1. Jen - Cheating Wife


    Date: 8/7/2018, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Wife / MILF, Author: bbchunger, Source: sexstories.com

    Jen put on her skin-tight, black workout-leggings over a thin thong. A sports bra and tight sports top followed as she examined herself in the full length mirror hanging from the back of her bedroom door. As she adjusted her hair with flicks of her fingers, she noticed how the stretchy legging material just barely silhouetted the mounds of her labia, as she turned sideways to verify that no panty lines disrupted the smooth round curve of her hips and ass. Jen is comfortable with her age and the womanliness of her body. She is firm and fit, but not without a thin coating of soft, smooth flesh, which makes her just a little bit curvy. Satisfied, she left the bedroom and headed toward the door. "Honey, I'm going to the gym to work off some steam. Be back in about 2 hrs," she called down the stairs. "Uhh, O.K. Hon," is all she heard from the basement. The 2007 NCAA championship game was on, Florida vs. Ohio State, and she could be sure that he wasn't moving from 'that chair' for the duration of the game. She'd tried before to compete against his other interests and resigned herself that though she loved him, and would never leave him, he would never understand the insatiable burning she felt to be passionate with open abandon. She'd already concluded that it wasn't really his fault. People change and over the years, Jen became more in tune with her sensuality while he did not. You can't instruct instinct into someone and Jen had grown into a very instinctual, sensitive lover ...
    who is in tune with the energy of her body and that of her partner's. Being instinctual and sensitive requires vulnerability and openness, neither of which can be sustained without reciprocity. Inevitably, she sought out and found other avenues. The warm, spring air hit her as she stepped out through the door. She noticed the sweet smell of the cherry blossoms and pear trees, and thought to herself that the scent had become more pungent in the evening air. She got into her car, adjusted the rear view mirror, took a deep breath and drove away smiling. Jen wasn't going to the gym that night. No weight machine, no treadmill or aerobic trainer could do for her what she needed. Chatting online earlier with her lover had aroused her passions. She thought of his slender, muscular torso, his firm ass and the modest tuft of hair that leads down his belly. Jen's skin was afire and tingling and her stomach ached, as if she hadn't eaten all day, in anticipation. '2 hours,' she thought to herself. 'That's 15 minutes there and 15 minutes back which leaves almost an hour and a half.' She tried her best to concentrate on driving, and not running into someone or something, but her distracting thoughts of her lover were her making her wet. As she drove, her throbbing clit demanded attention, so she gently stroked herself through her already damp pants, but not enough to bring her to a climax. The existence of the Championship game gave them plenty of opportunity to plan out that evening's ...
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