Home Alone, Mary Takes Another Round With The Toys…and More

Bringing back the buzz of pure pleasure a housewife plays.

Mary leaned against the partly open front door, watching her husband, Steve walking to their Volvo, set to leave for work. Standing in her bathrobe with not a stitch on beneath, the morning air teased goosebumps along her thighs as the coolness kissed her still hot and wet pussy.

Steve paused as he opened the car door. Then, glancing back at his wife, who only a short time ago was splayed open against the kitchen counter, his fingers expertly working her beautiful, bare pussy to soaking orgasm. A mischievous smile spread across his face, and he reached down to his pants, giving his cock a good, hard squeeze.

Mary’s hand shot up and covered her mouth, her eyes wide.

She ducked her head out the door and scanned left and right for nosy neighbors. Shaking her head in mock disapproval, Mary waved at Steve to stop. Leaning back in laughter, Steve tossed his satchel into the car, then, pulling his hands across his chest, motioned for his wife to flash her perfect D-Cup breasts.

Being of a shy nature, Mary shook her head with an emphatic, “No!”

Steve closed the car door, crossed his arms, leaned against the Volvo’s sleek, luminous seashell-hued exterior, and waited.

Incredulously staring at her husband expecting a public display of nudity, right in front of their own home, Mary shot a look of staunch refusal.

Steve rolled his wrist, pulled back the shirt sleeve, and tapped his watch. He refused to move.

Mary, her hands on her deliciously curved hips, stood flabbergasted. Then, rolling her eyes at her husband, Mary conceded. Opening the door wider, Mary took a step backward then opened her bathrobe.

Her sexy, alluring, naked figure stood exposed for her husband to see and for anyone else who might have glanced to their door.

Steve’s smile shifted from humor to satisfaction mixed with awe. His wife was fucking hot. Skin the color of sandalwood, an utterly bare pussy, and lust-inducing curves that swam around still beautiful breasts. He was a lucky man. Blowing his wife a kiss, Steve got in the car, pulled out of the drive, and headed off to work.

Back inside, Mary giggled to herself at the antics of her husband. She also felt lucky. Lucky to have a generous husband who was still addicted to her body and lusted for her sex. The morning was lovely. Steve hadn’t said a word about their activities from the night before. He only lingered close to her in the kitchen, leaning in to take a deep inhale, the smell of sex wafting off of her skin.

Then the way he’d tossed her housecoat to the floor. The gentle force he used to push her against the counter. The determination in his eyes locked on hers, and his fingers slipped inside her pussy. Dipping inside, swirling, curling, reaching, and drumming against her g-spot. Smacking her clit and lathering her labia with her honey nectar and feeling his teeth clasping and tugging her nipples as she gushed over his fingers.

Mary’s fingers slipped down over the velvety softness of her mound where a fingertip touched her entrance. Tacky, wet, and warm. Then caressing her ass, Mary teased her asshole with a feathery swirl.

“Omg, I’m so fucking horny!” Mary said out loud to the empty house. This morning. Last night. Her pussy buzzed to bliss, her ass fucked just right.

“You’d think that would be enough!” Mary continued her dialogue with the walls. But right now, it wasn’t. She wanted more. She wanted to feel it again. Her pussy soaked and vibrating with waves of mini-orgasms, her ass filled, stretched, and fucked.

Her manicured fingers slipped beneath the robe, floating over her breasts and pinching her nipples. She pressed her bottom lip between her teeth, sending rips of sexual energy across her body.

Sliding onto the bed, Mary pulled open the bedside table drawer, retrieving the large, white rubber dildo, the Hitachi magic wand, and the bottle of lube. Mary felt dirty, desirable, and in the mood to fuck, even it was just with herself.

The toy cock was buried deep in her pussy. Pushing deep and rolling her hips, Mary fucked herself with slow, sugary sweet pleasure. The wand, set on its lowest frequency, reverberated across her clit. She felt positively, gorgeously, slutty and loved it. She was building to her second orgasm when her lustful reverie was interrupted by the text chime on her phone.

Expecting it to be Steve, Mary sat up when the text id displayed a name she didn’t expect-Ricardo. “Ricky” was the oldest son of their neighbors across the road. At 20, Ricky was already growing into a strapping, formidable young man. Blessed with his father’s athletic frame and the smooth, good looks of his mother, Mary had lingered her eyes over him more than once during their backyard gatherings.

Opening the text, Mary read.

“I hope when I get married, my wife sends me off to work like that.”

Mary’s body flushed with shock and embarrassment. “That little shit!” she thought to herself. “Of course, the one time I flash my husband and I have a peeping Tom!”

Her phone blipped with another text.

“I wasn’t spying. I just happened to be looking out my window and saw Steve standing there looking pissed. I thought you were fighting or something.”

Mary hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Then, finally, she decided to ask a question.

“What did you see?” she asked.

(….) her phone delivered Ricky was working on a reply

“I saw one of the hottest women I’ve ever seen showing off why she’s the perfect wife,” came the answer.

“Cheeky little bugger….” Mary shot back.

“Umm… there’s nothing “little” about me. I wouldn’t have gone into work if I was Steve. At the very least, I’d be very late,” he replied.

Mary’s pussy throbbed. A fresh trickle of wetness pooled inside her. Suddenly overcome with a lustful streak, Mary replied on impulse.

“If you liked that, you should see me now.” Her fingers tapped “send” then found the slick folds of her labia.

“Tell me.” Ricky’s text blipped on her screen instantly.

“Oh, Ricky. Would you like to know that your sexy Mom neighbor is spread out on her bed with her tits out, a vibrator buzzing her clit, and a big, thick dildo stuffed her juicy cunt?” Mary hit send without thinking it over and pushed the rubber cock deep inside her and drove the vibrator to its highest setting.

“Geezus Kriste! Mary, that made my cock so fucking hard. I’m stroking it right now thinking of you like that.” Mary’s phone chirped with the young man’s reply.

Mary bucked her hips and fucked the fake cock even harder. Her tits ached, her swollen clit throbbed. Then, reaching beneath her cheeks, Mary slipped a finger into her tight, tender asshole.

“Show me, Ricky. Show me your big, hard, virile young cock.” Mary replied.

A moment later, her phone buzzed again. The words “Want it?” appeared below a picture of a very nice, thick, hard, uncut cock. A hand with knuckles wrapped around its meaty girth. Mary began fucking herself with rapid strokes of the fake cock.

* * * *

Watching herself in the mirror, Mary couldn’t believe it was really her, and right now, she didn’t care. All she cared about was that young Ricky would keep his big, beautiful cock buried in her ass while she plunged the toy cock deep in her soaking cunt. She felt so sexy right now. Having this young stud ramming her ass with his heavy, hot cock. Filling her ass and packing it tight with cum is all she wanted. Bent over and double stuffed with cock and the wand buzzing her clit. Ricky’s hands gripping her tits, Mary came in waves. Flooding his cock and soaking his balls as he slapped against her, she was in fuck heaven.

“Omg Mary, I’m close! I’m going to cum any second! Where do you want my cum, you dirty wife!” asked Ricky.

Mary pushed Ricky off, spun around, and laid herself beneath his throbbing fuck stick.

“On my face, baby. I want your cum all over my face and tell me how pretty I look with your cum dripping off my lips.” Mary commanded.

“Holeee fucking shit!! You’re so fucking HOT! Marrrryyy!!” Ricky moaned as his cock erupted ropes of hot, thick, white cum all over his married neighbor’s pretty face.

“Mmm… good boy!” said Mary. Then running her fingertip across her face, Mary drew in every drop of his cum, then asked, “Ricky? You’re not going to tell anyone about this, are you?”

Ricky, panting, looked down at this woman. This proper and usually shy wife of his father’s friend. “Why? If I do, are you worried you’ll be known as the neighborhood slutty mom?” asked Ricky.

“That’s not very nice, Ricky,” Mary replied. “I don’t want you to tell anyone. Please?”

“I won’t say a thing.” Ricky assured her, “Besides, my father would never believe a story like that about you anyway. He thinks you’re a saint.” He added.

“Jose, thinks I’m a saint?” asked Mary, surprised.

“My dad thinks you’re perfect. He’s even teased Mom about your ass. He loves the shape of your ass.” Ricky confessed.

Mary ran her fingertip across her lips, tasting the salty traces of Ricky’s cum.

“Mmm,” she moaned softly.

“You’re not upset?” Ricky asked her as he drew himself off the bed and began dressing.

Mary, feeling the desirable, secret slut hidden inside her gathering courage, rose up, pressed her tits into Ricky’s chest, pulled his head down to hers, then kissed him hard, finishing with a bite into his lip.

“Ricky. I think you should tell your father.” Mary explained. “I think you should tell your father what you did. Spying on me. Taunting me. Then running across the street and fucking me.” Wrapping her hand and around his cock, Mary squeezed and stroked and continued, “I think you should tell your father that I want both of you to come over and fuck me. I want two real cocks inside me, Ricky. I want you to share me with your Dad, Ricky. I want you both to take my holes and fill me and cover me with cum.”

“Holy shit…” gasped Ricky, “I don’t know if….”

Mary cut him off with her finger pressed against the young man’s lips.

“Ricky. If you don’t bring your father over to fuck my ass while you fuck my pussy, then…” raising her hands in the air in the contemplative expression, Mary finished her instruction, “then I don’t think this will ever happen again. But, you do want to fuck me again, don’t you, Ricky?”

Ricky nodded.

“Good boy. Now get dressed and go home. Text me when Steve’s at work. I’ll be waiting,” she said. Mary stepped into her bathroom and started the shower, then stepped back out just as Ricky was about to leave the bedroom and spoke to her new lover once more.

“And Ricky? I’ll expect you both to fuck me like the perfect slutty wife I am.”

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