The Horny Housewife
Carol, a middle aged housewife with 3 Kids, was becoming frustrated with life. Her husband
had left her when he realised how much money, work and effort a family took. Carol still looked good for her 39 years, even after having the children she had managed to keep her trim figure; all those hours down the gym had certainly paid off. With long, lean legs, flat stomach and just a bit more then a handful of bosom; her shiny auburn hair fell in loose curls reaching her tiny waist.
She had always made sure her and the kid’s were immaculate, the house was the same. Since Harry had left her, all her sexual energy went into cleaning the home. After seeing the youngster’s off to school carol would start her daily routine; loading the washing machine she would fantasise about it breaking down and a gorgeous plumber coming round to give her abandoned pipe’s a good seeing to.
This morning in particular had started the same as every other; just after 10 am the doorbell shrieked into life, making her jump; she never had visitors anymore, not during the day anyway. Opening the door, Carol’s eyes fell upon Gary. Gary lived a few doors down with his girlfriend, in a small 1-bedroom house at the end of the cul-de-sac. She remembered the time when they moved in and she had gone to welcome them both to the street; noticing then how good looking he was. Standing there with a cup in his hands he asked if Carol had any spare sugar, he explained how ‘the missus’ as he called her wasn’t due back till late and it was only for a cuppa. Inviting him in, and going through to the kitchen, she offered him a seat, ‘I’ve just put the kettle, would you like a coffee?’ inquired Carol. She could see his eyes moving appreciatively over her body, as if undressing her mentally.
‘Haven’t got tea, have you love’ he drawled in a south London accent; nodding carol turned to retrieve the t-bags from the cupboard. Feeling a tingle spread in her groin, like an animal awakening from a long deep sleep, she hoped that he wouldn’t notice how turned on she was just having him sitting so close. ‘Milk and sugar?’ she turned for the reply and jumped, Gary had been standing right behind her ‘ sorry love, didn’t mean to scare you; just thought I would give you a hand’.
Carols heart was racing and she could feel her neck and cheeks becoming flushed with anticipation, her sex becoming liquid and hot. Seeing the lust in her eyes, Gary took this opportunity to finally fuck the woman he had been fantasising about ever since they moved into the street. Taking her in his arms he started to kiss her hard on the mouth, his probing tongue exploring her willing mouth. She responded quickly, feeling herself melt into the only man she had been near in 2 years. Gary started to undo the small imitation pearl buttons on her blouse, slipping a hand into the soft silk cup of Carols Bra and gently tweaking her nipple to attention.
Moaning with delight, she traced her hands over his toned back; moving them lower to grab a handful of his firm arse encased in the tightest 501’s. She could feel his thick cock, straining to be released from the denim, nudging at her stomach. All of these sensations combined had carols head spinning; she could feel the damp patch in the crotch of her panties becoming bigger with every second.
Kissing her neck Gary released her soft, full mounds and started to massage them with expert hands. Grinding herself on his thigh, she felt desperate to feel his touch on her naked pussy; almost instinctively he knelt before her, lifting her skirt a pulling her sopping knickers to one side. Gary breathed in her muskiness and admired the neatly trimmed bush, her shining pink labia just poking out of the fur fringed lips.
Burying his face in her Mon’s, he could feel the course hair tickle his face; slowly he traced his tongue across the slick crease, tasting her sweetness. Spreading her open Gary found her clitoris, pulsating and engorged, he circled his stiff tongue around and around until she felt weak at the knees. Laying her down on the cold lino floor he continued to feast upon her dewy vulva, using his tongue like a mini cock, thrusting as deep as he could manage into her eager hole.
Carol writhed on the floor in sheer ecstasy; she had needed this for a long time. Sucking on her swollen bud, Gary slid a couple of fingers into her slippery entrance. Feeling the warm velvet folds of her soft moist cavern, it was almost enough for him to shoot his load there and then.
Panting with lust carol urged him to finger fuck her hard and fast, she wanted to be filled and stretched. Obeying her Gary inserted his other fingers, one at a time; getting them well greased so he could pump her hungry pussy as hard as she had begged. Thrusting his hand in and out of her like a steam train with no breaks, he (with quite a bit of difficulty) managed to free himself first of his trainers then finally his jeans.
He had the most magnificent prick, hard and veined, it wasn’t the longest cock she had seen but it was the girth that quite amazing. It was a good 7 inch’s from base to tip, his helmet looked as if it had been polished for hours, angry, purple and swollen.
Still driving his fingers deep into her, Gary started to gently tug at his rigid shaft, squeezing and massaging his glorious erection; wondering what carols lips would feel like wrapped around the end of his knob, he withdrew his hand from her sucking, squelching hole and pulled her to her shaky knees. Cupping the back of her head in his hands he pulled Carol’s face towards his throbbing member; bouncing his cock off her nose a couple of times to tease her, she grabbed his thick root by the base and started to lick up the shaft. Reaching the glans she noticed a clear drop of glass like liquid had seeped out and lapped it up with a hunger unbeknownst to her, tasting his saltiness; closing her lips around his hardness was not easy. She could feel her jaw aching and her cheeks stretched as he tried to stuff more of his meat into her throat; relaxing her jaw as much as she could, Gary started to fuck her aching mouth.
Reaching a hand down between her legs Carol started to rub her clit, dipping a finger into her honey pot for lubrication so she wouldn’t burn her bead off. Feeling her gag as he thrust hard and deep into her mouth, Gary pulled his glistening cock from her lips, he watched as she got up and laid belly down over the kitchen table spreading her legs and giving him a full view of her scarlet flower; her inner thigh’s shining from her own moisture, she arched her back like a cat in season; She begged for him to impale her, to fuck her as hard as he possibly could.
More then willing to oblige after seeing such a beautiful spread, there was no need for any lube as she was soaking; nudging the tip of his prick teasingly in and out of her greedy little cunt, Carol wriggled and bucked trying to get him to go deeper. Suddenly he did what she had wanted so badly, he rammed his entire length so deep and hard it took her breath away; never before had she been so full. Thrusting now with a steady rhythm, nearly pulling his cock out completely before banging it up to the hilt drove Carol over the edge; her pussy squeezing the huge phallus as she came all over him. She could feel her juices oozing down onto his balls as they slapped her pussy; still thrusting but building up speed, Gary pumped his rock hard flesh into her harder and harder. Feeling his balls stir and tighten, he pounded his meat deep into her well.
Grinding down on his red-hot poker, Carol could feel herself about to cum again; tipping her pelvis for maximum stimulation was all it took for her to explode into an extremely loud climax. Her pussy sucked and pulsated throbbing around his cock as if trying to suck out his life force; pulling out just in time Gary released his pearly white seed all over the delicious swelling of carol’s arse cheeks, watching it as dripped down her crack and stuck to her already matted pubic hair. Standing back to admire his handiwork and the sight of her now red raw gash, he gave her a sharp playful slap on the backside and asked where the bathroom was.
After leaving with his cup of sugar, Carol relaxed in the tub, going over what had just happened to her; just remembering it sent tingles of lust to her clit. Even if she never saw him again she would have always have her memories for good wank material; well at least until the washing machine breaks down anyway.
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