I placed my hand on top of my cunt, and my fingers went into work right away. They wriggled and fought for access into my vagina eagerly, and I gave a soft moan. It felt so good. When was the last time I did this? I thought.
I couldn’t remember, but it didn’t matter anyway. For the first time in a long time, I’m getting it on with myself.
I took another peek at the action on the living room. Fred and Ashley were now both standing on the floor and kissing each other deeply. Ashley had her arms around Fred’s neck while Fred had her hands on Ashley’s buttocks, squeezing and grabbing them forcefully. Then, without warning, he gave one butt cheek a smart slap. Ashley started but didn’t break the kiss.
Fred gave Ashley’s cheek another slap, stronger this time. Ashley started again but still didn’t break their kiss.
I knew where Fred wanted to take the whole thing. He had a penchant for these sexy punishment games. Sometimes they got a little crazy, but most of the time they were incredibly sexy. It was one of our favorite sex games, and it made me angrier seeing my husband use the same technique on another woman.
In my anger, the fingers inside me squirmed and moved even faster. Ecstasy began to make its way over anger, and I was hot and horny in no time. Sweat began to pop out in beads on my forehead. I moved my fingers faster and faster, sliding them in and out of my deepest crack like they were possessed. I was very wet already; my fingers made smacking, slopping sounds as they slid in and out of my pussy.
Ashley suddenly cried out in pain, and I knew Fred was getting started with his punishment games. I looked at them from behind the door, and what I saw made my arousal levels shoot up.
Ashley was back on the couch, but this time, she was in all fours. I couldn’t see her face as it was almost buried on the surface of the couch. Her ass was high up in the air, though, no problem seeing that one. I stared at her ass. How on earth could a girl have an ass as succulent and delicious as that? It almost didn’t seem fair. Ashley’s butt cheeks were smooth and creamy. Although they had red streaks from Fred’s spanking, the streaks only served to make her ass look even better and more delicious. No wonder Fred couldn’t get enough of them.
Fred was smacking Ashley’s rump with all the seriousness he could muster. He was beating Ashley like he would a little child. Remember, Fred was a huge person. His hands were no exception, and when they come down beating, you would do whatever it takes to make them stop. Fred never laid a single finger on me save for when we were having his kinky sex games. He smacked painfully, but you didn’t want him to stop.
Ashley whimpered and cried with every slap. Yet I could tell she was enjoying it too. Her rump was now becoming red. I wondered how much could she take with all that spanking.
I leaned back on the chair, shut my eyes, and pictured Fred smacking my bare rump with those large hands of his. I was aroused instantly, and I grew wetter down there. But the mental images weren’t enough. I wanted someone to actually spank my ass. There was no one around, obviously, and I groaned in frustration. To make up for it, I raised my legs and placed my heels on the chair with my knees bent and almost at level with my face. Then I added another finger inside me and played with myself furiously.
I still wasn’t satisfied, so I undid the buttons on my white button-down top and shrugged out of it. My black lacy bra was all I had on now. I wanted to be rid of it too. I reached behind me, unhooked it, slid it down my shoulders, and threw it on the floor. Now I was as naked as the day I was born. I resumed with my position, thrust three of my fingers inside my wet, slippery slit, and played with myself.
While my fingers slid in and out of my cunt, I checked out Fred and Ashley’s action on the living room. Fred seemed to have had enough of his spanking thrills, but he was still calling the shots. He had Ashley put on some sort of show. Ashley was sitting on top of the back of the sofa. Her legs were spread apart and, like me, she was playing with herself. What a coincidence. Fred stood in front of Ashley and watched while Ashley played with her cunt with one hand and with her breasts were another.
Suddenly, I found myself wondering how it would feel like to have Ashley fondle my breasts and insert her fingers between my legs. The thought made me hot and wild. I’ve done it with a girl once, back when I was in college. It was a delicious experience, and it was one I wanted to try again. Maybe Ashley could do the same to me without Fred knowing.
I burst into silent laughter when I realized what I was thinking. I must be going mad. Whatever drove me to think of getting it on with the babysitter, anyway? But really. I mulled over the idea seriously. Fred can’t be the one calling all the shots all the time. Why can’t I have some fun on my own too, right?
“Mr. Garin!” Ashley cried out loud.
I peeked from behind the door and saw the cause for Ashley’s crying. Fred had his head buried on Ashley’s breasts. He was sucking on one breast while he played with another. Apparently, Fred was sucking and pulling too hard on Ashley’s tits. With Ashley’s cry, Fred stopped what he was doing and gave Ashley a smart pinch on the cheek.
“I didn’t tell you to complain, did I?” Fred asked.
Ashley shook her head. “No, Mr. Garin,” she answered.
“What did you call me?” Fred asked again, his eyes narrowing into slits.
Ashley’s eyes grew wide. “I mean, no, Daddy.”
Fred nodded. “Good. Now just sit still and don’t do anything until I tell you to.” He went back to sucking and playing with Ashley’s tits.
Ashley sat still and, save for her ecstasy-filled moans, didn’t say anything more.
Now I was really turned on. I absolutely love it when Fred takes on his “I’m your master and you’re my slave” sex game. Seeing him dominate Ashley into submission almost made me cry out loud. I wanted so badly to be the slave, to be dominated, and to be told what I was to do or not do. I ran my hands over my breasts, jerking my sleepy nipples back into their erect state. My breasts aren’t so bad, if I do say so myself. Even after giving birth, my nipples had retained their pinkish tinge. I ran my flat palm over them again and again, until they were nothing but more but hard pinkish nubs. I took one nipple between my thumb and index finger and began to make rolling motions.
I was already dripping wet between my thighs. My hands and fingers seemed to have a life of their own. They didn’t want to stop, which was a good thing because I felt the familiar beginnings of an orgasm coming. I ran my palm faster and faster over my nipples. The fingers in my cunt twisted and jerked more rapidly. It won’t be long before I would explode. I bit my lower lip so as not to cry out too loud when I finally came.
And came I did. My vagina made squelching noises, and a violent shaking took over me. This is it, I thought.
The wave of pure unadulterated pleasure washed over me, and I gladly let myself drown under it. I gasped and bucked and shook, like I was in a frenzy. I wanted to cry out loud, but since I couldn’t, I bit into the back of my chair as my orgasm ripped right through me. Still, I couldn’t help but cry out loud as my bodily juices gushed out of me. I still had not removed my hand from my cunt, so I came and came and came. I jerked and thrashed on the chair, my body growing slick with sweat. I came again; it seemed like it would never end.
I paused, out of breath. I came right on the chair. I felt my own erotic juices from beneath my butt. There was some trickling down my thigh and into my legs. I sat still, trying to catch my breath. I still hadn’t removed my hand from my pussy, but I was now too spent to come again.
“I’m coming!” I suddenly heard Fred cry out from the living room. “Fuck, I’m coming!”
I stole a quick look just in time to see my husband ram himself hard into Ashley’s behind. Ashley threw her head back and gave an earthshaking cry. Fred reached out with one hand and clamped it over Ashley’s mouth, muffling her cries of ecstasy. He must’ve been worried the noise would wake Taylor up.
Taylor. I sat right up, removing my hand from my cunt. My little boy. Amazingly, he hadn’t woken up from all the ruckus going downstairs. I tilted my head and listened for telltale sounds from upstairs indicating Taylor had woken up, but there was none. I took a deep breath. Oh, Taylor, your father is one cheating bastard.
And I jerked myself off to the sight of him and your babysitter fucking each other.
The thought startled me into action. I got off the chair and began to dress hurriedly, quietly. I musn’t let Fred and Ashley, or anybody else for that matter, catch me here in the kitchen, naked and wet and slimy from my own juice. When I was fully dressed again, I picked up a rag and wiped off my body fluids on the chair and floor.
I looked around the kitchen, making sure everything was where they were supposed to be and in their proper place. I noticed the sounds in the living room have gone as well. I made my way softly to the door and took one
