Frustrated Housewife
Copyright© 2026 by DavidandMary
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - neglected by her husband, she surfed the net and found something disgusting yet appealing to her, so after weeks of almost trying it but chickening out she finally got the nerve to try it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Heterosexual Cheating Interracial Black Male White Male White Female Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Public Sex Size
he walked into the restroom in a highly agitated state; a lustful fever overwhelming her, her heartbeat off the roof, sweat soaking her mini dress. The gas station attendant had meaningfully winked at her, when he handed her the key to the restroom and she knew perfectly well why. She had heard the rumors, had looked it up on the Internet. She was well prepared, in terms of knowledge, but, when she shut the stall’s metal door and saw the writings on the wall, she realized her mind wasn’t at all prepared. Fantasy is one thing, reality another, and she almost ran away.
Instead, she wiped the toilet seat clean and sat down. She read the vulgar lines on the walls, noticed the two holes—one on each side. She drew a deep breath, removed her coat. She stood up, not certain what to do with herself; she wanted to check herself out, but didn’t dare leave the stall. Another deep breath, her glance dropped to her wedding ring.
Married for three years, but, her husband was always working. Executive at a large company; she had always wanted to be independent; her dream was to work, too, for a big company after having studied business administration. Recession killed her dream and the only reason she didn’t go hungry was her husband. He hated, too, the idea of her working; preferred the traditional roles in a family. She didn’t enjoy his way of thinking, but, had fallen in love with him anyway. She looked at the ring again, contemplated taking it off; she couldn’t. Then, her glare moved back to the two holes, the profane writings on the walls.
She smiled, albeit faintly and terrified. She wanted to run away, fast, yet, she also wanted to stay; a new experience, she told herself. While at home alone, she did nothing but clean, cook, take care of the garden. Here, nobody knew her; she could do things she would never otherwise dare to, hoping to feel free and alive. Freedom, the great notion she pondered during countless of sleepless nights. Boredom, what drove her to start searching on the Internet.
She pulled the straps of the dress off and let it fall softly under her naked breasts; still standing—her body temperature increasing even more—she touched her soft breasts. Jolts of electricity traversed her body, when she rubbed her erect nipples. She leaned back and a cold shiver ran up her spine, when her shoulders touched the metal door. She moaned softly, afraid of being heard. She played with her breasts, more intensely now, still questioning her real intentions. Her stare fixed on the holes, yet she enjoyed being alone—it was exciting as it was, she didn’t really need anything else to happen.
She sweated profusely. On an impulse she couldn’t control—let alone comprehend—she took her black g-string off and placed it atop her coat on the lowered toilet lid. She lifted her dress above her ass—the dress suddenly resembling an oversized black belt around her slim waist.
As she slowly ran her fingers across her sweaty, smooth skin, going lower and lower, she remembered the attendant and his wink; a middle-aged man, who had probably been handsome in his youth but had succumbed to the hardships of life. Her husband was still handsome, despite having reached forty, because he could afford to take care of his appearance. She bit her lips hard, trying desperately to forget her husband; at that particular moment in time and space she was single, carefree. She couldn’t bear thinking of their house, their marriage. Her life was but a distant dream for as long as she remained in the stall.
Her moans grew louder, her fingers rubbing her clit fast and furious sending waves of pleasure across her body. Her knees buckled and she leaned harder on the wall. She couldn’t help herself from grunting loudly, despite the embarrassment of potentially being heard. She stared at the two holes petrified, despite the lust arising in her dazed mind. Her body and her fantasies were taking over and her prohibitions were on the losing side of the ongoing war in her brain. She had postponed the visit to the gas station too many times, always chickening out at the last moment whenever she drove by it, yet now she was determined to live out the fantasy that had haunted many a sleepless nights. The holes remained empty. She inserted one finger in her pussy, whilst sucking off the middle finger of her other hand. She could hardly remain standing; she threw her head backwards and closed her eyes. She pictured someone sitting on the other stall, watching her lustfully; she moaned and moaned, unable to control herself any longer; she was there and it was all that mattered. She had finally found the courage to come and she stopped caring whether what she had seen in videos would actually take place. Simply being in the dirty bathroom stall with the holes on the walls and the possibility of someone watching were enough for her. She used two fingers, pounding herself fast.