The Thin End of the Wedge - Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

The Thin End of the Wedge - Pt. 01

This is a fictional tale of a mature housewife and the consequences when she agrees to 'do a little favour' for her husband. The 'thin end of the wedge' that changes her life forever. The themes are swinging, cuckolding, exhibitionism, prostitution, S&M, and associated activities. Any resemblance to persons alive or dead is purely coincidental. All characters in the story are at least 18 years old, some a lot older, and a lot of them behave quite irresponsibly. Remember, when you are misbehaving, do it responsibly. Now read on...

"Oh, oh, ha, ha, ha, ha..."

Sally sweated, flat on her back, under her husband's body as he had his 'lunchtime' sex. He was holding himself up on his elbows to keep his weight off her chest, and his hairy buttocks were rising and falling rhythmically. She watched the ceiling over her husband's shoulder as his hard thrusts made her view judder, there was a cobweb on the light fitting and she made a mental note to deal with it when he'd gone back to work.

He often came home for lunch for, as he put it, a 'good fuck', especially in the summer time. The heat seemed to make him more randy, it certainly made things more sweaty, she just wished he'd have a shower to get rid of the dirt from the building site before he pushed her down onto the sofa, the bed, or the kitchen table and roughly fucked her until he came.

Red-haired Sally was 39, with a narrow waist, broad hips, chunky thighs, and large but rather saggy breasts. She had never ...

... considered herself attractive in any way and had been pleased to be courted by Tom, at the time. That was ten years ago and the tall, dark, muscular builder she fell in love with then was now a bit overweight. Actually - if she was honest with herself - he was a lot overweight.

And he'd turned out to be a lot less romantic than she'd hoped, though she couldn't fault his work ethic or his enthusiasm for sex. He wanted it at least once per day, twice when he could get away from work at lunchtime. Sometimes three times on Saturdays. His preferred position was with her underneath him either face up, in classic missionary position, or face down in 'lazy rear entry'. Then he'd spread her legs, and pound away. Occasionally, when he was in a particularly good mood, Sally was permitted to choose the position but it didn't last long before she was 'put in her place', as Tom called it.

"Oh, oh... that's nice dear... aaah, aaah, aaah.", she moaned into his shoulder. It was often faked pleasure, but just occasionally, he managed to really get her going, and then the the sounds were real. Today he was grinding into her clit most effectively, so it could possibly be a better day - provided he didn't cum too soon.

"Uh, uh, uh... ", grunted Tom then he started to tense up, "... aaah, fuck, yes, Yes, YES! I'm cumming!"

Sally felt the warmth of his cum as he spurted inside her, his hips heavy on hers as he twitched and emptied his balls. She clutched at him as he sighed with satisfaction and ...