm breasts that had increased in size after breast feeding their daughters. Sandy loves being his slave when he straps on a gag ball or covers her lovely face with a mask before he fucks her.
She just loves being Andrew’s slut wife and he adores her loving sexual charms. In short, they are hopelessly in love, the perfect couple.
Camelot always has a hidden blemish. As a stay at home mom, Sandy finds herself bored from time to time. This slowly wears away at her because she is introspective and subject to mild depression. She keeps remembering the Peggy Lee song her father would play when she was growing up, “Is That All There Is?” She asks herself, “Is a ‘perfect’ life all there is? What is an imperfect life like? Is it more to life being a risk taker than a mother and wife in a secure loving family?” These are the things she thinks about when she struggles with the same routines day in and day out.
One more thing tugs at Sandy’s consciousness. Sandy found herself wanting sex more and more often after her thirty-fifth birthday and she was even afraid she had become a nymphomaniac. Her best friend, Thelma, said the same thing was happening to her and it was natural. They agreed it had something to do with changing hormones and they were perfectly normal.
There are times when her friends talk about fights they’ve had with their husband or kids and some confessed they wished they were single. A few of her closest friends even admitted having fantasies and dreams of having an affair or being a whore screwing guys they picked up on the street. One of them actually admitted to having an affair with a man at work and said it was the most thrilling thing she had done in years.
Finally, Sandy decided perfection is overrated. So, Sandy decided to be more attentive when the girls got together at lunch or at the golf club and listen more closely to what was going on, especially the gossip.
One afternoon after a round of golf, the women sat at the bar with their favorite drinks spreading as much gossip as the group could conjure up, as long as it was quality gossip. The truth was secondary. It had to be dirty and salacious rumors. Sandy paid close attention. She hoped to unearth a hint of an idea to resolve the confusion and doubts that kept nagging her.
Her friends Betty and Phyllis were nearby and Sandy was listening in on their conversation. “Phyllis, I’m telling you the site is so sexy. I mean I was reading this story about a guy named Gino and it got me so horny. Luckily, George was watching football because I had to go to the bathroom and get some relief. You understand, right, Phyllis?”
“Absolutely. Was it on Lush Stories because I might have read the same story,” Betty replied.
“Yes, I love the stories there. They’re so hot and if you like looking at hard bodies and cocks, there are plenty there to see.”
Betty added, “I know. When I read “Gino,” my vibrator batteries ran out before I could finish.”
They both laughed.
Phyllis continued, “What I really loved about that ‘Gino’ story was that the women were local gals like us in an escort service. I’d never do that but it sure was fun imagining I was one of Gino’s ladies.”
Again, they chuckled and Sandy made a mental note of “Lush Stories” for future reference. Maybe eavesdropping was already paying off.
It took a few days before Sandy worked up the nerve to look for Lush Stories on the Internet. She decided to Google the name and it popped up with links like “Lesbian,” “Taboo,” and “Reluctance,” but the one she clicked on was “MILF.”
“Wow,” she thought, as some pictures of beautiful naked people appeared. Sandy kept looking over her shoulder checking to see if anyone was behind her and could see what she was doing. Already Sandy was feeling guilty.
The site had an interesting explanation for ‘MILF’ that interested her but before Sandy could continue, she had to register. There were some questions to answer and a screen name to identify her. She chose ‘MILF Slut’ because it might attract more attention than the plain vanilla name ‘Sandy’. However, she wrote little in her biography other than she was thirty-seven, married and had two daughters. ‘MILF Slut,’ as she called herself, made it clear she was in a loving committed marriage and was not looking for a lover or to Skype or even to chat. Of course she did not leave a picture on her avatar.
Once the profile was complete, Sandy searched for the “Gino” story. Much to her surprise, it was more pornographic than she had imagined and Sandy understood why her friends got so worked up over it. Actually, they were not alone in being stimulated by the story. She noticed her face was hot and flushed; her heart was pounding; and her heavy breathing were all the reasons for giving the story a five.
Every so often, Sandy kept looking to see if she was alone. Yes, she was by herself when she reached down to feel the wetness between her legs. There was another hour and a half for her to browse the stories before her daughters would come home from school. So in the next hour she read erotic poetry and two more stories, liberally fingering herself as she read.
Although time was getting short, Sandy was so aroused she simply had to do more about it. Making sure neither of her daughters were home yet, she slipped into the bathroom, pulled down her panties and sat with her legs wide open on the stool. It only took two or three minutes fucking herself with her dildo before having a warm and wondrous climax.
Sandy always left a small tuft of hair above her pussy lips but on this day she decided to shave it clean before Andrew came home. There was no particular reason for this except that she had plans for her husband when he got home.
When Andrew arrived from work, the girls where home working on homework. As soon as he put down his briefcase, Sandy nearly attacked him with a deep tongue kiss. She helped him off with his jacket, grabbed him by the tie and dragged him to the bedroom. Pulling down his pants, she had his cock in her mouth in an instant.
“Wait,” he said. “Let me do the honor of undressing you properly and maybe you will let me take off my shoes.”
“Darling,” she said as he removed her clothes and stepped out of his underwear. “I need you so badly. It was like torture waiting for you to get here. I don’t need the foreplay. I just need your cock inside me.” With that she laid on the bed with her legs stretched far apart waiting for his manhood to fill her steamy cunt.
She didn’t wait long. Still wearing his shirt and tie, Andrew plowed into her and they fucked each other like eager teenagers. Andrew came inside her with powerful jets of cum and Sandy let out screams of desire with each of her several orgasms.
She said to him, “Stay here on top of me for awhile and don’t pull out. I just want to enjoy feeling you inside me for as long as possible.”
A knock on the door brought them back to reality when one of the daughters asked, “Mom, are you alright? We heard a scream.”
“Yes, dear, I’m fine. Your dad was just rubbing my back and he knows just the right places.”
“Fine. I get it,” the daughter said with a hint of a giggle in her voice.
Andrew then quietly remarked, “Sandy, there is something different about you.”
“Oh, you noticed I shaved my pussy.”
“Yes, I saw that, but I mean you are so horny and you were so wet inside. Then you let out those screams and I haven’t cum like that in years. I’ve never seen you like this before. You really turned me on. I love you, Sandy.”
“I love you too, Andrew.”
So things started to perk up for Sandy. Her doubts and fears were beginning to subside and she spent more time exploring Lush Stories. After reading a story, Sandy would go to the author’s profile to learn a little about the person and from time to time, drop them a note to express her thoughts about the piece she read.
This brought her replies and sometimes online erotic messages that she simply ignored. A few people sounded interesting and she wrote back but never with personal information. A few people asked to be ‘friends’ and she saw no harm in accepting.
Within a few weeks, Sandy had dozens of friends and was confident enough to submit a poem. The poem was a short reminiscence of the first time she had sexual intercourse with Andrew. It was mostly a love poem but included some erotic passages that she felt should be included to keep the readers’ attention.
Indeed Sandy’s poem was published and received ratings of fours and fives with several kind and supportive comments. This first experience motivated her to write a story. Sandy never thought of herself as an author but this story was so easy to write. The story was an evening in Paris with her husband only months after they were married.
She wrote about the city and the Eiffel Tower blinking like a Christmas tree at night. She told about sitting at a cafe on the Champs-Elysees sipping wine and people watching. Sandy described their boutique hotel as intimate and secluded with romantic French music coming from the plaza below their room. She gave every detail of the incredible sex she had with Andrew that night.
Sandy remembered that her first time with Andrew was more like a training session but by that night in Paris, she had learned to love having Andrew’s cock ram into her pussy. That memorable night in Paris didn’t end until dawn after they both enjoyed multiple orgasms and her vagina ran with his cum like the famous fountain in the Place de la Concorde. It came as no surprise when they returned home that the doctor told her she was pregnant with their first child. She was still a teen and just barely under nineteen.
Well, the story received rave reviews and were given nothing but fives. As people wrote in the comments, “A solid five!” and “Hot story, write more.”
The consequence was that she got much more attention from the Lush community. Erotic pictures began appearing on her wall. She found them to be fascinating and didn’t mind people posting them. Most of the pictures were from men who had admired her story and wanted to know more about her. The photos she liked best were those of young girls whose legs were wide open receiving a man’s hard cock. Not the ones where he had buried his dick all the way in, but those where it looked like he was just entering her pussy.
Sandy could not think of a reason that she was turned on by them and again she found herself analyzing her thinking. Erotic images are hard to analyze; they just happen and turn a person on for no obvious reason. Nevertheless, she continued to be Andrew’s whore in bed, more so than ever, and Andrew loved it.
The story also brought messages like, “I want to fuck you like your husband,” and “Do you want to be my MILF slut?” She quickly deleted all of the messages she found offensive and those were definitely offensive, she thought.
There was one man who claimed to be a Professor of French Classics and Comparative Literature who responded to her remarks about the French and her experiences in Paris. His name was Jacques Carter living in Atlanta . She found him interesting, intelligent, polite, and expressed himself well. She lived in nearby Marietta so they had two things in common, the French and their location. So, she responded with a rather lengthy message about the French culture, especially commenting on the long lunch breaks in France.
Jacques wrote back explaining how socialism works in France and that it is a scheme by shop owners to keep their employees’ work hours under the government cap. Sandy was fascinated by the idea because she had read that small business owners in the United States were doing the same thing since Obamacare.
Their online conversation continued for a couple of weeks eventually progressing into more personal information but the Professor never pried or asked for inappropriate information. Sandy never offered anything about her sex life or her personal doubts or fantasies. It was all very platonic.
Professor Carter mentioned he was visiting a friend in Marietta and wondered if she would like to accompany him for lunch. Sandy wasn’t busy that day and decided, what the heck, lunch with an older man would be safe and she enjoyed his manner. So, lunch at the Olive Garden just outside of Marietta proper was arranged.
Coming soon … MILF Slut 2: Interlude
DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental although hopefully they will remind you of someone or someones you know.
