⬇️ TRIGGER WARNINGS ⚠️
° Infidelity
° Online infidelity
° Gangbanging/trains
° Dead bedrooms
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It was a warm and balmy afternoon, cicadas ground out their fierce mating call in droves and it compounded the fact that summer had indeed settled in,
Celeste was at the kitchen sink, the sun pouring through the open window and dappling over her milky pale skin. Of course accompanying that trait was also the slight intolerance to the more angry heat of the summer rays, pulling the laced blinds across with a dainty hand she snapped out of her daydream and finished cleaning up the two cups that had just been used, the house smelled of freshly ground coffee beans.
She wore a long sun-dress today, it was a modest design with a full length skirt, long sleeves and the softest cotton that moved with the slightest of breezes, it was modest in design.. up until that point, the top half had an ample clevage that corseted down the front and accentuated the firm pale mounds that threatened to overflow at any moment should she dare move too swiftly. her spouse was about to make his way out the door any moment now- a cursory peck of a kiss to the forehead and a little squeeze around the small of her back was all to be expected in the way of affection when it came to Andrew, even when departing for extended company trips.
He was a good man, a good provider for the necessities and creature comforts that she currently enjoyed.
That is where it stops however, it was a passionless marriage. Celeste craved for intimacy; it had been almost three years since he had slept with her properly, ‘like a man should with his wife!’ She thought to herself, pointedly getting frustrated now within herself, all this happened within mere moments and the day slipped along just as predictably as ever, Andrew left, travel bag clicking along the tiled floor of their home, a phone glued to one side of his face as he mumbled some business jargon and leant over to peck at her forehead and then quickly exited.
Another week away-
Celeste thought with a dread settling in her stomach that was so heavy it felt that she may very well be sick that very moment, the quiet of the spacious house was deafening.
A loud sigh was all Celeste could muster to scratch at the deep turmoil within her, she felt unseen and unaccomplished. Unloved.
A girl has needs too you know, making her way to the bedroom Celeste contemplated using one of her may sex toys… but they all lacked excitement and were also predictable in her mind. Having all of them being used over and again, different sizes and settings, Celeste masturbated almost every day at some point, finding pleasure in made-up fantasies.
One fantasy however was like a thorn in her mind, slowly pushing into her day-to-day tasks and whittling away at her impulse control.
“That’s it” Celeste mumbled to herself, her hands curling tightly into resolute fists.
Scooping up her mobile phone she went into an application that had a funny robot like portrait as it’s symbol.
Going into one of the local zoning groups for NSFW content and meet-up’s, Celeste posted an open invitation for sexual favours at a meeting point of her choosing.
It went accordingly:
20yr old woman seeking male callers in the evergreen region.
All welcome.
Condoms are non-negotiable.
All holes are free use.
Lube will be provided.
Safe words will be used, in the traffic light method, red will put a cease to the meet up immediately.
Celeste read it over again, posted the address and time along with the finer details to a small private park that backed onto reserved land and was rarely used, tucked away in a semi residential area it was maintained nicely but neglected for use by residents.
Attached to the post was a selfie of herself, neck down in lingerie. It was a lace three piece set with an underbust bra, her soft perky breasts were the star of the show, dusky pink nipples were tight with arousal and took up most of the frame with her legs folded out of frame on a bed with crisp white sheets, her free hand could be seen fisting the sheets lightly as if she were in the throws of an invisible ecstasy that would be sure to tantalise the viewers imagination.
Maybe she would wear that lingerie set tonight…
She liked the way it made her soft curves look, contrasting nicely on her skin and drawing the eye to all the right places.
Hours passed by until Celeste revisited her post, there were just over fifty commenter’s and the likes were inching towards the hundred mark
Her hands trembled slightly as she skimmed through the lusty comments, some going into great detail of what they would like to do to her.
Celeste’s hand strayed down her dress and slowly hiked up the hem as she went through some of the more detailed fantasies involving her…
Finding a seat that was nearest, Celeste threw one leg up on the armchairs plush side, still standing and perched securely in a practice manner her Delicate manicured fingers found their ways greedily between her silken thighs, a warm pool was collecting between her pussy lips and she rubbed up along the slit of her pussy. The cotton of her underwear quickly moistening as she grew more and more aroused, her hand rotated and ground on the swollen clit begging to be attended to but she resited.
If things were to go to plan, tonight she would have as much cock as she desired.
Celeste closed her eyes and franticly ground up against the wet nub hidden in her ever wet recesses, her hand went overtime, trying to quell the need to plunge one of her biggest toys into her cunt. It pulsed with arousal, she had forgotten this feeling, this rush.
Andrew was by no means a wonderful lover, but on their wedding night at freshly eighteen and being still a virgin at the time, she had revelled in the feel of him plunging in and out of her unused pussy.
She had cried from the pain but begged him to commence after he paused to check in on her well-being.
The pain heightened her senses, burned her up and made her feel beautiful everywhere all at once as the contrasting feelings of being defiled and the new discovery of pleasure welling up from her core crashed all about her.
Celeste stiffened.
Hand pausing suddenly mid-task as her eyes fluttered open, Andrew didn’t deserve to be masturbated to.
He hadn’t touched her like that since that night, not once.
Bitterness quickly rose in her chest and the mood was gone, letting her propped up leg down, Celeste huffed dramatically and put her phone on charge and stepped into the bedroom to get dressed for her date tonight…
* If you liked this story please let me know and I will post part two. TIA
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yy0f0m/disgruntled_housewife_part_1
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