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My body felt alive again. Leaving that bookstore, I was both sexually drained and in a state of high arousal. I took a ride share to pick up Marissa and the same guy was nice enough to take me home as well. When I first stepped into his car I saw his nostrils flare. I smelled of my lust. I would keep seeing his eyes dart up into his rear view mirror to look at me. My body ached with need. I wanted to roll up my dress and give him a show as well but I kept some level of decorum. I emailed Ethan so he would have my information from my phone, telling him I enjoyed our moment in case he wasn’t aware.
The sunlight through the window of the car warmed my skin, adding to the heat I felt inside, while the car’s air conditioning brought up goosebumps all over my flesh. Exiting the car to go to the door and pick up my daughter, I could feel myself getting wet, could feel the moisture start to coat my inner thighs as there was nothing to absorb it now.
The driver was nice enough to help me get the car seat in place. As I worked from one side, he worked from the other. It took longer on his end. Maybe it was because he didn’t have kids of his own, or maybe it was because he kept looking down my blouse. I made sure to give my breasts a good shake each time I pulled to tighten a strap or push them forward and out as I struggled with a buckle. I thanked him for his help and gave him a smile. He walked awkwardly to his driver side door. Marissa was the only noise the rest of the way home.
Once safely behind my closed door I sat my baby down in her playpen and quickly shed my flimsy and now slightly soiled dress. I wanted nothing more than to get into my comfortable bed and jill myself till I passed out, but baby had other plans. Apparently she was hungry. I went to the bathroom and got out a towel and placed it on the couch, no sense in putting my juice in every piece of furniture, and then sat down with Marissa. She latched on quickly and hungrily. Her little teeth really dug in. Just that fast I had gone from wanton slut to caring mother. As soon as she had her fill she was asleep. I went and put her in her crib and went back to my room.
The slut was back in full force. I couldn’t get into bed fast enough. As soon as I was in the bed, my right hand went down to my pussy and started playing with my clit. I writhed on my back as it felt like fire coursed through my veins. My left hand came up and caressed my cheek, then lightly dragged my nails down my neck and chest till my fingers came to my painfully erect nipple. I pinched it hard as I drove three fingers into my pussy with the other hand. Between spraying at the bookstore and feeding here at home my breasts were completely empty, but my nipples were aching to be used.
I quickly took the three fingers out of my pussy and shoved them into my mouth, imagining they were my Erik’s cock coated with my pussy juice. Once they were completely clean, I pulled them out and reached behind my head to grab a pillow. I pulled it to me and rolled over, bunching up the pillow as I straddled it. Once I had it in place, I ground down, loving Bostancı Escort the way the pillowcase felt as it rolled around my engorged clit and moved around my pussy lips as both hands were now free to pull, pinch and slap my nipples.
My lustful moans filled my bedroom for the first time since my husband died, and for the first time there wasn’t a sense of regret or remorse. There was just me, feeling amazing and sexual and desirable and wanting to fuck my brains out. As I rode the pillow, the pillowcase became soaked with my juices. In my gyrations the fabric ended up wrapped around my clit and pulled tight, feeling for all the world like someone sucking me off. I cried out as I came hard, a torrent of girlcum jetted from my core sending my whole body into convulsions as I screamed my release.
I recovered quickly and was already feeling another orgasm building. Not wanting to wake my daughter, I pulled the sopping wet pillow from between my legs and buried my face in it as one hand dove into my pussy while the other reached back to play with my ass. The smell of my sex filled my nostrils as I pulled on my clit and spanked myself, enjoying the way the skin felt warm in the cool room. I stopped just toying with my clit to start filling my pussy with fingers, letting the swollen nub rub against the palm of my hand. I drug my nails across my ass cheeks, digging in deep as I cried out into pillow. Each time I opened my mouth I could taste myself on the pillow and in my mind a new scenario formed. I wasn’t just with Erik anymore. I was now face down in another woman’s pussy as Erik was fucking mine. His long hard cock thrusting me to the hilt, driving me into the spread legs of another woman. I drove my tongue into her as she rode my face in return as he spanked me. I came again and again until I was a semiconscious mess, and finally fell asleep.
The sound of my baby crying woke me up the next morning. I had to peel the pillow from my face in order to check the time, though the pain in my breasts could have told me that I had slept passed Marissa’s feeding. I decided to kill two birds with one stone and started a shower while I went and got my daughter.
I was a bit sore between my legs from everything and I felt kind of sticky and gross, but also felt relieved. It was like this huge burden had been taken off my shoulders. I cleaned my daughter up, then held her to me close as I stepped into the tub. She was fussy till I got her to take the nipple. It hurt from my rough play last night but it also felt good to have the milk let down and lighten the pressure in my chest. I let the jets of hot massage the knots from my shoulders and back. I began humming to my little girl, just random bits from various songs, as I rocked her while she fed. I don’t know what else will happen between my daughter and I over the years, I hope we are better than myself and my own mother, but this moment right now felt like the best mother daughter moment on earth.
After her breakfast and our shower, I got us both dressed for the day. I put her in her playpen Bostancı Escort Bayan with her blocks and stuffed animals. She immediately went crawling around, smashing her toys and throwing blocks around. I stood there for awhile laughing and just in awe of my little engine of destruction, then finally decided to tackle my room.
Nothing in it had changed since my husband passed. Of course it hadn’t smelled strongly of my sex either. Now you were hit by an aromatic expression of my passion from the hallway. I stripped the bed, a couple tears coming to my eyes as I remembered times with Mario. Not just the sex, though those were some great memories, but the quieter moments. Like the way he held me when we found out I was pregnant, he didn’t let me go the whole night. I fell asleep in his arms and woke the same way. Or how he brought me breakfast in bed for our first anniversary. It was two burnt pop tarts and a glass of milk because he was completely hopeless in the kitchen, though he did help me clean up the eggs and pancakes he had tried to make. The joy was still there in those memories, but most of the pain was gone. I still missed him, my heart still ached that he wasn’t the one who helped me make this mess, but it wasn’t like before. The good outweighed the bad now.
I could have really used his help too. Stripping and remaking a king sized bed sucks by yourself. And my bratty little daughter just giggled and cooed at me every time I asked her for help. I couldn’t wait to give her chores. I had just finished when my phone said I had a message. It was my Erik. He said there would be a package arriving soon and I was to become accustomed to it quickly and have it ready in four days. I was to have it and myself ready and in my recliner at the window by five that evening. He also wanted a picture of me that he could keep with him till then.
I shed my clothes quickly and stood in front of my mirror. I pulled my midnight hair over my right shoulder and fluffed it out and put on my favorite red lipstick. I tried several different poses till I found one that had everything. My crimson lips pursed in a kiss, my large round breasts proudly displayed, and my left hand down between my legs, spreading my pussy for him. I made sure that nothing from my nose up could be seen, if this made it online I didn’t want anyone knowing for certain it was me. I snapped several pics and sent him the best one. I felt so naughty having sent the nude pic I ended up in my bath tub with my vibrator. The cool ceramic against my hot skin sent a chill through me as I held the egg shaped vibrator against me. I wasn’t going to last long on this one, waves of pleasure spread from my pussy through my whole body. My phone dinged with a new message. I opened it to see that he had sent me a picture as well. He was in a bathroom stall, sitting on the toilet with his cock in hand. His message told me that he loved the picture, it had made him instantly hard. The phone chimed again, this time he sent me a video. I pressed play and saw him jacking off his big dick, his right hand Escort Bostancı a blur along the shaft.
“This is what you have done to me. You bad girl. You make me so hard. I can’t control myself,” he pauses and I hear his breath catch as his hand is just a blur, “Your making me cum.” he strains to keep his voice low as he erupts. He’s moaning as shot after shot of thick white cream spurts from his tip. I’m right there with him and actually drop my phone and vibrator as my whole body trembles with my release. I reach down and fan my clit as my own body gushes with my juices and I let out a sharp cry of pleasure.
Thankfully the bath tub was much easier to clean up than my room. I spent the rest of the morning feeling energized. I called up Theresa, hoping maybe we could meet up somewhere, but only got her voice mail. So my baby and I both had lunch and then I took her out to the park. It’s about a half mile walk from my house so I just put Marissa in the stroller and took her out to enjoy a different sort of physical exertion. The whole time though my mind just kept turning over what I was going to get in the mail and what the plan was for days from now.
We spent a little over an hour under the cool shade trees. Marissa toddling around, exploring the green grass. Three times I had to keep her from putting a rock in her mouth. She never cried when I stopped her, I think she thought of it as a game. I wasn’t sure quite how long we had been there but it was long enough for Marissa to start yawning. I picked her up and got her back in the stroller and we went home.
I was feeling good, really good. The sunlight and cool breeze had recharged my batteries. After a year of mourning my husband, then finding my Erik only to lose him, I had been on an emotional rollercoaster. Now though my best friend was back in town, Erik was back in my life, my daughter was happy, the day was bright, and there was a cardboard box waiting on my front porch.
Marissa was more than ready for her nap so I put her down to sleep as quickly as possible. I rushed out to my porch and grabbed the box and quickly went back to my room and shut the door. I’m not sure why I did, not like there was anyone else around, but it felt like a moment for privacy.
There was no label on the box saying where it was from, just my name and address and a return address. Grabbing a pair of scissors, I cut the tape open. Underneath a mountain of packing peanuts was another box and a plastic bottle. I picked the bottle up and read the label which proudly proclaimed it to be a warming lubricant. I dropped it on the bed and quickly opened the second box. I was in shock as my eyes beheld a dick in the box. I actually freaked a bit and dropped it. I mean I knew it wasn’t real, but it looked so real that for a split second I worried about a victim. Laughing at myself I picked it up off the floor. It was rather lifelike and hard. And while it wasn’t an exact copy, it looked to be roughly the same length and girth as Erik. I was getting wet just thinking about it. Not sure why he thought I needed the lube, he’s seen me enough to know that when I get going I could fill a waterpark. That’s when I found the note.
“Hope you like the package. Use these every day as many times as you can. I expect you to have all three holes ready for your punishment. The more practice between now and then, the easier it will be. See you soon.”
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