Miranda looks at herself in the mirror. Barefoot, she stands 5'7", but typically wears 3" heels when she leaves the house. Her long, wavy, chestnut brown hair reaches to the middle of her back. She has large, grey eyes, high cheekbones and luscious red lips; her face might remind you of Jaclyn Smith. Even after three children she weighs a trim 115 pounds, measures 34-22-34 and wears a C or D cup bra. Her ass is a perfect heart shape. Her legs are long and shapely. She applies light makeup to enhance her naturally striking eyes, and a touch of lipstick. What is she thinking about? Her dear husband, of course. Harold stands 5'11", with a muscular build, weighing in at 220. He has dark hair and dark brown eyes; his clean-shaven face resembles Randolph Scott. She smiles, sighs and wonders, how long before he fucks me again?
Holiday Cheer
With Bobbie's arrival I was thrilled to have a baby again. I loved watching Lizzie and Alex grow up, but there was just something special about nursing and caring for an infant. My old cravings for alcohol and sex crept back, but I followed the one drink per day while nursing rule and contented myself with however much sex Harold provided. I did read an article about self-stimulation in a women's magazine -- I'm sure I blushed the whole time I was reading -- but didn't find any satisfaction that way. It wasn't orgasms I craved, it was the incredible feel of being intimate with a man while his cock penetrated and stroked me. I did get up the nerve to give Harold a blow job and we both enjoyed that addition to our sex life.
I weaned Bobbie off my breast at sixteen months, which was later than with Lizzie or Alex. Free of the one-per-day rule, I was soon indulging in four or five glasses of wine a day. Harold held up an empty bottle one day, concern on his face: "Honey, perhaps you should slow down on the wine?"
I was mortified. "Sorry, dearest, I didn't realize I was drinking so much." Harold hugged me and kissed my forehead.
After that I limited myself to two glasses a day. But I found myself opening the fridge, reaching for a bottle only to stop and put it back. And my craving for sex got worse. Dear Harold fucked me almost every night and some mornings, especially on weekends; every time he reached for me and I realized we were going to have sex I felt a thrill like no other. But as the hours of the day rolled by it seemed like it had been forever ago.
I often thought about my past lovers; when the car needed to be taken to the garage my body screamed to go see Victor, while my voice begged Harold to take care of it: "I really don't know enough about cars, dear, I feel safer when you handle these things." I always looked through the spy-hole before answering the door. I told Harold I didn't want to take any more classes. I never went to a neighbor's house unless Harold came with me. I was determined to be a good, faithful wife, but it was a constant struggle.
When Bobbie started preschool I went job-hunting again. I was lucky enough to find a female boss sympathetic to a stay-at-home mom returning to work -- no extracurricular activities required! Meanwhile Harold's career was going well. At holiday time the company president invited Harold 'and spouse' to a party at his mansion the night of December 28th.
When we arrived the company president, Joseph, greeted us along with his Trophy Wife. Joseph was a distinguished looking man in his late fifties, tall and handsome with just a hint of gray in his full head of hair. His wife looked to be about my age and height, good legs, attractive in full but not excessive makeup, and a tight dress barely holding in a huge set of knockers. Vanessa greeted us politely but darted her tongue over her moist, red lips when she looked at Harold. If my eyes could've shot daggers she'd have been a goner!
Transportation had been provided so the alcohol flowed freely. I started with a frozen margarita and was soon flying high. I noticed there were far more men than women; aside from Ms. Ginormous and myself only one other wife seemed to be present, a cute young thing newly married and just out of college. There were three administrative assistants who were single (and shapely), and two (rather attractive) female executives, one wearing a gold band but neither with a male escort. That was it for the women, surrounded by 30 or more men. I liked those odds! The guys flocked around us, paying compliments and refreshing our drinks.
Joseph asked my husband if he played pool; a group moved to the rec room down in the basement and I tagged along. I was probably on my third drink at this point. Joseph and Harold squared off for the first match and my dear hubby won easily. The sight of the guys stretching out for their shots got my skin tingling and my juices flowing.
Joseph said "I can tell I'm outclassed; anyone else want to try their luck?" One of the other guys, Fred, stepped up. Then Joseph pointed to my empty glass: "Can I get you another, Miranda?"
"I think I'll go back upstairs." I gave Harold a quick kiss. "Good luck, Honey."
Joseph said "After you" and followed me up the stairs. I suspect he enjoyed the view. I had intended to get another margarita but felt light-headed after climbing the stairs and paused to let the dizziness clear.
"Are you feeling alright, dearie? Perhaps you'd like to lie down?" Joseph put his arm around me and guided me to a darkened guest room. I sprawled out face down on the bed, which was covered with a comfy stuffed blanket. Joseph turned on a low light, locked the door and felt my forehead. "Maybe you need to cool off."
Of course I was hot, between the alcohol and my raging hormones! I mumbled "Mmmm" while he proceeded to remove my heels, peel off my nylons, unzip my dress, remove my panties and unhook my bra. He massaged my neck, shoulders, back, bottom and thighs -- oh, how heavenly! He then stripped naked himself and asked me to roll over so he could finish removing my dress and bra. I smiled when I saw his rather large fuck-pole standing at attention.
He put two fingers in my cunt and, satisfied I was good and wet lifted my legs onto his shoulders and shoved his pole into my pussy. He left it still for a moment while my love canal clamped down and tried to milk him, then he began stroking in and out, first slowly and gently and then faster and harder. "Oh god, oh, that feels good, oh god!" I moaned. His cock was thicker and longer than Harold's. I came twice before Joseph unloaded into me. After he pulled out I realized from the goo leaking out of my snatch he hadn't used a condom.
When Joseph left me I lay there savoring the afterglow of sex. I felt simply wonderful. It had been years since anyone but Harold had fucked me. I thought I'd better get up and go find him, though -- before Ginormous or one of the other women caught him! I smirked to think I'd put one over on her, fucking her husband, but he was so smooth and practiced I doubt it was a rare event. Oh well.
Before I could climb off the bed the door opened and Fred stepped in. He had been among the pool players and was easy to recognize with his red hair and beard, both trimmed short. I just lay there wide-eyed as he smiled warmly, locked the door, and proceeded to remove his shoes, socks, shirt, pants and finally briefs. He looked to be fortyish and quite attractive, so I just enjoyed the show despite having no doubt what was going to happen to me. When his briefs came off I was surprised -- his dick hung down. All my other lovers had been at least semi-erect when I saw their tool.
Fred walked toward the top of the bed and reached for my hands, pulling me toward him and leaning in for a long kiss. Then he said "Sit up, Sweet Cheeks" and pushed my head down to his still limp tool.
I gave it a quick lick and then took it in my mouth to suck. It started to grow...and grow...and grow! It wasn't unusually long but turned out to be the fattest cock I'd ever had. Fred said "Open up, Sweet Cheeks", pulled his monster out of my mouth, piled some pillows and cushions in the middle of the bed, and positioned me on hands and knees straddling the pile. He got behind me, paused a moment to say "That's so beautiful! Ready, Sweet Cheeks?" Then "Here we go!" as grabbed my ass and pushed his cock into me. I pushed back; with steady pressure the monster parted my cunt lips and popped into my cave. He kept pushing until he was completely inside me -- I felt so stretched out! He rested it there for a bit while I experimented with moving my pelvis and contracting my pussy -- what fun!
