Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part II) - Sex Stories

Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part II)

... streaming hot water her brain filled with visions of young Rob’s large cock. She imagined his muscular chest and arms. She imagined things that as a married woman she, well, just should not be daydreaming about. Yet she did and she was thoroughly enjoying it. Veronica’s husband liked to keep the lights off during sex. He was pretty much a dud in bed as well as out of it. So watching a young man’s aroused body like that had been revelation for the repressed young wife. To be a voyeur on a scene of male masturbation was beyond Ronnie’s conception. And yet she was now so turned on it was impossible to turn her body off. She wanted more. Veronica’s pussy was aching to be filled by that huge appendage she had spied. She closed her eyes tightly as the warm water enveloped her. With her long slender fingers she rolled a slippery rubbery nipple. The covering of soapy bubbles made her nipple slippery and slick. Ronnie closed her eyes and tweaked it harder. Her body pulsed with throbbing surges. Ronnie had heard other women talk about oral sex. She’d never tried it, but now for some reason the thought teased her brain. Her head spun more and more as she imagined Rob’s tongue in places. Well let’s just say in places. She closed her eyes and imagined her fingers were Rob’s tongue. When she pressed on her nipple she pretended it was his teeth biting down gently. She groaned softly. The tingles originating in her nipples travelled instantly to her pelvis. Ronnie felt growing urges and ...

... desires swell in her body. Feelings washed over her like a tide of emotions rising and falling with an invisible moon. The unsatisfied wife reached her left hand down and stroked her pussy tentatively. What would Rob’s cock feel like sliding in down there she wondered? She groaned and whimpered with needs so long repressed they were like a collared leopard straining for release. Giving in to her desires Ronnie overcame her bashfulness. Timidly she inserted a finger into her wet throbbing pussy. In the America of the early 1970’s “good girls” were still not supposed to masturbate. Slowly the long-untouched wife started to play with her self. It was like she was discovering how to use a new toy. A set of written instructions would help, or perhaps a “how to” video. But the Internet also didn’t exist in 1970. Wives like Ronnie largely had to figure it out for themselves. The letters to Cosmo magazine were about as specific as sex advice self-help got in 1970. As Ronnie rubbed and teased she slid her finger inside. She felt her walls stretch around her finger and then contract in a satisfying spasm of contraction. Veronica whimpered, whined and cooed softly learning her body as she went. She let her imagination fly unrestrained. The shower water was so warm. She was so relaxed. Screech? Her dizzied brain jolted to a halt. NO this was all wrong? The young wife tried for a second to repress her wayward straying feelings. The sexual images and ideas in her brain were so graphic they ...