BORED WITH THE ROUTINE, PT 1 [mF] [cheat] [mast] [oral] [swallow]

Annabelle and Todd had been married for six years. She. Was. Bored. Everything about Todd was practical. Every summer, they went to the beach. They stayed in the same hotel, in the same room, sat on the same lounge chairs, played the same games with their kids. Even their sex life was routine. He’d finger her, which she hated, and then crawl on top, pump himself into her snatch a few times, cum, sigh, get her a glass of wine and fall asleep.

As do most frustrated partners, Annabelle began to think about branching out and getting her needs met via other avenues. Like most people who think about going down this rabbit hole, she began her search online. She wanted porn, but not Hollywood-esque stuff. She wanted the real stuff. Amateur stuff. The boring sex was, well, boring. Things got dark very quick, but somehow, Annabelle remained horny. She masturbated back to back almost six times, finding more warped and disgusting porn until even she was disgusted with herself.

A few nights later, she told Todd she wanted to spice things up in the bedroom, but he didn’t understand why.

“I enjoy our sex life,” he said, not taking into consideration the fact that she might *not.*

That one line: *I enjoy our sex life* propelled Annabelle down an even darker path. She challenged herself to find the most disgusting, most horrific porn she could find … and then masturbate to it. She wanted darkness. She wanted abuse. She wanted to feel disgust. If she thought about Todd’s pasty white ass one more time, or his less than average penis pumping into her for three minutes one more time, she was going to vomit.

Her searches got more and more disgusting as the days turned into weeks. She began to challenge herself to think way *way* outside the box … just to see if people were into this stuff. The weirder the stuff she typed into the search box, the more freed and became. She began to let her inhibitions down more and more.

One evening, Todd turned the corner in the bedroom, heading for the bathroom when he stopped dead in his tracks. Annabelle was sitting on the toilet, peeing.

“Oh,” he said. “Sorry, sorry.” He turned his back to her. “Is … is the door broken or something?”

“No,” she said casually.

“So … is this just like, a new thing? Peeing with the door open?”

“Why not?” She said, hoping to inspire a little change.

If Annette Schwartz was letting strangers ejaculating onto her eyeball, for example, or if Roxy Raye was eating cereal out of her own anus, Todd could watch his own wife urinate into the toilet. But he couldn’t! He turned and walked away.

And so, Annabelle continued her march towards darkness, watching more and more disgusting porn, stumbling onto the darker porn websites, wanting to feel what these women felt. Wanting to be dehumanized and abused and treated like dirt. She wanted SOMETHING. ANYTHING. She wanted to feel alive, sexually.

She couldn’t take it anymore and one evening, while Todd was in bed reading a book, she came out of the bathroom wearing lingerie. She whistled at him and when he looked up, he smirked and put the book down.

“But today is Wednesday,” he said, referencing the fact that they usually had sex on Saturday evenings when the kids were at sleepovers.

She groaned.

“Just take your clothes off,” she said.

Not one to turn down sex, Todd did as he was told. Annabelle got into the bed and sucked his cock.

“Fuck it,” she whispered.

“Fuck … what?”

“My mouth. Hard.”

“I don’t … get it? What do you mean?”

“Just fuck my mouth like it was a pussy. C’mon. Fuck it.”

Todd began to thrust into her mouth, but as she began to drool uncontrollably, he stopped.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, fearful that she was drooling.

“Relax, keep going. I like it.”

Annabelle was trying her damndest to break Todd out of his comfort zone, but he just wasn’t having it.

“Why are we doing this?” He asked. “Did you see this in a movie or something? One of those Fifty Shades books? Why do you want me to fuck your mouth?”

“I just … need to spice things up a little, okay. Just play along. Please??”

All this dialogue was ruining the mood, though, and soon, Annabelle lost interest. She gave him a regular blowjob, he came in her mouth and she went to bed.

The next day, Annabelle took an hour off of work to go take the afternoon yoga class at her gym. After class, she showered and changed in the small single person locker room, closed off by a simple curtain.

Suddenly, the curtain whipped open and a young man gasped and shut the curtain.

“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t know anyone was still in there.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “I’ll just be a few more minutes.”

“Is there another locker room? This is my first time here,” the stranger on the other side asked.

“Nope, just this one.”

“Oh, okay …” he said.

“Are you in a hurry?” Annabelle asked.

“Yeah, I’m late for class. Grad school.”

Annabelle still had the towel around her torso when she noticed something. Her pussy was wet. The boy on the other side was cute. Couldn’t have been older than 25. She noticed him in class. His arms. His shoulders. He reminded her a little of Zac Efron.

“Well, if you don’t mind, you can come in,” she said.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a creep or anything, I just need to change.”

“It’s okay. I have a husband. I’ve seen everything there is to see. Come on it.”

“I’m Jacob,” he said as he entered the locker room.

“Annabelle.”

They shook hands. She removed the towel and revealed her entire nude body to him. He was in awe. Her perfect breasts, her flat stomach. She had a thick bush.

“Never seen a naked woman before?” She asked.

“Not one as beautiful as you,” he said with a smirk.

Annabelle smirked and grabbed her panties from her bag and stepped into them.

Jacob stripped out of his clothes, right down to his boxer briefs … and then he stopped. Annabelle, still topless, looked at him, eyeing him up and down.

“Go on,” she whispered, licking her lips.

Jacob hesitated for a second and then dropped his boxer briefs to the ground. His cock popped out, large, erect.

“Wow,” she said.

Jacob smiled as Annabelle shuffled her panties to the side and began to rub her clit. Jacob watched on as she sat down on the bench, spreading her legs, and masturbated for him. As she got closer and closer to cumming, Jacob began to stroke his large, erect cock. It was thick, maybe nine inches. Red, veiny, full of blood. Annabelle brought herself to orgasm, cupping her hand over her mouth to silence her moans.

Jacob stepped forward and pressed his hard cock into her throat.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whispered.

“Mm-hmm,” she moaned.

Jacob released himself, flooding her mouth with thick, white, semen. Rope after rope shot out, coating her mouth, her tongue, her throat as he grunted quietly, moaning until his balls were empty.

“Let me see,” he whispered.

Annabelle opened her mouth and displayed the cum, a heavy puddle which filled her mouth.

“Swallow,” he said.

She did as she was instructed. Together, they dressed, exchanged numbers and parted ways.

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