A Day in the Mind of a Dirty Slutty Housewife.

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A Day in the Mind of a Dirty Slutty Housewife.I am a sexually desirable woman with what some call, a high sex drive. If i was a male, It would mean masturbating up to three times a day.But I am a woman, with a hot body and I am constantly thinking about sex.So you might wonder if all the men in village, where I live have a permanent smile on their faces, and their wives and girlfriends hate me, I would have to answer honestly and say they dont, why?I dont fuck them, but I want to, and they know it, so just being in that mindset, is enough for me to get off sexually, but it does have its drawbacks.I am a voyeur, an exhibitionist, a cock tease, you think about it, and my picture will arise, well with the eyes blurred out, but everything else that’s desirable in sharp focus.My morning starts early with my husband, before six o’clock I arise first, and as in most mornings, their is little or no contact for sex, something like most women, would be willing to have a little friction between our legs.I walk around the house with the minimal covering, no underwear, and if it rains, (I go out to the postbox to collect the paper), well the wet look with my skimpy covering revealing the voluptuousness of my womanly curves as the wet thin covering clings, my reason for doing so is because I know I am being watched, and even as there has been no contact between us, there is a sort of pretense that we dont know the other is there, so I linger on the morning I know he is, especially the wet mornings, that’s his reward, and my husbands loss.So already that early in the morning, I have established a secret sexual partner, and most wives will know of the potential where they live, especially the men who accidently show themselves, and providing the women dont complain within the days that follow, the potential remains very high for sex.Deliveries first thing in the morning and home repairs carry the highest potential for early morning sex, with frustrated women like myself. I am up for it and having a stranger appear, especially in my minimalist of covering, just one hint or innuendo, will have kaçak bahis me offering my bared ass for penetrative sex.I ordered a new sex toy from my online store, and yes I know the vendor, after all he has all my personal details, name and address, credit card and more, as he is a man with a database full of horny women confessing their personal needs from underwear, DVD’s, and sex toys, in fact he even calls to make sure that the latest gadget has been a satisfactory experience, and I have listened to him having a wank, as our telephone call descends into a dirty call for both of us. ‘You know Joe, it’s a shame your on the other side of the country’, I would murmur down the line, as I fingered myself, ‘Why is that Mariel’, he would reply, ‘I would eat you up the minute you stepped inside my home’, and at that point release an ear-splitting orgasm down the phone, to which Joe would respond with a release of his own.Of course these only happen on rare occasions, as my toy collection is minimal, but we do keep in contact, and Joe lets me know of other customers in my area, ones that I recommend Joe’s online business to.My sex toys delivery is always early morning, after my husband has left for work, and my body is still in a needy mood.Nipple clamps, a Deluxe Eroscillator, anal plugs and cuffs, arrived all neatly packaged, at 08:00am sharp, a small car and a private delivery as promised by Joe, he had a joint delivery venture with a shop in the next city from where I stay, though the delivery guy was old enough to be my grandfather.’Miss Swensson’? I smiled demurely and wondered if he knew what he was holding.’Yes’, I replied and his face lit up. ‘Special delivery from Joe’s establishment’, he replied and I could feel the blood rush to my face, so he knows, flashed through my mind.He handed the package to me, then produced the accompanying paperwork to sign. ‘Would you like to come in’?He smiled warmly, ‘Sure Ma’am’, he answered and without waiting for me to confirm he brushed past me and stood as I closed the door behind us and showed him into the kitchen.Suddenly bets10 giriş I felt naked under the thin chiffon, my bum and tits swaying freely and provocatively to my gyrating movements, all unintentionally, as I walked in front of him.’Take a stool’, I offered, ‘would you like some coffee, it’s fresh’, I stammered, and as I stood in front of my full windows, with the Sun streaming through, everything was on view as he run his eyes over my new exposure, and sat down with a huge smile on his face, ‘That would be nice ma’am, thank you very much’.I felt helpless as he watched my every movements, no doubt drinking-in my womanly swaying and my inability to cover my immodesty.The coffee brewed and the package lay under his nose, as I moved around, ‘Can you sign the release document Ma’am, I tend to forget to take it, and finish up getting my ass tanned for it’.I had to laugh at the thought of that happening to such an old guy. He saw that and replied, ‘You may laugh Ma’am, but it is a painful thing to get at my age’, and we both laughed, he was breaking the awkwardness of the moment.’Do you know Joe’? I was at a loss for conversational tit-bits, and I was opening the document to sign, when there in black emboldened print was a complete listing of all my toys, my face reddened even more, if that was possible, and I looked at him, ‘Just sign it Ma’am’, he was enjoying my discomforture.As I put my damning signature to the damning document, admitting my lust for sexual aids, he answered me, ‘I own the sex store in the city and Joe called me to say you are a special friend, would I make the delivery personally’.I rose quietly and pushed the document across the top to him, ‘Milk, sugar’, I asked him as I rose to pour the coffee, he nodded to both.’This your name, Mariel’, he asked me as I poured.He was studying the document, looking at the contents then back to me, probably imagining me inserting them and pleasuring myself, he certainly was controlling this conversation.’Yes’, I relied, stirring his coffee, then without warning, he held up his iPhone and took mobilbahis a photo of me, tapped on the keyboard, and put it down.’Why did you do that’, I asked him, still in a slight shock at his audacity, especially as the light was behind me and no doubt would be revealing more that a happy customer.’Sorry Mariel, it’s for Joe, he suggested I take one of you and send it to him’.Joe had all my personal information, now he had damning photographic information of me, I felt I was being stripped and my identity taken over, and somehow I suspected this man knew how I was feeling.Finally after a few moments I plucked up enough courage to ask him why Joe wanted my photo.’He keeps a database on his female customers’, I sat staring at him with incredulity, ‘A database’, I repeated, ‘Yes he likes to keep tabs on women who like to have fun, so he records phone calls, video and photos, as well as personal information, and orders, and you Mariel, are way up their with the super hoties’. ‘What do you want from me’?I felt drained, my innermost secrets and desires were known by two old men, and here was one of them sitting in my kitchen, ready to enjoy his new sense of power over me.He stood up and his cock was out hard as a rock, he must have do that while I was making the coffee.’Joe was insistent I have you, possess you, ream your ass out’, and as he rhymed of the list of sexual perversions, he moved around to me, coming to rest at my shoulder, and pushing his cock into my mouth.Performing oral sex on him was not what I had anticipated when I offered coffee, and lets be honest, I would probably be fucking him had he been someone younger and more pretty to look at, so when I say I slavered all over his cock and scrotum, I was doing so willingly and resigned to doing so.One hour or so later Joe’s database was increased with photos and videos of me performing oral, anal, and vaginal sex with this old man, indeed a ph
one call later, with a demand that I fly across for a weekend of debauched fun with him, was arranged, at my own cost, yes I paid for it, and once there, met up with the delivery guy, and had the weirdest threesome with the two oldest men I know.What excites me the most, is that some hacker or the next owner has me on tap, just as well I am well stocked on lubricants, as I sit by y phone waiting for that next call.

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