This is a story of fiction and all of adult age, it’s a bit long but I hope you like it I picked Americans as most on here are from there.

It was only 8 PM when Sarah returned home. The stairs leading to the basement were right off the entryway. One flight led to the upstairs of the house, the other, down to the basement. She heard the soft moans coming the basement as soon as she walked past the stairs. Sarah knew exactly what the source of those moans was. She felt her pussy and thighs getting wet.

She knew she should go upstairs to her bedroom, but she was so horny and frustrated, she was drawn down the stairs to the basement like a moth to a flame. She had the good sense to remove her shoes and move slowly so as to make no sound. Toward the bottom of the steps, she saw light coming from the partially open door to the guest bedroom. They had been so anxious to get into the bed; no one had closed the door. Moving in the darkened basement next to the wall, she reached a position that allowed her to see into the bedroom.

Her daughter was lying on the bed naked, her legs high in the air and spread wide. Her knees were bent and pulled back so that they almost touched her large breasts. A pillow had been placed beneath Linda’s hips to elevate her pussy. A boy lay between her thighs, his body locked solidly into her daughter’s sex saddle. His hands held her hips, steadying her body and keeping her pussy in position. He was well built, muscles rippling and gleaming with sweat, as he fucked her daughter with hard thrusts, each one bringing a moan from her lips.

It was the most erotic, the most thrilling thing Sarah had ever seen. Her cunt contracted. Every time the boy fucked into Linda, it contracted again. In less than a minute, she had her dress up around her hips, her panties down, and her fingers working frantically on her throbbing clitoris and sinking in and out of her dripping vagina.

As Sarah took in more of the sensuous scene, she saw that Linda wasn’t naked. She still wore her heels, which were jerking back and forth in the air. Oh god ... it looked so hot ... and so wonderfully slutty. Her big tits were being jarred back and forth in response to the hard thrusts her lover was driving into her pussy. She could count his strokes by counting the number of times her tits danced on her chest. Sarah squeezed her thighs together as her first orgasm exploded. Her fluids gushed out over her hand.

Laura’s lover hooked her legs over his arms, pushed her knees back against her tits, and began driving his rigid cock straight down into her cunt. The impaled teenager’s vagina squirted her cum all over the plunging cock as her orgasm erupted. “Ooohhhhhhhh ... FUCK ME ... JACK ... FUCK ME HARDER ... I’M CUMMMINGGGGGGGG...”

Sarah plunged her fingers in and out of her own cunt. Jack slammed against her daughter again and again ... She could hear the squishing sounds when he pulled out of her tunnel followed by the thud of his body against hers ... Laura groaned and shrieked each time he plunged into her. “OOOHHH BABY ... I’M GONNA CUM ... GONNA CUM IN YOU...!!”

“OH YEAH ... SHOOT IT INNNNNNNN ... CUM IN ME, STUD ... PUMP ME FULL...”

Sarah came again watching Jack’s buttocks clench over and over ... Firing thick streams of semen into Laura’s pussy. Jack’s body blocked her view so she couldn’t see his cock pounding into Linda’s cunt, but she knew he was shooting in a huge load. She wished it were going into her pussy.

Jack rested on top of Linda for 10 minutes or so before she pushed him off and began sucking his cock. Sarah knew she should leave, but she just couldn’t. She stayed for over an hour. When Linda had him hard again, she got on her hands and knees, held her pussy open and invited him to fuck her doggie. He didn’t have to be asked twice. Two more orgasms rocked Sarah before Jack finally came a second time inside her daughter’s cunt.

Before she left, she had watched Linda riding him, driving her to two or three orgasms. When he told her that he was about to cum, she dismounted, bent over him and sucked his rigid dick deep into her mouth. She continued sucking him until his cum load was in her belly.

Sarah quietly went up to her room. She was in frenzy. For the next hour, her vibrator buzzed on her clit and inside her vagina. She reached several orgasms, but it didn’t really satisfy her. She needed a man’s cock in her hungry pussy. She just had to have one.

The next day Phil returned from his most recent trip. He had been gone for a week and hadn’t been in the house more than an hour before he told Sarah that he had to make a tour of the western half of the sales area and would be leaving for 10 days on Sunday morning. It was more of the same, but she had gotten to the point that she no longer really cared if he was around or not.

As expected, Phil showed no interest in fucking her even though he had been gone for a week. He said he was exhausted from the trip. Apparently, he wasn’t rested the next night either. Finally, on Thursday night, he decided to provide her with one of his 5-minute specials. Actually, he outdid himself, stripping her, executing foreplay, fucking her pussy missionary style, and shooting his cum into her in less than four minutes. Sarah wondered if it were a record. Even as starved as she was for sex, she wasn’t even close to an orgasm when her husband rolled off her body and fell into a deep sleep. That was it for sex during this stay at home. At that point, she decided to see a lawyer about a divorce.

After school Monday, Sarah went to her bedroom, stripped naked and surveyed herself in her full-length mirror. She cupped her 36D breasts, rubbing her nipples in the process. They got hard and erect almost immediately. <I think men would really like these tits.>, she thought. <I bet most men would get incredibly hard and hard if they saw them.> her eyes drifted downward to the neatly trimmed triangle of light-brown pubic hair that seemed to point the way into her vagina. Using two fingers, she spread her labia open to reveal the moist, pink interior. <I think a lot of men would love to sink their cocks into this wet, hot pussy.> She turned her ass toward the mirror, bent over at the waist, and moved her feet apart. Using a hand mirror, she studied the swell of her ass. She smiled. <I’ve got a really sexy ass ... a big round bubble ass.> She let her eyes focus on the thick wet lips of her cunt and the inviting slit peeking out from between her thighs. <I wonder how many men would pay or travel to get into Me.> She was determined to find out. An hour later, Sarah was sitting at her computer having used Google to find the addresses of several adult chat sites. She had heard about such sites but had never actually visited one before. She checked out several. They all seemed to offer a free, three-day trial without paying the membership fee. Some were totally free but withheld certain privileges for members. She picked one at random and logged in. There were a variety of different rooms in which to chat. She picked the one called “Horny Housewives” as that seemed to describe her perfectly. The site asked for a login name. She used her own, Sarah.

As soon as her name appeared as being logged into the room, a lot of men and some women began sending her messages. Some spent time asking her how she was, how her day had gone, etc. Others moved immediately to sexual topics. She was shocked at the questions, but also incredibly excited.

(How big are your tits, Sarah? What are your other measurements?) When she answered truthfully, the man responded, (Damn! Would love to suck your big tits, Sarah. Does your pussy throb when a guy sucks the nipples really hard?) She typed “yes”.

(What are you wearing right now, Sarah?) She told the man a skirt, blouse, bra, panties, and slippers. (You should wear heels, Honey. Pull your skirt up to your hips. Are you alone? Can you do that?) She felt her pussy getting wet; her breathing rate increased. She pulled her skirt up as he had asked and told him that. (Spread your legs really wide, Sarah. Feel your pussy. Are your panties wet, Honey?) She told him that he was getting them very wet. (I want your panties off now, Bitch. Take them off!) Her anger flared at being called a bitch, but almost in a trace, she realized that she was removing her panties. When they were off, she typed a message that said they were off and her pussy was now naked. After five minutes, the man had her naked. He wanted her to finger fuck herself. She couldn’t believe she started doing exactly that.

Another question appeared on her screen. This one came from a man who called himself “BIG HARD COCK”. (Are you horny, Sarah?) Yes. (Is your cunt wet?) Very. (What are you wearing, now?) I’m naked. (When were you last fucked?) Last Thursday night. (Was it good? Was it hubby’s dick in you?) It was terrible and yes it was my husband’s penis. (What was the problem? Little dick? Jackrabbit fuck?) Both. (You need a real man to fuck you, Baby.) I know.

Another such exchange with “Young Stud-10” Cock” produced, (I want to fuck your cunt, Sarah.) I would love it. (Where do you live, Sarah?) Texas, Ft. Worth area. (I travel to that area a lot. Would you meet me so I can fuck you with my big 10” cock?) This is really too fast for me. It’s my first time to chat at a site like this. (No Problem. Here’s my email address. Let’s keep in touch. When you feel comfortable, we can meet for hot sex, OK?) Yes. I would love it! (Can I see a picture of you? Email me one?) I’m sorry. I don’t have any of me. (Get one made. I want to see the luscious body I’m going to be fucking. Better yet, get a cam.) After 30 minutes, Sarah was so excited, she had to stop and masturbate. She came as soon as the vibrator touched her engorged clitoris. Here were dozens and dozens of men who wanted to fuck her.

When she turned back to the screen, a black guy, BLACK BULL DOM, was posting her. (Hi, Baby. Ever had black cock in your white married pussy hole?) No. (You don’t what you’re missing. Wouldn’t you like to have a real man up your hot cunt rather than your sissy wimp little dick hubby?) Oohh YES! (Do you ass fuck, Sarah?} I never have. (You will when I fuck you.) Ooohhh god. (You on the pill?) No. My husband fucks me less than once a month. (Good. Stay off the pill, Baby. I want your cunt unprotected.) Many of the posts were more polite, more subtle, but the men all wanted something sexual. Some wanted to see photos of her body and face; others wanted to see her naked on cam. Quite a few wanted to set up a meeting at which they would have sex. After two hours, Sarah had brought herself to four orgasms. But she wanted more. The photographic studio was large and spacious. Copies of Bart Larsen’s work adored all the walls. The photographs were beautifully posed and the images were incredibly sharp. A young man, around 34 approached. The fact that he was very handsome in addition to being an excellent photographer was not lost on Sarah.

“What can I do for you today, Mrs. Morrison? Are you interested in some photographic equipment or portraits?”

“Well, it’s sort of personal ... Actually somewhat embarrassing, Mr.

Larsen.”

“Please, call me Bart. It’s a lot less formal.”

“All right, Bart. If you promise not to call me Mrs. Morrison. My name’s Sarah. As I was saying, I eh ... I want to have some personal photographs made.”

“I see. That’s not a problem. You can see examples of my work on all the walls. I assure you that you will be very pleased with the results. I can do outdoor shots in settings of your choice, or I have numerous sets here in the studio that will set off your beauty fabulously well. I have a lot of experience with fresh, natural photography as well as glamour shots with beautifully done make up. What do you have in mind?”

“Well, as I say, eh ... Eh ... This is just so embarrassing.”

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, Sarah. I can already guess what you have in mind. Something erotic, or maybe more, something naughty? Am I right?”

“Oh thank you. I didn’t know how I was ever going to able to tell you. I want a complete set of photographs with hard colour copies and the digital images on a CD for an anniversary present for my husband. He doesn’t know. I want it to be a surprise. I would like for the photos to start very proper and gradually progress to ... To ... Well, you know...”Bart smiled. “I know exactly what you have in mind. I suggest you leave everything in my hands. I know what you want. The dressing room is in the back you’ll find a lot of different outfits there. Let’s start with something very prim and proper, like a long dress. You pick it out while I get everything set up here.”

“But, what if someone comes in while I’m ... uh ... you know...”

“My assistant will be covering the front of store. The photo shoots are done in my private studio. The doors will be locked. We will have complete privacy, and this is like a doctor-patient or a lawyer-client relationship. I tell no one. Everything is strictly confidential.”

Thirty minutes later Sarah was sitting in a chair wearing a long skirt with a hemline to mid calf. The bodice buttoned around her neck. It was a beautiful dress, but a very conservative one. Bart moved around her with an expensive digital camera snapping shot after shot giving directions continuously.

“Beautiful. You look almost virginal.” (Little did he know that she was almost virginal?) “Now cross your legs. That’s it. Now cross them in the opposite direction. Slowly. So I can catch an up skirt shot. Yes ... Like that! Pull your dress higher Sarah. Let’s see your calves and knees. Snap ... Snap ... Snap ... Snap...”

I felt myself blushing. I wondered if the red would show in the photos. When I had crossed my legs as he directed, I kept them open more than long enough for Bart to aim the camera at the gap between my legs and take a shot. I knew the shot would show my panties. Now he had my skirt up to knees. I could hear my heart beating. “Move to the couch, Sarah. Look back at me over your shoulder. Seductively, like you’re inviting me to join you on the couch. Snap ... Snap ... Lie down ... Arms over your head ... Thrust your breasts higher, Sarah. Show the camera how big they are. Snap ... snap ... Snap.

My shoulders were back, my tits (tits now ... Not breasts) were shoved as high as I could get them. I felt my nipples beginning to tingle, my pussy becoming increasingly wet. I actually hoped that Bart would come over to the couch and feel me.

“Great. Now steeple your right knee. Let the dress fall naturally up your thigh. Wow. You have dynamite legs. Snap ... Snap ... Pull the dress up to your hips so we can see the tops of your hose and the garter straps. Damn ... You look like pure sex. Snap ... snap.”