With Paul sleeping in this Sunday morning I decide to go into our den and
fire up the computer. As the whir of the hard drive signals the system
booting up I think about how glad I am I discovered online erotica. Having
been married to my husband Paul for twelve years I was feeling that our sex
life had gotten a little predictable. It’s not that our sex life is bad, far
from it. Paul is a very caring lover and over the years has learned how to
touch me in ‘just the right ways’. Still sometimes our lovemaking lacks that
spark that is present in fresh relationships.
While looking for ideas to spice up our sex life I turned to our computer and
the internet. I quickly gave up on the male oriented photos to provide me
any insights, and the chat rooms didn’t seem right either. Then I stumbled
across erotic stories on-line, like the ones I’m looking for today.
I login to our internet account and start looking for new stories on my
favorite erotica pages. I scan the titles and descriptions looking for
something that sounds interesting. I find a story description that sparks my
interest. It’s a story about a woman having sex with a stranger.
I guess this has always been one of my fantasies, to have sex with someone I
don’t know. I don’t think I’d ever do it actually, but as something to
fantasize about its always been one of my favorites. Opening up the story in
my browser I untie my robe and let the front fall open, and begin reading.
“I can’t believe I invited this man I met at the neighbors party up to my
apartment. I don’t even know this strangers name. But I know what he
wants.”
My hand slips inside of my robe, gently brushing my nipples as I read the
passages on the computer screen in front of me. In my mind I imagine myself
in the place of the woman in the story, giving herself over to passion and
lust as a stranger caresses her.
“The stranger pulls me close to him. I can feel his erection pressed against
my bottom as he starts rubbing my nipples through my blouse.”
My nipples harden in response to my touch and the thoughts I imagine as I
scroll down the screen, reading more of the story. In my mind I picture the
stranger’s hands on my breasts. I imagine the feel of his body behind me as
my passion rises.
“Bent at waist, resting on the counter, the stranger has my skirt pulled up
and my panties pulled down. I can feel the head of his cock pressed against
my hot and waiting pussy.”
My hand moves from my nipples, down to my pussy. I’m already moist from the
excitement of the story and my caresses. I easily slip first one finger,
then a second, inside myself. I pretend that instead of my fingers, it is the
strangers cock that is now inside me.
“With unrelenting lust the stranger fucks me from behind, his cock pounding
into my pussy. My orgasm hits strong, the shudder’s of my body sends the man
inside of my over the edge and his orgasm comes moments later.”
I stop myself from going over the edge the characters in the story just
reached. I want to involve Paul in this story-inspired fantasy of mine
somehow. After a moments thinking I plan a little morning fun. I grab a
towel from the bathroom and go to our bedroom.
As Paul lays sleeping I go to the dresser beside our bed and use the towel to
cover the top half of the mirror. I look at the mirror and how the towel
will block the upper portion of it. Satisfied that my plan will work I turn
my attention to my sleeping husband.
Watching my husband I decide how best to make sure he wakes up in the proper
mood for what I have in mind. I carefully pull the sheet up from the side of
the bed until his cock is exposed. Straddling him on my hands and knees I
take his member into my mouth and begin using my tongue on its head.
It doesn’t take long until my actions cause Paul’s cock to begin growing in
my mouth. His shaft is fully erect by the time his hands brushing my head
tell me he’s awake. I work carefully now, building his passion, but not too
far or too fast.
I sense Paul reaching the edge and pull away from him. Still on my hands and
knees on the bed I move, facing the mirror and offering myself to his rigid
passion.
I watch in the mirror as Paul moves behind me. I see that the towel is
working just as I’d hoped. In the mirror I see myself but the towel blocks
the reflection of Paul’s head and shoulders. The story begins going through
my mind as I picture the faceless stranger about to take me from behind.
Between the wetness from my earlier self-pleasures and the saliva from my
waking Paul up his cock easily slides into me fully. Grabbing my hips Paul
begins fucking me with desperate passion. In the mirror I watch as my
imagined stranger takes his pleasures from my body. I watch us fuck and run
the story through my mind as my passion quickly builds.
I can sense Paul/the stranger pumping faster, their passion building.
Knowing he will cum quickly I reach to my clit with one hand and begin
rubbing myself there as we continue to indulge our lust.
Paul/the stranger thrusts himself deeply into me as his orgasm takes him.
This pushes me over the edge and my own orgasm washes over me but a moment
later.
Lying in Paul’s arms we quietly caress each other as we catch our breath from
the mornings’ lovemaking. I think about how a little fantasy once in a while
is definitely a good spice for a long term relationship. I hope I bookmarked
that story page. I’m sure that I’ll find all kinds of other things there to
fire up my imagination and our passions.