My next door neighbor, Carole, is a very sexy and wanton wife and mother of three boys. At first glance you might not consider her to be in the MILF category but she is one wildly fabulous fuck. Her husband, Tom, is a very straight laced conservative and doesn’t appreciate his wife’s desires, talents and skills. For this, I am glad since I am now the recipient of her lusty and nasty intentions. A while ago, Carole and I settled into an agreement where I would take care of her private needs with her becoming my personal whore and quite a hot and wild, slutty whore she is.
One thing that makes Carole such a terrific slut and whore is her appearance. Most of the time she appears to be a very pretty but chubby, dedicated wife and mom, but it is just a disguise to hide the “real” Carole. When she dresses and makes herself up as a slut to be my whore, she has a way of emphasizing her dirty desires, her need for cock and the fact that she is someone’s wife and mom as well. The combined contradiction is devastatingly arousing.
While a bit overweight, she has an exaggerated hour glass figure with the excesses settled into the best of places. Her body is cushy and inviting with big, pillowy tits that have big, long nipples which are wonderful to suck and a round soft ass that begs for attention. Her legs are surprisingly shapely and toned. She looks spectacular in stockings and heels. Carole looks every bit as fuckable as the busty, curvy pinup girls of the fifties such as Jane Russell and Jayne Mansfield.
Over the past few months, I have bought Carole some very sexy lingerie and a few outfits which really make her sluttiness shine and emphasize her status as my personal whore. She is required to wear her “naughty undies” whenever she is around me so that I have complete access to her lush and sexy body. This includes the times when Tom and the boys are around. She can generally make herself up and dress in such a way that she is emphasizing her availability to me while not giving her family any idea of what is going on. Since I have a great love for irony and the inherent contradictions in life, this excites me no end.
I have a very lucrative position with a local electronics manufacturing company, managing both working shifts and this leads to long days. I am not home before 8:00 pm on most evenings. Carole has come up with a plan to alleviate her daily boredom and make herself readily available to me. She is working as my maid during the day, helping keep my abode neat and tidy and I am often able come home in the middle of the day for extended periods to relax and relieve tension. I am an organized person, so there is very little for Carole to do in keeping up my house. Her only real duty is to fuck and suck me when I come home.
Unless otherwise instructed by me, Carole is to wear a sexy little French maid’s outfit when “cleaning” my home. It does nothing much to cover her but it does a wonderful job of accentuating her plush figure and showing her off as a slutty whore.
Her maid’s outfit gets us so hot and horny that we have fucked, sucked and played everywhere in my house. Both of us have vivid imaginations which we put to good use during our playtime.
In talking about our play, both Carole and I admitted that we found the wickedness of our actions to be a major factor in our arousal and enjoyment of one another. Carole told me that she felt as if she was a “she-devil” out to seduce the men of the world into depravity, starting with me. The image of her as a devilish seductress stuck with me and took on a life of its own in my mind. This image became the seed for our latest adventure.
I found a red, revealing “she-devil” outfit at a local adult store. With a few modifications it became perfect for what I wanted. The outfit had a red corset with attached garter straps, a set of red fishnet stockings, a small set of red horns, and a long, red pointy tail. I shopped for a couple of other items in the store, including a pair of metallic red pumps with four inch spiked heels and ankle straps, and brought them all home.
Having spent the past several years in electronics manufacture made the next part of my plan relatively easy. I took the powerful vibrating motors out of a couple of old pagers and used them to replace the original motors of two vibrators. I bought a cheap cell phone to use in triggering the vibrators. One vibrator was a large realistic looking rubber dildo with a small protruding button to stimulate the clit. The second vibrator was a shiny silver butt plug. To the second one, I epoxied the devil’s tail.
I arranged to take the following Monday and Tuesday off knowing that Carole was attending a family reunion that coming weekend. They were going to leave early Friday and I knew that she wouldn’t have anytime to attend to her needs all weekend long from her lamentations, so come Monday she would be incredibly horny. The last part of my plan was to call a friend and poker buddy of mine who was wild enough to help me with my crazy scheme.
Mark works for UPS as a manager and occasionally gets out for delivery work, which he enjoys. I told him to arrange his schedule so that he would be delivering to my home late Monday morning and to play along with whatever happens because it would be worth it. As I thought, he was game.
Carole came over extra early that Monday and was as horny as could be. She made sure that Tom and the boys got an early start so she could come over and hoped to convince me that I should leave for work late after attending to her needs. She was more than a bit surprised when she found me dressed and ready to leave so early. She had figured on me being ready to take advantage of her desperate horniness.
I greeted her at the door and handed her a wrapped package containing her new outfit.
“A present for you, Carole. Try it on and show me how it looks.”
With a happy smile, she headed off into the bedroom and put on her devil’s costume. She came out beaming and gushing.
“Ross, this is wonderful. It is so sexy and so naughty. Now I really feel like a she-devil.”
The corset cinched her waist and lifted her big tits wonderfully without covering them in the least, accentuating her natural hourglass figure. The red fishnet stockings and the metallic red pumps showed off her shapely legs. The little, red devil’s horns on her head were perfect for the effect. Carole had gotten into the mood. She fixed her makeup so that it had a very dark sultry look, extremely slutty and seductive. She used a dark red eye shadow and deep red lipstick and nail polish. Just perfect.
She showed me pointed devil’s tail with the silver butt plug attached to it and asked, “What about this, Ross? What do I do with this, baby?”
I had no doubt she knew exactly what it was for but she wanted to hear me tell her.
“It’s your tail, you slutty she-devil. It goes in your ass of course. Get the anal lube from the bathroom and I will help you put it in.”
She came prancing back with the tube of lube in her hand.
“Go over to the sofa and lean over the arm. Expose yourself for me, slut.”
I watched her move across the living room floor to the sofa. There was a very seductive and satisfied sway to her hips and ass. Her tits jiggled enticingly, enhanced by the sexy rolling gait that the heels gave her. Little did she know what I had in store for her. I listened to the heels click on the hardwood floor. There is something so very exciting about the staccato clicking of a woman’s high heels on a hard floor.
Carole did exactly as she was told. She stood before the arm of the sofa with her legs spread and then bent over at the waist, exposing her already slick and shiny pussy lips and the winking, pink pucker of her ass. She leaned over with her hands on the sofa cushions so that her big tits were dangling freely. She knows that I love to see her just like this, so needy and so exposed. Her ass was wiggling with giddy anticipation and her tits swayed gently too and fro. Yum!
I walked across the room to my waiting devil woman. I made sure that she could hear my hard soled shoes tapping at the floor as I approached slowly. We take delight in teasing one another to distraction. Anticipation really builds the arousal and the excitement. It usually ends up with an explosion.
Carole knew I was enjoying teasing her. As I approached, she let me know just what she wanted.
