Beautiful Agony - Sex Stories

Beautiful Agony

Over the last several evenings Livvy had become edgy. Her restless soul and numerous nights, void of debauchery, drove her searing sexuality to a breaking point. While lying in her oversized bed she twisted, turned, as envisaged her husband ravaging her lithe figure. Exhausted, yet still agitated, all of her thoughts were of him. Livvy longed for Marc’s caresses; his traces awakened her body and roused her sensuality. Livvy’s lecherous mind became alive, her skin blazing to the touch. Her thighs shivered longing to be touched. Her sex became a fiery volcano, and her sweet juices became liquefied magma. With countless nights alone mounting, her desires became not just of her husband, but also of a lady she had often noticed while she prowled the dim lifestyle clubs for substitutions. Knowing she can’t be wither of her desired partners, her vision of being taken by her mystery woman as her husband watches brings her to the edge, allowing her body to erupt. Absolute pleasure radiates from her as Livvy’s physique quakes and her sex spasms while her sheets are flooded with a torrent of her nectar. With a subdued sigh, she stands up from her sweaty and cummy drenched bed. The silky smooth sheets sticking to her moist body only eventually dropping from her lissome figure rumpling along her bedroom floor. Her great breasts gleamed with beads of sweaty agitation as she stared into a mirror. Livvy glanced back at her bed. Tonight she seemed to be on her own again. No arms to hold ...

... her, no one to cradle her prone figure. There was no point to this self-induced agony. The night was still young. She made a dash for the shower and proceeding to prepare for an evening of endless possibilities. *** Livvy looked out into the night the drapes of her oversized window drawn open, allowing anyone with an inkling of curiosity to peer into her world. Livvy, like every woman, owned a little black dress. A dress intended to precisely accentuate her look. Her tiny black dress was semi-sheer, with a heart shape neckline that arched over the tops of her ample breasts, her hair draped across her bare shoulders. The dress hugged her five-foot-eight-inch form, provocatively emphasizing all of her curves and scantly covering her backside. The dress was peppered with rhinestones that dazzled when light struck them. With the figure-hugging nature of the dress undergarments, would an absolute negative allow the voyeur a sensual tease of what lay beneath the material of her dress? She gave one final look into the mirror before she headed out. Comfortable with how her heels accentuated the tone of her lengthy legs and the dress satisfied and highlighted her fit figure, she smiled in approval and stepped out into the night. *** The lifestyle club was dimly lit and overrun with people when Livvy arrived. The music was low but inviting. Many of the women were meagerly dressed and the men were dressed in a semi-provocative yet classy manner. The sexually charged air tore at Livvy’s ...