Margaret's Pleasure

Margaret looked up from the bed. She was still panting a bit, slightly out of breath from the last 30 minutes of sex with her husband Rick. Her chest was still rising and falling and it made her already large breasts look bigger. She and Rick have been married for 18 years and early until just a year ago the sex was ok, yes, just ok, but Rick is a good man, a good father, a good provider and sex had never really been a priority for her.

She enjoyed it but since it was pretty much the same each and every time, she just stayed in the rut and did not let it bother her. Sex always began with a tiny bit of foreplay. Then Rick would enter her, always with him on top. He would start slow and then push in and out, faster and harder. He would then stop fucking her and slide down and put his head between her legs and satisfy her orally. Even before she stopped cumming he would stop and reenter her and fuck her until he came. After he would catch his breath then get up and either fall asleep or leave the bed to do something else.

It worked for Margaret but there were times when Rick would stop licking her a bit too quickly, and although she would have an orgasm it was not as intense and when he went back to fucking her , she would get re-aroused and want to be satisfied again. The longer he fucked her, the hotter she became. Then he would cum and be done. A few months ago while this was going on she instinctively reached down and began to touch herself. Rick recoiled in horror as though he had caught someone else making love to his wife. “Why would you do this”, he yelled. Then he jumped off the bed, dressed and left. When she asked him about it he didn’t want to talk about it so she dropped the subject and eventually it was forgotten. Now though sex was just him climbing on top of her, fucking her and quitting, no more oral. It had been months since she had experienced an orgasm. Any thought of masturbating though brought back the memory of that day with Rick and she would stop.

Now, this Saturday morning laying nude in bed, her pussy ached for attention since he had slowly and lovingly fucked her after they woke up. He was tender and loving, but never paid any attention her orgasm. She looked up at him and asked “Do you think you could?” she asked as he touched his lips and lightly moved his head downward toward her pussy. He frowned and said, “oh honey, not now, you should have asked earlier, before I came in you.” He kissed her on the forehead and said, “gotta get going”, and off he went. As she heard the car leave she looked down at her body. For 50 years old she was still a pretty good looking woman, tall, blonde and large round breasts. An affair is out of the question, but she ached for the pleasure she used to feel. Her nipples were erect and hard as a rock. She ran her hand over her breasts and let them linger on the nipples.

With each hand she ran circles around her nipples with her finger and then began to lightly pinch then. She moaned out loud and the more she played with her nipples the more she ached between her legs. As she rubbed her breasts she raised her ass off the bed as if to a waiting cock that would give her release. She looked over to the side of the bed and looked at herself in the mirror. She watched as she played with her breasts and thrust herself upward. This was all she could take and she let one hand slid between her legs. She was wet, very wet. She slid a finger into her pussy and drove it in as far as she could. She shuddered and whimpered out loud. Without even stopping to think about it, she began to finger fuck herself. She immediately began to feel the pleasure between her legs. She was enjoying it immensely , and got into a rhythm of her finger going in and her pussy moving up to meet it. The longer she went the more she moaned.

Then she took her other hand and slid it down to find her clit. Her breathing was now heavier and louder than it was even during the earlier sex with Rick. Her finger found her clit and she jumped as though her finger was charged with electricity. She quickly found the right spot and in no time she was feeling the pleasure she had been missing. She gave in to the pleasure and cried out “oh god yes, oh, oh, oh”. She threw caution to the wind, closed her eyes and let loose as she began to cum. She made sounds that could best be described as a mix of grunting and crying as her orgasm hit her. Her body shook as she seemed to cum again and again. Finally the pleasure began to subside. She felt a tinge of disappointment as her first orgasm in a long time ended. She withdrew her finger from her pussy and ran it up her body, over each breast, circling each nipple, then she brought it to her face, taking in the musky aroma. Without giving it a thought she slid the finger into her mouth and licked her juices. She laid back and laughed out loud as she thought of what she had just done. After a few minutes of rest she sat up and thought, “I don’t believe I just did that, but oh it felt good”. She then headed to the shower.

As she was washing in the shower and cleaning between her legs she felt that twinge again as she ran her soapy hand over her pussy. She put one leg on the edge of the shower and leaned back against the wall, closed her eyes and started to rub her clit again. This time it took a little longer but it felt just as good. She was moving faster and faster as she rubber her clit. “Yes, yes, oh yes” she moaned. She looked down and could see her wet soapy breasts bouncing up and down as she rubbed herself. Seeing her glistening breasts bouncing like that was all she needed and her orgasm started. “Fuck, oh fuck” she yelled out and then it hit her. After her second orgasm of the day (Hell in the last 30 minutes) she finished washing herself and turned off the water. As she was drying off she thought, “I don’t think I have ever used the word Fuck out loud, ever.” She laughed to herself and as she got dressed she smiled thinking, “I found a new hobby”.

To be continued…..