A Housewife’s Anal Adventures: A Tale of Sex, Voyeurism, and Anal Intercourse
Published by Smashwords
Copyright Madame Erotica 2011
By Madame Erotica
Content Warning
The following short stories contain graphic sexual content and are appropriate for mature readers only. These short stories are not meant for readers who are under the age of 18, or readers who are offended by explicit sexual material. If you are offended by material of such nature, please do not continue reading.
If, on the other hand, you are ready to read tales of housewives in sexual scenarios that will make you want to read these stories again and again, and you are able to handle material of such nature, then read on.
How Julie and Charles Met
Julie and her husband Charles lived right outside of Palo Alto, California in a brand new 2.4 million dollar home. Unfortunately, 2.4 million dollars hadn’t purchased what Julie and Charles had imagined, both of them being from small rural townships in the Midwest. Nonetheless, Charles had just completed his emergency medicine residency training in a small rural Illinois hospital program, and both were excited to be purchasing their new home. Charles had signed a contract with a small local practice, and had been guaranteed about 400 thousand dollars a year. They had discussed their purchase extensively and finally had decided to invest heavily in the future, and plan to stay in this home for the long term.
Julie worked as a Registered Nurse in the emergency room. In fact, that is how the two of them had initially met. She still remembered the day like it was yesterday. Actually, it wasn’t even that long ago to begin with: they had met and gotten married within three months, only three years ago during Charles’ internship year. He had been assisting his attending physician (the boss) place a central line catheter in a very sick patient, and Julie had been the nurse in the room assisting. She still remembered how hot she thought he was when he was putting in that central line and how she had flirted with him that day. Like many young nurses in the emergency room (Julie was only 23 at the time they had met), one of her goals of working in the hospital was to meet a young handsome doctor, get married, have babies, and live in a big fancy home. Now, Julie had actually lucked out in that she had accomplished all of these goals, and had fallen in love with Charles at the same time.
That day they had met, Charles had completed putting in the central line, and Julie had initiated the clean up process as soon as he was done, disposing of all the sharp objects, the bloodied 4X4 gauzes and such. Charles, unlike many of the other physicians, had actually volunteered to assist in cleaning up and threw away all of his own disposables. Julie had been impressed by this, and remembered smiling at him somewhat seductively as he left the room. Charles had been working the 8PM to 8AM shift that day, and this all occurred about at two in the morning. Charles had taken heed of Julie’s smile, and had found to her be incredibly hot. She always wore tight scrubs that showed off her tight body. Her ass was a perfect bubble, her waist was perfectly thin, but not too thin. Her scrub top was perhaps the aspect of Julie’s outfit that day that aroused the most attention from Charles.
Julie had often worn somewhat baggy scrub tops when she worked in the emergency room, with very low cut bras. This way, when she leaned over just a little bit, it would reveal the top half of her perfect, round, perky breasts and only a slight hint of a bra. She had dirty blonde hair, which at the time she had cut short but now was long. In any case, Charles had taken notice of all of these things, and her little smile as she walked out the room that, to him, screamed, “Fuck me right now.”
That night, he had done just that. He struck up a short, comical conversation with Julie after placing the central line, and started bragging about his new laptop computer, which was conveniently located in his call room. He had suggested that she come to his call room with him to check out the computer. She shyly agreed, and followed him. As soon as they entered the room, he closed the door, and two of them immediately started going at it as if they hadn’t had sex in years. Charles immediately removed her scrub top revealing her milky white, perky breast. He ripped off his own scrub top as well. He then pulled the drawstring on Julie’s tight scrubs, and she assisted him by tugging the tight scrub pants down and kicked them to the side of the room. She had been wearing bright pink boy shorts which Charles still recalled driving him crazy. Within minutes, Julie had been laying on her back, with Charles on top- his scrub pants pulled down below his knees and his cock deep inside of her pussy. They fucked that night for all of fifteen minutes, as both were so horny they weren’t able to last very long.
The part that Julie remembered the most was after they were done fucking, and Charles was about to come, he half came inside her and half all over his call room bed. He came so much, it was like he had been holding it in for ages. She still remembered coming home that morning and when she took off her clothes to shower she still had cum oozing from her pussy. Anyways, the aspect that she still remembered regarding the whole situation was that apparently some of that cum from their fuck session had landed on her scrub bottoms which were on the floor.
By the time Julie had put on all of her clothing and had left the call room area to re-enter the emergency room, the cum had dried to the point where it was quite obvious what she had done during her little self-assigned break. All the nurses laughed and poked fun at her for months and months to come. Her best friends started jokingly calling her the call room slut, which Julie accepted as a good sport. The reason the joking ended after a few months was because only three months later, the two had fallen in love and had eloped to Hawaii to get married. After that, it wasn’t so funny anymore.
In any situation, let’s get back to the story at hand. The two had moved into their posh new home and had been living there for about a month and a half. Charles had started working almost immediately, however Julie still had not resumed work. There was so much work to be done around the house with their new move, she wanted to make sure everything was situated and all the furniture and important household items were purchased before she went back to work.
Charles worked about 48 hours a week, which wasn’t so bad. By the time he got home, he never had to take his work home with him due to the nature of his job as an emergency room physician. He worked 4 twelve hour shifts Monday through Thursday, and had Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off. Basically, this meant that Julie had become sickeningly bored Monday through Thursday, but by the time Friday rolled around Charles was so tired he didn’t even have enough energy to make love to her.
This, obviously, had driven Julie completely mad. She couldn’t stand it anymore. One Thursday afternoon, hours before Charles would arrive home from work, Julie decided that the two of them needed to take a long weekend spa vacation somewhere. She had picked out the island, the spa, and all the details on the internet while Charles was at work. She even picked out a five star hotel which was connected to the spa and a luxury car that they could drive while they were there. They had the money, why not enjoy it, she thought to herself.
So, that day, when Charles came home in the evening, she surprised him with the little vacation package, and he happily agreed to go.
And that’s where this little erotic tale begins…
An Adventurous Flight
They departed from the San Francisco Airport on Thursday night. Charles had suggested that they make this a trip reminiscent of something from a college spring break, involving a great dealing of drinking and a great deal of sex. Julie was completely okay with this, especially the latter part, which had been lacking from their marriage for the past several months secondary to the hassles involved with the move.
She had purchased first class tickets for both of them, and both were seating in the second row. She took the window seat, as usual, and Charles to the aisle seat. They were already somewhat tipsy, as they had been drinking at the airport bar for about two hours, as their flight had been somewhat delayed, as usual. Julie had enjoyed her favorite drink, a mojito… four times. Charles stuck to his usual scotch on the rocks, 12 year. He had downed about 6 of these, but he had no problems tolerating his alcohol. None the less, Charles was still riding a very pleasant buzz.
As soon as they were seated, the lights were dimmed, as it was night. Charles stood up and obtained a blanket from the overhead bin. The blankets in first class were much nicer and larger than the ones they provided in coach.
Julie remarked, “Honey, why are you using a blanket? It’s so warm! Who uses a blanket in July?”
Charles smirked. “I’m just a little bit chilly. Is that okay?”
“Whatever you want dear,” Julie chuckled.
He placed the blanket over both of their laps.
“Charles, I’m not cold!”
Just as she said that, she felt Charles’ left hand creep along her right thigh up to her crotch. He rubbed the inside of her crotch over the top of her tight black pants.
Julie moaned softly. “Honey, are you sure this is okay? What if someone notices?” Charles kept massaging her clit through her pants without responding to her concerns.
He rubbed her gently at first and then more aggressively. He could feel her clit filling with blood and becoming large and engorged. He squeezed her clit gently, again from through her pants, and massaged it gently. He could feel her becoming wet through her pants. He did this for about five minutes, and then inched his fingers to her waistline. By this point, Julie had no interests in declining his advances. She reclined her chair slightly back to make the angle slightly more easy for his hands. Charles slide his left hand down her pants. He felt her thin silk thong panties and immediately became hard. He slid his fingers down the front of her panties, which were completely soaked with her cum by this point.