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She is thirty-seven years old and a mother of two daughters. The youngest daughter recently turned sixteen and the oldest is nearly eighteen. Both girls are dating and there is no secret that they both are sexually active. That’s because of the open communication they’ve had with their parents about sex and both girls started birth control pills soon after they began menstruating. Their mother, Sandy, is married to a fantastic man. He is rich, handsome, and muscular in all the right places. Andrew, her husband, is two years her senior. They married when she was just out of high school. She was a virgin when they married and was soon pregnant with Andrew’s baby. Andrew treats her like a princess. She has the best clothes and jewelry, drives a BMW convertible and he takes great care to satisfy her in bed. Sandy also shows Andrew her deep affection for him in the bedroom. Whatever he wants, she gives him. If he is horny in the car on a long drive, she gives him a blowjob that keeps him happy and alert. They have experienced all of the sexual positions of Kama Sutra. He buys her sex toys and she delights in wearing the chain nipple clamps and do masturbation shows for him with her vibrator. In time, she learned to tolerate anal but if it makes Andrew happy, she was glad to do it. They have even enjoyed light BDSM. Andrew loves binding her full, firm breasts that had increased in size after breast feeding their daughters. Sandy loves being his slave when he straps on a gag ball or covers her lovely face with a mask before he fucks her. She just loves being Andrew’s slut wife and he adores her loving sexual charms. In short, they are hopelessly in love, the perfect couple. Camelot always has a hidden blemish. As a stay at home mom, Sandy finds herself bahçesehir escort bored from time to time. This slowly wears away at her because she is introspective and subject to mild depression. She keeps remembering the Peggy Lee song her father would play when she was growing up, “Is That All There Is?” She asks herself, “Is a ‘perfect’ life all there is? What is an imperfect life like? Is it more to life being a risk taker than a mother and wife in a secure loving family?” These are the things she thinks about when she struggles with the same routines day in and day out. One more thing tugs at Sandy’s consciousness. Sandy found herself wanting sex more and more often after her thirty-fifth birthday and she was even afraid she had become a nymphomaniac. Her best friend, Thelma, said the same thing was happening to her and it was natural. They agreed it had something to do with changing hormones and they were perfectly normal. There are times when her friends talk about fights they’ve had with their husband or kids and some confessed they wished they were single. A few of her closest friends even admitted having fantasies and dreams of having an affair or being a whore screwing guys they picked up on the street. One of them actually admitted to having an affair with a man at work and said it was the most thrilling thing she had done in years. Finally, Sandy decided perfection is overrated. So, Sandy decided to be more attentive when the girls got together at lunch or at the golf club and listen more closely to what was going on, especially the gossip. One afternoon after a round of golf, the women sat at the bar with their favorite drinks spreading as much gossip as the group could conjure up, as long as it was quality beylikdüzü bayan escort gossip. The truth was secondary. It had to be dirty and salacious rumors. Sandy paid close attention. She hoped to unearth a hint of an idea to resolve the confusion and doubts that kept nagging her. Her friends Betty and Phyllis were nearby and Sandy was listening in on their conversation. “Phyllis, I’m telling you the site is so sexy. I mean I was reading this story about a guy named Gino and it got me so horny. Luckily, George was watching football because I had to go to the bathroom and get some relief. You understand, right, Phyllis?” “Absolutely. Was it on Lush Stories because I might have read the same story,” Betty replied. “Yes, I love the stories there. They’re so hot and if you like looking at hard bodies and cocks, there are plenty there to see.” Betty added, “I know. When I read “Gino,” my vibrator batteries ran out before I could finish.” They both laughed. Phyllis continued, “What I really loved about that ‘Gino’ story was that the women were local gals like us in an escort service. I’d never do that but it sure was fun imagining I was one of Gino’s ladies.” Again, they chuckled and Sandy made a mental note of “Lush Stories” for future reference. Maybe eavesdropping was already paying off. It took a few days before Sandy worked up the nerve to look for Lush Stories on the Internet. She decided to Google the name and it popped up with links like “Lesbian,” “Taboo,” and “Reluctance,” but the one she clicked on was “MILF.” “Wow,” she thought, as some pictures of beautiful naked people appeared. Sandy kept looking over her shoulder checking to see if anyone was behind her and could see what she was doing. escort beylikdüzü Already Sandy was feeling guilty. The site had an interesting explanation for ‘MILF’ that interested her but before Sandy could continue, she had to register. There were some questions to answer and a screen name to identify her. She chose ‘MILF Slut’ because it might attract more attention than the plain vanilla name ‘Sandy’. However, she wrote little in her biography other than she was thirty-seven, married and had two daughters. ‘MILF Slut,’ as she called herself, made it clear she was in a loving committed marriage and was not looking for a lover or to Skype or even to chat. Of course she did not leave a picture on her avatar. Once the profile was complete, Sandy searched for the “Gino” story. Much to her surprise, it was more pornographic than she had imagined and Sandy understood why her friends got so worked up over it. Actually, they were not alone in being stimulated by the story. She noticed her face was hot and flushed; her heart was pounding; and her heavy breathing were all the reasons for giving the story a five. Every so often, Sandy kept looking to see if she was alone. Yes, she was by herself when she reached down to feel the wetness between her legs. There was another hour and a half for her to browse the stories before her daughters would come home from school. So in the next hour she read erotic poetry and two more stories, liberally fingering herself as she read. Although time was getting short, Sandy was so aroused she simply had to do more about it. Making sure neither of her daughters were home yet, she slipped into the bathroom, pulled down her panties and sat with her legs wide open on the stool. It only took two or three minutes fucking herself with her dildo before having a warm and wondrous climax. Sandy always left a small tuft of hair above her pussy lips but on this day she decided to shave it clean before Andrew came home. There was no particular reason for this except that she had plans for her husband when he got home.
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