Privates in Public

I was brought up with the idea that nudity and sex were always to be kept strictly private. Nobody in my house was walking around naked, talking openly about the horizontal bop, or joining me in a friendly family masturbation session. This prudish attitude has unfortunately stuck with me. I do love being naked in front of my husband, especially when it causes him to lose control of his lust and inspires him to grab me. But, when it’s not sexy time, I still find myself self-consciously closing the bathroom door or shyly wrapping a towel around myself even though I don’t need to.

This is one of the reasons I admire people who can be nude in public, indulge in group orgies, or have sex in front of strangers. I suppose it’s due to my repressive upbringing in this regard, but I’m very intrigued by the whole prospect public sex, while at the same time knowing that I would never dare do anything like that myself. During our last tropical vacation, I had the recurring fantasy of my husband eating my pussy right there on the beach in front of all the other sunbathers. Many of them (both men and women) became aroused and began masturbating as they watched, while some took our cue and began fucking and sucking as well. Several of my trips into the ocean during that vacation were for more than just cooling off!

It is in the spirit of my admiration for public sex that I’d like to direct your attention to a new story brought to us by Ford that’s titled Out to the Movies. This nasty bit of fun is about a husband who is eager to convert his lovely wife into a happy little cum slut by taking her to a porno theater and sharing her with the strangers in the crowd. Reading Ford’s story made me wonder if I’d be able to break out of my prim shell if I had a husband who would “force” me to do the things I’d otherwise only ever fantasize about. After all, I did vow to honor and obey…

Foot Cream

My mom asked for a foot rub, then one thing led to another…
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My son thought he was being subtle, but I noticed him checking out my feet. I was embarrassed by it at first, but then gave in and admitted to myself that I was flattered. His father had a thing for feet, and it had been many years since I’d been the subject of such attention. I began teasing my son by walking around the house in sheer panty hose showing off my stockinged feet, or painting my toe nails in front of him while we watched TV. I finally asked if he’d rub my feet for me after a long day at work and he jumped at the chance. It felt amazing. The bulge in his pants was soon obvious. He blushed bright red when I pressed my heel against his hardness, but he didn’t hesitate when I told him to take his cock out and squirt some cream on my pretty little feet. I know it’s wrong for a mom to behave this way with her son, but it felt good to be worshiped once again.

Portrait of a Pussy

I was asked, since I can’t share pics of myself, if I could describe my pussy. It’s something that I’ve never had to do before, but I decided to pull down my panties and give it a shot.

My pubic hair is light brown. It gets fairly long and curly if I don’t trim it (which I do). It doesn’t grow very thick, but I could cultivate a respectable bush if I wanted to. I shave my outer lips between my legs, but I leave a neat triangle covering my mound. I have shaved my pussy bald a few times. The first time was in college, just to see what it was like. I’ve also done it a few times on special occasions to surprise my hubby. He likes me with a decorative bit of womanly hair, but it adds a little fun to change it up once in a while.

My inner pussy lips are rather small and thin. They’re smooth and pink, with the edges being just a shade darker. On those rare occasions when I’m not excited, my pussy just looks like a clean slit – nothing shows. When I’m excited, there’s a slight amount of blossoming, and you can see my inner bits peeking out. I’m often jealous of women with more a pronounced labia lips (it looks like they would be fun to play with when wet).

If I spread myself open, my clit is obvious to the naked eye even though it isn’t especially large. When I pull back the hood, you can easily see the tip of my pink little bud showing proudly. I obviously love touching my clit and having it played with. When I masturbate, I usually don’t rub it directly, but work my finger or dildo along the side.

My hole, like my clitty, is also fairly modest. Despite having had two children pass that way, I don’t have one of those gaping caverns down there (although, I imagine that style of pussy could have a certain visual appeal for many folks). My husband tells me I’m as tight as I was when we started dating (if you can believe him). I will say that I do make the effort to do my kegels every day, and workout my pussy as often as I can using my fingers, a dildo, or a handy household item to keep her strong and healthy.
I can get very wet, depending on the situation, but I’ve never squirted. I love tasting my own pussy juices, either from my fingers or on my husband’s cock. I would like to be able to squirt, but only when I wanted to. I don’t know if I could keep up with the laundry if I was gushing a big load of girl honey every time I came. One of my favorite sensations is when I’m lying on my back and I get wet enough for a trickle to run down over my asshole. I’m getting tingles just thinking about it now!

I guess that completes the tour of my cunt. Even though it doesn’t stand out as anything particularly unique or special, I dearly love my pussy. I hope that gives you a better picture of what I’m rockin’ down there!

Experimenting

As you may have noticed, I found a new blog theme that I wanted to try out. It’s a lot more girlie than the one I’ve been using, but I think it’s sexy-cute. Please let me know if it works for you or if you absolutely hate it.

In other news, hubby and I did get around to resolving our little tiff earlier this week, so happiness and harmony have returned to the DirtyMindedMom household. I enjoyed a lovely Friday night fuckfest that featured plenty of tongue and a satisfying helping of cock from various angles. I find it amazing that after 10 years I still get as big a thrill out of fucking him as when we were dating. I must be in love with the big lunk.

Even though life is still kicking my butt whenever it gets a chance, I got to sleep in this morning, the sun is shining after a week of clouds, and I’m about to go make a yummy pumpkin pie (I’m not able to hold out until Thanksgiving). I hope you have as happy and horny a day as I’m planning to!

Friendly Fantasy, part 2

So far, I’ve used this fantasy while masturbating just a handful of times (so to speak). I’ve never gotten farther than what happens below before I end up cumming like the desperate, closeted pervert that I am. Maybe, after a few more sessions with this scenario, I’ll be able to take things to the next level in my dirty little mind. Until then, I hope this gets you off as good as it does me…

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“That cat suit fits your body perfectly,” my friend Sue purred as she leered at me standing there in my see-through, crotchless, fishnet body suit. “And those come-fuck-me heels really do the trick.” She was giving herself over to the lust that my lingerie fashion show had induced in her. She thought she was just coming by for tea, and instead was treated to her normally shy best friend showing off everything she had right there in the living room. “I bet you’d look super hot squatting in that thing.”

I was too stunned to move. Sure, I’d let myself fantasize about something like this happening as a result of my exhibitionist ploy, but I wasn’t ready to handle it for real.

“I’m sorry, Rachael,” Sue said when she saw I was frozen in place. “I know this is weird, but after seeing you showing off your body to me I thought that maybe…”

“Maybe?”

“That maybe you meant to turn me on like this.” Her eyelids fluttered and I had a distinct impression that she’d just inserted a finger inside herself. “I just want to look at you, that’s all.”

I tried to consider her words through a haze of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Only one thing was making itself heard above the rest.

Slowly, I squatted down.

With my knees splayed out in opposite directions, my crotch was on full display to my dear friend through the hole in my body stocking. My outer labia parted naturally in this position, as she knew it would, and my aroused inner lips, as modest as they were, dangled conspicuously.

“Oh, fuck, that looks crazy hot,” Sue gasped. Her longing expression left no doubt that she was being totally sincere.

“I never knew you were such a lesbian,” I teased.

“Am not,” she protested. “I was already horny as hell, then I come over here and you put on a damned live sex show. What the fuck did you expect?”

“Not this,” I answered honestly. “But if it would be more comfortable, I wouldn’t complain if you took your pants off while you admired my outfit.”

“Don’t mind if I do…” Sue didn’t waste any time shucking off her pants, then yanking down her panties without a second thought and tossing them aside.

I felt a tingle run up my back as I watched her. This was something I could envision happening on some wild night after we’d both had a little too much to drink, not in the middle of the day, stone-cold sober, with my girls due home from school in about an hour.

Sue, ever the uninhibited one, didn’t bother playing shy. As soon as she was naked from the waist down, she opened her legs wide, giving me an unobstructed view of her womanly charms. Her pussy was clean of hair. Although, from the shadow of dark stubble, it appeared she hadn’t shaved in several days. Somehow that only made it sexier for me.

Our eyes met and neither one of us had to say anything. We both knew this was something we wanted. Something we never dared admit to, but now that it was happening it seemed ridiculous that we hadn’t done it before now. Sue licked the tips of three fingers of her right hand and reached down to her pussy. I watched as she rubbed her clit with deliberate intent. I’d never seen another woman masturbate before. It felt like an exquisite privilege.

“Touch yourself,” she whispered with just enough emphasis for me to hear.

I wanted to do it, but there was still something holding me back. I wasn’t a lesbian, but we weren’t actually touching each other. Sue was my friend, and I didn’t want anything to change between us. I was turned on, and she was beyond aroused. What if anyone found out? Would my husband be angry if he knew I’d let my friend masturbate to my naked body? Would he say I was cheating if I pleasured myself in front of another woman? And, most frightening of all, would this lead to something more physical between Sue and me in the future? What boundaries would be off-limits if I gave in to my perverse desires?

“Finger your pussy for me, Rachael,” she begged seductively. “Show me how you like to touch yourself.”

She was showing me hers, so it only seemed fair that I show mine. I leaned back, propping myself on one arm. This caused my hips to angle upwards and gave Sue a wide open view of my exposed crotch through the hole in my bodysuit. She reacted with a needful groan and rubbed her pussy harder. My hand found its jittery way down between my legs. My finger touched my clit and sent a shockwave through my body. I tried to relax and began toying with myself like I would if I’d been alone.

The smell of sex was thick in the air. The moist scent of my friend’s pussy reached me and I was surprised how distinct it was from my own intimate fragrance. I breathed her in and could almost imagine what she might taste like. The wet sounds caused by her increasingly fervent manipulations set an erotic tempo that heightened my excitement. Sue wasn’t one to stay quiet. Every few moments she let out an ahh, an ohh, or an mmm yes. Just listening to her would have been enough to make me want to cum.

But the sight of her was even better. Sue was a dark-haired beauty. Her dark eyes were the definition of sexy. No, she didn’t have double-D boobs, or an ass like Beyoncé, but she had the kind of body that men notice when they see it. It was a body I’d noticed on several occasions, but never let myself truly appreciate for fear it would tempt me to places I wasn’t willing to admit I wanted to go. To see her long, supple legs spread wide as she lounged on my sofa was too much. To see her pleasuring herself in front of me as if I were a familiar lover was almost enough to make me cry.

“Your tits,” I heard myself saying. “Let me see your tits.”

“No,” she whimpered. “They’re ugly. All saggy and floppy.”

“And sexy as hell,” I insisted. “Ever since you showed them to me I can’t stop thinking about them. You’ve got beautiful tits, Sue, believe me.” I lifted my ass a little higher and slipped a finger inside my pussy to demonstrate just how horny I was for her. It must have convinced her.

Sue abandoned her pussy long enough to lift her shirt over her head. She then pulled the cups of her bra down, freeing her breasts. They did sag some, and they did flop side to side as she resumed playing with herself, but that’s what made them so beautiful. Sure, all of us want the high, firm tits that we had when we were teenagers, but there was a pair of tits that knew something about the world. There was a pair of tits that had lived, and loved, and had a story to tell. Those were the kind of tits I could imagine myself sucking, and licking and loving. I’d never wanted a woman before the way I wanted her.

“I’m going to cum, Rachael. So help me, I’m going to fucking cum any second now!”

“Me, too. I can’t believe how horny I am. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“I’ve done this with you a thousand times in my mind. You look so sexy right now, you horny fucking slut!”

I pounded my fingers into my cunt, unable to control myself. Sue did the same, shoving two fingers into her snatch and beating her pussy madly. Any hint of modesty and restraint was out the window as we worked our cunts across from each other with insane passion. Sue screamed first, lifted her ass up off my sofa and brandished her cunt at me like a crazed savage. Seeing her possessed by the throes of orgasm brought me to the same place. With my finger plunging in and out of my cunt in a blur, banging fiercely against my G-spot, I let out a wail and embraced the concussive release of an intense climax unlike any I’d known before.

I was screaming like a virgin cheerleader. Sue was grunting like rutting animal. We both withdrew into our private worlds of ecstasy and rode out our self-induced orgasms in our own way, with spontaneous expressions of bliss that were uncensored for the sake of the other. We both knew complete and unrestricted freedom in that moment. Reality ceased for a time.

Sue was laughing. It was the most enchanting sound I’d heard in a long time. I was flat on my back trying to catch my breath and had to laugh too. It was silly and wonderful all at the same time. Two grown women, masturbating together, feeling as giddy as little girls discovering their pussies for the very first time. I almost regretting we’d done it because there would never be another first time for us. But I also wouldn’t have given it up for the world.

“This is all your fault,” Sue accused me from her limp sprawl on my sofa.

“You started playing with yourself first,” I countered.

“Only because you were flaunting your tits and pussy all over the place.”

“I only thought of it because you whipped you boobs out the last time you were here.”

“You’re such a filthy slut.”

“At least I’m not a dirty whore, like you.”

“Touché.”

I tried to will myself up to a sitting position, but I remained glued heavily to the carpet.

“I don’t think I’m done,” Sue murmured.

“The school bus will be here any minute,” I warned.

I heard the liquid sounds of fingers at work on a pussy. I forced myself up and watched as Sue brought herself off again in short order. The tortured faces she made as she coaxed another orgasm from her engorged cunt were not only sublime, but would haunt my fantasies for years to come.

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Whew! Okay, I’m sorry that this took longer than I promised to get this posted, but I was having a very difficult time keeping my hand out of my panties as I wrote this. I easily got myself off at least 6 times in the course of my effort to get this done, not to mention twice as many times late at night while my family slept. I thought it was only going to be a quick 3-pager, but I couldn’t resist getting into the gooey details of this nasty scene I’ve been developing lately.

Sue has no idea that I secretly write erotica/porn, nor (hopefully) that I’ve been using her in my erotic fantasies. I don’t plan on making any sexual advances toward my friend, but I have seriously been thinking about finding a way to expose myself to her in some way that would seem natural and wouldn’t provoke any suspicions. I have long harbored exhibitionist urges, but I’ve never been bold enough to actually follow through. I’m a long way from wanting to actually have torrid lesbian sex with Sue, but I’m not above continuing to shamelessly molest her in my fantasies.

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