Wendy was of average height for a woman. She was five foot six and weighed around one hundred and twenty-five pounds. Slim with 34C breasts that still hung pleasantly on her chest and swayed like a pendulum when the time was right. Her short, dark hair reminiscent of Jamie-Lee Curtis’. Her skin was tanned and youthful looking despite her age. She wore thin, silver-colored wire frame glasses that made it easy for her to look you over above the tops of the frame with only a slight downturn of her head. Slim, elegant legs and a tight butt complete this vision of an attractive MILF who stirs the imagination of dirty older men and horny young ones.
That’s not to say that this appealing visual image of her would cause you to ignore her misdeeds regarding her marriage or even forgive them. But instead, you might begin to understand why and how what ensues occurred.
The man she married came to forget her personally and forgot her explosive personality. When he first married her, he could barely contain himself on his way home from work every day. His dick would harden as soon as he got into his car in the parking lot and wouldn’t soften again until he’d dumped his load in her cunt. She knew this and often waited for him on their bed, wearing nothing but what nature had provided her. She was energetic, aggressive, and ready to explore every sexual act with him.
With time every day turned into once a week. After he got promoted, working late meant he was often tired when he returned home. Weekly turned into monthly, and she began to feel frustrated. Despite this, she was happy for him and supported his late nights as his hard work paid off financially. She soon realized that her once-per-month run in the sack with him was just the beginning of the death of her active sex life. She tried to spice things up by waiting for him nude in every room of the house. She would try to take advantage of weekends and plan elaborate sex escapades, but they always turned into dull affairs.
As he continued getting promoted, he seemed to recognize his high-profile job’s impact on her. So he began to give her expensive things. First, it took the form of gifts and elaborate but still sexless outings. Then it was deliveries at the front door with corporate and cheap gift wrapping. It finally turned into leaving a stack of cash on the table before he left town for all of his many business trips. The money also entirely replaced his cock. It had been months since flesh and blood had invaded her pussy.
She began to plead with him to find a way to bring their old and happy life back. She often reminded him of stories of their past and told him how much she missed those days. He disputed her with reminders that they fucked a lot because they didn’t have money to do much else. After those excuses ran out, he would ask what was so bad about the life he’d set up for her. He said she should be grateful for what she had, completely missing the reality of what she wanted. It was this position that he took, which was the nail in the coffin of their sexual life.
Her pleas and arguments became less and less. Trying became akin to repeatedly banging one’s head against a brick wall while expecting something new to happen. More months passed without a hard piston jackhammering her cunt when she needed it. She had become tired of the fight but never stopped feeling the need. She would put forth one more attempt and give him the time to figure it out independently.
She waited by the door as he was leaving on his most recent business trip across the country. Being an oil company executive demands more time than a person with a family should ever give a company that could replace them at the drop of a hat. So she was going to ask him to do one final thing before she looked for another solution. She didn’t know what to do, but she would find a way to stop the growing void in her life.
“Here’s your wallet, honey,” she said, handing it to him and kissing him. “Before you go, I want you to do something while you’re gone. I was hoping you could think about when we were younger and what you used to do to me when you got home from work. I miss those days. I want to see if you can light that fire for me, okay?”
He sighed loudly as if she was putting him out by asking for a ridiculous and impossible task.
“This again? You have a life any woman your age would kill for. Sex isn’t that important,” he told her before leaving.
No, it’s just not important to you, she thought immediately as the door closed.
However, she would give him the time to reflect she’d promised him. Her thoughts, nevertheless, didn’t wait. Instead, her mind strayed when she lay in bed that night, and she began thinking of sexual adventures she’d never taken before.
The first night, she masturbated to thoughts of getting nude in her car in the middle of a busy parking lot. She felt electrified, thinking of exposing herself in public and cumming as people passed by her car windows. A dozen scenarios crossed her mind as her fingers circled her clit. She thought about her job as a college counselor and her unique position as one of the first faces young and impressionable first-year students would see. A final image came to mind, and when the act played itself out in her mind, her body shook with an intense orgasm.
She lay there huffing through the aftershocks and decided to act out that fantasy if she was denied again.
It will be easy. What young man wouldn’t want his cock sucked? She thought.
She went about her life as she always did while her husband was gone. The only difference was her masturbation schedule. It used to be reserved for evenings in bed to help her fall asleep. But, a week after her husband left, she was getting herself off before or during her morning shower. In the second week, she rationalized that enacting part of her fantasy would not be cheating.
She took her lunch to her car during her first lunch break at work. She nibbled on her meal as she surveyed the parking lot. She carefully noted the volume and type of people who came and went. As she people-watched, a free hand unbuttoned her slacks and slid inside her panties. She was annoyed at the lack of freedom the restrictive panties caused.
I can do without these later, she thought about the cumbersome undergarment.
Regardless, she managed to cum while watching the young men enter and leave the building. That became a new daily routine. She was masturbating three times a day at the thought of young cock. She resolved to not take another step until all sexual avenues with her husband had become exhausted. Unfortunately, the answer she expected became the answer she got.
“Did you think about what I asked?”
“This again, Wendy?” he asked, clearly irritated with her persistence. “You wanna go fuck and get it out of your system?”
She expected a much different kind of comment. But, instead, she was shocked at his dismissive comment.
“No! I wanna fuck because I like sex, and I love you!” she told him.
He went on and on with a long rant about how hard he worked to give her a better life.
“As a grown and experienced adult, I would have thought you would have gotten over that urge,” he told her.
“Is it that you don’t have the urge anymore, or do you just not have it for me?” she asked, not truly wanting or caring about the answer.
She cared so little that she walked away from him and went to bed. She struggled to keep her emotions in check. She convinced herself that only a weak woman would cry. Instead, she waited until her husband got into bed and turned away from her to sleep. She put her hand between her legs and finger fucked herself enough to ensure he heard the sloshing of her fingers and her ragged breathing and felt the bed shaking.
She gave him that last opportunity, and when he didn’t take it, she committed herself to act out her fantasy.
‘I’m going to make some young man happy tomorrow,’ she thought just before drifting off to sleep.
The next day, her routine was as usual until she went to the parking lot at lunchtime. She nervously scanned the parking lot seeking her prey. She waited for the right one to come close to her car before she carried out her plan. She was already rubbing her clit with one foot on the dashboard. She was slow and sensual with her movements until a promising young man came close.
He was a tall, nervous-looking young black man carrying a book and notebook in one hand. He seemed preoccupied with whatever business had brought him to her building that day. She rolled her window down and stared at him until he noticed her. Then, when he was no more than ten feet from her window, she used her free hand to pull one side of her top down, exposing a single tit to the young man’s eyes if he were to look.
He was nearly at her window and still had not noticed the lewd display she was putting on.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned just loud enough that he could hear.
She was delighted when his attention turned to her as he walked past. She looked at him in her side view mirror as he stopped and turned around. She continued rubbing her pussy as he watched her. She massaged her nipple as they observed each other. She finally got brave.
“You can come watch, honey,” she told him.
He nervously looked around to see if anyone could see what was going on. Then, he inched forward until he was at the door and watching her up close.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked him.
“Yeah,” he replied shyly.
“Are you getting hard watching me fuck myself?” she said, helping to ensure he was getting hard, if not already there.
“Kinda,” he said immaturely.
She shifted her position in the car seat to give him a better view and revealed her other tit to him.
“Do you like my body?”
“Yeah,” he said with a little more enthusiasm.
“That’s it,” she coached him nervously. She was doing everything she could to not let on how anxious she was about her first exhibitionist outing. “What would you like to do to me?”
He hesitated in his response as the situation was unlike anything he had encountered. She didn’t have a plan for getting her target to go along with everything she wanted. Every action was a reaction for both of them.
“You seem nervous, honey,” she told him as she opened her car door. “Step here,” she said, pointing to the area between the door and her seat.
He moved slowly, not taking his eyes off the hand she was using to toy with her clit. He was mesmerized. She was close to losing her nerve to elevate things to what she desired.
“Can I see your cock?” she asked nervously, unsure how the young man would react.
She was pleased when he quickly released his stiff rod and stroked it before her eyes. However, his eyes remained fixed on her pussy as hers were glued to his enormous cock. She licked her lips and moaned in pleasure, imagining the stiff rod plowing her cunt.
“I’ll suck it for you if you want,” she told him.
She surprised herself with her abrupt offer. He welcomed it and turned his body until his enormous cock pointed at her face. She adjusted herself until she could receive him in her mouth and still facilitate her orgasm.
“Just cum in my mouth when you’re ready,” she said before sucking a few inches into her mouth.
It was precisely what she was looking seeking. She wanted to please a young man and get herself off simultaneously. Everything was going according to plan until he unloaded his balls in her mouth early.
“It’s coming,” he said as if he’s never cum before.
She swallowed his load, and he quickly tucked himself back into his pants. He was done and stood awkwardly as she continued working toward her own orgasm. She needed just a few moments more to get her over the edge.
“Would you like to meet up again? Unfortunately, I don’t have the time today,” she said, “but I could use a good fuck, and you’ve got a cock I’d love to ride.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I’ll do it now if you want real quick.”
“You want to fuck me now?” she asked in a husky tone, knowing her orgasm was approaching like a bullet train.
“I mean, yeah,” she said with a shrug.
“Tell me what you want to do to me,” she grunted as her legs began to shake.
He snickered nervously, clearly uncomfortable talking to her how she wanted him to.
“Tell me you want to fuck me with that big cock.”
“Yeah, I’ll fuck you,” he said.
That was all she needed. Just the slightest confirmation that she was indeed desired.
“I’m cumming,” she squeaked.
She let her orgasm rise and fall before ending the encounter quickly. Then she shooed him away from the door and closed it. Finally, she adjusted her clothing and told him not to come to her.
“I promise you that if you find me in this position again, you’ll have me bent over the hood of my car not long after. Just don’t come looking for it, okay?” she said dismissively before putting her car in drive. She waited for him to acknowledge her request.
“Thanks, honey,” she said with a smile.
She drove away and left him standing where he just blew his load down a strange woman’s throat. She drove around the block and looked for her temporary lover in the parking lot before parking her car in a different section of the same parking lot where she had just sucked off a barely legal stud minutes before. She put the car in park and quickly walked back to her office.
She replayed her interlude in the parking lot over and over in her head until she felt a familiar wetness between her legs. She considered retiring to the restroom to punish her clit again. But instead, she embraced the day’s theme and daringly masturbated at her desk. Another orgasm rocked her body, and it was nearly time for her to go home for another round or two of self-pleasure.
That episode was enough for her to know she would not stop as long as her husband denied her. She would at least hold off until he was gone, though. It’s not that she thought it was more respectful of him. She was cheating, after all. But nevertheless, she would feel freer to go about her illicit behavior when nobody expected her at home. That was the justification she embraced for seeking cock elsewhere.
That same night, she asked the question any rational person would ask themselves in that situation.
Why don’t I leave him?
She loved him still. They did build a remarkable life together. Everything he said was true. The money, the lifestyle, and the friends were all things they did or had together.
No, she thought, I’ll make myself happy doing what… or who I want, and I’ll make him happy by no longer nagging him about sex.
She was instantly happy with the new direction she would take. She waited happily in bed for her husband to show up. He came in, saw her patiently waiting for him, and sighed, thinking he would have to weather a new round of questions about their miserable sex life. When she said nothing after a few moments, the expression on his face changed to that of pleasant surprise, and he got into bed, relieved.
“I’m sorry I harassed you so much about sex,” she said before facing him.
“Are you, though?” he asked.
“Well, actually, but I will stop doing it.”
“Okay, so why bring it up at all, then?”
“I’ve discovered the joy of masturbation,” she lied, “and with a little adventurous spirit, I know it could quench the thirst I’ve been nagging you about.”
“Adventurous spirit?”
“Yes. The only price you have to pay for my silence on the subject is to tolerate my purchasing a few little… toys, and I’ll be off to the races.”
She wasn’t lying. She did intend to buy multiple dildos and vibrators to fuck herself with when she wasn’t being fucked by a young cock of flesh and blood.
“You know I don’t care about what you buy. As long as they’re not solid gold and wrapped in gems, knock yourself out,” he said, continuing to sound relieved that the relentless nagging about his lack of desire was apparently over.
“It’s settled then. Are we having dinner with the McAllisters before you head off next week?” she asked.
He confirmed the dinner date, and she drifted to sleep, thinking about her next adventure. Every day that followed was better than the many that came before it, save one. She knew what her future held. She would ensure the only thing her husband denied her would be fulfilled. And that her husband would think she was taking care of it herself. They would both be happier, and he would never need to know the truth.
She couldn’t wait to find a new spot once her husband went on his latest trip. She dropped him off at the airport and drove to the back of a large strip mall parking lot. She enjoyed exhibitionism and spent hours searching for her mark. She occasionally listened to the sounds of random porn videos to keep her worked up and wet. She finally found the young man she was looking for.
I guess I like ’em young, she thought as she observed her mark walking toward her without a care.
“Hey,” she said loudly.
He turned around, initially unsure who was speaking to him.
“Over here, stud.”
His eyes met hers, and she motioned him to her with a single curling finger. He looked around, appearing nervous at first, then energetic as if he were helping a woman who needed to ask him a question. When he approached, he got the surprise of a lifetime. Her dress was pulled up to her waist, and her legs were spread wide. Between her legs, she was slowly thrusting a rubber cock in and out of her pussy.
“Hey,” she said in a seductive tone, “I’d hate to say something as cliché as ‘lookin’ for a good time?’ but are you?”
“Hell yeah!” he announced louder than she liked.
“Calm down, okay? How old are ya?”
“Well, I’m nineteen. Gonna be twenty in a few weeks, but who’s counting?”
She stared at him, judging his demeanor before telling him to get in the car. He got in the passenger side quickly and asked the obvious question.
“How does a nice-lookin’ lady like you know I’m not a serial killer?”
She turned and looked at him, smiled, and asked, “How do you know I’m not?”
“That’s fair,” he responded. “Where we goin’?”
“Somewhere to fuck. Get your cock hard as I drive,” she told him.
He was quick to get his dick out and begin stroking it. She looked at it several times as she made her way to a spot she knew about. It was hard in no time. She couldn’t wait for him to bury it in her pussy and shoot his cum down her throat.
“Ever fucked before?” she asked before pulling into a somewhat secluded spot.
“A couple times,” he responded.
She put the car in park and didn’t bother turning it off.
“Come fuck me,” she told him as she exited the car.
He kicked his pants off onto the floorboard of the passenger side and walked around to meet her in front of the car. She lifted her dress and bent over.
“Fuck me good and hard with that cock you got there,” she told him.
She wiggled her ass at him just before one of his hands grabbed her hip and guided his cock inside her with the other.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned loudly as be bottomed out.
She shook her hips again as he began fucking her. She didn’t overthink about whose cock was inside her, only that she finally had one in her. During her pleasure, she realized that the dick plowing her pussy had some talent behind it.
“Been fuckin’ for a while, have ya?” she asked, resting her head against the still-warm hood of her car.
He was slow in every movement for the moment and buried his shaft inside her entirely with every thrust.
“I’ve had a few,” he said.
He focused his eyes on his cock as he moved it in and out. He enjoyed watching more of her wetness coat his rod with each thrust. Soon, he saw the familiar signs of her enjoyment as she creamed on his cock.
“I see you’re enjoying it,” he noted.
“What makes you say that?” she asked, not caring about his observation.
He explained what he saw and dismissed it just as quickly. Neither party cared too much about the other. They both wanted to get their rocks off, and if fucking at the edge of the woods over the hood of the car was the way to get off, so be it.
“Don’t cum inside me,” she told her young lover, “tell me when, and you’ll cum in my mouth, got it?”
“Yeah,” he casually replied.
He heard and understood what she said but was focused on his pleasure. He also understood their unspoken arrangement. He knew he was randomly picked and probably settled for, making it simple to focus on himself. She knew the unspoken sentiment was also true for her and didn’t care much about his pleasure. She could sense he wasn’t far off from finishing and slipped a hand between her legs. Unfortunately, she underestimated the timing and was soon forced around and onto her knees.
Hell, yes, she thought. I forgot the nature of the young ones. But, my god, how I missed this.
He grabbed her hair and yanked her hair back just as he began jerking his cock. The tip pressed against her bottom lip, and he stared intently into her eyes. She forgot about her pleasure in favor of watching her young stud perform a performance she’d been begging her husband for. Years had passed since she was handled like a bitch, and she missed it.
“Shoot it,” she begged. “Shoot that cum in my throat.”
“I am,” he said seconds before letting loose his seed.
She felt every rope and drop of his cum as it splattered the inside of her mouth and slid down her throat. She swallowed it as it was deposited. She thought he might have been one of the young men who watched too much porn and wanted to see her mouth filled with his seed, but she had no intention of rewarding him. When the last drop was in her stomach, she stood.
“The young ones never fail to impress,” she said, retrieving her clothes and dressing in front of her spent lover.
“I suppose this is a one-and-done deal, yes?” he asked. “You got yourself a tight little pussy, and I wouldn’t mind makin’ you a regular thing.”
She straightened her clothes the best she could, looked up at him, and took him in. She nearly laughed as he stood there with a shirt on and his dick sticking straight out.
“If you happen to be in my line of sight when I’m out hunting, I’ll paint my mark on you again and let you mount me. Until then, honey, it’s just a one-and-done.”
He looked around and chuckled lightly.
“I just got used like a hooker, didn’t I?” he said.
“Sure did, honey. Get in. I’ll give you a ride wherever you wanna go.”
He laughed loudly, and she smiled in return. Finally, she’d got what she wanted and was drunk on the possibilities before her. Her mind was filled with fantasies of future adventures she wanted to have. Having tasted the forbidden fruit. Her body and soul were refilled with life, and she would not let her remaining healthy years go without the pleasure she’d sampled that day.
