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Authors name: Red Raen (red_raen@yahoo.com)
Story title : Free Day
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Free Day (M+/F, FF, exh, org, cheating-wife)
by Red Raen (red_raen@yahoo.com)
Part One
My nipples woke me. It was still dark in our room,
early morning and the cool sheets brushing over my
body brought me gently out of sleep. I stretched,
letting the sheets move over me. Feeling pleasantly
drowsy, I rolled over against my husband. His heat
melting into me I realized a moisture between my
legs. I slid my long slender leg over his thick hairy
thigh and buttocks arousing the nascent tingle in my
sex. He moaned, sleepily rolling toward me onto his
back. I slunk under the sheets.
Today was a rare day off for me, a free day. Mid week
and I had nowhere to be, nothing to do except spend
the day doing nothing. Maybe have a long breakfast,
take a bath, read a book, maybe do some shopping. The
only thing I had to do was be home from eleven to one
while a contractor made some electrical upgrades on
the house. That was my only obligation, beyond that I
felt obligated only to soak in a fine fall day.
Under the sheets I slid along the length of my
husband’s body feeling my way along his chest and
stomach until my hand brushed over his boxers. I found
the fly and spread it open, slipped in a finger and
fished out his thick flaccid cock. My breath caught as
my heartbeat found my swelling clit. With my thumb and
forefinger I circled his dick and propped up it’s
heavy head. The musky smell of his crotch wafted into
my olfactory and my clit began to tingle. I wanted to
feel his cock thicken in my warm sucking mouth. As I
began to lower my parting lips to his member I began
to lightly brush my nipples to and fro against his
hairy thigh. The sensation was nearly electric. I fed
his cock into my mouth and slowly, gently worked my
tongue over it, slicking it with my saliva. The effect
was almost immediate. He began to sprout. I sucked
slowly off the end as if I were savoring a soft-serve
ice cream cone, delighting in the feel of his foreskin
sliding from my sucking lips. I let my tongue linger,
as I pulled down his foreskin, lapping gently at the
underside just beneath the head, feeling the blood
rush in to fill his growing dick.
As I slid my mouth down over his rapidly expanding
cock he groaned and pushed his hips up forcing himself
into my mouth. "Raech…" he groaned drowsily. I began
gently sucking up and down to the rhythm of his
swiveling hips. Soon his cock was too thick to take
all the way into my mouth despite forcing my head down
onto his leaking member. My free hand instinctively
wandered down to my own undulating crotch, my finger
sliding easily into my creamy slit. I began working
tiny, teasing little circles on my hard, swelling clit
as an orgasm began to pleasantly form in me.
His cock was now beginning to piston, with an absent
force, into the hot sucking hole that was my mouth, as
it leaked profusely with precome. I could feel an
orgasm gathering in my thighs and pelvis. His cock
began to expand rapidly as his hips thrust desperately
upward pinning his fat prick inside my mouth. I felt
it begin to pulse and I placed both hands around it
leaving my own aching pussy in anticipation of this
feeding. He came. His cock juddered with spasms, the
head ballooning to fill the last cavity of space near
the passage to my throat. Gush, gush, gush. I
frantically swallowed the thick hot come as it filled
my throat, it’s animal-musky aroma flooding my
sinuses. I felt his hands through the sheets pressing
hard on the back of my immovable head instinctively
trying to force himself as deep as possible as he
emptied his tanks into my flooded throat. Then he
released me and his hips began to slowly fall to the
bed. Immediately his cock began to shrink and I freed
myself, gasping slightly and licking my swollen lips.
My pussy was throbbing, on fire. My nipples tingling
and hard, hanging ripely from my tiny little boobs. I
needed to fuck him. I was ready to feel him inside me.
I moved to suck him back into my mouth to keep him
hard. He rolled away and groaned. He fell almost
immediately back to sleep. I rolled away onto my back
breathing hard, my heart pounding, my clit pulsing.
After a moment, I slid my hands down my sides pausing
to pinch my nipples, exacting an intense tingle that
spread through me. Then continued down my belly to the
tight patch of pubic hair above my clit. I raised my
knees, my fingers cupping the insides of my long
slender legs exposing my cunt upward to no one. My
hand drifted over, guided by one probing finger, to
find the sopping wet, swollen folds of my labia. My
finger plowed gently back and forth in the crease
gathering cream as it came to rest on the hood of my
clit. I began a slow tight circular motion around the
protruding button of my clitoris, stroking and
teasing, sending low gentle waves of electricity
flowing into my thighs and pelvis. The amplitude
building in me like a wave reaching it’s crest. With
the other hand I guided another finger onto the
soaked, taut ring of my anus. I began circling in the
opposite direction of my other finger, pressing
harder, threatening to penetrate my pliable but
unyielding ass. The tip of my finger finding the hole,
pressed into the firm muscular anal ring. I tried to
relax and slipped my finger in to the first knuckle. I
had never done this before and the sensation was
electrifying as my sphincter involuntarily clamped
down like a powerful mouth around my finger, trapping
it there. I began to fuck my finger back and forth
without taking it out. The sensation fed right into my
gently caressed clit with arcs of pleasure threatening
to send me tumbling over the edge, crashing into a
wave of orgasm. I tried to force my finger further
into me when I heard the door to our bedroom open.
My fingers pulled away yanking the sheets over my
exposed breasts to my neck, my legs slapped to the
mattress.
"Mommy?" came a voice in the darkness. "What are you
doing? I’m scared. Can I sleep with you?" Our
four-year-old daughter came to the bedside.
"Of course sweetie." I said without hesitation lifting
the sheets for her to climb in. And at that moment I
hoped she wouldn’t realize I had no panties on, and
that she wouldn’t smell the sex between my legs or on
my breath. At that moment I hoped she wouldn’t crawl
into my bed but would turn around and walk bravely
back to her own room, her own bed. But she crawled in,
snuggled close, and she, like my husband, fell almost
immediately to sleep. I, on the other hand, was very
much awake. For almost an hour my mind mulled over my
desires, my hand occasionally drifting down to tickle
my pulsing clit. Finally sleep covered me as my mind
drifted off, lost in a scenario authored by my
unrequited libido, a scenario where I got to feel the
release I was craving.
* * *
Annie, my daughter, and Peter my husband, left the
house for the day together at eight a.m. Annie to day
care, Peter to work (with a crooked smile and a
noticeable bounce in his step).
My hormones still raging, the plan was to take a hot
shower then spread out on the bed with Penthouse
Letters and my dildo. The thought of plunging it into
my creamy pussy had me aching. Almost immediately the
phone rang. It was Kathleen, a friend of mine since
college, we talked almost everyday.
"Are you okay?" she asked. "Are Peter and Annie okay?
Why aren’t you at work? What’s going on?" Her
questions coming through the phone like bullets. I
laughed.
"I’m off today." I said sliding my thighs together.
"Hah!" She said suspecting something fun was afoot.
"You’re never off. You can’t be." Through my laughter
she added, "The world won’t turn until you check your
messages. Now get your ass into work, the rest of us
need to get on with our day."
I laughed again. "What’s going on?" She persisted.
"I’m running away Kath." I said, feigning woe. I
leaned back against the kitchen cabinets, the phone
cradled on my shoulder. I slid to the floor, my knees
pressing to my chest exposing my seeping mound as my
hand trailed down along my thighs.
"Cool, can I come with? I want to run away too, at
least for the day." She said.
"That’s funny. You taking a day off. You love money
too much to do something like that. Besides, who’d
mind the store with you away?" I said, my finger
finding my pubis.
Kathleen was driven. The only thing she loved more
than spending money was making money. She was an
accomplished commercial photographer, with a
reputation as a perfectionist or a bitch depending on
which side of the camera you were on. Her studio made
thousands a day shooting packages of cereal or yogurt
or tampons or bug spray for all the ad agencies in
town. I was probably her biggest client. The agency I
worked for spent close to a million with her last
year. She loved me.
"Oh hell Raechel, they couldn’t find their asses in a
room full of mirrors without me!" She shrieked and her
phone crackled. I laughed again, My finger landing
softly on my swollen clit. I began to rub tiny circles
over the engorged hood of my clitoris.
"Seriously, Rae, what’s up? What are you doing today?"
she asked.
"I just decided to take the day off. I’m a little slow
and we have some electrical contractor coming to the
house today so I just said ‘Fuck it, I’m taking the
day off. All to myself.’" I exclaimed softly, my
finger flicking and pressing and my flaming, fully
extended clit. I could feel a hot rush building in my
pelvis
"Terrific, You deserve it," she paused. "God, I could
use a day like that. I should blow off the studio and
call in sick. We could hang out and get in trouble."
Another shrieking laugh came crackling through the
phone. "Have you had breakfast?" she asked.
Taking my brief silence for a ‘no’ she said, "Great.
I’m in my car, I be over in twenty. Get dressed." And
she hung up.
Mid October morning and Indian Summer had come to
Minnesota. Riding in Kathy’s Boxster, I could feel the
sun penetrating me. My flimsy black top was warming my
breasts, my erect nipples conducting the heat. I eased
the seat back to let the sun press down onto my whole
body. My pussy was still swollen and aching, I wanted
to touch it very badly.
After breakfast Kathleen wanted to go for a little
drive. "Let’s fly up to Taylors Falls, get an ice
cream and see the colors. I can be back to the office
by lunch." She said.
"I can’t. I have to be home by eleven for the electric
guys. Let’s just cruise around the lakes." I offered.
"Fine." She sighed. "Reach under the seat, then and
let’s have a little fun." She instructed.
From under my seat I pulled a tall amber pill bottle.
"Jeez Kath, you’re always full of surprises." I
giggled and opened the bottle. Inside was a small
one-hit pipe painted to look like a cigarette and a
small measure of very aromatic marijuana. "I haven’t
done this in years." I giggled again feeling giddy.
"You’re so funny. You kill me. You’re such a girl. You
remember how it works? Load one up."
I smoked a pipe-full and began loading one for
Kathleen. As I Ioaded it I could feel the high
creeping through me, covering me in a warm, thick
gauze. The effect heightened the sensation of the warm
sun, the warm breeze, my hot aching sex. My nipples
were beginning to sting from being hard and I could
feel my juices beginning to release in my pussy again.
The low, constant tingling in my clit was becoming an
insatiable ringing bordering on pain. As I leaned into
Kathleen I caught a hint of her perfume, strong and
floral, it slithered through me like a drug, finding
and expanding in my pussy.
As she reached for the pipe and lighter I rested my
head on her round firm breast. Kathleen was bigger
than me. Maybe 5’ 10", 145 lbs. She worked out and was
toned. Her short, curly black hair framed a dramatic
face with high olive cheeks, a wide mouth surrounded
by lips painted ochre revealing brilliant white teeth.
I looked up to her face. Her piercing brown eyes
looked into me looking for an answer to my forward and
very unexpected behavior. She smiled and looked out to
the road. Her left knee came up to the steering wheel
as she lit the pipe. I looked down to see her dress
hike up to the top of her stockings. Her legs were
long and powerful, tan. Without thought my hand
reached for her exposed skin, her scent now
intoxicating me. My fingers met her leg where her
stocking left off and I raked my nails up her thigh
pulling the hem of her dress up. My head dropped
nearly to her lap.
"Raech, jeez." She moaned trying to hold the pot hit
in her lungs. My fingers walked with a mind all their
own up her thigh to the pouty creases of her panties.
I paused as my hand filled the forbidden bowl created
by the confluence of her thighs and buttocks signaling
the entry to her vagina. My finger tips slid easily
under the frilly border of her panties entering the
silky bush of her thick black pubic hair. Following
the line of her panties, my fingers slid lower finally
discovering her fat, sweet labia. I rubbed my knuckles
back and forth across her pussy gently squeezing her
clit between them. She moaned as she exhaled pot. My
mind was quiet and focused now, driven by the hormones
coursing through me.
"Raech." Came her voice, low and serious. "Oh God."
She rasped. "What are you doing?"
I placed a finger over her moistening slot as I pulled
her panties easily to the side. Her head rolled on her
shoulders. I pressed firmly and my index finger
slipped easily up into her. A low moan rolled out of
her, "oh God." She lifted her leg higher, set both
hands on the wheel and pressed the accelerator.
As we raced, now, around the lake, I could hear her
moaning, her hips squirming in the seat, her breathing
coming deep and fast.
"Shiiiit." She screamed low into the wind.
My finger was sawing slowly in and out of her, my
thumb working her huge stiffening clit. Her pussy was
creaming wildly, slicking my hands. Abruptly, she
turned, breaking hard, into the driveway of a
lakefront mansion. She accelerated hard up the short
driveway and came to screeching halt.
"Oh fuck!" she breathed at me in a hushed shout. Her
hands pulling at my head.
Frantically she released me and cocked her seat back
so she was almost laying flat. She pushed me away,
raised her legs to her chest pulling her panties off
in one swift move. I looked out to see where we were.
I didn’t recognize the place. An old man perhaps in
his seventies dressed in gardeners clothes stood
frozen with curiosity a mere forty feet from us.
Kathleen turned in her seat, her knees smashed against
her tits fully exposing her dark and gorgeous, cunt.
Her hips thrust up and she commanded, "Come on. Come
here Raech, do that." Her long fingers spread over her
dark thighs pulling them wide. "God, come on." She
begged in short catching breaths.
I placed my palm over her box, rubbing her clit
between two fingers. Then turned it around and jammed
two long thin fingers into her and my head lowered
between her legs. Her head lolled back, her eyes
slammed shut. She hummed.
The high ruled us and the gardener watched, stunned,
frozen. He saw a dark commanding woman get eaten by a
long thin red head. It was mid week.
My tongue furrowed through her thick, curly pubic hair
finding the top of her slot. My fingers plunged in and
out of her raking against the ceiling of her vagina.
My tongued lapped at the crease between her fat,
swelling labia, drawing up with each lick to jangle
her clit with the tip of my tongue. She bucked slowly
against my mouth and fingers, the sound of soft,
creaking leather beneath us. Her long dark, muscular
legs perched her perfectly in front of my face. Her
knees began to sway in rhythm to her moans as I sucked
her huge protruding clit into my mouth swirling it
with my tongue. My fingers continuing to saw in and
out of her dripping pussy.
My own cunt was burning, painfully begging for release
that hid a mere membrane away. As I burrowed, on my
knees in the tiny Porsche, into Kathleen my sun dress
hiked up over my ass revealing me to the gardener.
Kathleen’s breath caught and she froze, her fingers
digging into my hair. I could feel her cunt begin to
release. I jammed my fingers deeply into her and
sucked hard on her clit. The ring of muscles around
her slit began to twitch with contractions.
"Ohh!" she barked "Ohh! Fuck!"
Then she came. Her pussy clenching my fingers,
straining against their presence. Clenching and
clenching.
"Oh! Oh, oh." She began to sigh as her moment passed
slowly filling her with a warm buzzing rush of
contentment.
She collapsed in her seat. I rolled back to mine.
Barely able to comprehend, I licked her juices from my
lips and contemplated my first encounter with a woman.
I looked over to the gardener who was shocked,
immobile, a sizable bulge tenting his trousers. He
turned and walked gingerly to the house.
continued...
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