Black Curiosity
CENSORED!
By
Melissa Dubban
Published by Melissa Dubban at Smashwords
Copyright 2010 Melissa Dubban
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Her name was Amanda. John had her pegged for mid-twenties and a local, but she told him that she was from out of town and her fellow convention goers had left her behind at the hotel. There was no news of a convention in town, but then again he hadn’t been much of a newspaper reader since the funeral.
“What kind of convention is it?” he asked, adjusting his sports jacket nervously.
“I don’t want to say. It’s embarrassing,” Amanda looked away.
“Come on,” John pushed, “You have me intrigued.”
She lowered her voice and put up her hand to mask her lips, as if somebody might read them from across the room. “It’s a sex toy convention.”
He nudged closer to her on the bar stool, “Really?”
She took a drink and smirked, “Really.”
“You don’t look like the type who would be in that type of business.”
“And what type is that?” she teased.
John held his breath as if to stifle his words but instead risked it, “You know, the bad girl type.”
“Well, maybe I’m a bad girl on the inside and a good girl on the outside?” She looked down and adjusted her travel suitcase with her heel.
His curiosity piqued, John had to ask. “So tell me, Amanda, what do you have in the suitcase down there? Are those, uhm, samples from your convention?”
Her eyes lit up and she licked her lips, “John, I was afraid you would never ask. I could show you if you want.”
“You know,” the middle-aged man pulled his shoulders back and drew a deep breath, “I happen to live less than a block from this bar, if you need someplace more private to open that suitcase.”
The beautiful brunette twisted the stir straw from her drink seductively over her tongue. For a moment her smile faded and then reappeared as she discarded the plastic rod on the bar counter. “Okay, John. Show me this place of yours.”
He took Amanda by the arm and escorted her smugly from the bar before the jealous eyes of the male patrons. But if he had known what was truly in the suitcase, John Kinsley would have run for his very life.
Part I - Wife’s Wicked Warm-Up
The seventh night
It was six months prior to when John Kinsley stepped from the bar with the mysterious conventioneer Amanda. Outside the last straggling dark black leaves fell from the trees as the mid-December wind cut through the hillside community. The McMansions had sprung up about ten years prior shortly after the golf course was built. Then came the country club and the township ordinances that buffered the well to do neighborhood from undesirable homes being built nearby and helped retain their grossly inflated property values.
The people who bought into this quaint plastic community were the typical white suburbanite types. The husbands worked in the city in the finance district or at the advertising agencies or occasionally ran some of the small businesses in the area. The wives ran the homes and gossiped amongst themselves and found new inventive ways to torture each other through home owner association meetings. That was when they found time between their power walks, little league soccer games, and shopping binges, of course. The helmet adorned kids rode safely on their bicycles on quiet streets, threatened only by their older siblings who drove maniacally though the isolated housing development in their hand-me-down BMWs and graduation Priuses. Roxburn Heights was a hot bed of normalcy with a moderate helping of pretentiousness.
Each street had its own story to tell and its own deviations from the norm; Fristelser Court was no exception. The cul-de-sac had five beautiful homes in Home Owner Association approved pastel color combinations, one of which belonged to the Stanwick family. Jennifer Stanwick, the nineteen year old daughter had escaped off to college for her freshman year leaving her parents, Ben and Carol, alone together for the first time in years.
Now on typical nights the forties couple would have been typically tucked away on opposite sides of their king sized bed. But that mid-December night and the week preceding was unusual for them and would have surprised both Ben and Carol had they been told what was to come. Somebody from the outside of the house might have only seen a faint glow like that of a television creeping through the Venetian blinds of the side window. Their neighbors were not only ignorant to the activity that was taking place on the second floor of the Stanwick house on that winter night, but were clueless to the fact that six months later one of them would be dead.
The office was illuminated only by the bright images that emanated from the computer monitor. The sounds of the room were subdued moans that came from the computer speakers, tiny pangs from the spring-back computer chair, and stifled squeals of pleasure from a housewife who had one hand buried between her legs and another on the wireless mouse.
Carol felt her wetness all along her own fingers and dripping down the inside of her thigh only to be caught by the fabric of her terry cloth robe. If anyone were to turn on the light they would have seen her neck red and face completely flushed. She pulled her fingers away from her mound right before her last orgasm could peak. Yes, the dirty scene flashing across the computer screen had certainly put her back in the mood again and it was time to head to the bedroom and her patiently waiting husband. She logged off the computer so Ben would be unable to see what she had been masturbating to and then walked quickly to the doorway where she found her husband slowly stroking his cock on the bed.
“How was your warm-up tonight?” he asked.
Carol smiled widely, “It was so hot, that I had to ‘warm up’ three times, if you know what I mean.”
“I was wondering what was taking so long. Are you ever going to tell me what has you so turned on?”
“That wasn’t part of the deal,” she taunted, “but this was…” She pulled her robe off, exposing her naked body as she climbed onto the bed and onto her waiting man. Much like the other nights, there was no foreplay involved. He was hard, she was wet, and husband and wife were once again happy. She went to turn off the light when Ben stopped her.
“Don’t- I want to see you tonight. You look especially sexy,” he complimented. He meant it too. Carol was a stereotypical suburban housewife who worked out to stay in shape. She wasn’t a hard body like some of the women at the gym but she certainly wasn’t fat. Unlike a lot of the younger girls who frequented the gym in full make-up and long nails, Carol went there to actually exercise. She rode the stair master for thirty minutes then worked the lighter settings on the circuit machines. Ben admired her perfect ass, toned thighs and flat belly. She had a substantial D cup that –when she was heavier- seemed to match her larger frame. Now that she had trimmed down her body was phenomenal; it was difficult to believe that after all these years of marriage she was looking sexier than ever. That night she was completely naked, ready to mount his stiffness with a look of passion she hadn’t expressed since they were dating.
“Okay, we can do it with the lights on,” she replied. She needed it hard tonight and anything to keep things moving would be fine with her. She grabbed Ben’s rod and slipped it into her waiting hole. Easing down his length she closed her eyes and ground on his body, feeling the penetration deep up inside of her. She couldn’t tell him what she was thinking, but it got her worked up while riding on top of her husband. She pictured herself in the sex scene she just watched and felt white hot between her legs as her husband grabbed her ass in his hands.
For years his wife had been a frustration. Easy on the eyes but a cold fish in bed. The guys would make half jokes about what a hot piece she was and Ben lied, describing Carol as a tiger in bed. What did he have to lose? Besides, when a man describes his hot looking wife as not putting out, everyone automatically assumes it’s the husband’s fault. But it wasn’t his problem she was so boring in the sack. It was Carol’s fault that he had to step out of their marriage for some physical satisfaction, however. Look-but-can’t-touch was what was supposed to happen at dance clubs, not in your bedroom.
But now Ben was so happy things had finally started happening in the bedroom again. Since his secret affair ended two years ago their infrequent sexual activity had dropped off to being almost non-existent. Carol never found out but there were days that she seemed to know something – that damnable women’s intuition that kicked in at inconvenient times.
He was sure that nobody at the country club had said anything and Tina, his young fuck-toy, was too dumb to try to blackmail him. But the youthful blonde girl was getting attached and started calling him on his cell phone when he was home. He was going to miss the sex but not her emotional baggage. Hell, he wasn’t even sure why he was spending so much time with her in the first place. She was barely old enough to drink and even that she couldn’t do. “Doctor’s orders” she would tell him, whatever the hell that meant.
So with the relationship finally winding down, Ben decided to set up a fun party for him and his best friend, John Kinsley. It was just to be the three of them; a going away treat for the married men who worked so hard. When she told him ‘no’ on their last night together, Ben realized she needed a little motivation to get her going, a little something to slip in her drink that he had picked up from a buddy a few weeks back. He had used a jimmy here and there and found it made women a little more pliable not to mention more forgetful.
But Tina remembered everything – more than an inconvenience for Ben. After that, it was time to break things off and he did it when she was home nursing yet another cold. Tina took the whole incident poorly to state the obvious and when she came back to work rumors started to pop up that she was sleeping with a married man. The stupid bitch couldn’t keep her mouth shut and Stanwick and Kinsley figured it was only a matter of time before their ‘last night’ started circulating as a rumor as well. Ben couldn’t have that and, thanks to some prodding from his buddy John, she was fired from her job at the country club and finally out of the picture. After a couple of calls, Tina vanished from the scene.
So now he was going back to the same old hum drum with Carol. He still managed to find a hottie to play with while on the road, but then the budget cut backs at work started in and Ben’s business trips dropped off to less than two per month. Tina was gone, his occasional escapades on the road were curtailed, and Carol was her typical lifeless self. His sex life had certainly dried up in a hurry. He was a man forced to pay attention to his wife if he ever wanted to get some relief from anything other than his right hand. But Ben’s plan to get Carol more in the mood seemed to work this time; so much so that he was having a difficult time keeping up. His wife had become a tigress in bed who initiated things all week long. He was finally coming around to the idea that putting some effort into his marriage was a good idea after all.
Carol leaned over and rubbed her tits along his chest, grabbing onto his neck as Ben passionately kissed her throat and shoulders and up toward her waiting mouth. Their bodies were intertwined like lovers who had not seen each other in months, yet this was the sixth night in a row that they had together making love with each evening turning the heat up even more.
The housewife jumped off her husband and got on all fours, waving her ass to tempt him. “Now do me from behind, Ben. I need it hard tonight.” He didn’t protest and climbed into position behind his sexy wife, sliding his cock into her waiting hole. He pumped into her and she rolled back to meet each thrust as his balls slapped lightly against her pussy.
“Oh yeah, spank my ass while you fuck me!” she moaned. It was her first time in their entire marriage she had talked dirty to her husband and she could barely believe the words were escaping her own mouth.
“Wow! What’s gotten into you?” he asked, moaning and groaning as he jogged his hips faster.
“Shhh!” Carol said, “Don’t talk. Just fuck me. Fuck me harder and spank my ass now!” Ben complied and she yelped as the slap of his hand on her cheek cracked loudly through the room. She commanded him to do it more as she closed her eyes and drummed up the images in her mind that she had masturbated to earlier. Oh, that’s better! she thought, The mind truly is the greatest sex organ. It only took some external stimulation to bring hers to life and it was even hotter knowing that Ben was clueless as to the wicked things that went though her imagination.
One week prior
“I don’t want to watch some stupid porn movie, Ben!” Carol snipped. “It’s embarrassing!”
He looked at her in exasperation, “Hello? We’ve been married for over twenty years, taken showers together, and done all sorts of sex things together, so why wouldn’t you do this one little thing?”
“We’re married. I shouldn’t have to look at other people having sex. You should be enough for our relationship, don’t you think?”
“That’s the problem, I’m not enough for you apparently. Nothing puts you in the mood anymore. I’ve tried romantic getaways, candles, all the foo-foo stuff. At this point I’d be happy to have you excited about anything.” It wasn’t the first time her husband had said this and each time it was painful to hear.
Carol rested her head in her hands at the edge of the bed, her frustration building and a cry coming on. “That’s not fair. The problem isn’t you or me. It is just us. We don’t have any time with each other and I’m tired and I just don’t have the energy for sex at the end of the day.”
“So what do you suggest? Have sex once a month. Or a year?”
“I don’t know…” she sniffled.
This argument had been going on and off since the arrival of their daughter Jennifer nineteen years ago. No time, no sex drive, no interest. It was all mixed together in that thing called marriage as the two struggled on and off to stay connected with each other. Carol always told Ben (and convinced herself) that things would be better once their daughter vacated the house. She complained about fatigue, the thin walls, and the embarrassment of having their daughter hearing them having sex; all of these things that would vanish once college started and Jennifer was at the dorms.
Well college had started and it was early December and things had not improved at all. The tuition costs should have been considered robbery and she was forced to cut back on her shopping by order of her husband. Trips to the mall were bland as she walked depressingly past Aldo, left empty handed from Armani Exchange, and actually scoured the racks at Ann Taylor for sales instead of heading straight for the season’s newest releases. Her body was finally in the shape where she wanted it and now Carol was forced to budget her clothing expenditures for the first time in over a decade.
And then there was Ben and his extra long business trips. She found the bar tabs from the strip clubs and raised her eyebrows at the $9.99 adult movie rentals in the hotel room bills. The occasional long hair on his suit suspenders she tried to convince herself belonged to the naked women at the clubs he attended instead of the potential extra-marital affairs he was probably having. Not that she could blame him; Carol was preoccupied by the day-to-day management of the house and bills and the last thing on her mind was sex.
One night when she and Ben were home together she walked past the office across from their bedroom. Her husband was staring at the computer screen intently when he looked up and forced a smile.
“Did you take your medication?” she reminded him.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he answered dismissively. “Hey, honey, want to take a look at something interesting?” He waved her into the office, gesturing for her to come and look at the computer screen; on it was a picture of a younger woman in her twenties giving oral sex to a man.
“Ben you know how I feel about that crap in the house.”
“No, you don’t understand,” he said calmly, “I want us to maybe look at some pictures together… to jump start things in the bedroom so-to-speak.”
And so the argument started and would continue for the whole weekend. Ben wanted them to look at dirty pictures and talk about them and hopefully have the two of them turned on enough for sex; a typical male. Carol was not pleased with the idea on the other hand. She worked damn hard to keep her body in shape and the last thing she wanted was her husband ogling some girl half his age on the computer screen and thinking about her instead of his own wife. He already spent too much time flirting with the younger women who served drinks down at the country club bar. And this was yet another reminder that her husband wanted to think about somebody else in order to be aroused.
Of course she understood all too well the need to think about ‘other things’ in order to spur her seductive mood and perhaps that was why she hypocritically admonished Ben’s suggestion. Carol had looked at her husband’s magazines occasionally after finding his private porn stashes over the years. Secretly, they titillated her and she had masturbated to them on the rare occasion. Pictures of men and women together. Pictures of threesomes. Pictures of lesbian sex. Even the pictures of the girls by themselves as they posed for the camera and played with themselves. Each time Carol would cum and then feel terribly guilty about what she had just done or thought about.
During their rare lovemaking she would look down at her husbands belly and pale skin and realize it just wasn’t piquing her interest. The naughty images would then creep to the forefront of her mind, tickling her libido and sending her to a fantasy world while Ben moved on top of her pumping his unremarkable manhood. It kept her entertained and her husband was none the wiser.
After a time she would complain to Ben about the magazines and that he needed to “throw that trash out” or she would. Months or even a year would go by and she would find new magazines hidden in the garage or under the bed and the whole process would repeat. Each time she yelled at Ben, Carol secretly knew she was angry with herself as well for the perverted thoughts that crossed her mind.
The worst afternoon came when she was feeling especially lonely and in need of company. Even her graying husband with his slowly enlarging beer belly seemed like a good option but Ben was out playing golf with business partners at the Roxburn Country Club. Carol had just finished cleaning up the foyer and was bringing some jackets into the basement when she noticed a box underneath her husband’s toolbox. A tiny corner of colored paper poked out from a rip in the side and Carol’s eye caught the pink tone of a feminine leg.
She opened the box and found five porn magazines, all of them dog eared and clearly read. Carol was angry, having told Ben to keep these magazines out of the house so that their daughter didn’t find them. But the undeniable urge was there, building, a growing pit in her stomach and an ache between her legs. Impulsively she grabbed the top magazine and headed for the bedroom.
It was the middle of the day and her daughter Jenny wouldn’t be home for awhile – she was spending the afternoon across the street with her friend, Sarah. Carol flipped through the first few pages of the filthy magazine and simultaneously slid her fingers into her panties. Here she was about to turn forty and she was playing with herself looking at a magazine called Finally Legal: All Girls Edition. Girls in pigtails just out of high school licking each other, sucking on each other’s tits, kissing and fondling and shoving vibrators into each other. One of them looked like her daughter’s best friend Sarah.
Once back in school Carol’s friend Allison French-kissed her on their graduation day (while they wore their cap-n-gowns!), but nothing ever came of it and that was the end of her experiences with other women. Still, as a modern woman she found other females attractive and in weaker moments she had played with herself looking at them or thinking about them. It was naughty for her, but it was never anything she would act on or say anything about. But there was no denying at this moment how wet the picture was getting her. In fact she realized her fingers were rapidly stimulating her clit and an orgasm was building.
It wasn’t Sarah of course. No, her nose was a little different and her freckles weren’t as pronounced. But for some reason Carol couldn’t stop looking at her. The layout featured a dark haired girl licking at the redhead’s bald pussy, fingering her, kissing her. One picture had the Sarah-look-alike with her arms pinned down by the other girl as she slipped a bright pink strap-on dildo into her teenage hole. The look on her face was one of a young woman being totally corrupted and Carol’s body jerked and spasmed violently in response. The orgasm was so intense that she screamed out loud.
Five minutes later Jennifer came bouncing in the house with the real Sarah from across Fristelser Court, giggling about boys and school. Carol couldn’t even look at either of them. The guilt of what she had fantasized about overwhelmed her and the magazine went into the trash as she drove out to the mall. That had been two years ago and her secret masturbatory sessions ended then. Ben never found out. If he had he probably would have been quite angry that she was masturbating but not ‘putting out’ in their relationship, as he so crudely liked to call it. Carol made it a mission to purify her thoughts so she could actually look her neighbor’s daughter in the eye again.
But Ben continued to bring that trash home. The final straw was when she found a couple of x-rated DVDs in her husband’s sock drawer. She threw them in the trash, this time without even tempting a peak. A few days later Ben confronted her, “Hey, why did you throw those DVDs away? They aren’t even mine!”
“Whose are they?”
“John’s. He lent them to me as a gag.” “Why do you even still hang out with him? Didn’t he move into the city?”
“He still plays golf here, honey.” John Kinsley was their neighbor from across the way, Sarah’s father, who had moved out after divorcing his wife. He still belonged to the Roxburn Club and was the only person on its committee who didn’t actually live in Roxburn Heights. He was also Ben’s best friend.
“Well why is he lending you porn?”
“It’s just what guys do. I don’t understand what the big deal is. They’re just movies, Carol. And it’s not like I’m getting any action around here.”
The argument spun out of control until he walked out the door, slamming it behind him. The topic was never brought up again and the skin magazines and movies disappeared. Carol was sure he was stashing new ones someplace she didn’t know about and after awhile she simply couldn’t be bothered to look.
She and Alice, Sarah’s mother, spent an afternoon at the coffee shop after working out that morning and Carol complained about feeling ugly and undesirable. Alice rolled her eyes, “Well, at least you have a man in your life. John is gone and the only company I get is the naughty stories at the back of Cosmo and the trashy books. You should try to spice things up with Ben.”
Months later, divorcee Alice had supposedly met a new boyfriend and Carol got cryptic half-tales about her man and his legendary sexual prowess. Meanwhile, her own married sex life was going nowhere and Ben was asking for them to look at x-rated pictures on the internet together. For her husband it was his attempt to figure out what made his wife tick, not to mention relieve some of his sexual tension. For Carol, it just felt wrong, like they were opening a can or worms. Still, something had to be done and she was tired of feeling un-sexy.
“So what is this grand plan of yours again?” she asked her husband.
Ben rolled his eyes, “It isn’t a ‘grand plan’. We just look on the internet together, talk about the things we see, play with each other a little, and then get in the mood for the bedroom.”
“But what if I don’t want you looking at these other girls?”
“Well, you’d be looking at other men, you know.”
Carol thought about it and then looked to her husband, “I’ll tell you what. I want to look at the pictures by myself -no interruptions, no questions- and then I join you in the bedroom when I am sufficiently…you know.”
“Warmed up?” Ben suggested.
She chuckled, “Yes, warmed up.”
“So I just sit in the bedroom and wait? That doesn’t seem fair.”
“Well, according to you its ME that is never in the mood. You seem to have no problem so I think you can just relax in here. Besides, you can think about me doing naughty things out here by myself.” They chatted it over some more and finally agreed to give Carol her warm-up time.
The first night
The next day she asked Brian Kinsley, Alice’s son, to set up a new user account on the computer and password protect it before her husband came home from work. The eighteen year old was a skinny Irish kid with ears that stuck out a bit too far and a vapid expression on the occasions she spoke with him. There wasn’t much about him other than Carol catching him staring at her chest and flirting harmlessly (and unsuccessfully) with every girl in the Heights.
He had offered to help her in the past with anything technical so he became the go-to geek when the computer had spyware or needed an upgrade. He wasn’t a genius but he certainly knew more than she or Ben did. When Brian asked why she wanted a separate user account, Carol lied and said she needed to do some Christmas shopping online and didn’t want Ben finding her history. The teenager showed her what to do and had the account set up in ten minutes.
“Just pick out a password,” Brian told her, standing over the chair and holding it out for her to sit. She looked over her shoulder to see him staring down her blouse.
Carol turned back to the screen and thought about it for a few seconds before typing in ‘trouble’. She gave her geek a ten dollar bill from her purse which he took with thanks.
Once alone she stared at the internet browser and pondered what to do. Not really sure where to start she simply typed in SEX PICTURES into the search engine and scrolled through the various links. She was shocked at how many websites there were, how much money they asked for, how many different themes there were. Eventually she found a website that had free pictures and videos with thumbnails to entice you to click those links. One link was a brunette woman giving a blowjob to a handsome European looking man; she clicked it.
The pictures quickly loaded across the screen as Carol watched uncomfortably. She was a little turned on, but still feeling awkward about actively seeking out pornographic pictures, but there was a certain level of comfort that the computer had firewalls and anti-virus software. Besides, she was doing this to be with her husband, to help her marriage, to help herself feel better.
She ‘X’d out of that link and went back to the previous page with all the thumbnails. The page was actually well laid out with ‘Most Popular’ thumbnails up on top and then categorized links running along the side. She scrolled down the page and read some of the names: Straight, Lesbian, Threesome, Group, Anal, Dildos, Gangbang, etc. She remembered to bookmark the site with the name WARMUP and then shut the computer down. Ben would be home soon and she had to go shopping for some incidentals to go with dinner. Yes, with the housekeeper gone the grocery chore was annoyingly back on her list.
*******
Four hours later Ben was lying down in the bedroom with the door shut, waiting patiently for his wife to ‘warm-up’. She had supposedly found some naughty pictures to look at although he had his doubts. For all he knew his wife was looking for a new winter jacket or filing her nails.
But Carol kept her promise and was back in front of the computer. Her brunette bob haircut brushed along the white robe she wore; underneath was nothing else. She glanced frequently at the bedroom door across the hall to make sure it remained closed and then slowly relaxed as she realized she would have plenty of time to shut the computer off if Ben decided to come into the room.
Memories of her dirty masturbation sessions from the past were surfacing, but for the forty-one year old this was a new experience in many respects. Her husband had practically begged her to look at the pictures on the internet so it wasn’t like she was doing anything to betray him. It sounded strange, but in the past even her fantasies felt like some violation of her marriage vows and as such she never explored them. That was with the exception of the occasional moment of weakness with her husband’s magazines.
The first picture she clicked on was blonde haired man licking a brunette woman’s pussy. He was well built with a wash board stomach and nice arms that held his lover tightly. His cock was rigid and lengthy and the woman was holding a ruler to it that measured him out at seven inches. “Wow,” Carol whispered to herself, amazed at his size.
Each picture showed the attractive couple in a variety of poses in a well dressed room. She skipped through them quickly and went onto the next set – this time a threesome between two women and a man. Carol began to lightly rub her already excited clit as her eyes scanned across the images. Two women locked in a sixty-nine position as the slightly attractive male slid his dick into the girl on top. As her robe spread open, so did Carol’s legs. Her whole toned body was exposed as she fingered herself looking at the scene. She stopped.
Quickly logging off the computer, Carol walked to the bedroom and was greeted by her husband. She didn’t speak of what she masturbated to; in fact she didn’t speak at all. The husband and wife held each other and kissed each other and soon began to make love.
The second night
“You are really in the mood again tonight?” Carol asked, exasperated by her husband’s constant hounding for sex.
“Yes!” he answered, “Aren’t you? Especially after last night? We haven’t made love like that in a very long time.”
“It was nice, but I really don’t think we need to do this every night. I’m not in the mood.”
“Jennifer is going to be home in a week. We should take advantage of the time we have.”
“Ben…” she whined.
“You can always warm-up if you want…” her husband let his comments dangle in the air.
“Do I have to?”
“You don’t have to, but it really turns me on knowing you are out there looking at all those dirty things.”
His wife considered the idea as her memory drifted to the previous night. The pictures had helped in that particular instance and perhaps he was right that they could help tonight.
Twenty minutes later she was at the computer again. Ben had peaked out of the bedroom at the beginning and she quickly turned off the monitor. “No peaking or I won’t do this anymore!” she yelled at him. He couldn’t see anything from the bedroom door anyway but it was the point of the matter.
“Fine, I won’t peak,” he grumbled, shutting the door.
Carol went to her favorites and opened the WARMUP website once more. She needed to vary the types of things she looked at so she scanned down through the categories until she saw the word MILF. A year back one of Jennifer’s girlfriends called her that in a complimentary way and all of the teenagers got a good laugh as Carol stood there, clueless as to what the word meant.
“Mom, it means ‘Mother I like to you-know-what’”,” Jennifer embarrassingly told her.
“Jenny!” she snapped, “I don’t want to hear you talking like such trash. In fact all of you girls should be ashamed of using a term like that.” The topic was quickly dropped but she was smiling as she turned around and out of sight from the teenagers. It was nice to get a compliment, even if the source wasn’t her husband. It was ironic that a year later Carol sat in front of the computer looking at a whole category of porn called MILF. She clicked it.
A page opened with some movie links, each one of them featured an attractive woman in her thirties or forties with a much younger man. Each one couldn’t have been much older than their early twenties and many of the young studs looked like they just graduated High School. That is just plain dirty! she thought to herself, closing out the page and moving onto the straight section again. But as she played with her pussy, she realized none of the pictures were getting her as excited as she had hoped. Impulsively she clicked back on the MILF link and watched a half dozen video clips in a row and scoured over pages of pictures. Carol’s clit was throbbing now as she thought about fucking a man half her age.
One set of pictures had a younger girl and a younger man (both appeared to be eighteen or nineteen) getting caught by an older woman, some mother figure no doubt. As the pictures progressed, the older woman pushed the younger girl out of the bed and began to suck and fuck the young man’s cock while the daughter figure looked on jealously. A video link was conveniently located underneath the pictures and soon the same actors and actresses from the pictures were streaming across her screen. The story played out just as she thought. The eighteen year old’s mother caught her with her boyfriend and –instead of being horrified- she punished her daughter by ‘showing her how it’s done’. In her mind flashes of Jennifer’s handsome boyfriend, Phil, forced their way into her fantasy as she slipped past her clit and shoved a finger into her soaked pussy.
…Catching my daughter sleeping with her boyfriend…
…Stealing Phil away from her…
…Sucking that eighteen year old dick…
…Riding on top - showing him what a more experienced woman can do…
Carol almost came and had to calm herself down before she joined her husband in the bedroom. When she finally did, she was well beyond worked up and desperate for her husband to penetrate her. Unlike the first night, Carol switched up their positions frequently, dragging Ben from one part of the bed to the other. As she came that night, her thoughts were on that eighteen year old dick fucking her all night long. Ben came almost simultaneously and fell upon his wife.
“Wow, that was intense,” he complimented. “Aren’t you glad we did it again tonight?”
Carol kissed him on the cheek, “Not nearly as glad as you will be when we do it again tomorrow.”
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The next morning Ben woke up early and went to the computer. He wanted to snoop on his wife’s activities on the internet before she got up and he had about fifteen minutes before he needed to be in the shower. Clicking onto her icon on the Windows sign-on page, it prompted him for a password. Okay, so she wants her privacy, he thought. It still frustrated him slightly, but the fact that they had sex two nights in a row was not something he was going to complain about.
The third night
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Click. Open the browser.
Click. Open the bookmarks.
Click. Open WARMUP.
Click. Carol pressed the link for LESBIAN and let her eyes wander over all the soft flesh. Her fingers were already on her pussy, teasing her own mound and rubbing herself as she watched the naughty girl-girl acts come to life on her computer screen.
Earlier that night she was watching one of her regular sitcoms when two female characters kissed on the mouth. Ben was in the kitchen getting a snack and missed the kiss and Carol didn’t bother to tell him. But the whole night she thought about the two women kissing and her ‘warm-up’ time would be a perfect opportunity to explore that fantasy.
Most of the images and videos were from a company called Sapphic Erotica. The girls were all extremely attractive and had nice bodies, albeit most of them couldn’t have been more than twenty one. The camera work was well done and the kissing… Oh, the kissing was very sexy. Carol was feeling exceptionally dirty tonight. Here she was, a married conservative mother rubbing her clit watching these sexy young girls licking each other, grinding against each other, shoving vibrators into each other’s pussies. Her whole body was on fire as she watched a whole set of movie clips that featured a MILF getting licked by a girl in pigtails. The older woman was grabbing onto her pigtails and grinding her cunt up to that teenage tongue. So naughty! Carol thought as her orgasm was building past the point of no return. Her fingers frantically clicked on the next video and she gawked as a new woman ate another younger girl out with skill.
A MILF indeed. The porn star happened to be the same woman from the previous night but this time she was doing the whole girl-on-girl thing. So she likes young men and young women, Carol mused as her body started to shake. The girl was a redhead and lean and probably no older than nineteen. God, she looks like Sarah! She was surprised with the revelation and even more surprised that her fingers never stopped massaging her button. A flood of guilt and perverse pleasure came rushing from the past – a memory of a similar looking girl in a magazine.
Sarah had grown up to be even cuter than she used to be; a sweet teen with a great smile once the braces came off. A sexual thought about her had once invaded Carol’s mind and had been pushed out. Now it was back and the middle aged woman’s wetness coated her fingers. I can’t believe I’m watching this movie, watching a girl that looks just like my daughter’s friend getting licked… Licked by an older woman… Like me. Oh, she likes it! She wants it. Damn I want to lick that nice bald pussy so bad! …Shouldn’t think of her that way but it is so hot. So naughty! That’s it, Sarah, let me lick that little pussy of yours. Oh, you bad girl, Sarah! was what she was thinking as the orgasm shook her from her toes to her head.
With her climax passing, Carol’s guilt started to creep back. Why was she looking at this stuff? Why was she thinking these things? This whole thing was meant for her to be closer to her husband, not exploring her own perverse desires. How could I think of Sarah that way again? She’s the same age as my daughter! The housewife logged off.
“Ben, I’m a little sore down there,” she told her husband as she walked into the bedroom. “Do you think we can skip tonight and do things tomorrow?”
He was disappointed, especially after waiting for fifteen minutes. Ben was rock hard and needed some relief and the idea that he would have to wait was not appealing at all. He spooned his wife and rubbed his manhood against her ass. “Come on, Carol, we can go easy tonight. How about I take care of you first, okay?”
“I don’t know…” she responded, but her husband was already working his way down her body to her wet mound. As he began to lick her pussy, Carol moaned loudly and spread her legs open. Yes, it had been awhile since he even offered to lick her and it felt so good to have his tongue dancing over her clit. His fingers pushing into her hole.
…HER fingers pushing into my hole… she thought. The naughty feeling was returning in strength as Ben continued to stimulate her. She opened the floodgates in her mind and allowed all the dirty fantasies and feelings and images to come rushing back. The whole idea that she was being licked by her husband while fantasizing about a woman was an unstoppable force that crowded out all reason and morality.
…Her sweet little mouth licking pussy for the first time…
…My pussy…
…What a dirty girl she must be to have a MILF seduce her…
…Lick her…
…Finger her…
…Kiss her…
…Make her my lesbian play toy…
…No boys for her…
…Only girls…
…Hot, dirty lesbian sex with a nineteen year old girl…
…Sarah!
“Oh yeah, lick me! Lick me! Yes! Yes! YES!” Carol climaxed for the second time that night, her whole body electrified in pleasure. She quickly sat up and pushed her husband onto his back, grabbing his cock in her hand and sucking him vigorously. He had been waiting so long for some loving that it didn’t take much to get Ben to pop his cork. She jacked him off and watched his cum shoot into the air and land on the sheets. Carol got turned on watching her husband’s semen fly out of his cock head and it came as a great relief in more ways than one; after two strong orgasms fantasizing about women she needed something to balance her out. The last thing she needed was to freak out over ‘going gay’ in her forties.
The fourth night…
Carol kissed her husband hard on the mouth as he lay in bed playing with himself. After twenty one years of marriage she was finally realizing what a turn on it was to watch him jack off. She had caught him many times before in the past, but each time she barged in on him and ruined his moment of self service. Now she was wishing she had watched him for awhile, maybe even let him finish the job while she spied.
“Don’t cum without me,” she whispered as she stepped out of the bedroom and closed the door. Logging onto the computer, she quickly found her way through her website, scrolling through all the options. Tonight was definitely going to involve men in her fantasies. She had to! Last night was too damn naughty to do again and she figured the sight of a dick would bring the focus of their night back on her husband. Her mouse pointer was hovering over the STRAIGHT link, but then she paused and looked below it. She saw the words GANG BANG and impulsively picked that category instead. What she saw was something she had never seen before, not even in her husband’s magazines.
Sure, two men with one woman occasionally popped up in the magazines and in her thoughts. But three men? Four men? Eight men?! One set of pictures was very high quality and the actors and actress all looked very attractive. The girl was sucking on one cock as she held two more in her hands. One cock was in her pussy and a fifth man was pushing his dick into her ass. To be in the middle of all that manliness, Carol considered. To feel that slutty and let all those men use me…
Her pussy was already wet as she slid two fingers up inside of her waiting cunt. The video that played in front of her was of three men jacking off and cumming all over a big breasted woman’s tits. Carol pumped faster, clicking nervously through the various thumbnails as her excitement built.
“Carol? Are you coming in?” came her husband’s muffled voice from behind their bedroom door.
“Yes!” she shouted back. Looking at the clock she realized it had been almost twenty minutes Ben had been waiting. Off went the computer and she rushed to the bedroom, attacking her husband with yet a new set of fantasies ricocheting about in her brain. As she rode his stiffness, her mind created a whole new set of other lovers surrounding her, stroking their manhood in front of her, shoving them in her mouth. She stared at the wall at the conjured image, bouncing away on Ben’s dick.
“What are you staring at?” he asked in a pant.
“Shut up and fuck me harder,” she scorned him.
The fifth night…
“Hurry up in there,” Carol peaked out the window across the street as she waited for Ben to finish up in the bathroom.
“You can start without me,” he called back.
“No way, not until you are safely tucked away in the bedroom. I know you – you’ll peak in on me during my warm-up session.”
“Fine. I’ll be out in just another minute.” He sounded exasperated but Carol could care less. She wanted to do some more exploring on the internet tonight. The floodgates were open and Carol Stanwick was feeling like a new woman these days. Pulling the drapes aside again she watched through the blinds as a red Audi parked in front of the Kinsley house across the street. The girl driving was a pretty blonde that the housewife seemed to recognize but couldn’t put her finger on where she had seen her face. On the other side of the car the door opened and out stepped a tall black man with dreadlocks. He pulled the passenger seat forward and out stumbled Brian Kinsley.
Is that his girlfriend? Carol wondered about the blonde. Is the black man Brian’s friend? He certainly wasn’t from the neighborhood. Knowing everyone else’s business was tough work in the well to do neighborhood and Carol tried to piece together what she was watching, mostly to distract herself.
Brian walked around the car and he and the blonde girl kissed. The driver looked over at Carol in the window and pointed, causing the forty-one year old to instinctively pull back and turn out the lights in the hallway.
“Ben! What are you doing in there?” she rapped on the bathroom door.
“I’m having a fucking heart attack while looking for my medication, do you mind?” he retorted.
Carol rolled her eyes, “It’s on the top shelf, Ben, where you always leave it,” she reminded him again.
Now standing in the dark, she peaked out the window and saw Brian waving to the black man and the blonde as he walked through their front doorway. Before the door could even shut she watched the dark skinned man and the blonde begin a passionate kiss that definitely made her doubt she was dating Brian. The sports car was parked right under a street light and it was impossible to miss his big hands groping into her jacket and her creamy colored hands holding fast the back of his head. The kiss made Carol squeeze her legs together; an interracial relationship was next to non-existent in the middle-upper class housing development and Carol had certainly never had an attraction to black men. But as this chocolate colored stranger to her neighborhood kissed the back of the blonde’s neck and ran his hands down her body, Carol couldn’t help but look on.
The blonde smiled and looked up at the window as her lover groped between her legs. Can she see me watching? the housewife wondered.
The toilet flushed and Carol jumped back from the window and into the office. She hurried her husband into the bedroom so she could begin her warm-up session.
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Click. Open the browser.
Click. Open the bookmarks.
Click. Open WARMUP.
Her website looked different and Carol realized she must have accidentally clicked on one of the tabs when the web page was loading because the word “INTERRACIAL” was clearly printed on top and the pictures… Well, the pictures were the likes of that which she would never have picked on her own.
The forty one year old wife’s belly had butterflies and her sexual tension instantly ratcheted up several degrees. The first two nights she had certainly seen some interracial thumbnails to click on but she had no desire to actually view them; black men just didn’t do it for her and the thought never even crossed her mind.
But now here she was staring at a page filled with black men and all of their parts. Big parts. She double checked to see if Ben had closed the bedroom door, then clicked the left mouse button and watched the screen fill with one image after another of white women coupling with black men. She chose one link and then another, waiting impatiently for the websites to pop up; Carol’s fingers were already running along her mound and she realized she was wet to the touch.
The girl in one of the pictures was a brunette and had a haircut just like Carol’s. It was a gang bang pictorial, much like the others she had looked at the night before. No, nothing like the ones from before; this time every man in the picture was black and well equipped with menacingly sized penises. The girl in the image was touching her pussy while on her knees, looking at four black men with their pants undone as they surrounded her. Carol clicked the video.
“Yeah, suck my black dick, bitch!” one of the men told her as he grabbed her by the hair. The others were saying vulgar things as well but she didn’t seem to mind being called names at all. The porn actress smiled and pulled on the biggest cock Carol had ever seen. It wasn’t just long but it was thick as well and it was dark like coffee. While the actress was sucking on the one cock, the others tugged on theirs, each one dwarfed her husband’s dick by several inches. Carol quickly looked over at the bedroom door again to make sure Ben was staying put then turned her attention back to the screen. She grabbed the video player volume bar and pulled it down slightly despite knowing the sound was too low for her husband to hear.
The video clip ended 90 seconds later and Carol’s hand was shaking on the mouse pad. The scene was gritty. The sex was edgy. It was like nothing she had ever considered watching. She clicked the next video and watched the scene pick up again. The girl wasn’t smiling anymore. She was lying on her back with her mouth agape screaming as her pussy was stretched open with a monstrous black dick. “It’s too big!” she cried but neither she nor the black man did anything to stop their sexual act. Instead she took every inch of it; the look on her face was one of amazement and awe, pain and pleasure. The other men were jacking off their huge dark rods as they waited their turn to violate the woman.
Carol’s own fingers were moving as fast as they could now in and out of her sopping wet cunt. Her mouth was dry. Her eyes were fixated and the wave of pleasure sweeping over her body was impossible to stop. She didn’t want it to stop. She wanted the wave to crash and break. She wanted to feel that powerful dick inside of her. She wanted-
The video stopped after 90 seconds. Her mind wasn’t even thinking at this point, only her body was acting. Carol clicked the next video clip and witnessed the woman getting fucked from behind while another massive black dick shoved in and out of her mouth. Her left hand grasped his mighty rod and her wedding ring gleamed in the video shot. The other two men were nowhere to be seen but she didn’t care. When the video ended she hit play again. And again.
“Oh yes! YES YES YES!” she moaned as her body quaked violently and she had a hard time focusing her eyes. She stared at the screen in disbelief, wondering what had compelled her to even watch such an act let alone become so aroused by it. Of course she knew the interracial kiss she had spied out the window was the culprit. A thick guilty feeling washed over her, knowing full well how Ben felt about ‘darkies’.
Carol also felt tired all of a sudden. She closed out the interracial site and was about to shut the computer down when it donned on her that Ben was still waiting for her in the room, expecting her to be ‘warmed up’. Once again she allowed some perverse fantasy to creep into her thoughts instead of keeping her husband in mind. What was I thinking? Carol’s head was swimming and the heavy sickening feeling like she just cheated on her husband was upon her again. The satisfaction of her orgasm coupled with the dirty feelings she was having conspired to kill her mood to go have sex with her husband, but she knew she would have to explain why she was no longer interested in sex.
I’ve got to get warmed up again, she thought. A few clicks had Carol back on the guy-girl pictures and masturbating but she was still thinking about ‘those other men’. Every time she scanned through the thumbnails she found a white woman with a pair of black hands on her. Or a big black cock in a white feminine mouth. Or a black cock inside a white pussy. Those interracial scenes were everywhere now that she started looking! Could interracial porn be THAT popular? It was shamefully obvious that the married housewife was getting hot again looking at the black men. Not just hot but dirty hot. Carol needed to cum. Cum thinking about fucking those big black cocks like a dirty slut.
She clicked on the INTERRACIAL link again and the whole screen was flooded with giant black dicks and sexy white girls. Occasionally there was a white man with a black girl but Carol’s eyes skipped right over those. The naughty feeling was quickly creeping back into her belly while her fingers slipped back into her cunt. She shouldn’t be looking at all these black men, but it was definitely putting her back in the mood for sex. Yes, she was doing it for her husband after all, wasn’t she? Ben had practically begged her to look at dirty pictures and Carol was definitely warming up. There was irony knowing that her husband (who hated blacks) had steered her inadvertently into looking at interracial porn to warm her up.