Title: The horny housewife Author: Yvonne & Thomas (yut@gmx.net) Part:
Chapter 1 of 2 Keywords: MF, cheat, humil, slut, nylon Redistribution:
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and other free story-sites, NOT commercial story-sites Short Summary: This
is the of Caren, an attractive, seductive and sometimes very naughty
housewife. She cheated on her husband on her marriage ... with his
brother. And then it continues. The waiter of their honeymoon hotel,
again her brother-in-law, the mail man. And Caren got kinkier each time
she cheated on her poor hubby.
Special thanks to titan001 for his good job in proofreading this story.
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The horny housewife My name is Caren and I would like to tell you my
story. It's a about me, my two children, my husband - and my lovers.
Actually, I have everything to be happy. I'm 33 years old, slim, blond,
short hair and a nice body (in spite of having two children).We are
moderately wealthy, because my husband has inherited his fathers firm. We
have a nice house in a nice area of a nice town. It's not necessary for me
to go to work and my only job is to be the of our children.
Why do I need a lover, you ask? It's easy. My is a whimp and I
can't imagine anything more boring than to be in bed with him. That's the
cause of my decision to let other pull my down on a regular
basis. To tell the truth, it began before our marriage. Jan, my in law, asked me two weeks before the wedding if I didn't feel bored from
time to time. I just smiled at him and that was enough of an answer for
him. He told me he was always ready for me if it got too boring.
On our wedding day he almost kidnapped me from the party and led me to
the of the restaurant. I didn't have enough time to stop him as he
had pushed my wedding-dress up and my down. Within seconds he
pushed his in my sweet and shot his load two minutes later.
Though this short fuck I realized that he was a much more talented lover
than his and I was sure to use his services again soon. It didn't
bother me on my husband on our wedding-day.
I just felt sorry that we took our honeymoon alone, because his and his wanted to come with us. Although I wasn't absolutely faithful
to my husband during the two weeks. While my was on a fishing tour, I
gave one of the waiters in the hotel the right signs and two minutes after
my return to our room, he followed me. I initially wanted to go to the
beach and was changing into my bikini, but the waiter was so hungry for my
body, I didn't need my bikini the rest of the day.
Back home the boredom of the daily routine comes back and I felt very
unsatisfied from the sex with Bernhard. My wasn't getting wet enough
when he wanted sex and just fantasizing about other made me able to
fuck with him.
Hoping to make my life more eventful I tried to get pregnant, but again
Bernhard wasn't able to fulfill my needs. So I decided to get pregnant any
other way than taking Bernhards semen. Although we had sex two or three
times a week, Jan visisted me regularly. Almost daily, shortly after
Bernhard left the house, I fucked my brother-in-law in our bedroom. Two
months later I told Bernhard that he was to become a father. When our
first child, Tina, was 1 year old, I forced Bernhard, to visit more social
events with me. He hated parties, but I enjoyed them very much. Flirting
with other or teasing them. It lead to the fact that we had almost
every week an invitation to a party and Bernhard didn't guess that, through
time, almost all of his friends had shoved their hands under my skirt.
Bernhard got is share too, because every time we returned home after such a
party, I was hot and horny from teasing so he got me very wet.
My first serious lover was Manfred, one of his closest friends. We used
every chance at the parties to hide in a or the basement of the
houses and he fucked me every time really hard. One evening, he fucked me
twice in the bathroom of our host and my was sore from his big cock.
Bernhard was eager to get me into the bed after that party, but I didn't
let him fuck me. Instead I enjoyed let letting him lick my cum-filled
pussy and wondered if he didn't recognize the smell or taste of sperm,
which was running down my legs. Poor hubby.
But Manfred's attacks were too obvious. He let no chance pass to put
his hands between my legs and it was just a matter of time till other
people had knowledge of our affair. Although I was not in love with
Bernhard, I didn't want to risk the marriage (and the money). In the past
I had only short affairs with different and I developed a preference
for small perversions in my affairs.
For example, our second child was conceived while Bernhard was mowing
the grass in the garden. Our neighbor wanted to borrow a tool of
Bernhards. I went with the neighbor to the garage, who had pressed his
erect cock against my belly while dancing at last years neighborhood-party,
to the garage. We didn't lose any time. The moment we entered the garage
he bent me over the workbench, and pushed my skirt up. Ripping my in two pieces and shoved his fat cock in my slippery pussy. I reached
orgasm the moment he entered me, but he fucked me for at least ten minutes.
I protested and asked him to pull his cock out before he reached his
orgasm, because I was in my fertile period, but he ignored me and shot his
cum deep into my pussy. Just at that moment, Bernhard stopped the enginge
of his lawn-mower.
After the pregnancy with Tim, our son, my sexual appetite was still
growing. I used every chance at parties or meetings with friends to get a
nice hard cock between my legs. The perverted thrill was, that every time
I had sex with Bernhard after we arrived at home. He never suspected when
his small cock entered my cum-filled pussy. I even get more aroused, when
he licked my at these opportunities. The only thing I ever took into
account, was to hide my cum-drenched from his eyes. He enjoyed my
dripping and never suspected that it was the from other men.
After a while I enjoyed his licking so much, I didn't let him fuck me
anymore. It wasn't necessary because he became so aroused by my dripping,
strange smelling, pussy, he shot his load, while he put his tongue in me
the first time.
Last summer, Bernhard went back home early from a neighborhood-party, I
enjoyed being single for the evening and got fucked by the of our
son behind a hedge. Again he rammed his cock in me from behind and I had
my orgasm immediately in reaction to his brutal manner of fucking. As I
went back home after that he followed me and fucked me once more while I
bent over, my hands resting on our garden fence, and received his second
load.
After that I entered the bedroom, threw my in the corner and
straddled my husband so my cum-filled was directly above his face.
He woke up, murmured something about being tired, but I shut his mouth by
pressing my on his face and ordered him to lick me good. He slowly
awakened more and more and became really horny. I neared ecstasy and
commanded him to stick his tongue between my ass cheeks. As he followed my
request I almost came immediately. The first orgasm after a long time
triggered by my husband. I rewarded him by his cock and let him
spurt in my mouth. He was so happy about this that he wanted to kiss me
tenderly afterwards. While our lips melt in a passionate kiss I let all
his flow back into his mouth und pushed it in with my tongue till he
gulped it down. He really enjoyed this game.
A short time later I let my eye rest on our new neighbor, a young,
handsome man, who had bought the new house in our area. I saw him every
morning when I escorted my husband and our children to the front-door. He
was walking by with his and I decided to take the chance. We made small
talk as his was sniffing at our yard and my flirtatious tone was like
an invitation for him. Against my usual routine, I was wearing just a
bathrobe this morning and I led him into our house by offering him a cup of
coffee. "To welcome you to the neighborhood", I said to him with a
seductive smile.
He agreed but told me, that he hadn't much time because he was on his
way to work. I had to use this time and tried to show him as much of my
legs as we as we sat down at the kitchen table. While talking, I shifted
my position in the chair from time to time, so my bathrobe rose higher and
higher on my legs, allowing him a better view. It was fun as I recognized
how his shyness transformed to hornyness and his look became more intense
on my body. My was dripping wet in joyful anticipation.
He didn't need much invitation. As I went to the coffee machine to
refill his cup he suddenly stood behind me and pressed his body at against
my backside. He whispered in my ear: "Horny bitch. I think, you're going
to get what you deserve." Mmmh, exactly the words I like to hear when my
pussy is dripping and I asked him why he still hesitated.
It was gorgeous. He had such a nice fat cock and I reached orgasm
exactly the moment he entered my from behind. The size of his cock
was enormous. Lucky enough I was so wet, my juices were running down my
legs and I had no problems to taking it in my hot pussy. Just a few
minutes after that, he shot his load deeply into my pussy. Oh, I loved the
feeling, when a pumps a gallon of hot in me and when afterwards our
combined juices are running down my legs. I was sad that it was over.
But there was no reason to be sad. His cock stayed hard in my and
he continued his rhythmic strokes. That's the advantage when you got such
a lover, I thought. I wanted him in my bedroom but he ignored my
wishes, because he didn't want to pull his cock out of my tight pussy. Now
he was fucking me harder than the first time, kneading my small, shapely
breasts from behind. I felt my third orgasm as he shot his second load in
me. He pulled his cock out with a wet plop and left me, standing with
spread legs at the kitchen basin, still enjoying the arousing feeling. He
promised to come back the next morning. He kept his promise. My husbands
car was barely away that morning, when he jumped in our house with a big
bulge in his pants. I licked my lips in anticipation. This morning I was
wearing a long, casual T-Shirt and a really sexy g-string under it
(Bernhard asked me, why I wear such arousing underwear during a normal day
as a housewife. I ignored his question, smiling).
Jörg, that's the name of my lover, knew exactly what to do, if a woman
wears such garments, because he rubbed his erect cock against this small
piece of fabric. This time I led him to the bedroom because I wanted to be
more comfortable while we were fucking. Lying next to me, he pushed the
tip of his cock against my which was still covered with the skimpy
panty. He whispered in my ear that he loved such slutty clothings on a
slutty and again hit a nerve with his dirty talk. His fingers stroked
the fabric between my asscheeks and aroused my rear-entrance in a way to
bring me near orgasm. I couldn't hold out any longer and turned him on his
back. I had to feel his cock right now in my slippery cunt. I knelt over
his waist, gripped his throbbing cock with one hand, pushed the crotch of
my to the side with my other hand and rubbed with the tip of his
cock over my swollen pussy-lips. Suddenly his body jerked and he pumped an
enormous load of against my pussy. I enjoyed the feeling of his sticky
cum, messing my and just after his spasms subsided I let my body sink
down on his still erect shaft. While I rode him with slow, circular
motions he kissed me passionately and licked my nipples which I presented
to him willingly. Again he needed just a few minutes to make me on his
rod and shot his second load in my pussy. As he left me, lying in a big
stain of sperm, he promised to take more care of my delicious ass in the
next days. Then he kissed one of my elastic ass-cheeks and went to work.
When Bernhard arrived at home he tried to have sex with me but I stopped
him and told him I was too tired from house work. The truth was that I
wanted to stay horny for my lover till the next day.
With joyful anticipation I said goodbye to my husband the next morning.
Until Jörgs arrival I used the time to change into something very sexual,
cause I wanted to fulfill his fondness for sexy clothing. I decided to put
on a very short apron, and nothing else. It was so short, it barely
covered my neatly trimmed pussy-hair. The strings were broad so they just
covered my dark nipples. The most exciting part of this apron was the
backside, because it didn't exist and only the loop of the apron covered a
little bit of my firm ass-cheeks. Instead of a g-string I decided to wear
high-heeled sandals, which accentuated my shapely legs. As I looked at my
image in the mirror I was satisfied with my outfit and stroked my clit as a
reward. A better `come on and fuck me' outfit wasn't possible.
That was Jörgs opinion, too, as he laid eyes on my body. His mouth
began watering the moment he stepped into the house. He gave me a deep
kiss and his right hand slid down to my sopping wet pussy. I moaned in his
mouth and told him, in a playful voice, that he was too early and that I
have to do my housework. He understood the hint and let me go to the
kitchen-sink where I put some cups. As I looked over my shoulder, I saw
his greedily eyes locked on my semi-naked ass. He followed me, sank to his
knees and pressed his mouth on my ass cheeks which I provocatively pushed
in his direction. Then I spread my legs slightly and requested him to lick
my thoroughly. He replied that he loved the sight of pussy-juice
running down a woman's legs and a second later I felt his tongue between my
pussy-lips. I wanted to feel his tongue at my clit, but instead, he pushed
two fingers in my and began licking my asshole. I bent forward to
give him better access and as I looked between my legs I saw my pussy-juice
running down his wrist. My orgasm overwhelmed me and I shouted in relief.
Jörg didn't hesitate, he pulled me away from the sink and led me to the
kitchen table. I put my legs up and waited for him. Wordlessly he rammed
his throbbing cock with one quick motion in my and with this intense
feeling, my orgasm still kept going on. I pleaded him to fuck me harder
and faster. Shortly before he felt his own orgasm, he wanted to pull his
cock out and shoot over my but I kept him locked between my legs
and forced him to his semen in my pussy. (I told you, how I loved
that feeling.)
After his orgasm his motions became slower, but he kept his cock inside
my pussy. Just in at the moment he wanted to increase the speed of his
thrusts, we heard the sound of a key, pushing in the lock of our
front-door. "Oh, god, it's Bernhard" I whispered to Jörg and sent him to
the stairs which lead to our bedrooms. Just at the moment when Bernhard
entered the kitchen I had settled the items on the kitchen table. "Hi
darling, can you imagine: just as I entered the office I realized that I
had forgotten my ..."
His eyes almost dropped out of his head as he saw my naughty outfit. My
head was glowing and I was sure: he couldn't ignore the expression of a
freshly fucked woman on my face. I saw the bulge in his trousers growing
and before he could ask any compromising questions, I interrupted him: "I
know, sweetheart, and I knew also that you would come back home for them."
I was happy with my clever idea. "And that's the reason why I put some
special clothing on. Just for you - because I felt sorry about yesterday
night."
With these words I walked slowly backwards till I felt the edge of the
kitchen-table on my naked ass. I put one foot one the chair to spread my
legs in an obscene way. Then I sat down on the table, exactly at Bernhards
place. Although my legs were spread, I hoped he didn't see the globs of
sperm in my trimmed cunt-hair.
"Darling, did you have enough breakfast this morning" I asked with a
teasing voice and took a piece of toasted bread which I placed on my thigh.
His mouth was watering in anticipation and he forgot his office-keys. Like
a mindless he came toward me and sat on the chair in front of me, with
a perfect view between my legs. I was incredible horny by thinking of him,
licking my freshly-fucked pussy. "Do you want this piece of toast? Maybe
with some honey? My honey?" I asked him seductively. I took the bread and
pressed it firmly against my wet pussy. But Bernhard couldn't hold out any
longer, he took the bread away and drove his face between my thighs.
"Yes uhh, yes, c'mon, lick my hungry pussy" I urged him to suck Jörgs
and my combined juices out of my pussy. As he looked me in the eyes
between two licks I felt the urge to laugh because his whole face was
covered with sperm and my `honey'. Shortly afterwards I faked an orgasm to
bring an end to his humiliation. But he hadn't enough. Like a mad he
opened the zipper of his trousers and took his small cock out.
"Oh, darling, do you want to put your nice cock in my sweet pussy?" I
purred at him and acted like the horny wife. "Mmh, I would like it more,
if you show me how you rub your cock." I glanced over my shoulder. "Yes,
come over and stand near me while I'm doing the dishes. And when your
orgasm comes, you can on my leg." I made this proposal to remind him
of one of our first kinky episodes. He came very hard as I let him
ejaculate on the top of my stockings, shortly before we went to a party.
Bernhard also remembered and followed me greedily to the sink.
With a seductive voice and dirty talk I supported his masturbating and
when he was close to his orgasm I put my leg and my hip in his direction.
What a pitiful view to see his sperm pour slowly from the tip of his cock
and fall on my leg. Although I praised him on how horny I'd gotten at the
sight of his sperm. Then I remembered him with a cool voice that it was
time to go to work again. Very satisfied he grabbed his keys and made his
way to the door. As he went down the steps at the front of the house I
called him back. "Hey, you forgot your breakfast" I cooed to him and showed
him the piece of toast, coated with sperm and juice. He smiled
brightly and whispered to me, how horny I made him all the time with my
kinky ideas. The moment Bernhard drove away from the house, Jörg came back
in the kitchen and while I waved to my husband from the window, my lover
knelt behind me and kneaded my ass.
"C'mon, open the window and talk to him" he ordered with a vibrating
voice. I opened the window. "Bernhard" I shouted and felt Jörg's tongue
between my ass-cheeks at the same time. I hissed through my teeth.
Bernhard looked at me, asking "What?. "I just wanna know, when you will be
home today" I asked with a smile, "you know why." Bernhard felt proud about
my affinity to him. "I'll come back at 5 p.m., punctual." I shuddered,
because Jörgs exploring tongue made me incredibly horny. He licked so
good, my juices were running down my legs again.
"Nice, I'm happy to hear that" I replied to Bernhard with a shivering
tone. As Bernhard closed the door of his car, Jörg pulled me back to the
table. I bent over and stuck my ass provocatively at him. My legs were
spread, because I wanted to feel him immediately. But he grabbed a glass of
jam from the table and poured the sweet, sticky juice on the cheeks of my
ass. I moaned at this feeling and then he knelt again behind me and licked
the jam thoroughly from my ass. Suddenly, without warning, I felt the tip
of his cock between my ass-cheeks and then he thrust with one hard push
into me. Never before had I been fucked in this way and after the first
pain subsided, I enjoyed that naughty feeling. He fucked me hard and
rhythmically. Then he bent over and whispered in my ear, telling me how
horny he was, listening to the kinky show I had put on for my husband.
I enjoyed his arousing words and replied that I needed much more from
him. He put his right hand between my legs and rubbed my clit. Just a few
quick motions and I got my next orgasm. My body twitched and triggered his
orgasm, so he jerked seconds later, sending his load into my ass. It was
wild and I felt sad that it was over so fast. As I escorted him to the
door I asked him if he couldn't come back in the afternoon, shortly before
my husband arrives home. After all, I wouldn't wear my sexy apron just for
Bernhard. He smiled and promised to be there at 4 p.m. That was a nice
start for the day. At 3 p.m. I put my `fuck-me' dress back on and waited
for Jörg. I was sure he would come, because he was still horny as he left
me this morning. At 3.15 the door-bell rang and I jumped with a dripping
pussy to the door. Still in the den he shoved me with my back to the wall
and pressed his erect cock against my pussy. I forced him away from me and
led him upstairs to the bedroom. On the stairs I swayed my hips to give
him a perfect look at my naked ass. Shortly before we reached the last
step of the stairs, he stopped me and stuck his tongue in my from
behind. Uh, I was so horny, I couldn't wait to get his cock between my
legs and forced him to the bed. He knelt beside me on the bed and shoved
his monster cock in my mouth. The first time I had his prick in my mouth
and I was sorry that I hadn't done it sooner. He made a sign that he
wanted the blowjob, before he would fuck me, so I continued to slurp on his
vainy prick.
"You horny bitch" he hissed to me. "sucking the cock of a stranger in
your marital bed, and in less than a hour your husband arrives." I
interrupted my to remember him, that this morning, at the window,
he hadn't this warm feeling for my husband. "By the way, Bernhard doesn't
get the same service you do." "But in the morning you promised to have sex
with him in the evening" he answered. "Yes, but I didn't let him fuck me.
Maybe I will never let him fuck me again." My eyes were sparkling by the
thought. "How will you manage this? He has his conjugal rights." "Oh,
that's easy" I replied. "He can lick me tonight, after you're gone." He
laughed in disbelief. I was getting hornier by the minute, thinking that
Bernhard will again be licking my freshly-fucked pussy. "Don't think so
much. Come over and fuck me. Fuck me hard" I commanded and knelt on the
bed, legs wickedly spread and my ass towards his cock. Within two seconds
he had shoved his cock in my pussy. "Tell me, how you will tease your poor
hubby?" he asked with breathless voice, while he pushed in and out. "Oh, I
will let him lick my pussy, I will make him horny while he masturbates in
front of me. He can watch me, while I use a dildo. Don't you think that's
nice enough?" I asked ironically. "I wouldn't take humiliation from a bitch
like you" he answered and I could hear the arousal as he thought about me,
teasing Bernhard. "If I had such a slutty like you, I would fuck you
twice every morning, before I went to work. And the evenings are not
included." He had called me `bitch' but I wasn't angry about that. On the
contrary, a macho behaviour while I get fucked from behind, made me still
hornier. "And what will you do to keep the sex from getting boring?" I
asked teasingly. "Be sure, I will demonstrate it to you in the next few
days." With that he shoved his cock even harder in my and pushed his
middle finger between my spread ass-cheeks. "C`mon, tell me, what will you
do to me tomorrow?" I asked him with breathless voice. "Tomorrow you have
to wear your kinky apron again. And when I arrive, you have to lay on the
kitchen table and shove a ripe banana into your pussy. First, I will
watch, and if you get horny enough for me playing with the banana and you
will be my cock at the same time. Then I will eat the mashed
banana out of your pussy. I loved his kinky fantasies and they hit a nerve,
because I loved the naughty, dirty sex. "And then you will tell me, how
you humiliated your husband the evening before" he continued and his voice
signalized, that he was near his orgasm. "Uh yes, my husband" I moaned,
"give him a present and shoot a big load in my pussy." My voice almost
cracked. A few seconds later his cock erupted and he shot seven, maybe
eight bursts of his hot in my pussy." "I think, it's better I leave
now" he said after a few minutes and pulled his wet cock out of my pussy.
"Should I stay in this position?" I asked him with a wicked smile. "So I
can keep your load completely in my and hubby gets his meal." "Nice
idea" he replied laughing, "but I think, he will get hornier, if you go in
front of the sink, so he can see your beautiful ass and your com-covered
pussy from behind." After he was gone I was still sitting on the
kitchen-table, with my legs together. For the moment I felt no need to
have sex with my darling husband. Only the kinky ideas helped me over his
small cock.
The doorbell rang and I thought it was Bernhard again forgetting his
keys at work. Without checking to see who rang the doorbell, I opened it
and got a shock. It wasn't Bernhard, it was a messenger from a
warehouse-service. He had a perfect view of my body, which was only clad in
that tiny apron and high-heeled sandals. My first reaction was to hide my
body from his greedy eyes but then I enjoyed his horny looks. "A...a
p...p...package for y...y... you, madam" he stuttered. "If you w...
w...would be s... so nice t...to sign here." "Please come in for a moment"
I ordered and went into the house, feeling his eyes on my naked ass. I
acted as if I wasn't aware about my silly outfit. As he walked into the
kitchen, he held his penwriter in my direction. I put the paper sheet on
the table and bent over provocatively to sign it. He stood behind me and I
was sure that he could see my wet lips which were still from my
recent fucking. I got horny again but the messenger was not the kind of
men who had the luck of fucking my sweet pussy. I gave him his papers
back. "Sorry but I have no money in the house to give you a tip. Is it
okay for you, if I bend over again and you got, instead of a tip, another
view on of... the piece that holds your interest?" The poor looked
puzzled, but greedy. Without waiting for an answer, I bent over the table
again. "C'mon, you look like a who has stuck his nose into many
things." I gyrated with my hips to invite him in for a closer look. Then
he bent forward and shoved his nose near my lips. He seemed he
wanted to inhale every detail of my and my ass. As I felt his hot
breath at my ass-cheeks I stepped back, so my had a short contact
with his nose. "O.K., I hope, you're satisfied with this tip" as I ended
this episode. "I hope, you deliver dependable service in the future."
Without an answer he made his way out of the house. I was sure that he
made a stop in the first few miles and pulled his cock out of his uniform.
As I went to the door to watch him leave, Bernhards car pulled into the
drive. The expression on his face showed me, that he was really horny.
"Was this in our house?" he asked in disbelief as he entered the house.
I smiled. "Yes." "And you opened the door in that dress?" "Certainly. He
had to come in the house, because I had to sign a paper." "He has seen you
in THAT apron, nothing else?" Slowly I felt myself getting angry with his
stupid behaviour. "Is that the way to say hello to your loving wife?" I
snarled at him. "Just for you I put on this sexy outfit, but instead of
kneeling down and honoring your sexy wife, you just keep asking these
jealous questions." He smiled to cool me down. The words `kneeling down'
were the kind he loved and he fell to his knees in front of me. "Yes,
that's what I like" I said to him like as if he were a and patted his
head. He pressed his mouth on my pussy-hairs and I pushed my lower body
against him to increase the pressure. With my legs slightly spread, he had
my directly above his face. Bernhard drove his tongue between my
pussy-lips and me while I felt Jörgs sperm running out of me.
Bernhard gulped down the load and made me feel very nasty (and horny
again). He was happy to get me so `wet' and was sure it was his tongue
work. I went away, leaving him on his knees in the den. As he followed me
into the kitchen, I sat on the table and thought about a way to make both
of us horny. "Should I show you how I have signed the papers for the
messenger?" I asked teasingly. His eyes sparkled, sure of the fact that it
was just a I was about to tell. He saw me as his lovely, truthful
housewife. "I put the sheet on the kitchen table and then bent forward to
sign it" I told him in my teasing voice, looking deeply into his eyes to
observe his reactions. "First I wondered why the messenger was looking at
me so strange, but then I realized , that I hadn't anything under my short
apron." I told him this fact in a very naive tone. Bernhard gulped.
"And as I explored the bulge in his pants, I got very horny" I
continued. "Would you stick your fingers between my legs and see how wet I
am?" His hands were shaking, as he came to me on his knees. As I felt his
fingers at my pussy-lips, I moved my hips in his direction to give him
better access. "Now I'm so glad you're at home. In fact, it isn't normal,
that a woman gets so horny, just because a stranger was looking at her
body." That naive, seductive tone hit his nerves. "I don't know what I
would of done, if you were not here now..." He smiled proudly and still
stroked my pussy. "What do you think, you would have done?" he asked
curious, looking forward to more teasing from me. "Well, I had told the
messenger, that my husband will be very suspicious if he came home and saw
my very wet pussy. So I had to please him by letting him lick my thoroughly clean." He smiled in sweet pain. These fantasies aroused him
and for a moment I wondered, how he would react, if I told him the truth
about my naughty life these past few years. "But now, you're here" I
continued, "And I hope, you know what to do." He was completely under my
influence and looked at me. I spread my legs further, waiting for his
tongue to dive in my pussy. He awakened out of his trance, pushed his face
into my and licked me hard. I felt my orgasm two minutes later. He
was satisfied, too and I didn't need to think about sex with him for the
rest of the evening. The next morning, Jörg surprised me with the short
note, that he hadn't time for a meeting this morning, because he had an
important business trip. So I decided to go into town and compensate my
needs with shopping. After a shower, I put a tight skirt and a nice,
low-cut blouse. Under that I chose a sexy g-string and a nylon-pantyhose.
Some didn't like pantyhose but I loved the feeling of this additional
piece of see-through fabric and the dirty feeling when I get wet in it (and
I also liked to have my lover, lick me through my pantyhose). Although I
was in the mood for a short affair with one of the salesmen, (two shoe
salesman were able to recall the color of my panties) there was no chance
for it this morning. I couldn't get the right kick.
Meanwhile, I got so horny, I couldn't stand it much longer. So I
decided to go to my lover, Manfred. He had a large office in downtown.
As I entered the offices, I went directly to the restrooms. They were not
very large, but Manfred and I had some nice experiences in it. In the
stall, I pulled my and my pantyhose down to my knees, leaned back
against the wall and dialed Manfred's office-number. As he answered the
call, I told him, that I was waiting for him in the restrooms of his
office, with my around my ankles and a sopping wet pussy. If he
hurried, he can get to me before I give myself some relief. I hung up and
smiled. I've known him for a long time - he was so horny that he will
interrupt every business-activity to put his cock in my pussy. I was right.
In less than a minute he stood before me, his pants down and his swollen
cock swinging. I bent over and pushed my ass in his direction. He
couldn't wait and pushed his long hard cock in my dripping and he
fucked me like a mad man. I came immediately but inspired him to fuck me
harder. As I reached my second climax, he shot his load in my pussy.
"That was incredible, Caren, but now I have to go. Your husband is
waiting for me in my office." We both started to laugh immediately and
meanwhile, I developed my next kinky idea. "What did you tell him, as you
interrupted your talk?" "Nothing outrageous just that a client needs a
signature from me." While he answered I had pulled my pantyhose and off. I rubbed my dry with my skimpy and gave them to
Manfred. "Wouldn't it be nice, if you told him about your client, a very
slutty woman, who needed your cock in the ladies restrooms instead of a
signature. If he doesn't believe your - show him the soiled of your `client'." He laughed, took the and stuffed them into his
pocket. "You're a naughty piece of ass." But he was nice enough to fulfill
my perverted whishes and with a satisfied feeling I continued my shopping
tour. In the afternoon I got bored again and so I decided to surprise my
husband in his office (not without ulterior motives). While I drove to his
office, I thought about what strategy I would use to humiliate Bernhard
again. I wondered if Manfred had told him about his restroom fuck.
Bernhard looked very surprised as I entered his office. He sat at his
desk and wondered about the reason of my visit. I eased his curiosity as I
walked towards him, behind his desk. I turned around, so his face was at
the same level as my ass. "Uh darling, yesterday you made me so horny with
your tongue" I cooed to him. "Look, what you have done."
With that I pulled the hem of my skirt slowly upwards. Not to much,
because he liked to be teased. His hands grabbed me by my hips and he
slowly pushed my skirt upwards. I heard his hard breath as he saw my naked
ass under the pantyhose. "You ... but you didn't wear panties" he shouted
with a deeply aroused voice. "That's right. I had to take them off a short
time ago, because they were drenched with my juices" I told him truthfully.
"That's the reason why I'm here. You have to lick me, otherwise I'm going
to go crazy." I chose this hysterical tone, because that made him even more
aroused. "Here? In my office?" he asked in disbelieve. "What will I do,
if my secretary comes in?" "Tell her, that you don't want to be disturbed"
I replied angry, "otherwise I'll have to go home and call the messenger.
You remember him?" He laughed and then pushed the intercom-button to give
his secretary some instructions. Meanwhile I directed my ass to his face.
My wetness between my legs cooled my through the thin nylon but
inwardly I was hot as hell. As he had finished with his secretary, he
grabbed the waistband of my pantyhose to pull it down, but I stopped him.
"No, sweetheart, please lick me through my pantyhose. It makes me still
hornier." As he followed my order, I signalized him with loud moaning, how
arousing it was to me. "Yeah, rub my clit with your fingers while you lick
my pussy" I encouraged him. He did like he was told and a moment later he
surprised me by pressing his finger deeply between my ass-cheeks.
I panted and trapped his finger with my ass-cheeks. "Uhh, yes, that
made me really horny." I loved his idea. He moved his index finger very
good without stopping his licking. He also becomes wilder and suddenly he
ripped a in my pantyhose. Now his tongue entered my dripping without the nylon between. His roughness made me wild. "Yes, yes, lick me,
lick me everywhere" I shouted and reached behind me to pull his head closer
to me. He understood my signs and pushed his tongue between my ass-cheeks.
My orgasm hit me and I shouted so loud, that there were no doubts for his
secretary about what's going on in this office. As my orgasm subsided, I
turned around and straddled his lap, so he had a good view of my horny
pussy. "You have an incredible pussy" he said with an adoring smile.
"That's not the only thing that turns you on" I replied, giving him a hint.
"Uh, yeah, your ass is also great" he said and suddenly realized that he
wouldn't be getting his relief now. I wasn't in the mood to give him
sexual relief and acted as if I was in hurry. "Please, could you give me a
handkerchief. It's impossible to go outside with that wetness between my
legs. With a sad expression on his face he handed me a handkerchief and I
pressed it between my legs to dry my pussy. "You can sniff at that piece of
cloth and you have something to jerk off in, when you stroke your small
cock" I told him with a suddenly cool voice. With a happy grin he grabbed
the soiled handkerchief and put it under his nose. I made my way back
home. There were a few adventures waiting for me there.
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