Inside a Women's Deep Sexual Being.
1. Being a First Time āCuckoldressā
After ten years of marriage, we found ourselves changing in attitude to sex, as the excitement of our interactions started wearing off. One day, after I had showered, I dressed in a new and very racy set of underwear, which I planed to wear under my new outfit, and walked out of our bedroom into the main living room, completely unawares my husband was taking a delivery at our front door.
The poor man who was making the delivery stared in disbelief as I openly walked into view, the see through racy brassiere and thong like panties did nothing to hide my charms, I may as well have been naked, in fact I would have been more decent had I walked out in the buff, as the panty bra set was a tease, and when I realised I was giving this poor man the show of his life, I turned and promptly walked back to my bedroom, giving him an ass show that looked like I was not wearing panties, as the thin string disappeared between my buttocks.
Back in the bedroom I found myself shaking with nervous sexual excitement, then hearing both my husband and the man laughing, angered me, as a mixture of embarrassment , sexual excitement and humiliation, all churned in my stomach. I grabbed a robe and put it on, walked out and right up to the guy and apologized for letting him see me in such a state.
They then explained why they were laughing, it was a mixture of the look on my my face, my shock and his shock at seeing me and that was when I stole a look at his crotch, he had a very visible boner, that looked somewhat incongruous with his aged look of grey hair and drawn facial features, he looked way older than my husband but had a hard-on of a twenty something stud.
His delivery was late on and in fact his last for the day and I realized my husband was keen to keep him in our home, and then I caught him looking at his bulge, he too saw the man's reaction to seeing me in my state of undress, so he suggested he stay and have a beer with me, as he needed to take a shower and get ready.
I felt that churn in the pit of my stomach, it was sexual tension and my husband was looking at me with his eyes pleading to take this to another level, he was exhibiting all the signs of a cuckold, and I knew what he wanted me to do, and as I moved I could feel my rigid nipples sending sexual waves down to my wetting crotch, as my eyes fell upon the island counter in our kitchen, and saw myself over it with this man fucking me from behind while my husband watched us from the bathroom door.
In an instant we both were on a sexual high like of old when we first met. It was crazy to rediscover this high after all these years of dormancy, and I was feeling my wetness now lubricate the tops of my thighs as I walked and openly suggested the man follow me to the kitchen and have that beer my husband offered him, as he scurried off to his hiding view to watch me encourage this man to fuck me.
I took the beer from the fridge and went to the drawer for the opener, "You married or what?" My voice was tight as I quickly glanced in the direction of the bathroom, to make sure my peeping husband was not conspicuous. "My wife passed some five years back", he said and I muttered my condolences for his loss and then again for exposing myself in the accidental fashion I did as I handed his the bottle and saw him staring at my open gown and the fiery pink of my rigid nipple through the delicious tease of black netting.
"I love your taste in lingerie", he said after gulping down a mouthful of beer, and seeing my husband leave the stage. "You married?" I asked him barely able to get those two words out, my throat was as tight as my stomach was ****, and feeling my heart thump beneath my exposed breast.
I saw him lick his lips, draw his tongue over them and felt a twinge in my clitoris. He did not reply to my question, he was somewhere between reaching out to get hold of me and waiting for me to make the next move, a pregnant pause, I undid the robe completely and let it drop to the floor, revealing to him what my husband only ever saw, and I turned my back to him and lay across the island bending at the waist, "Fuck me and do it hard", was my command, and closed my eyes and felt my panties being pulled down and then that delicious penetration, and the noise of his crotch slapping hard into my ass cheeks, a noise I am sure my husband stroked himself too.
I was grunting like a sow in heat, making my ass gyrate in little circles to move his cock between my internal organs, he filled me and made me grip him as he withdrew and thrust deep into my cunt, his balls slapping the backs of my thighs, "Oh God" I groaned deeply, never have I felt such submission to a man I had just met moments ago and then that tell-tale warmth, a feeling that told every woman being fucked bareback she was being inseminated, "Oh yes" I called out so my husband knew, "Cum in me, Cum in me", I moaned out loud, and as he slipped from my pussy I turned to see my husband shoot a load in my direction and onto the carpet, his fist a blur, his eyes wide with animal passion seeing his nude wife being fucked and fertilized by a stranger.
That was it, we were converts I just loved the discovery of what we had been missing and after my delivery lover had long gone home back to his wife, I told my husband I was onboard and wanted to do this more often, weekly even more and even as I spoke I was thinking, order a pizza and fuck whoever delivered it, before realizing we were going out, which we did, but this time I was naked under the one piece dress I wore. In the car I told my husband I wanted to fuck again that night and I wanted to pick the man. he agreed and officially we became a cuckold couple.
2. Being a Daddy's Girl in reverse
We were out on the randan, our girlish slang for cock, on the Friday night when we went into a well know dive for married men looking for girls for casual sex. We were drawing attention to our table when all of a sudden this young guy came over and started chatting to one of my friends. I thought he looked cute and was getting ideas when she looked at me and signaled for me to slide along and meet him. When I did it turned out he was her kid brother and she was suggesting he could look at my phone and solve my problem, which had a double benefit, get my phone fixed and my horny pussy shagged by a cute boy.
I told him the problem I was experiencing and turned it on inserting my password, and then suggested I go to the bar and buy him and myself a drink. He just asked for a coke and I went gladly on my way and stood at the bar and made my order, eventually returning to the table around eight to ten minutes later.
He finished with my phone, told me what was the problem, showed me how he solved it and gave it back when his sister, who had been dancing to some great music being played, came over to check on us. "Just fixed my phone", I excitedly told her and then she shouted/whispered into my ear, her kid brother was ******** and should not be in here.
"How ********", I queried. "Fifteen", she retorted, and I sat there frozen, I was twenty six, this was a boy and I told her immediately I only purchased a coke for him, to which she laughed, "That's the least of your problems, he wants to fuck you", she shouted and I felt my pussy tighten and felt ashamed.
I shook my head and murmured, "No, no", angry with myself for feeling I was onto a good thing, but he looked so grown up and incredibly fuckable.
The next morning my phone rang and I answered it still hungover from the night before, it was him, her kid brother, wanted to come over to my place and chat. I was really nice to him but told him I knew of his intentions but i had to say no to him. Then he hit me between the eyes, "I downloaded some of your stuff last night when you were at the bar".
I was lost for words momentarily, my mind whizzing through what I knew I had on my phone, and in that intervening pregnant pause, he described one video where I filmed myself masturbating in front of my mirror, and then sent me a couple of photos of my naked self.
I was very angry and frustrated at the same time, "WTF" I shouted down my phone and put it back to my ear and realised it was dead, he had hung up. I was about to call his sister when my doorbell rang, and I stormed off in that direction, gathering my nightdress around my naked body, now shaking as I panicked at being discovered so openly and intimate, fearing the internet exposure with this young man.
I almost pulled the door from its hinges, to be confronted by the same young man, he must have been at the foot of my stairs when he called and I stood there glaring at him full of nervous energy until I finally stood aside and let him inside, slamming the door shut behind him and determined to resolve this problem.
He was brutally honest and open about his intentions, he had me over a barrel holding my content and at the same time flattering me. He was assertive and even at his young age, he dominated me, and because deep down I wanted to feel him inside me, I finally agreed to his demands and allowed him to have the liberties of my body and in the space of a few hours, take me in all my orifices after which he returned my property and just walked away.
I met him six years later at his twenty first, having been invited by his sister, and that night stayed over and just did it again, only this time, as I had always suspected, he was doing it with her too, how fucked up was that?
3. Being an Exhibitionist
I was sixteen and with a man who was a photographer at his studio. He had offered me a portfolio free of charge through his young wife who was a friend of my sister. I was into media and modelling and determined to be one when I left school. What I did not know at the time his wife had been a model before being impregnated and was due to drop the sprog any time now, but more important than that, she was a swinger, and gave her husband permission to have sex with whomever he wanted even girl like myself, very pretty and under age. She was more a voyeur than exhibitionist and wanted him to record my seduction to study my eagerness and willingness to allow her husband access to my orifices.
His studio was across the street from residential houses, where his office faced their windows and thankfully his studio was in the back where I now sat in my undies, being photographed. At this point and at no point did I realise I was on a series of webcams around the room, they were in frames on the walls and in a clock facing all wirelessly recording my every move.
At one point the clock read six in the evening and as it was Winter outside would be dark. he said "Let me try something different, I'm going to shoot in the dark and you will look amazing in Infra red".
He went to the door where the front office was and turned out the studio light and the room, everything was very dark, as I slowly made my way to where he stood waiting for me. he opened the door and the only light was from a streetlamp off to the right of the window and someones living room opposite.
He guided me through the door and into the office, still in my knickers and brassiere and asked me to sit on the desk bathed in the minimalist light from outside. We took some more shots in different poses, and then he suggested I go nude and let myself go and he would just take shots until the film ran out.
I was full of nervous and sexual tension and excitement, so I did as he suggested and started moving around the darkened room, getting more and more brazen, the darkness openly encouraging me to be explicit, until suddenly an older man appeared in the window opposite the office, he was staring our across where we were and I was convinced he could see me.
"That's the beauty of it all", he whispered standing beside me, "he can't see a thing, and here you are, a beautiful **************** girl naked and showing him everything".
Still not convinced but intrigued I studied him and realised he was just staring out, and at one point he turned away to look at something on his TV. "Here quick", he said to me, "Stand here by the window" and I went to him and stood at the open window in full view of the man opposite and he took photos as if I were flashing myself at the old man opposite, a very erotic pose.
The whole thing was turning me on big time, being naked in front of strangers was always a liberated feeling i nourished and one I masturbated myself to at night in bed. He put the camera down and came to me where I received him with open arms and moments later in the middle of the room he began fucking me and I was loving it, looking at the window opposite and wanting the man to see me being used like this.
It was all over in ten minutes, it had been months since he had been with his wife and now with me, a young willing girl. He lay on the carpet as I got up and felt his sperm run from me onto the carpet. I walked boldly up to the window, dead centre and stood there fighting every fiber in my being to cover up, but instead as the old man opposite came back to window and looked straight at me, I fought my natural instincts and actual began to enjoy he might actually see me.
"What are you doing Frida?" I turned back to the darkness where he lay, "I'm letting the old man opposite see me", I said, and cupped my breast and gave it a squeeze and felt myself and my wetness with my other hand, "You rubbing yourself for him", he said as I just stared ahead at the old man looking at the window that framed my naked masturbating body.
He got up and said, "Don't stop let me catch you on film, and so he did shooting in infra-red as I got into my masturbation. Then as I closed my eyes with a pending orgasm, the room lit up, he had turned to light on exposing me to man opposite. 10, 15, 20, or 30 seconds, I don't know how long before reacting and diving behind the curtain, still in the throes of my orgasm, I was helpless until I finished.
In the end and before I left I looked across and he was there and gave me the thumbs up sign, and in an act of bravado, I waved back to him and just stood there amazed at everything that had just happened in the last two hours. It told me a lot about myself and why old men feature heavily in my sex life.
After ten years of marriage, we found ourselves changing in attitude to sex, as the excitement of our interactions started wearing off. One day, after I had showered, I dressed in a new and very racy set of underwear, which I planed to wear under my new outfit, and walked out of our bedroom into the main living room, completely unawares my husband was taking a delivery at our front door.
The poor man who was making the delivery stared in disbelief as I openly walked into view, the see through racy brassiere and thong like panties did nothing to hide my charms, I may as well have been naked, in fact I would have been more decent had I walked out in the buff, as the panty bra set was a tease, and when I realised I was giving this poor man the show of his life, I turned and promptly walked back to my bedroom, giving him an ass show that looked like I was not wearing panties, as the thin string disappeared between my buttocks.
Back in the bedroom I found myself shaking with nervous sexual excitement, then hearing both my husband and the man laughing, angered me, as a mixture of embarrassment , sexual excitement and humiliation, all churned in my stomach. I grabbed a robe and put it on, walked out and right up to the guy and apologized for letting him see me in such a state.
They then explained why they were laughing, it was a mixture of the look on my my face, my shock and his shock at seeing me and that was when I stole a look at his crotch, he had a very visible boner, that looked somewhat incongruous with his aged look of grey hair and drawn facial features, he looked way older than my husband but had a hard-on of a twenty something stud.
His delivery was late on and in fact his last for the day and I realized my husband was keen to keep him in our home, and then I caught him looking at his bulge, he too saw the man's reaction to seeing me in my state of undress, so he suggested he stay and have a beer with me, as he needed to take a shower and get ready.
I felt that churn in the pit of my stomach, it was sexual tension and my husband was looking at me with his eyes pleading to take this to another level, he was exhibiting all the signs of a cuckold, and I knew what he wanted me to do, and as I moved I could feel my rigid nipples sending sexual waves down to my wetting crotch, as my eyes fell upon the island counter in our kitchen, and saw myself over it with this man fucking me from behind while my husband watched us from the bathroom door.
In an instant we both were on a sexual high like of old when we first met. It was crazy to rediscover this high after all these years of dormancy, and I was feeling my wetness now lubricate the tops of my thighs as I walked and openly suggested the man follow me to the kitchen and have that beer my husband offered him, as he scurried off to his hiding view to watch me encourage this man to fuck me.
I took the beer from the fridge and went to the drawer for the opener, "You married or what?" My voice was tight as I quickly glanced in the direction of the bathroom, to make sure my peeping husband was not conspicuous. "My wife passed some five years back", he said and I muttered my condolences for his loss and then again for exposing myself in the accidental fashion I did as I handed his the bottle and saw him staring at my open gown and the fiery pink of my rigid nipple through the delicious tease of black netting.
"I love your taste in lingerie", he said after gulping down a mouthful of beer, and seeing my husband leave the stage. "You married?" I asked him barely able to get those two words out, my throat was as tight as my stomach was ****, and feeling my heart thump beneath my exposed breast.
I saw him lick his lips, draw his tongue over them and felt a twinge in my clitoris. He did not reply to my question, he was somewhere between reaching out to get hold of me and waiting for me to make the next move, a pregnant pause, I undid the robe completely and let it drop to the floor, revealing to him what my husband only ever saw, and I turned my back to him and lay across the island bending at the waist, "Fuck me and do it hard", was my command, and closed my eyes and felt my panties being pulled down and then that delicious penetration, and the noise of his crotch slapping hard into my ass cheeks, a noise I am sure my husband stroked himself too.
I was grunting like a sow in heat, making my ass gyrate in little circles to move his cock between my internal organs, he filled me and made me grip him as he withdrew and thrust deep into my cunt, his balls slapping the backs of my thighs, "Oh God" I groaned deeply, never have I felt such submission to a man I had just met moments ago and then that tell-tale warmth, a feeling that told every woman being fucked bareback she was being inseminated, "Oh yes" I called out so my husband knew, "Cum in me, Cum in me", I moaned out loud, and as he slipped from my pussy I turned to see my husband shoot a load in my direction and onto the carpet, his fist a blur, his eyes wide with animal passion seeing his nude wife being fucked and fertilized by a stranger.
That was it, we were converts I just loved the discovery of what we had been missing and after my delivery lover had long gone home back to his wife, I told my husband I was onboard and wanted to do this more often, weekly even more and even as I spoke I was thinking, order a pizza and fuck whoever delivered it, before realizing we were going out, which we did, but this time I was naked under the one piece dress I wore. In the car I told my husband I wanted to fuck again that night and I wanted to pick the man. he agreed and officially we became a cuckold couple.
2. Being a Daddy's Girl in reverse
We were out on the randan, our girlish slang for cock, on the Friday night when we went into a well know dive for married men looking for girls for casual sex. We were drawing attention to our table when all of a sudden this young guy came over and started chatting to one of my friends. I thought he looked cute and was getting ideas when she looked at me and signaled for me to slide along and meet him. When I did it turned out he was her kid brother and she was suggesting he could look at my phone and solve my problem, which had a double benefit, get my phone fixed and my horny pussy shagged by a cute boy.
I told him the problem I was experiencing and turned it on inserting my password, and then suggested I go to the bar and buy him and myself a drink. He just asked for a coke and I went gladly on my way and stood at the bar and made my order, eventually returning to the table around eight to ten minutes later.
He finished with my phone, told me what was the problem, showed me how he solved it and gave it back when his sister, who had been dancing to some great music being played, came over to check on us. "Just fixed my phone", I excitedly told her and then she shouted/whispered into my ear, her kid brother was ******** and should not be in here.
"How ********", I queried. "Fifteen", she retorted, and I sat there frozen, I was twenty six, this was a boy and I told her immediately I only purchased a coke for him, to which she laughed, "That's the least of your problems, he wants to fuck you", she shouted and I felt my pussy tighten and felt ashamed.
I shook my head and murmured, "No, no", angry with myself for feeling I was onto a good thing, but he looked so grown up and incredibly fuckable.
The next morning my phone rang and I answered it still hungover from the night before, it was him, her kid brother, wanted to come over to my place and chat. I was really nice to him but told him I knew of his intentions but i had to say no to him. Then he hit me between the eyes, "I downloaded some of your stuff last night when you were at the bar".
I was lost for words momentarily, my mind whizzing through what I knew I had on my phone, and in that intervening pregnant pause, he described one video where I filmed myself masturbating in front of my mirror, and then sent me a couple of photos of my naked self.
I was very angry and frustrated at the same time, "WTF" I shouted down my phone and put it back to my ear and realised it was dead, he had hung up. I was about to call his sister when my doorbell rang, and I stormed off in that direction, gathering my nightdress around my naked body, now shaking as I panicked at being discovered so openly and intimate, fearing the internet exposure with this young man.
I almost pulled the door from its hinges, to be confronted by the same young man, he must have been at the foot of my stairs when he called and I stood there glaring at him full of nervous energy until I finally stood aside and let him inside, slamming the door shut behind him and determined to resolve this problem.
He was brutally honest and open about his intentions, he had me over a barrel holding my content and at the same time flattering me. He was assertive and even at his young age, he dominated me, and because deep down I wanted to feel him inside me, I finally agreed to his demands and allowed him to have the liberties of my body and in the space of a few hours, take me in all my orifices after which he returned my property and just walked away.
I met him six years later at his twenty first, having been invited by his sister, and that night stayed over and just did it again, only this time, as I had always suspected, he was doing it with her too, how fucked up was that?
3. Being an Exhibitionist
I was sixteen and with a man who was a photographer at his studio. He had offered me a portfolio free of charge through his young wife who was a friend of my sister. I was into media and modelling and determined to be one when I left school. What I did not know at the time his wife had been a model before being impregnated and was due to drop the sprog any time now, but more important than that, she was a swinger, and gave her husband permission to have sex with whomever he wanted even girl like myself, very pretty and under age. She was more a voyeur than exhibitionist and wanted him to record my seduction to study my eagerness and willingness to allow her husband access to my orifices.
His studio was across the street from residential houses, where his office faced their windows and thankfully his studio was in the back where I now sat in my undies, being photographed. At this point and at no point did I realise I was on a series of webcams around the room, they were in frames on the walls and in a clock facing all wirelessly recording my every move.
At one point the clock read six in the evening and as it was Winter outside would be dark. he said "Let me try something different, I'm going to shoot in the dark and you will look amazing in Infra red".
He went to the door where the front office was and turned out the studio light and the room, everything was very dark, as I slowly made my way to where he stood waiting for me. he opened the door and the only light was from a streetlamp off to the right of the window and someones living room opposite.
He guided me through the door and into the office, still in my knickers and brassiere and asked me to sit on the desk bathed in the minimalist light from outside. We took some more shots in different poses, and then he suggested I go nude and let myself go and he would just take shots until the film ran out.
I was full of nervous and sexual tension and excitement, so I did as he suggested and started moving around the darkened room, getting more and more brazen, the darkness openly encouraging me to be explicit, until suddenly an older man appeared in the window opposite the office, he was staring our across where we were and I was convinced he could see me.
"That's the beauty of it all", he whispered standing beside me, "he can't see a thing, and here you are, a beautiful **************** girl naked and showing him everything".
Still not convinced but intrigued I studied him and realised he was just staring out, and at one point he turned away to look at something on his TV. "Here quick", he said to me, "Stand here by the window" and I went to him and stood at the open window in full view of the man opposite and he took photos as if I were flashing myself at the old man opposite, a very erotic pose.
The whole thing was turning me on big time, being naked in front of strangers was always a liberated feeling i nourished and one I masturbated myself to at night in bed. He put the camera down and came to me where I received him with open arms and moments later in the middle of the room he began fucking me and I was loving it, looking at the window opposite and wanting the man to see me being used like this.
It was all over in ten minutes, it had been months since he had been with his wife and now with me, a young willing girl. He lay on the carpet as I got up and felt his sperm run from me onto the carpet. I walked boldly up to the window, dead centre and stood there fighting every fiber in my being to cover up, but instead as the old man opposite came back to window and looked straight at me, I fought my natural instincts and actual began to enjoy he might actually see me.
"What are you doing Frida?" I turned back to the darkness where he lay, "I'm letting the old man opposite see me", I said, and cupped my breast and gave it a squeeze and felt myself and my wetness with my other hand, "You rubbing yourself for him", he said as I just stared ahead at the old man looking at the window that framed my naked masturbating body.
He got up and said, "Don't stop let me catch you on film, and so he did shooting in infra-red as I got into my masturbation. Then as I closed my eyes with a pending orgasm, the room lit up, he had turned to light on exposing me to man opposite. 10, 15, 20, or 30 seconds, I don't know how long before reacting and diving behind the curtain, still in the throes of my orgasm, I was helpless until I finished.
In the end and before I left I looked across and he was there and gave me the thumbs up sign, and in an act of bravado, I waved back to him and just stood there amazed at everything that had just happened in the last two hours. It told me a lot about myself and why old men feature heavily in my sex life.
9 months ago
thanks xx