First thing I’ve written in a long time, and first ever erotica. Was planning to get a few more chapters written before posting, but figured any feedback could be helpful.
Cynthia sat uncomfortably in the passenger seat of the Uhaul looking for anything familiar. It had been at least 12 years since she had last visited the house on Bloom Hill. A large, old and beautiful home, it belonged to her father’s oldest friend, Roger. At least once a year throughout Cynthia’s childhood, she and her family would stay for a week or so at the house with Roger and his family. Born just two months before Cynthia, Julie was Roger’s oldest daughter, and Cynthia’s best friend growing up. Despite long stretches between visits the two girls would immediately pick up their friendship and become inseparable for the whole visit.
When Cynthia learned that her husband Henry had gotten the assistant professor position at UNC Asheville she had hoped to see Julie upon arriving in town, but Julie was living in Spain teaching English to primary school kids. She called up her father to ask for Roger’s number, planning to set up a time to visit or eat somewhere. Roger himself was preparing to leave town, and head south for the winter.
“These old bones have no interest in seeing a frost. Betty and I bought a little place in Miami, well Miami adjacent, a few years back” Roger stated a week previously with his usual air of mischief.
“Do you guys have a place to stay yet?” asked Roger.
“Ya. The university is supplying us with an apartment in their graduate housing. Once there we will look for a house of some sort.” Cynthia answered while doodling around Roger’s written down number
“Well, why don’t you and Harry stay at our house. No one will be there, and it beats pestering someone to keep the plants alive. Last year my favorite bonsai nearly died, well not my favorite, but still fucking tragic, or it would have been had I not been able to save it. So? You can even stay in the master bedroom, we were planning on getting a cleaning service to come in before we left to… sanitize the house anyways.” Roger chuckled through the phone.
“Wow! That sounds great. I will have to check with Henry, but I’m in.” said Cynthia, adding extra emphasis on her husband’s name.
“Oh right, Henry, ya. Ok let me know, and I can mail you a key or something. Cuz I’ll be in paradise. Boom! bye kiddo.” said Roger as he hung up not waiting for Cynthia’s farewell.
Henry took a few days to agree with the plan. He had barely met Roger and Betty at their wedding, and didn’t like the idea of staying for what was likely to be months in a stranger’s home. Only after Cynthia explained how close her family was to Roger, showed him the pictures of the beautiful house, and they agreed to pay some kind of rent and utilities did Henry settle into the idea.
“Turn left onto Poplar Drive in 1 mile” emanated from the phone on Cynthia’s lap pulling her out of her trance.
“Should be the third drive on the left after that turn” Cynthia told Henry.
“Are you hungry? I was planning to go back out for food later, but now I am thinking that we should get something delivered. I’m a bit more tired than I would have thought.” Said Henry.
“It was a long drive and an early start. Pizza or Jimmy John’s sounds good. I’m ready to get out of these seats, my whole body is sore.” Said Cynthia
It took them 4 hours to clear out the Uhaul, split a barbecue chicken pizza, and return the truck to the uhaul depot. They decided to sell the old Saturn that Cynthia had been driving for 9 years, and tow Henry’s Chevy Malibu that he just had to have, but had soured on since. Roger insisted that they drive his Lincoln crossover while staying, and Cynthia was busy finding some classic rock and top 40 stations to preset to its radio when Harry climbed into the passenger seat exhausted. They drove back to the house trying to pick out their favorite radio stations between the local airwaves and satellite radio, which they had never been subscribed to.
Pulling into the driveway Cynthia felt a surge of cheerfulness. Some of her most cherished memories happened in this house. She was looking forward to sharing the inevitable bouts of nostalgia with her husband.
“So I guess this is home, for at least a little bit.” she said.
“Ya, it still feels strange to me, borrowed luxury.” Harry responded while sliding out of the car.
“Well let’s enjoy it while we can. My muscles are aching, I’m going to go take that bath,l. That tub is huge, I’ve been looking forward to sinking into it all evening. And then I’ll be ready to lay in bed for the rest of the night. Can you get our tv hooked up in the bedroom? I can’t believe they don’t have one in their already.” said Cynthia.
Ya, no problem. I think it’s a generational thing. Neither of my parents have a tv in their bedroom. Said Harry.
“Hmmm, I guess so. Neither do my parents.” agreed Cynthia.
Cynthia walked slowly through the entry hall looking at the collage of family pictures covering the walls. She was reminded of their terrier, Rosco, who was the best fetcher Cynthia had ever met. Pictures of Julie and her sisters standing on the front porch, at the beach, in prom dresses and during all sorts of significant life events made up nearly all of the pictures. Cynthia continued on up the stairs and into the master bedroom. The walls were painted a gray-blue, the furniture were some kind of dark wood, and on the immaculately made-up bed layed a bright white comforter.
Cynthia walked into the large tiled bathroom that continued the color motif from the bedroom. She closed the door behind her, blocked up the tub drain, turned on the taps, and dropped in a bath bomb. Cynthia watched herself undress in the full length mirror while the tub filled up. The slight tilt of the mirror elongated her body giving her 5’4 frame a few extra inches. At that moment she felt beautiful. She looked around for a scale. She had been obsessively weighing herself for several months after noticing an extra 15 pounds, which she believed was hanging out in her stomach and ass. Still looking at her lithe body she slid a hand up her stomach, over her breast, along her neck and into her hair to remove her hair tie holding up her ponytail. Her light brown hair fell down around her shoulders. She considered sending a picture to Harry, but immediately dismissed the idea.
“Why haven’t I ever sent him a sexy picture before?” she thought to herself, “I might do that soon, but not tonight. He’d think I was trying to get into his pants, and I’m too tired for all that”.
Cynthia slipped down into the hot water. The bubbles from the eucalyptus bath bomb tickled her bare skin. With her eyes closed, she thought about her sex life. A virgin until 18, she had never been with anybody other than Harry. She had always thought their sex life was full and satisfying. However, soaking in the warm water, she asked herself if the vanilla sex they were having 2 or 3 times a week was satisfying to Harry. He almost always initiated, and sometimes tried to introduce new techniques which never seem to work for Cynthia as good as their normal position with her on her back, and him on his knees fucking her, using one finger rub back and forth on her clit. Cynthia realized that the fizzing water was arousing her nipples which were barely sticking out of the water. She again slid one hand up along her stomach and across her breast. She was surprised that a small jolt hit her body forcing a small gasp and involuntary muscle contractions. She grabbed a handful of her left breast, and then rubbed her slick palm around her now pert nipple. She felt herself getting horny, and she was craving Henry’s warm embrace. She was about to get out of the bath and crawl into bed naked when a different thought occurred to her. She had rarely ever masturbated. She had no real need, as Harry satisfied her completely and the orgasms were never as big when by herself. She reached with her left hand to squeeze her other breast as her right hand slid back down her body, through her pubic hair and over her whole pussy. She made a few broad strokes on her lips before sliding a finger in between her folds and across her clit.
“Oh damn” she breathed
She began to clumsily rub on her clitoris trying various motions, rhythms, and pressures until she started to feel an orgasm building. She pulled gently on her nipple giving it a small squeeze in the same rhythm as her bucking hips. She put more pressure on her clit while sliding her finger back and forth on her wet clitoris. Getting close to her orgasm, Cynthia withdrew her hand from her clit and pawed at her free boob squeezing her erect tit between her thumb and forefinger. Her body was on fire rolling up and down involuntarily creating small waves that repeatedly kissed her naked skin.
Cynthia resumed rubbing her clit with new found confidence. She could feel a big orgasm building up behind a dam ready to burst. She reminded herself to keep rubbing through her whole orgasm. As she got closer to cumming, she started to let her imagination fill her mind with sexy imagery. Henry looking at her with lustful eyes. Henty kissing her neck and taking his shirt off. Henry leaning over her and kissing her passionately, caressing her tongue with his while filling her up with his hard dick. Her, lying on a floor in a dark bedroom trying desperately to see something up on a bed with a polk-a-dot comforter.
“Oh god, oh my god” Cynthia exclaimed, surprising herself, as the orgasm unexpectedly crashed into her. Her body bucked violently sloshing out a sizable amount of water.
“Fuck me, god damn.” Cynthia whispered heavily as she continued to rub her clit. She pressed harder into herself, feeling more pleasure course through her as she did.
“Mmmm” she whimpered as she felt her orgasm starting to fade away.
Having barely caught her breath she heard a small knock on the door.
“Hey, can I come in?” Spoke Henry loudly through the door.
“Uh sure, come on in” she said, struggling to gather her wits.
Henry stepped into the bathroom wearing a loose t-shirt, a pair of gray sweatpants and an awkward grin.
“Hey, babe. I uhh was getting ready for bed, and uhh could hear you… umm you know… having an orgasm.”
Cynthia had never felt her cheeks burn more fiercely than this moment, staring into the eyes of her husband.
“Ya, sorry.” Said Cynthia, “I was feeling it, and was too tired for sex, and I figured you’d be tired too. Sorry.”
“Oh you don’t have to apologize. I get it, sometimes I’d rather just masturbate too. It’s quick, and easy, and fun” said Henry, “It was super hot, though. You uhh think you could keep going? I’d like to uhh watch”
Cynthia’s jaw dropped and she felt her cheeks burn more severely. But she also yearned to touch herself some more. She watched as Henry tentatively moved his hand to his crotch and rubbed his erect penis through his pants. She bit her lower lip slightly and slid her hands up her tense stomach and tenderly grabbed both breasts while looking up into Harry’s eyes. Her sensitive nipples sent aftershocks radiating out to every nerve with each gentle touch.
“Mmmmm” she moaned as she gave both tits a small squeeze and tug. She slid her right hand back down in between her legs and back to her swollen clit. Her breathing quickened as shudders rolled through her body. She watched as Harry aggressively squeezed and tugged at his cock still trapped in his pants.
Cynthia surprised herself slightly as she heard herself say “Pull it out, I want to see it in your hand”
“Ya? You want to see me jerk off?” Henry responded as he pulled his pants down to let his erection free.
“Yes. Please, I want to watch you jerk off to me fingering myself.” Cynthia said with more confidence than she felt. She knew the words would surprise her husband, but she wanted to push herself. She wanted to be big, bold and sexy. “Please stroke it for me. I’m so fucking hot right now.”
Henry wrapped a hand around his 6″ cock and started to slide his hand out towards the tip then back to the base. His eyes roamed up and down Cynthia’s naked body as he repeated this motion a few times and let out a small groan of pleasure. He reached down into the water and quickly rubbed his hand along Cynthia’s bare stomach before returning his wet hand to his cock and picking up speed.
The feeling of Harry’s touch sent Cynthia into a frenzy. She could feel another orgasm building. Her body screamed for more. She had never desired Henry with this kind of passion before. She had loved Henry, and loved making love to Him, but right now she needed Henry. She got up on her knees with her fingers still grinding into her clitoris.
“Give me your dick right now. I want it in my mouth.” Cynthia said, watching her husband’s eyes go wide with shock.
Henry stepped forward and aimed his dick at Cynthia’s open mouth. The feeling of her wet tongue gliding across the bottom of his cock nearly buckled his knees. Cynthia had never asked or wanted to give him a blow job before. It had been years since either of them had given the other oral.
“Oh shit, that feels amazing” Henry groaned. He slid his hand into Cynthia’s hair and gently grabbed the base of her hair. He felt the bobbing rhythm of her head in his hand and started to pull her hair as her mouth retreated to the tip of his penis, and gently pulled her into him as she slid her mouth back down his shaft.
Cynthia continued to press small circles into her clit as Henry took more control of her head. The thought of him fucking her face and using her mouth and tongue to get off was more arousing than Cynthia had imagined and she felt a huge orgasm building up inside of her. She slid her free hand back up to her hard nipple squeezing it roughly, and then reached out to touch Harry’s testicles. She felt him shudder, and she removed her mouth from his cock.
“Oh god, I’m close. Jerk off for me. Cum for me” Cynthia demanded.
Looking down at his beautiful naked wife Henry took hold of his cock and started to enthusiastically masturbate. Sliding the tip of his penis through his hand, before slamming his hand back down his shaft and into his pelvis with a small ‘thwack’. He watched Cynthia bucking her hips down onto her hand and felt the orgasm about to start. Harry turned to shoot his load safely onto the floor when Cynthia said “No, on my tits.”
“Fuck” Harry moaned as Cynthia’s words drove him over the edge and he started to cum. He tried to aim his dick her tits, but the first squirt of cum landed on her cheek, which was followed by several ropes of cum on her heaving breast.
“Oh shit, oh shit” said Cynthia hoarsely. She had begun cumming the moment the hot sticky cum touched her cheek. She was unable to contain herself as she was rocked by wave after wave of her biggest orgasm ever. She slid sideways off her knees and convulsed in the water, her eyes closed tightly. She heard herself moaning loudly in the small bathroom. She heard Harry’s moans of pleasure. She continued to slide her finger back and forth across her clitoris. A third orgasm of the night had her seeing stars and she rolled onto her back. She felt Harry’s strong hands squeezing her breast, rubbing his sticky cum into her skin. His finger pressed into her tits, and then slid his fingers across her flesh to squeeze both nipples hard.
Cynthia whimpered uncontrollably as the last remnants of her orgasm left her shaking beneath the warm water. Henry watched, hardly able to believe what just happened. His wife had never taken control like that before.The completely new experience left him speechless. After what seemed like forever, Cynthia opened her eyes and stared into his eyes.
“Wow” she said in between big breaths.”I’m going to clean up, I’ll be into bed in a few minutes.
Cynthia cleaned Henry’s cum off of her breasts, stepped out of the tub, and winked at herself in the mirror. She dried off, and then threw the towel down on top of the water that had escaped the tub. She slid gracefully into a soft pink pair of panties and an old t-shirt. She picked up her pajama pants she previously laid out to sleep in and decided she wasn’t going to wear them into bed. She confidently walked out of the bathroom conscious of the thin layer of fabric stretched over her firm butt. She bent down to carefully place her folded pajama pants on top of her suitcase and climbed into bed with Henry. She placed her arm over his chest and laid her head onto his shoulder which prompted him to wrap his arm around her tightly.
“No pants tonight” he inquired gently.
“Nope” was her response.
Cynthia rolled away from Henry, shoving her ass into his hips. He rolled towards her to play the part of the big spoon, and they quickly fell asleep with his erection pressed into Cynthia’s butt.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jda4zt/the_house_on_bloom_hill_part_1_sexual
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