s2e13 - Frida (55) housewife from Hounslow

Series 2, Episode 13: Frida Forsberg-Carr

In the opulent master bedroom of an up-market home.

Shoulder length shaggy blonde hair and huge white toothed smile. What she lacks in looks she makes up for with sheer pleasantness. That’s not to say she’s unattractive, but she’s definitely a decade (or two) out of her prime.

When she speaks it’s with the friendly, twisted accent of a foreigner – a Swede to be precise.

“Allo. My name ish Frida Forsberg-Carr, originally from Stockholm, Sweden, now married and living in Hounslow in London, and I’m 53 years old.”

Cut to full length footage of Frida trying on lingerie infront of a mirror. For 53 she looks very good. Perhaps a little skinny, bony in the hips, small breasts sitting in the cup of her bra rather than filling them. She continues to speak, now in voice-over, as she poses in a skimpy black lacy bra and panty set first. Looking in that mirror and making sure she still looks good.

“My husband said he had to marry a Swede because English girls aren’t dirty enough...” She smiles. “Then I see your show and how dirty the English girls can be – and I thought, I have to do better!”

Cut to her in a red basque, those small boobs pushed up and together. Looking very presentable. A red g-string highlights the lean tops of her thighs and hips. She turns one way and then the other to show herself off.

“I think I look very good for my age, yes? I like to stay special for my husband.”

Cut to her husband, Jason - a smug looking businessman in his late 50s. He’s balding, but the hair he’s got is immaculately styled and gelled. The top couple of buttons of his shirt undone to show off a broad chest full of hair. Big rings on his fingers. He loves himself.

“She’s an amazing woman. When we first met, I thought she was a one-night-stand ... She behaved the way a woman does on a one-night-stand ... Filthy. No shame. Then the second night she was the same. And every day, every week, every year since – she’s always been a one-night-stand girl. She’s amazing. I love her.”

We pull back to reveal that he’s sitting on a couch at the end of the huge bedroom in which she’s trying on her lingerie. Now wearing a white low-cut teddy. Her boobs sagging within, but everything else looking great. When he says “I love her” she smiles and totters over to him to wrap her arms around his shoulders from behind, and plant a kiss on the top of his head. As she wraps her arms around him we see a few signs of her age – the flesh under her arms isn’t quite as tight as it used to be, neither are her buttocks. Again, excellent for 53, but after last week’s teenager, it’s not perfect.

Cut back to her at the mirror it yet another sexy outfit. French knickers and a half-cup bra. She’s trying to adjust her small boobs in the cups to give herself some cleavage. Talking to the camera via the mirror.

“He didn’t ask me to do this ... I saw the look in his eye and I knew I had to do it whether I wanted to or not.”

And did you want to?

She pauses, then turns to look into camera. “As I said, I’m much dirtier that the English girls ... So what do you think?” She laughs to herself.

Cut to Jason, that arrogant prick of a husband, still on the couch. “I’m a very successful man. I’ve got temptation all around me – I do business in Berlin, Paris, New York, and here in London ... I could have a young woman in every city, but this is special kind of a woman. Why would I want to be with anyone else?”

Cut to: Frida looking straight into camera. Lots of red lipstick, white teeth behind it.

“My name is Frida Carr ... I’m 53 years old, and I want to be fucked by a big, bad, doggy whilst he (she points at her husband) tells me what a slut I am!”

Cut to: The front door of their home. It opens toward us and a solid little pitbull staggers in, pulling his smiling owner, Thomas, behind him. “Easy boy ... I think he knows what’s up. As soon as he saw the cameras he started to pull like crazy. I think he knows you...” The last comment is directed off camera to one of our production staff.

Randall is allowed to lead Thomas up a wide staircase that leads to the home’s bedrooms.

In the master bedroom, Randall enters to the sight of a very fit Frida, still posing infront of the mirror, topless with nothing but a g-string and high-heels on. She has her hands over her small tits. When Randall enters she drops to her knees and hold out her arms to welcome him. Her small boobs sag a little, but are still inviting in a cute way.

“Hallo boy...” She says, “ ... come and give me some hug.”.

The dog is allowed to rush over to her and she gives him an over the top hug. Holding him loose but close. He licks at her flesh, and she gets an idea ... Cupping a breast and offering it to him – leading with the nipple. Randall doesn’t seem too interested, so Frida spits on it – a line of saliva hanging down from her pursed lips, which she steers onto the breast and nipple ... Randall licks it like it’s cream and Frida arches her back, partly from the nice sensations, but mainly because she wants to look good on camera.

Jason is still sat back on the couch, smugly watching his wife in action as she cups the other breast and drools saliva down onto that one too ... Randall enthusiastically licks at the second boob, producing a second back arch and a little moan from the Swede.

She leans forward and lowers her head to offer him her mouth, opening up to offer her tongue ... Mistake ... Randall licks and nips at her, almost catching her tongue and she is forced to recoil in surprise. “Aaahhh, not kissing I think!” She laughs, half in shock as she falls on her back, with her legs apart...

Randall heads straight between her legs – his nose right to the gusset of her g-string, snuffling and licking at the material. Right into the fold at the top of her inner thigh ... Giggling, she reaches down and pulls the gusset to one side, exposing her pink pussy lips – and the dog doesn’t waste a second. Licking, licking, and licking some more.

She’s loving it. Every fast, hot, wet tongue swipe. His tongue exploring every millimetre of her soft, warm, pink, cunt. The dog is clearly enjoying it too. The taste. The smell. The way that pink lady wriggles, moans and giggles under his onslaught. Jason sits back, a little smirk on his face as his wife has her pussy licked by the little muscly dog.

Frida has her legs spread so wide, her pussy so exposed, and the dog’s snout right up there. His tongue darting in and out of her. Her back arching, her chest heaving, mouth open and struggling to get a lung full of air ... Her heart thumping, struggling for breath ... Tongue on pussy ... Tongue in pussy ... Tongue all around pussy ... Her bucking her hips, writhing ... And suddenly spasming as an orgasm rolls through her body, from her pussy, through her belly, her chest ... She grabs her tits and squeezes them hard, then... “Ffffuuuuuuuuaaaaarrrrrkkkkkkkk!”

She jams her thighs together, pushing the dog away, protecting her over sensitive snatch. She rolls over to catch her breath. Still shivering with the afterglow of her orgasm.

Jason sits forward, “Okay now dear, you’ve had your fun ... I think it’s time for him to have his...”

Frida sits up with a smile on her face, and a warm glow all over. She reaches out and begins stroking the dog without looking away from her husband.

One hand slipping down under the dog, stroking his belly and then his sheath as she keeps her eyes locked on Jason’s. Her other hand still stroking the dog’s side. She snarls a smile at him, starts talking dirty with her strong accent. “You like? You like this? You like me playing with a dog...” As she speaks the dog’s lipstick cock-tip makes its first appearance – her fingers find it and she takes the dirty talk up a notch. “You like me playing with his cock? Doggy cock in my hand ... It feels so hot, and hard...”

It’s growing in her hand the whole time she’s talking and jerking. The dog standing there almost impassively.

Jason encourages her to jerk it faster, make it grow ... She smile, an excited little smile, and jerks it faster. Her whole arm moving as she gets some speed work going. She’s on her knees, the dog beside her. Jerking his cock in its sheath, jerking it out of its sheath. She’s having fun.

The cock is sticking a few inches outside the sheath now, shining, swelling and a strange purple/white colour. She looks under the dog’s low belly and licks her lips, toward Jason, a little obviously. He says, “You can give him a little suck first, if you like.”

Her smile broadens, she looks away from Jason and into the camera lens. “He knows I’ve wanted to suck a dog’s cock for a long time ... It’s very dirty. Very dirty...”