From Lonely Unfilled Housewife to Perverted Slut Chapter 2 re-posted Edited by a friend.
True Story, Cheating
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Gender: female Age: N/A Location: N/A
Originally Posted Sat 28th of January 2012
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No persons involved in sexual acts or even witnessing the same are included in this series under the age of consent. A person under the age of consent may be mentioned in passing but he or she as the case may be is only casually attached or included in this series as a casual informal non-participant in any fornication of any nature. This version was modified by Geo.Venereal as editor working with joan

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From Lonely Unfilled Housewife to Perverted Slut Part 2.

Paul and I slept in the same bed in our new home. We had the same kind of sex every night before going to sleep for the first three weeks. Then I realized I had missed my period. Not long after that I began having morning sickness. I would get up and not feel like breakfast. Usually I was hungry in the mornings. I didn’t have a mother to talk to about being pregnant and I was afraid to talk to Paul’s mother worried she would think I was being too emotional. Paul did have his three sisters Sara, Tina and Maggie but I didn’t want to approach them either. I don’t think they would have been much help either since none had children of their own yet. I don’t know but I got the idea they seemed timid when it came to talking even talking about sex. I wondered if they were frigid and their poor husbands Greg, George and Tony yes another Tony were suffering from a lack of sex. All three from the times all of us got together seemed very dominant and knew their minds.

It was funny Paul took more after his mother and sisters being more withdrawn with very little interest in sex. As Paul’s brothers Jason, Ted, Mark and Tony were aggressive like their dad. I guess those things just happen in families. Even though we didn’t see Paul’s brother very often I always caught them leering at me and it made me uneasy but yet turned on at the same time. I was surprised Paul didn’t even notice his brothers obvious roaming eyes on me. They often said to Paul. Your one lucky man Paul to have such a sexy woman that keeps herself in shape.

That would have been enough for any woman being secretly admired by her husband’s brothers but what was even worse his sister’s husbands. As I described all were great looking studs. Greg, George and Jeff made the same kind of comments about me and even went as far as to say. I wish our wives your sisters-in-law looked half as good as your wife Paul.

I went to my doctors for my examination and indeed I was pregnant. That first time must have been the day I got pregnant. Anyway I wish I hadn’t given Paul the news of my pregnancy because he stopped having sex with me completely saying he didn’t want to harm the baby growing inside of me. We seldom even hugged or even kissed from then on. He began spending more and more time at the construction site as well as gym and less and less time with me. I was feeling so lonely day after day. I hoped when I finally gave birth he would want to spend some time with me and the baby.

My mother and father and law didn’t visit very often as well as Paul’s brothers and sisters. Although when I did see Paul’s brothers Jason, Ted, Mark and Tony they leered at me especially when Paul wasn’t watching. Like I said before it was sort of a turn on. Also his sisters husbands, Greg, George and Tony also leered at me. Other than that it seemed everyone had lives except me. Paul wanted me to be a stay at home mother. Our baby girl was born a couple of days early but was healthy and adorable. Especially to Paul who adored her and thought the perfect name for our perky daughter would be Sandra. Named after Sandra Dee.

What little sex life Paul and I had before Sandra went down the drain and I was often left unsatisfied and lonely. Paul’s brothers and brothers-in-law still gave me the eye when Paul wasn’t looking didn’t help with my lack of sex. The only time I got out was to go to the gym or for food shopping. The years went by and little Sandra was growing into a sweet adorable teenager. At fifteen Sandra brought home her first crush. He was a nice enough boy. I thought he was on the dominant side. Also he was twenty almost twenty-one. I thought a little too old for Sandra. Paul agreed with me but he didn’t want to upset his little princess so said it was okay for Sandra to go out with Vincent. Of course Sandra had grown out of the name when she became a teen and everyone called her Sandy.

Sandra and her boyfriend had been going out just under eleven months when she came home one day from school with Vincent of course. “Mom Vince and I will be going out one year next month. Can we have an anniversary party? Please mom. Please dad.” Sandra pleaded.

Of course anything to please his darling daughter Paul said yes and every thing would be arranged for the night of festivities.

Sandra had brought her friends over to the house many times over the years she grew up so I knew them all. I don’t know if she chose her friends by looks or if they just happened to be the best looking boys and girls in the school. For some reason Sandra liked being around the older boys at the junior college school and had no friends her own age other than some of the girls from her school. They were all around sixteen to eighteen years old, still older than her. The girls were very attractive and the boys athletic, tall, masculine and muscular and not saying it out loud (my husband wouldn’t listen anyways) but all the boys looked to be junior college age.

I picked out my simple one piece light blue dress that fell just below my knees and came to my neck with short sleeves. I was proud Paul had worn his dress pants and light blue shirt. At thirty eight he looked like he was in his early thirties. His dress pants fit him well emphasizing his muscular legs and his blue shirt fit him like a glove. I saw many a woman take a second look at him and knew they admired his looks. If only they knew what he was like when it came to sex they wouldn’t go for him. I thought to myself. When we did have sex it was the matter of pushing his five inches into me, cumming, taking his five inches out and then, pulling up his underwear, rolling over and promptly going to sleep. I don’t know how many unfulfilled, unsatisfied and restless nights I had spent over the years. Too numerous to count!

At last the day of the party arrived. Counting Paul and I there were an even twenty of us. I figured that was a good round of number to be at Sandra’s first adult party. I expected all the boys and girls to dress casually being teens and low twenties but I was surprised. The girls wore conservative dresses much like mine and the boys were dressed in dress pants and shirts. All of them emphasizing their great looking masculine bodies in the almost skin tight dress pants and shirts. I was also surprised when all the girls removed their shoes and the boys not only removed their shoes but also their socks. That was strange but I didn’t want to make any big deal about it. As long as the party went okay and everything was going well so far. I don’t know why but I felt relieved there were the same amount of boys as girls at Sandra’s first grown up party.

I put potato chips and dip out for everyone to help themselves and Sandra had picked out the music with Vincent. I was surprised Paul actually stayed at the party. It wasn’t too often Paul spent much time at home. I had a couple of dances with Paul and even some with Vincent. I did feel uncomfortable when I thought Vincent danced a close dance with me and pressed his body close to me. I was happy Sandra and her father had decided to have a dance together and didn’t notice Vincent’s body pressed so close to me. He was so close I could actually feel his hard penis pressed through his dress pants against me. As soon as the music was over I felt flustered and a bit turned on. I thanked Vincent for the dance and sat down on the couch. Paul came over and joined me sitting beside me reaching over and taking a drink of diet pop.

To my surprise Vincent sat on the other side of me. Sandra was on the other side of the room talking to one of her girlfriends Kathy. Yes, like most parties the girls had gone to one end of the room and were talking while the boys were at the other end. I guessed the boys were probably talking sports. I was the only one between two hot looking men although Paul didn’t count after all I was married to him.

It happened so fast I didn’t have a chance to recover. I leaned forward and picked up my glass of diet cola and just as I set it on my knee holding it in my hand. Vince spread his legs and my hand moved slightly and I lost my grip of the glass of diet cola with it falling into my lap. “Oh! I’m sorry Mrs. Johnson.” Vincent said. For some reason Vincent had always called Paul and myself by our last names.

“Don’t worry about it Vincent. I’ll just go up and clean up.” I answered putting my glass on the table. None of the pop had dripped on the floor it was only on my dress. My dress was soaked.

“I’m just going to change my dress Paul. I had accident with my pop glass. Take care of the party.” I said standing up.

I don’t think Paul was really paying attention but he said. “Okay Joan.”

I went up stairs to Paul’s and my bedroom and picked out a new dress to wear. A simple dark blue dress much like the one I was wearing. Then I went to the washroom. I took off my soiled dress and put it in the laundry. Then took off my soiled panties and stockings. I wiped my legs and pussy clean. I forgot to bring a clean pair of panties in with me. I decided I would put my dress on in the washroom and then go to my room and finish dressing by putting on my panties. Maybe I’ll forget about the stockings. I had deep tanned legs and always kept my shapely legs smooth including my shaved pussy. I no sooner had pulled my dress on and it fell past my knees when the bathroom door opened. “Oh I’m sorry Mrs. Johnson. I didn’t know you were in here. I thought you would have been in your bedroom.” Vincent said.

“Don’t worry Vincent.” I answered. “I am done in here anyway. I’ll be going into my room now. The washroom is all yours.”

“You look especially beautiful tonight Mrs. Johnson.” Vincent suddenly said.

I turned and was surprised Vincent was right beside me. I hadn’t realized the new dress I had put on was lower cut than the other dress I had worn. I had not done up the zipper on the side and the dress hung part way down my breasts. Thank goodness I had my lacy bra on to cover the majority of my breasts. Before I could move away from Vincent he had moved his long muscular arms around my slim waist and to my surprise had unfastened my bra. “Vincent! What do you think your doing. Your girlfriend, my daughter is just down stairs not to mention my husband.” I said trying to keep my voice down. I could feel my nipples harden though from the excitement of a young man taking an interest in me. I was thirty three at the time even though I kept in shape at the gym but still I was thirty-three.

“Your daughter is so bossy, so immature, such a daddy’s girl. But you Mrs. Johnson are all woman. Your daughter is a scatter-brain teenager. I’ve always from day one had the hots for you.” Vincent said moving his hands forward removing my bra at the same time as it fell from my small but perky breasts.

I know I should have pushed Vincent away and called for help but the feel of the hands of such a hot muscular younger man with large hands working my nipples was very intoxicating. I also think the thought of my daughter and husband just down stairs made me feel even hotter. It was like my body was on fire. Never over the years had Paul ever made my body feel like what Vincent was doing just by massaging my breasts and nipples. Then he leaned over and took one of my breasts in his hot mouth. I felt my dress pushed from my hips and it fell to the floor. Now I was nude not yet having put on any panties. Nude for the first time in front of another man other than my husband Paul.

“Oh Mrs. Johnson your so hot. Fuck your hot!” He whispered in my ear and I could feel his hand moving down my flat stomach and push into my pussy. “Your so fucking tight Mrs. Johnson. You need to be opened up. Feel what’s going to open you up.” Vincent said.

It was as if I couldn’t control the movement of my hand as I moved it between Vincent’s legs and I could feel his stiffness through his thin dress pants. I could tell he hadn’t worn any underwear. It felt so big. The only penis I had ever felt before was five slim inches belonging to my husband Paul. I had figured Paul was average size but compared to what I could feel through Vincent’s pants he was huge in comparison to Paul. Now my hands were out of control as I wanted to feel what his cock really looked like.

Vincent let go of me just long enough to undo the buttons of his dress shirt and take it off. By then I had undone the top button of his dress pants and had pulled down the zipper. I was amazed as this thick eight inch cock came bouncing out. It was a cock not a penis. It was far too big to be called a penis. Before I could move I felt Vincent’s strong hands on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. “Take it in your mouth. You know you want to Mrs. Johnson. You know you want it in your mouth.” He said.

The truth was I did want to take it in my mouth. The head of his cock was huge like a mushroom. I opened my mouth and took that mushroom in my mouth. In all the time I had been married to Paul he had never asked me to do this. I had always wondered what it would be like though but I didn’t want to push the matter with him. Paul seemed only wanting to push into my pussy and cum. He didn’t think of any of my pleasures.

“Be careful Mrs. Johnson you can do a lot of damage with those teeth of yours. They are fine looking teeth but not if they are scratching my cock.” Vincent said. “Please, wrap your lips around your teeth.”

I wondered how many times my daughter had done this to Vincent. I began to feel guilty. I shouldn’t be doing this to my daughter’s boy friend. I looked up with his cock head in my mouth. I guess Vincent knew what I was thinking. “Don’t worry Mrs. Johnson your daughter Sandra is still a virgin.” He said and pushed forward sending his cock further into my mouth. It was now at the entrance of my throat. I then began to choke.

“Try breathing through your nose Mrs. Johnson.” Vincent whispered as he withdrew his cock from my mouth. I took a deep breath and let it out and then Vincent grabbed a hold of my head in each of his large hands and pushed his large cock into my mouth just stopping to the entrance of my throat. He repeated this time after time until to my amazement my throat opened up and his cock started to enter my throat.

“Oh yes slut! I knew you were a fucking bitch in heat the first time I saw you. Look at you clawing at that pussy of yours. You want me. You want me to fuck you. Fuck your cunt?” Vincent suddenly said in a rough whisper.

I was shocked the way Vincent had changed from his calm cool gentle manner to one of a boy, no a man in full control. He was a man and he knew what he wanted. I felt for the first time in my life I really needed it. I felt hot. Vincent was right, unknown to even myself my hand was massaging my clit and pussy.

Lay down and let me fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. I could see right from the start that your husband was useless. You’ve needed a real man to open you up to make you a slut.” Vincent moaned.

I didn’t waste any time and very quickly laid down on the bath rug on the floor. I spread my legs as Vincent lay on top of me and rammed his cock into my hot pussy.

He didn’t kiss or hug me. He squeezed my nipples a moment before putting his hands on each of my hips and pushed hard into me. His cock rubbed against my clit as it entered me and something deep in my pussy that I didn’t know was there before. I pushed up to meet every one of Vincent’s plunges into me. “Fuck me stud! Oh fuck me hard stud!” I could hear myself moaning over and over again. I could feel myself getting wet as I had with Paul but suddenly something different happened. I felt as my pussy actually started spurting. Shit! I’d never felt myself do that before. “Fuck me, Oh fuck me you stud. Ram that big cock into me more.” I was on fire. I do mean on fire.

“Yes, slut take my cock you fucking bitch. I can tell your on fire. Your like a fucking bitch dog in heat. You don’t deserve to be fucked like a woman.” Vincent said pulling his cock out my hot pussy.

“Don’t stop. Oh don’t stop Vince. I need your cock in me hard. I need you ramming that big cock in me hard.” I heard myself moan.

“Roll over on your stomach and get on your hands and knees bitch. Bitch dogs like you get fucked like bitch dogs in heat.” Vincent said loudly.

I didn’t hesitate a minute to obey my new Master and rolled over on to my stomach and got on my hands and knees. I pushed my ass back. Moments later Vincent was behind me with his large hands on my hips. Then he drove his big cock into my hot pussy. “Yeah take that cock bitch.”

“Fuck me hard Stud.” I moaned feeling my pussy spurt again. I could feel Vincent’s cock deep in my pussy where not even Paul’s cock had ever reached. I felt his cock expanding inside me and knew he was shooting his cum into me. I wanted his cum in my hot pussy so bad. His cock was still rock hard when he pulled out.

He said into my ear as he leaned over my nude body. “But now is what you really deserve. I’m going to open that fucking ass of yours and truly make you into a true slut.”

“Not there. Oh no not there. It’ll hurt too much. Your cock is so big Vince.” I moaned.

I couldn’t believe what I had heard. Nothing but nothing had ever entered my ass. My ass was an exit device only. “To make it easier on you I’ll start slow and when I push in you push out. You got it bitch.” Vincent said.

“Okay Vince.” I said feeling my ass cheeks being spread open. Then I felt a couple of fingers spreading my pussy open.

“Oh by the way slut when I am with you in private from now on your to call me Master not Vincent or Vince. Got it bitch.” Vincent said into my ear.

“Yes Master. What ever you say Master.” I heard myself moan. I remembered the party going on down stairs and wondered if Vincent and I had been noticed to be missing at the same time. But I had little time to think as I felt Vincent’s finger scoop up my pussy juices and push his fingers into my asshole. My asshole hurt but I bit my lips. His finger had gone past my ass muscle into my hot ass hole now. Then he pulled them out.

“Get ready bitch for your first ass fucking.” Vincent said. “Are you ready?”

“Yes Master.” I moaned feeling his large mushroom size cock head pressed against my ass muscle then he shoved really hard and his cock head started entering my ass. It felt like my ass was being split in two but I remembered about pushing out as he pushed into me. His long thick eight inch cock inched into me slowly. His fingers had entered my pussy and also the other massaged my clit. My pussy was so on fire I didn’t feel his cock as much entering my ass. Soon I felt his big balls slapping my pussy lips. He pulled out of my ass and went back in again. “Take my cock bitch. Take it all. Your a fucking slut now.” Vince said over and over again. I don’t know if it was that I was finally getting dominated and screwed hard, or, how Vince treated me, but somewhere inside my ass was on fire.

“Fuck me Master. Fuck my ass hard Master.” I moaned over and over as Vincent rammed his cock hard in and out of my asshole harder and harder.

Could anything get better or scarier than what was going on in the washroom on the second floor. My trusting husband and daughter downstairs enjoying the party to celebrate the one year anniversary of my daughter and her boyfriend. Meanwhile the boy my daughter adored and loved was up in the washroom with me screwing my ass off me and I was the hottest I’d ever been in my entire life. Also my husband was probably still sitting on the couch clueless of what was going on up stairs.

Meanwhile I was upstairs having been seduced by my daughter’s boyfriend. On my part an easy seduction having to admit to myself I had had the hots for Vincent from the very first time Sandra had introduced me to this hot muscular tall hunk of a stud. He had fucked my pussy hard and now was ramming that cock deep into my ass. It is a wonder no one heard us down stairs because I could hear myself moaning loudly and Vincent was yelling at me to take his big cock and he was my Master and could fuck me anytime and anywhere he chose from then on.

All too soon it seemed Vincent shot a second load of his juicy cum in my ass this time. He pulled out of my ass and stood up. “Now that was a good fuck Mrs. Johnson.” Vincent said with a calm breathless tone. To my surprise he began putting his dress pants on and then his shirt. I didn’t know what to say or do. I was still on my hands and knees staring at him. “Your not leaving are you Master?” I asked.

“Yes but you stay right there. I know some of the other guys at the party that would love to fuck you. I’ll send them up one by one so your husband and their girlfriends don’t catch on what your doing up here.” Vincent said.

Before I could say anything else Vince had tucked in his shirt and went out of the bathroom. I just layed on the rug not knowing what to expect.

NOT THINKING HE HAD CUM IN MY PUSSY AND HE COULD ACTUALLY GET ME PREGNAUNT I HAD NO REASON TO BE ON THE PILL AND WITH ALL THE EXCITEMENT OF GETTING FUCKED I NEVER THOUGHT TWICE ABOUT CONDOMS.

End of Chapter 2.
This file was re-edited Tue Nov 17, 2015

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