Margie sighed as she listened to the front door of the house close behind her husband Howard. Rising from the edge of the bed where she sat, she walked nude to the bathroom. Totally unaware of the eyes that followed here every movement. She felt her breasts sway gently with her movement, the cool air only making her nipples ache more.
As the 42 year old mother and wife stood in her bathroom setting the temperature of the shower water, she worried about where things had gone and where they would finally end up.
She wasn't unhappy, Margie mused. No, not unhappy, just...bored. I mean, be real, she thought, stepping into the warm water. Twenty-one years of 'in the dark on your back'. There had to be more. She had read, watched some movies, and been thrilled at the positions and things she had seen
She had tried spicing things up with Howard. His reaction, while not a surprise, had been more than disappointing. The sexy lingerie she had bought, he had scoffed at. The attempts she made to have sex in different places than there bedroom, he had simply ignored. Even when she had sat almost nude on his lap in the living room, he had simply looked around her at the television.
Then, this morning, before his Saturday golf game, she had even gone so far as to handcuff herself to the headboard of the bed and begged Howard to ravish her.
Her husband's only response was to tell her she needed to set a doctor's appointment to get her 'raging hormones' under control. He couldn't understand why she wanted something like that.
"You don't like how we make love Margie?" he husband had almost yelled at her. "It's worked for over twenty years."
Margie recalled her words with a tremor in her body. "I don't want to make love" she had fiercely told her stunned husband. "I want to FUCK."
As her hands slowly flowed over her skin, Margie tingled at the thought of being just simply taken. Her fingers tweaking her hard nipples in the waters spray. The thought of being pounded like a dog in heat from behind sending shivers through her
"Oh god yessss" Margie softly moaned as she pinched the hard buds.
As the image of herself on her hands and knees being rammed by a big thick cock swam through her mind. She never saw the shadow that drifted by the bathroom door.
A tall form swept around her bedroom, preparing. The small metal object she had carelessly left laying by her pillow was moved, one end snapped to the head board. A large fluffy towel stretched out to cover the bedsheet. The curtains were softly drawn and two small candles lit to give the room only the faintest glow.
Now and then the form would stop at the cracked bathroom door to make sure she was still in the shower. Hungry eyes raking over her form through the steam covered shower door.
It watched as the mature woman slowly slid two fingers between her spread thighs..sinking them deep into the steaming hole between her legs.
As Margie trembled under her own touch, visions swam before her closed eyes. Only, this time, she didn't fight the issue. She knew, why she had been after Howard to do something different. To try to 'divert' her attention.
As her belly flexed and her juices joined the warm water trickling down her body, Margie saw the visions again.
Bent over a chair in the dining room, a huge cock driving into her from behind. One her hands and knees, that same huge cock, plowing into her.
As the knot grew deep in her belly, the visions cleared. Only, it wasn't Howard taking her body. No..."Tom" she moaned with wanton desire.
Tom, their twenty-one year old son. At six foot three and a strapping high school football player. Tom looked much like his father had twenty years ago when Margie had first watched him crawl between her spread thighs. Except one thing.
That massive...thick cock. The one burned into her mind almost two months ago when she had looked through his partially opened door late at night. The huge piece of meat she had stared open mouthed, watching him stroke.
While not small at seven inches, Howard could not even hold a candle to that massive piece of man meat. And as she had stood silent in the hall watching her son, she had wondered what it would be like to have THAT shoved up her hungry twat.
She had tried everything to expunge that memory from her mind. In utter failure. She had hoped by getting her husband to spice things up, it would remove the images. Now, as her fingers plowed in and out of her dripping cunt, she let the images come.
"Oh god...Tom" she moaned. Feeling the waves begin deep in her belly. "Make me cum baby" she groaned. "Make mommy cum."
Outside the bedroom door, the form began to slowly undress, watching Margie's self-pleasure with rapt attention. The shadow half hidden in the dim light.
Stepping back from the door, the sound of light banging as it moved the door then deliberately shifted items on the night stand. Then, drifting out the front door of the bedroom.
Startled by the noise, Margie whipped he fingers out of her clutching pussy. Stepping out of the shower she grabbed a towel and stepped through into the bedroom.
The view caught her totally by surprise. The bed ready, the candles, 'oh my god even the hand cuffs' she thought. She saw the small strip of cloth laying on the bed, a blindfold, she wondered.
