‘Bye Honey’
With that the front door slammed to a close and Maura collapsed back on to her pillow, dismayed. This morning’s lack of affection had marked a particular milestone on Maura’s phone — it had now been exactly 365 days since her husband had bothered to fuck her. She had tried in vain to rekindle the passion in the early months. Lingerie had gone unnoticed in the bedroom, discussions about sex had petered out unsatisfied and even an impromptu blowjob from Maura after a late work social had not restarted her husband’s libido. Instead, he had dumped his load in her mouth, gone upstairs and fallen asleep.
Although acutely aware of the fact that she was no longer in possession of all the looks she had held in her twenties, Maura was proud of her wrinkle free skin and her breasts held up much firmer than that of her peers. Her brown hair hung down smoothly on either side of her pale cheeks. There was a real fire in her blue eyes, if you ever got close enough to see them. As she regarded herself in the mirrored wardrobes on the other side of the room, she turned slightly to admire her curvaceous backside concealed by her dressing gown.
Not that Maura’s sex drive had diminished, a delight to her considering that she had just passed her fortieth birthday. In fact, given her untouched time at home she had experienced a sexual awakening of late. Typically her husband leaving in the morning signalled a rush to her laptop, where she would browse internet porn for hours, fascinated. Over the past year she graduated to tentatively from vanilla softcore to much more advanced genres. She watched in awe as a never ending selection of big cocks passed on the screen, satisfying woman after woman. Finally, she would pull out the two sex toys she owned — a bullet vibrator and a pink dildo — and orgasm within seconds, brought close by the sordid scenes she had seen. This morning; however, was different for Maura. She knew nothing but a real cock would satisfyingly end this year long dry spell. A familiar wetness was between Maura’s legs and she was just reaching under her dressing gown when there was a knock on the door downstairs.
Through the fogged glass by the door, Maura could see the outline of James, the postman, standing outside. The husband of Maura’s friend Sophie, James was a regular visitor to her house and she opened the front door warmly. He stood there in his postmaster’s uniform holding a cardboard box and smiling, standing under the porch to avoid the rain that was pelting down.
‘Expecting something? Just saw this lying out in the garden so said I would bring it in’
In fact Maura wasn’t, so smiling in greeting she took the box in her hand and rattled. The cardboard vibrated with a heavy thump.
‘Not sure what this is…surprise maybe?’
It was at this moment that the box decided that amid all the rain it was going to collapse. Simultaneously, Maura remembered a late-night purchase after a few glasses of wine the previous week. A luminous pink rabbit vibrator slipped through the wet cardboard and bounced onto the porch. Maura scrambled around, blushing, trying to recover the toy while James awkwardly stepped aside, not knowing where to look. After what seemed like an age, Maura recovered the cargo and looked up, pink faced. James averted his gaze.
‘Well that certainly was a surprise…enjoy Maura’
With a smirk he turned on his heel and retreated down the garden path. He made a mental note to wank himself off to the thought of Maura scrabbling around in her dressing gown and thinking of her pleasuring her clit and pussy with her brand new toy. He wondered what noises she made as she writhed in pleasure, about to cum. His fantasy was startled by Maura calling his name.
‘James? I have something for you too’
James turned as Maura dropped her dressing gown to her ankles, exposing her perfectly naked body. His mouth dropped open as he stared at her beautiful form. Her big, round breasts exposed for all to see and her nipples stood up to attention, stiffened by arousal and the cold of the outdoors. He could see her perfectly maintained trail leading down to her swollen pussy lips. This was every man’s fantasy, but he remembered himself at the last moment.
‘Maura…What about our partners’ he spluttered.
‘I won’t tell if you won’t’ she grinned. ‘It’s been a whole year since my fella fucked me. I can’t go any longer without cock’
James pushed all thoughts of Sophie aside and pushed Maura back through the door. Their lips locked in an impassioned embrace as their tongues entwined. Maura shuddered as her friend’s husband rubbed his course hands all over her pointed nipples. James pushed her hair aside and she moaned softly as he kissed and nibbled her neck. Jittery with arousal, Maura blindly fumbled with James belt buckle before eventually sliding it open. Moving backwards into the sitting room from the hall, Maura pushed James back into the sofa before pulling out his erect cock.
James’ tall cock stiffened in Maura’s hand. She was now close enough to smell his musty cock, standing tall amid a smattering of red pubes. She was impressed by its size, tall and fat with several bulging veins to be seen. She rubbed her hand over his foreskin and pulled it back, exposing his wet head. Maura wondered if Sophie had woke up this morning and sucked this cock as well, had it explode into her pussy before work. Aroused by the thought, she slipped her red lips around James’ stiff prick.
‘Mmm…does your wife suck your cock like this?’
Maura had almost forgotten the wonders of cock sucking. Tasting the building wetness as a man gets more and more excited, feeling the cock swell in her mouth. Kissing their balls and working their shaft, knowing that they are getting ready to unload all over her. She worked James vigorously as he groaned and ran his hands through her hair. Excitedly he decided he could take no more, and spun her around, exposing her soaking pussy.
Diving forward, he gleefully tasted her soaking slit as she gasped and cooed. Her salty excitement flowed over his tongue as he lapped at her clit with his long red tongue. She gasped in delight as he sucked her clit and plunged two fingers into her pussy, rubbing upwards and pleasuring Maura.
‘Oh my goooooood…..don’t stop’
She began to writhe and press her hips to James’ face while grimacing and gasping. A familiar warm feeling began to envelop her as he frantically serviced her pussy. The feeling flowed over her face and arms, before passing over her breasts and up her legs. Finally, the warm feeling enveloped her pussy and she orgasmed on the tongue of James, grinding and panting as the last throes of orgasm jolted her body up and down. Finally he pulled her around and they kissed, her tasting her wetness off his tongue and feeling it over his beard. She revelled in the warmth at an orgasm inflicted by another and they snogged passionately on the sofa. But James wasn’t finished at that.
Spinning Maura around, he parted her legs as she knelt over the sofa. Giving himself a few tugs on his cock while looking at her pert bottom, he angled down and pressed his cock right up Maura’s wet pussy. Maura groaned at the sensation of a cock entering her for the first time in one year. She envied Sophie at the thought of this fine cock entering her whenever she pleased. Her hand found its way to her clit and she rubbed gently as James jammed his hard cock into her. He altered his pace, getting closer to his own climax as he followed fast, noisy fucking with deep strokes, filling up Maura’s pussy. Knowing that this may be his only chance to carry out such a fantasy, he savoured every stroke into his wife’s friend’s pussy.
‘I want your cum James, and I want it now!’
Maura had started backing into James, encouraging him to fuck her faster. There was a popping noise as he picked up the pace, slamming his hips against her arse, sweat beading on his brow. The smell of her sweet ass and wet pussy wafted up, making him groan and redouble his efforts. With a sense of bravado, he pulled his cock out of her pussy and shot ropes of hot cum all over Maura’s arse as she cooed in delight. She pulled her cheeks apart as drips of cum ran down her crack toward her pussy. James fired one last rope with a dull groan, before collapsing alongside Maura, their lips entwining once again.
Much later, once alone again, Maura plopped four batteries into her new rabbit in the kitchen, still thinking about James’ cock. Despite her lingering pangs guilt, she grinned at the memory of the feeling of a man’s cock in her once again. With a flick she dropped the final battery into the compartment and slid the toy closed. Smiling, she headed back upstairs. She was already looking forward to her husband leaving for work again tomorrow.