Unleashed Cravings (1)

Introduction:

Sarah, a forty-four-year-old wife in the throes of her sexual prime, is tethered to a passionless marriage with her older husband, Larry, whose disinterest and constant travel leave her aching for fulfillment. Alone in her bed, she surrenders to the solace of toys and vivid fantasies, her lush curves trembling with unmet need. One fateful night, emboldened by wine and restless desire, she discovers her twenty-year-old son, Tim, lost in his own steamy indulgence, captivated by provocative scenes of older women. What begins as a mortifying collision ignites a dangerous spark, drawing Sarah into a web of taboo temptation. As her yearning clashes with her loyalty, she teeters on the brink of a forbidden seduction—risking her family for the intoxicating release she craves.

Enjoy...

******

"Yeah, baby, oh, just like that," Sarah moaned, "Fuck me with that big hard cock!"

She spread her legs wide and thrust the dildo harder into her aching cunt.

"Harder!" Her eyes closed, she pretended it wasn't a rubber toy between her legs, but the real thing, "I need it so bad!"

Obviously, or she wouldn't be on her bed plunging a fake cock into her neglected pussy and rubbing her clit. Masturbating like a young girl rather than a forty four year old married woman.

Sarah replaced her fingers with her silver vibrating egg, pressing it hard to her needy clit and closing her legs, with the dildo buried deep inside her. Crossing her ankles, she arched her back off the bed, pinching her left nipple with her now free hand.

"Oh," she whimpered, teetering on the edge.

She imagined her phantom lover, she couldn't even pretend it was Larry anymore, grabbing her hips and telling her to get on her knees like the slut she was. Sarah obeyed her fantasy lover, rolling onto her knees.

Pushing her ass in the air, she slid her arms beneath her and grabbing the end of the dildo, pumped it in and out. Sarah's thighs were trembling and she bucked her hips into her rubber lover while grinding the bullet onto her clit.

"Fuck me! Oh, fuck me, fuck fuck, fuck!" She turned her head into the pillow and squealed in pleasure.

Sarah bucked her hips, her cries muffled by the pillow in case Tim left his room to go downstairs. She couldn't imagine how embarrassing it would be to be caught masturbating by her twenty year old son. Not that she wasn't embarrassed just by the fact she had to resort to this, but at least this was a private humiliation.

She moaned softly when the final waves of her orgasm flowed through her. Sliding her legs down the bed, she lay on her stomach, breathing hard, the dildo buried in her still twitching pussy.

Sarah's hips jerked as the bullet continued to vibrate on her now over stimulated clit and finding the remote next to her, switched it off as she rolled over onto her back, her breasts heaving with her still rapid breathing.

Sitting up, she opened the draw to the nightstand and put the toys away. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and took in her reflection in the mirror over her bureau. For the thousandth time, she wondered how Larry could continue to leave her alone so easily.

She kept her deep auburn hair long, the way her husband liked it, even though most women her age had begun wearing theirs much shorter. Her face was smooth and wrinkle free and her complexion, like most natural redheads, fair. Sarah's bright blue eyes were set over a small patch of freckles around her nose, giving her a cute girl next door appearance.

From the neck down, the 'cute girl' comparison ended. Not chubby by any stretch, Sarah did possess a full set of curves she liked to think were all in the right places. Her full breasts were smooth and creamy, with a smattering of freckles between and above them and her pink nipples were so light, they were only visible due to how fair her breasts were.

Her stomach wasn't hard and flat, but neither did she have a 'belly'. Her skin was soft and smooth and her hips flared out, giving her a nice womanly shape. Her thighs, like her stomach, were soft and inviting. She'd heard women similar to her be described as 'thick', she herself preferred the word lush.

Sarah had gotten that term from reading erotic stories at night to provide some inspiration for her fantasy encounters. Between erotica, watching porn and her vivid imagination, she had no shortage of material to get off to, but by god, the real thing would be nice once in a while.

She supposed she had herself to blame in a sense. Larry was twelve years older than her and back when he was thirty two to her twenty that wasn't big deal, but now he was in his mid-fifties and whereas she was in her sexual prime, he had little to no interest.

Larry also traveled frequently, some months spending more time on the road than he did home. They had argued about that constantly the last couple of years. There was no need for him to be away that much, but he insisted he needed to do it at least until Tim was out of college which was two more years.

Sarah could handle the lack of sex when he was on the road, she could tell herself it was his job and suck it up. But when he was home? That was another matter because he always complained he was tried and had flat out admitted his drive was low and he just didn't think sex was a big deal anymore.

That selfish attitude inspired more arguments with him getting more and more defensive. When Sarah had suggested Viagra or other pills to help him get going, he'd gotten even more defensive.

The last time she'd asked him what he thought she was supposed to do, he had shrugged and said there was always batteries. What made it more infuriating was she did love him and she knew he loved her and aside from sex, Larry was a good man.

He was honest, thoughtful-providing it didn't involve bedroom activities- caring, a good provider and a very good father and up until a couple of years ago a good lover, making the drought of the last couple of years more frustrating because it's not like the sex was so bad she didn't miss it.

Now 'sex' was maybe once a damn month and it barely lasted more than a few minutes and he refused to let her persuade him to go another round. Laying naked on the bed, the rush of her orgasm fading, she once again let the situation get to her.

What was she supposed to do? She certainly didn't want to leave him, his good qualities far outweighed what didn't happen any more in bed. Cheating was also out of the question. She had no doubt he was faithful to her and wouldn't do that to him.

But...Sarah would be lying to herself if she said she hadn't thought of it. In fact as just now proved her fantasies were no longer about Larry, but also not about a particular person. Right now all Sarah wanted was cock.

Oh, how she loved a man's cock. Not that most women didn't enjoy it, but Sarah practically worshipped Larry's when they used to have sex all the time. She loved the feel of a hard cock in her hand, getting harder and harder and throbbing in her palm.

She loved to give hand jobs, squeezing it so tight she could feel cum racing through it, before erupting all over her hand. And head? Sarah enjoyed sucking cock to the point she would be so worked up it would only take her seconds to cum after giving a blow job.

But sex itself was what she craved most right now. Getting fucked in every position because they all felt amazing in their own way. Sarah had been so wound up lately she wondered if the chance came up if she would succumb to her desire.