She was so happy her family was leaving for the weekend to visit her husband's mom. Her mind was some what fried from dealing with her husband's cheating ways that she had found out before Christmas of last year. As she was thinking of all the things she could do while her home was empty - the idea started to form.
Since finding out about the cheating, she would not allow him to touch her. She was repulsed. Because they had two boys (12 and 10), she figured she'd stick it out in a sexless marriage until the youngest graduated. Then, she'd be free. She was working with a lawyer to give her husband a tight proposal to ensure that she would have money and dignity at the end of this fiasco. But what was also occurring was that her body was in serious need of a long hard fuck. She felt that her nipples were constantly hard. She felt that her pussy was always slick wanting something. She became a masturbator by cause.
She decided to post on Craigslist for a naughty playmate, in Casual Encounters - all the while thinking it would be a perfect payback to her cheating husband.
She drafted, redrafted, tossed away and finally developed a listing. The original post was as follows:
Wednesday, March 3, 2010 posted at 10:34 pm
"Playmate Required for Weekend Fun" (w4m) (42) (WestSide)
The family is away this weekend, and I am looking for a young playmate to keep me entertained, busy and renewed. I am a fit 42 year old who is in a sexless marriage and desire a sensual and passionate encounter.Can you make me breathless? You must be between the ages of 22 and 34, discreet, D&D free and a non-smoker. Send me your reasons why I should pick you, and then, let's make this Real!
After her posting, she went for a shower. She looked into the bedroom on her way down to the den, and her husband was on his side already fast asleep. She logged on at 11:01 pm, and found an astonishing 35 emails in response! Woohoo, she thought. Her pussy was already eager for play. Slick. She read through each email. Deleted a number of them, that didn't fit the criteria and kept three. She composed a draft email that she would send off in the morning.
She went upstairs to the bedroom, and snuck quietly into bed, not to disturb her sleeping husband. Her nightshirt was short and exposed her bare pussy. Her hand snaked down, and she could not help but start to masturbate at the thought of a passion erotic weekend ahead. She was trying to be very quiet, but the sound of the wet pussy having a couple of fingers moving in/out made her husband awaken, and realize the sound. He didn't want her to know he was awake, and pretended to still be asleep. She continued, moving her fingers/hand faster, teasing. His cock was hard to the sounds beside him. He dare not move because he didn't want it to stop. The sloppy sound of a very wet pussy was so erotic. He was so turned on that she was pleasuring herself. He just wanted to roll over, and fuck her! Fuck her hard and make her cum for him, like he used to. Then, he noticed her breathing change, and he knew she was getting very close to cumming. God, he cock had precum spreading across his boxers. She couldn't help herself, but her hips were moving, and she held her breath to stop the groan that wanted to come out of her throat. Ah, she spread her legs out a bit, imaging her new lover fucking her hard. She arched her back, and let the orgasm come. Pulse. Pulse. Her breathing returning to normal. She was now at least relaxed enough to sleep.
He waited, and when he could tell she was asleep, he got up and headed to the kitchen. His cock was straining. He needed to cum as well. He took the Olive Oil out of the cupboard and drizzled it on his aching cock. With hard cock in hand, he headed to the den. He flipped up the laptop and found a porn site. Not that he really needed it. The sounds of his wife's pussy was being replayed in his mind. He was caressing his cock with the oil on it. Slowly starting to jerk himself. He leaned back, one eye on the laptop porn vision, and one on his hard cock, imagining it fucking his wife. Too much, he couldn't last. The low groan was sounded and his cock started to spunk out his cum in thick ropes landing on his stomach and thighs. He leaned back. His heart rate slowing down. He sure wished his wife and him could resume their former intimacies, but understood his punishment.
Then, he noticed the little envelope in the corner was blinking. He clicked on it, and found his wife's emails. His cock responded! He was thinking how could he get in on this action. He didn't want to make her mad, only to have relations with her again.
Thursday arrived. She was vibrating from anticipation. She had sent off the drafts awaiting responses. She couldn't just sit and wait, and took off to the gym for a workout, and a massage. While she was gone, the husband had those little nanny cams installed by a guy. One in the kitchen, the living room, their bedroom and the den. The feed would go to his laptop he used for work. When it was all online, he could watch from the privacy of his office.
Shortly later, he watched her enter the kitchen and do the normal things. Eventually, she left and headed to the bathroom for a shower. She was stripping off her workout clothes, and pinched her nipples. She stopped and moved onto the bed. There, the husband watched her masturbate with her fingers bringing her to an orgasm. His cock was straining against his clothes. She then got up and hit the shower.
Later, he found her in the den, laptop up and she was writing emails. Apparently, she must have been setting her weekend up. Then, the phone rang. She answered it and he could hear her talking and laughing with someone. Then, her other hand snuck into her pants and she was masturbating again. Instant hard cock - again. She continued the naughty talking and eventually came for the caller. They made arrangements that when the family left on Friday morning, she would call him and the playtime would start.
He was so turned on by all this. He wished he could sneak into a closet and watch with hard cock in hand. That evening, he could feel the sexual energy all around his wife. He just wanted to take her to the bedroom, lay her on the bed, and bury is tongue inside her until she was limp. Instead, that night, he waited and listened to her masturbate in the den, while he was in the kitchen, and he sprayed his cum on the cupboard door, which he quickly wiped up. He then coughed and said loudly, "Are we out of juice? Where's the juice?". She quickly got dressed and came flushed face into the kitchen, with an odd look on her face. He thought to himself that she knew he listened. He smiled.
They both went up to bed, thinking similar thoughts - they could hardly wait for Friday - but for very different reasons.
- to be continued -
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