Stephanie LeClair stuck her ass up in the air trying to push the hard cock that was ramming her at a breathtaking pace, even deeper into her suddenly insatiable pussy. Her husband Daniel, was the one repeatedly pounding her like the man he was when she had met him fifteen years ago. He had even gone as far as to surprise her by sticking his thumb in her ass as he thrust. That had elicited a guttural moan escaping her mouth much to her own surprise as she usually discouraged him from touching her there. Unlike other times, the thumb just served to fuel her desire even more.
She began begging him wildly for more of everything, “Oh, fuck Dan. Yeah, your thumb is fucking driving me crazy. Mmmm, make me your dirty whore wife,” she cried. “You’re cock feels so fucking good, filling me up. C’mon, fuck like you fucking mean it, damn it!”
On top of it, he was talking very dirty right back to her, and now every ounce of her body and soul was suddenly on fire as it had been so many times since the gala last night. She was so close to the precipice of her orgasm.
“That’s right my slutty little wife,” he cackled raggedly. “You want me to fill you in all your slutty holes? Huh? Yeah, you do. You didn’t have a problem doing this to me last night,” he exhaled as he started plunging his thumb in and out of her asshole as he continued to fuck her.
Daniel quickened his pace further, grabbing her hips with his free hand and pulling her back with his thumb deeply embedded in her naughty hole, to push himself that much deeper into her. Between his thumb and his cock, she was feeling things she had never felt before, and, much to her surprise, it made her crave it that much more.
Her body started to stiffen, muscles tensing, suddenly she became apneic as she hurdled towards her release briefly thinking to herself just how much things had changed since last night.
******
You see, this suddenly dirty talking and currently double stuffed Stephanie was the complete opposite of the prim and proper version of herself that had dominated her life until just yesterday. Stephanie was not your typical thirty-eight-year-old mother of two young kids. Stephanie was ultra-driven to have the best outward-facing appearance of both herself and her family. She collected successes and accolades, equating them to happiness and self-satisfaction. The kids went to the right school, they were on the right sports teams, she even made sure they had the right friends, and of course, made sure they were driven high achievers even at the young ages of eight and eleven.
Her husband fit nicely into her mold of the perfect family. Daniel was one year her senior, but you wouldn’t have been able to tell by looking at him that he was almost forty. She had gently prodded him to maintain his athletic build from his college soccer days. She also stoked his ambition that ultimately pushed him to become the youngest partner at his law firm.
Physically, Stephanie kept herself in immaculate shape with a combination of yoga, boot camp, and her co-ed soccer team. Her petite muscular frame was what had first attracted Daniel to her on a college trip where the women’s and men’s soccer teams had traveled together. That trip culminated in a streamy night late after curfew in her shared hotel room with a teammate. Her division one soccer experience made her the co-ed league’s leading scorer and of course, the captain of her team, pushing her teammates unnecessarily hard, in what was meant to be a relaxed recreational beer league.
Stephanie had cultivated her community and social image meticulously. Over the last few years, she had maneuvered her way from room mother to PTA Vice President, and from volunteer soccer coach for her kids to the board of directors for the recreation sports association of her town. Her coupe de grace was her work at the local food bank. She started sorting food and filling bags and quickly found ways to increase donations while streamlining the volunteering process, eventually ending up as the entity’s director.
Little did she know that through all of the success and all of the posturing of her family’s status, she was in a rut, an ambition-driven, self-induced sexual coma. She just didn’t know it quite yet….
That brings us to just twenty-four hours before Stephanie’s sordid tryst on her hands and knees begging to be fucked from behind by her dirty talking husband. It was the yearly food bank fundraiser and gala. This was a dressy affair in which she made sure the who’s who of the town attended with the ulterior motive of plying them with free drinks and subsequently having them open their checkbooks. This year was especially successful, with this night alone raising enough to fund the food bank for the rest of the fiscal year. Another stunning success for Stephanie’s invisible trophy case.
The night was over and she was taking some of the stands used for the silent auction items back to her car when she noticed a leftover coat in the long-abandoned coat check. Her instincts smelled an opportunity to rescue the coat for someone and possibly get an extra check for the charity, but as she moved towards it, she heard a noise from the adjacent room.
As she turned the corner, her eyes went wide, and she stopped dead in her tracks. There was Susan, her friend, a younger mom of two, and a fellow board member of the food bank. Her black evening dress was hiked up over her hips, and matching black panties around her ankles. She was bent over a table getting absolutely stuffed from behind by a man that Stephanie could not really see. Susan’s strapless dress was pulled down and her full breasts were dragging back and forth across the table every time the man bottomed out inside her. What she could see of the man, was a mouth-watering view of his hard cock, wet with Susan’s arousal, sliding roughly in and out of her friend over and over again.
Stephanie opened her mouth to say something, but something inside her stopped her cold. She silently watched them, captivated by the lewd, and extremely erotic sight just feet away from her. They were so caught up in their own passions, that they hadn’t noticed her peeking around the corner. She watched as this unknown man repeatedly thrust into Susan from behind inciting moan after moan from the younger mother’s mouth.
“Oh, you’re such a good boy,” Susan moaned. “So good to fill me with that fucking big hard dick of yours, mmmm.”
The man just grunted and continued his pounding of her visibly dripping pussy. The man started to tighten, breath quickening, and thrust ever faster. Susan sensed this and pushed him back and out of her.
“Not yet, no, not yet,” she crooned. “Why don’t you cool off a bit and help yourself. I’m not nearly done with you yet,” she said and looked over her shoulder, flashing him a sultry smile as she brazenly spread her cheeks apart.
Stephanie watched as the man descended to his knees and began to feast on Susan’s honey pot from behind. Her hips bucked as his face touched her sultry hole and she encouraged him to give her even more.
“Yes, fuck yes,” she said with an uneven ragged voice. “Lick it! Fuck yes, make me shiver all over your young little tongue.”
Susan reached a hand back and grabbed his hair pulling his face deeper. His mouth now devouring her pussy and his nose grinding against her puckered asshole. Stephanie found herself absentmindedly rubbing her pussy through her tight light blue cocktail dress. She could feel the heat building within her and ticking her nerve endings in her own pussy ever ripening from unbridled desire.
Susan arched her back in pleasure making Stephanie gasp as she watched rivulets of milk bead off her swollen breasts into two small smeared pools that had formed under her on the table. Stephanie’s mouth went dry at the sight, and the heat between her legs was now a raging furnace. She had always considered her leaking tits as an ugly nuisance when she was breastfeeding her children, but this, this was strangely arousing. She took her free hand and stroked her own breast through her dress delicately.
After a couple of minutes, Susan seemed like she could take no more of his oral ministrations. They readjusted and Susan sat back on the edge of the table. The man stepped forward, cock first, and slightly turned to thrust back into her pussy as they looked into each other’s eyes. Susan’s tits were now leaking milk down the sides of each breast. The man bent forward and latched onto a nipple to suckle as he once again slammed his cock into her pussy eliciting a guttural moan from Susan.
Stephanie stopped dead in her tracks as when he unlatched from Susan’s dripping breast, she recognized who had been expertly fucking and sucking Susan, even with his milk-sodden face. The "man" was Liam, the local college kid who led his fraternity which volunteered so many hours of their time to the food bank. He'd won the volunteer scholarship that Stephanie had personally handed out to him at the gala, earlier in the evening.
Liam deserved the scholarship as he had put in over forty hours of sorting food and stuffing bags just last semester alone. On top of that, everyone loved him for his quick wit, warm personality, and handsome dark looks. She now wondered briefly if there had been an ulterior motive to his volunteering. A flash of hot anger, twinged with even more arousal hit her when she realized that Susan had even written him a glowing letter of recommendation for that scholarship!
Stephanie had worked closely with Liam many times, and the thought of his young cock in her good friend was maddeningly arousing her to new heights. As she watched, Susan suddenly caught movement out of the corner of her eye and caught Stephanie’s eyes. Susan smirked at her and all of a sudden she started dirty talking Liam for effect, both on him and for Stephanie.
“That’s right, mommy needs your cock rammed inside her,” she exclaimed bringing a hand to her tit and expressing a few droplets of milk.
“Such a good boy taking care of me so well. You feel so hard and strong inside me. I can’t get enough,” she teased.
He picked up the pace as Susan couldn’t hold herself on the edge anymore and tightly shut her eyes as she laid back onto the messy table behind her. Liam took that as an opportunity to grab her hips to pull her towards him fiercely with each thrust.
“Fuck, yes!” she yelled. “Take this fucking pussy scholarship. Mmmmm, this is the real prize, uhhhh,” Susan groaned as she turned her head and opened her eyes to the sight of stuffy Stephanie working herself with both of her hands fervently.
She smiled inwardly thinking about that driven bitch Stephanie, who was now just a bitch in heat. That thought was soon completely erased as Liams thrusting intensified and her body signaled that she was reaching her finale.
Stephanie watched with rapt attention as Susan bit her own lip and squealed uncontrollably, releasing a litany of unintelligible words laced with more than a touch of a sailor’s profanity. Liam redoubled his efforts and felt his own impending release. This sent Susan plummeting over the edge. Her body shook with a breathtaking intensity that Stephanie was most certainly not expecting.
While Stephanie watched Susan intently, Liam gasped, “I’m gonna fucking cum! Oh, I’m gonna cum,” he announced.
“Fill me up you dirty boy. Fill mommy up with your hot cum. Mommy needs it all!” she shouted at him.
Stephanie was shocked at the banter between them. Susan, not a year from giving birth to little Katrina, was splayed on her back, tits dripping of milk, legs wide, and begging for this boy to cum inside her. She gasped at the thought that he wasn’t even wearing a condom! It made Stephanie’s stomach fill with butterflies and her knees shook at the taboo sights and sounds in front of her as well as all the other filthy thoughts rapidly filling her head.
Liam froze, ball deep in Susan's pussy as she wrapped her legs tightly around him as to coax every last seed deep within her. Stephanie took one last look at Susan and caught the look of absolute satiety painted on her face, milk still streaming down the sides of her breasts as Liam slumped forward onto her. She pulled his face to hers and they hotly kissed.
Stephanie realized she needed to vacate the cloakroom before they uncoupled. She retreated quickly back to the main hallway and made her way, somewhat unsteadily, out the door and into the cold crisp night air.
The car ride home was a fitful one. Stephanie wiggled in her seat as flashes of Liam filling Susan’s wet pussy with his hard cock sped through her head. Her arousal was boiling over sending her whistling like the spout of a tea kettle. The heat between her legs and throughout her body was unrelenting. Her body was constantly screaming for relief that was not coming for the entirety of the trip home.
Out of the car and up through the house, she tore into her bedroom a woman possessed with her burning carnal need. Her children had long been asleep in their rooms on the other side of her palatial suburban home. Daniel was passed out in their king-sized artisan-crafted bed.
Stephanie stepped out of her dress and crawled up on the bed removing the sheets covering her slumbering husband. She needed him awake and hard for what she desperately needed out of him.
Daniel stirred briefly and sleepily asked, “How was the gala?”
Instead of responding, she pulled his soft cock out of his shorts and boxers and quickly affixed her mouth to it. This was no gentle loving blowjob of foreplay that Stephanie occasionally employed after a few glasses of wine. This was an all-out assault on his sleepy senses and his flaccid cock. Twirling her tongue, she started to stir more than just his dick.
“Jesus, Stephie,” he moaned and propped himself up on his elbows.
Looking down at his wife, he was amazed that she looked almost exactly the same as the day he had met her on that college soccer trip. Her face and mouth were shielded by a shroud of blond hair that tickled his stomach and hips as it whipped wildly coinciding with each move of her oral efforts. Daniel noted how tight and thick her ass was, which was sticking up in the air as she kneeled on the bed sucking him. Her tight and creamy ‘soccer legs’ straddling one of his own legs.
