1. The dildo was in the bag -2


    Date: 11/10/2017, Categories: First Time, Masturbation, Mature, Author: stif266, Source: xHamster

    eating it while he watched the news. It wasn't that all those spice-up-your-sex-life schemes were complicated. It was that they all required two people to make them work. These thoughts consumed most of her attention all afternoon, and even during the drive home. As she pulled into the garage that night, she was astonished to find that her hand was on her purse ... squeezing the outline of her dildo. She prepared meatloaf for supper, and put some potatoes in the pressure cooker so they'd mash up perfectly. She knew this was one of John's favorite meals, but she didn't make it for that reason. It was one of her own favorite meals too. John came in as everything was ready to put on the table. She didn't do that, though. She left everything on the counter, and served herself. John got a beer from the fridge and opened it while he went, inevitably, toward the room that had the 50&#034 flat screen TV. And his recliner. She ate quickly and put her dishes in the sink. Then, she went to the bedroom and changed into running shorts and the powder blue sports bra she had purchased on impulse one day. She lifted a tank top out of the drawer, but then hesitated. She always wore a shirt over her sports bras when she ran. Now, she imagined herself running in only the shorts and bra. She knew her breasts bounced, even in the confines of the bra. For years she'd been ashamed of them, thinking they were grotesque, huge, ungainly. She'd gotten over that when all her boyfriends seemed to love ... them. John had lavished attention on them when they first met. She examined the bra. It was called a &#034bra&#034 but it didn't look like one. Not really. It was more of a spandex top. The seams were finely finished. It could even be considered modest, insofar as it was thick enough that her unruly nipples couldn't announce they were excited. Her nipples always got excited on a good run. All of her did, for that matter. Feeling the wind in her face, and knowing that she was moving faster than almost everyone around her made her feel powerful, agile, capable. She tossed the tank top on the bed, bent to tie her shoes, and left the bedroom. &#034Going for a run!&#034 she yelled. &#034'kay,&#034 came the distant, uninterested voice of her husband. She stopped at the gate to do her stretching. She usually stretched inside, but today she wanted to get away from the house. She grasped a picket and bent to apply pressure to various muscles, holding each pose until she felt the muscles release and stretch. As she did so, she took in the picture of the front yard, with its carefully clipped hedges, and perfectly shaped flower beds. The picket fence was blindingly white, as was the paint on the house, with its forest green trim and shutters. John spent thousands making his house look like the perfect fairytale place to live. As she stood, aware that the spandex covering her body also accentuated her curves, and the flat stomach she knew many women would be unduly jealous of, it occurred ...
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