It makes sense to first describe the subject of our story, Wendy. That’s not to say that the appetizing visual image of her you will get will cause you to forget her misdeeds when it comes to her marriage, or even forgive them. Instead, you might begin to understand the why and the how. Understanding either of those two things is not a requirement to move forward. Unbutton your pants, slip your hand inside, and rub what’s down there as you bear witness to Wendy’s enjoyment of the local selection of young men.
Wendy is average of height for a woman at five foot six and weighs around one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She’s a slim woman with 34C breasts that still hang pleasantly on her chest and sway like a pendulum when the time is right. The right time just happens to be when she’s bent over with a cock barreling in and out of her pussy.
Her short, dark hair is reminiscent of the Jamie-Lee Curtis of old most are familiar with. Her skin is copper-toned and youthful looking despite her age. She wears thin, silver-colored wire frame glasses that make it easy for her to look you over above the tops of the frame with only a subtle downturn of her head. She could be taken as the stereotypical schoolteacher with that trademark look of hers. Given the current events, that would not have been a wise career choice.
The man she married forgot her personality and her explosive personality. He used to barely be able to contain himself on his way home from work every single day. His dick would harden as soon as he got into his car in the parking lot and wouldn’t soften again until he dumped his load in her cunt. She knew this and often waited for him on their bed wearing nothing but what nature provided her. They fucked morning noon and night and, in every position imaginable.
The weekends were no different. As she scampers through the house busy with her chores, he took every opportunity to make her his bitch and she loved it. A simple task took hours to accomplish. She often took to just staying nude as it was easier than picking up clothing all day long that she nearly ripped off while satisfying her own needs.
Every day turned into once a week. When he got promoted, working late meant he was tired when he returned home. Weekly turned into monthly and she began to feel less satisfied. She was happy for him and supported his late nights as his hard work was, if nothing else, paying off financially. She didn’t know that her once-per-month run in the sack was just the beginning of the death of her active sex life. She spiced things up by waiting for him nude in every room of the house. She would try to take advantage of weekends and plan elaborate sexcscapades but they always turned into dull affairs if they turned into anything at all.
As he continued to get promoted, it seemed he recognized the impact his high-profile job was having on her. 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 on all his many business trips. The cash also entirely replaced his cock. It had been months since flesh and blood 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 with stories of their past and how much she missed those days. He often rebutted 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 set up for her and that she should be grateful for the things she has, completely missing the reality of what she wanted. It was that position he took that was the nail in the coffin.
Her own pleas and arguments became less and less until trying became akin to banging one’s head against a brick wall repeatedly while expecting something new to happen. More months went by 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 was going to put forth one more attempt and give him the time to figure it out on his own.
She waited by the door as he was leaving on his most recent business trip across the country. Being an oil company executive demanded more time than a person with a family should ever give a company that would replace them at the drop of a hat. 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 was going to find a way to stop the growing emptiness within her.
“Here’s your wallet, honey,” she said, handing it to him and kissing his cheek. “Before you go, I would like you to do something while you’re gone. I want you to think about when we were younger and the things 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 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 after the door closed.
She was going to give him the time she promised him, though. Her thoughts, however, didn’t wait. When she lay in bed at night, her mind strayed, and she began thinking of sexual adventures she’d never had before.
The first night, she masturbated to thoughts of getting herself off 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 window. A dozen scenarios cross her mind as her fingers circled her clit. She thought about her job as a college counselor and her unique position as being one of the first faces a young and impressionable freshman would see. A final image came to mind and when the act played itself out, her body shook with an intense orgasm. Turns out that swallowing the cum of a young stranger in a public place did it for her. As she writhed on her bed, she shouted mindless obscenities. Her tits flopped side to side as her thighs clutched her hand in place.
“Fucking bitch! Cum!” she grunted loudly.
She lay there huffing through the aftershocks and decided she would act out that fantasy if she was denied again. A part of her hoped her husband would dismiss her desires again but the majority of her soul still wanted her husband to be the one who made her see the stars. Regardless, she knew she would be satisfied if she found some young cock to fuck when she needed it.
It will be easy. What young man wouldn’t want his cock sucked? she thought.
She went about her life as she always had 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. A week after her husband left, she began getting herself off before or during her morning shower. In the second week, she rationalized that reenacting part of her fantasy would not be cheating.
I can just suck a hot, juicy cock and swallow the precious reward. It’s not all-the-way cheating, is it? My pussy would still be his if he ever wanted it, she thought.
During that first lunch break at work in the second week, she took her lunch to her car. 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 pants and slid inside her panties. She was annoyed at the lack of freedom the restrictive garments provided.
I can do without these later, she thought about the cumbersome undergarment.
Regardless, she managed to cum 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. He got home a week later and she approached him about the subject almost immediately.
“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 letdown. 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 a long diatribe about how hard he worked to get her a better life.
“You know, 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 without another word spoken. She struggled to keep her emotions in check. She convinced herself that only a weak woman would cry in that situation. 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 hard enough to ensure he heard the sloshing of her fingers and her ragged breathing and felt the shaking of the bed as she got herself off next to him.
She gave him that last opportunity and when he didn’t take it, she committed herself to acting out her fantasy.
I’m going to make some young man happy tomorrow, she thought just before she drifted off to sleep.
The next day, her routine was carried out as usual up to the point where she was nibbling her food. Instead, she was nervously scanning the parking lot. 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. She didn’t want to risk cumming too soon.
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. When he didn’t notice her soon enough for her liking, 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. He inched forward until he was at her 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 asked, helping to make sure he was getting hard if not already.
“Kinda,” he said immaturely.
She shifted her position in the car seat to give him a better view and she 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 before. She didn’t have a plan for how to get 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 losing her nerve to elevate things.
“Can I see your cock?” she asked nervously, unsure if the young man would take off running.
She was pleased when he quickly released his stiff rod and began stroking it in front of her. His eyes remained fixed on her pussy and hers were glued to his enormous cock. She licked her lips and moaned in pleasure imagining the stiff rod plowing her cunt.