October Night [Mast, F]

Jessica sat on the front porch swing and listened to the sounds of the night air. It was early October and there was a bit of a crispness in the air. The blanket she was laying under kept her warm enough. Below the covers she was only wearing a pair of boxers (the ones she adored of her husband’s) and a thin t-shirt. She liked coming out to the porch on nights like this to relax. Her husband was off somewhere across the country on a business trip and she missed him so.

The cool night air was kicking up a bit more than it had earlier and a slight draft was coming in under the covers. Her nipples began to stiffen and she felt a familiar urge begin to take over her body. Many were the nights like this that she would begin to think about John and start playing with herself. John was the handsome young guy that lived down the road a bit. He was muscular and tanned from working in the fields all day. He would occasionally drop by the house when a package would be left by a fill in mail carrier that always seemed to get the addresses to their houses mixed up.

This evening was like many others when her thoughts turned to John. She stretched out on the porch swing as her fingers found their way under the boxers. She always enjoyed having a bit of fur down there. She could never understand women that shaved it all off. She could feel the curls of her pubic hair as she slid her hand further down.

The wind was picking up a bit more and she started to worry that maybe a storm was starting to blow in. Somehow that worry was pushed to the back of her mind as her fingers found her moistness. She was now stretched out as much as she could on the swing. The blanket had shifted and her nipples exposed to the night air. They stood more erect than she could ever remember them being.

Jessica had always been proud of her body. Her breasts developed in her mid teens and by the time she had met her husband they were nice and full. Her nipples were sensitive, especially to the cool night air like tonight’s. She had picked up a few pounds in 10 years of marriage but was still quite attractive, if she thought so herself.

The index finger of her right hand was lazily brushing back and forth across the top of slit. She knew if she slid it down a little further and across her clit she would be squirming. With her left hand she brushed her right breast. As much as she thought about the touch of John down the way, she also thought of Debbie who lived a couple of towns over. Her desire for the touch of a woman was something she had kept as a secret since that time with Becky Martin back in high school. Becky had been the only girl that Jessica had ever kissed. Well kissed like that. Debbie reminded her of Becky in a lot of ways. Her tits were nice and developed and she had those same soft lips that Becky had.

Her index and middle fingers of her right hand were now rubbing faster and faster along her slit. She had been grabbing and squeezing on her breasts with her left hand. Her head tossed back in wanton desire. She wasn’t sure how much longer she would last before she experienced an orgasm. She wanted it to be nice and long with juices flowing out everywhere.

Thoughts of having both Debbie and John doing things to her raced through her mind. John suckling her nipples and Debbie playing with her pussy just made her get closer and closer to orgasm. She had seen John without his shirt on and knew that his muscular body was something to behold. There had been times that she was certain she could tell the outline of his cock through his jeans. There had been times that she had seen Debbie’s erect nipples poking through her shirt and just so much wanted to lean forward and suck on them.

These thoughts were driving her closer and closer to the edge. She was so wrapped up in her masturbation and her fantasy that she hadn’t noticed that the winds had picked up quite considerably. She was not worried about what was going on around her, she wanted to cum. Rubbing hard with the palm of her hand pressed hard against her clit she was nearing release. Her finger sliding between her pussy lips and into her wet cunt was enough to make her explode. With just one more push she felt her finger hit that spot just inside her pussy that started the eruption. She was cumming now. Juices flowing all over her hand and fingers. Her back was arched and she let out a moan. A moan that had it been a still night John could have heard down the road.

As her senses started to come back her she opened her eyes and saw the branches of the big oak in the front swinging wildly as the winds blew with all their might. Picking up her blanket she dashed across the porch and back in the front door of the house. There she collapsed on the cool tile floor. Dribbles of cum juice still leaking from her wet pussy. Bringing her fingers to her mouth she tasted her sex. She so wanted Debbie and John to taste it. Maybe there would be a time when her husband was out of town she could have them over and play out the fantasy that had been in her head.

She collected herself up off the floor and walked up the stairway to the bedroom. A smile as wide as could be on her lips. Moistness still oozing down her legs. She fell into bed and wrapped herself in the sheets. As she was was drifting off to sleep her fingers again found their way to the places they had just been. She let out a sigh and thought how wonderful this October night had been.

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