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Disclaimer. I write stories for pleasure. Everything in my stories is
fiction. In no way do I condone the scenarios within the writings.
Rape, child endangerment, incest, and unwanted pregnancies are
subjects to be role-played between you and your significant other
only. Anybody actually carrying out this in real life, needs to see a
psychiatrist, or seek mental help from a qualified expert in mental
health immediately. I am always open to comments and constructive
criticism. I believe in the second ammendment, and only free people
should be reading stories like this. If it is illegal or unlawful to
read adult stories in your, country, state, municipality, or
neighborhood, please delete this story. Thank You, trukin_fool
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Lonely at Home
By trukin_fool

Donna was working away on her computer, when the message window
opened, notifying her she had an instant message.
As was typical for the 33 year old wife, she naturally assumed it was
her husband, telling her when she could expect him home.
He was away on an extended out of state business trip.
Donna and Matt had a great marriage, and even as she worked away, she
could hear the faint ticking of her biological clock, as it summonded
her to realize she wasn't getting any younger.
"Just one more year." She whispered to herself.
She and her husband had agreed, that once their house was apid for,
they'd begin to have a family, and Donna could become a normal
housewife/mother.
As she opened the window, she was surprised to see the message was
sent anonymously.
Not only that, but it had a couple attachments, which she needed to
open.
The woman was shocked, when the first picture came into view.
It was a picture of her, and she was in a dressing room somewhere,
nearly naked.
Obviously, the picture was taken by a spy camera, which was hidden
somewhere near the floor, in the changing room.
From the angle, it showed her voluptuous breasts, and long lean legs.
It also showed, that she was clean shaven, in her pubic region, and
she was wearing her typical garter belt, and hose.
She tried to remember, when she was ever naked like this, in a public
changing room.
The idea of her minus the bra and panties wasn't abnormal for her,
because she frequently went out that way, when she felt sexy, and
naughty.
Lately, with Matt being gone so much, she was almost constantly in
that frame of mind.
She longed for her husbands caresses, and tender kisses. Moreover, she
missed his large cock, ramming her into oblivion, as she came wildly
over and over again.
Donna was a multiple climax woman. Sometimes, she'd have so many
orgasms in a row, she literally passed out from the pleasure.
Before she closed the window, she figured it was just someone who was
getting his thrills, by jacking off to her beauty.
Opening the next window, she saw the same room, with her in it, but
from a different angle.
Even though she was upset that someone captured her naked, she could
plainly see the huge swell in her hips, and her perfectly rounded ass
cheeks, as she scanned the picture.
Opening the last picture, Donna immedately became concerned.
The setting was no longer in the changing room, but in her own
bedroom.
Also what had her angry, mwas the pose she was in.
It clearly showed her laying naked on her bed, with her legs spread
wide. It showed graphic evidence, of her, having three fingers, buried
in her smoothly shaven pussy.
Someone had caught her masturbating, in her own bedroom.
The final attachment, was just a note, and an email address.
The note stated that whoever sent the pictures, had more, and video
along with them.
The threat stated that if she didn't contact the person, her pictures
would be sent to all of her friends and family.
Now Donna was no prude, but she wasn't an exhibitionist either.
Add to that, the fact that Matt would be very angry, if he knew about
the pictures of his wife, being circulated.
She ondered her options, before sending the stranger an email.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" Was all she asked.
After a few minutes, she received her reply.
"Who I am, is unimportant, but what I want, is. I want more pictures
of you, and without your husband. I also would like more videos of
you." It said.
After some consideration, Donna figured it was just Matt, using some
anonymous email address, and teasing her. She closed the window, and
finshed her work.
After that she went to do her daily exercise routine, and finally went
to eat.
As she ate, she remembered the angle of the camera, in her bedroom,
and went to investigate.
On one of the shelves, near some pictures in the bedroom, she noticed
a cord. She followed it up, only to find that wahtever device was used
to photogragh her, was already gone.
"That sneaky bastard." She said to herself, still thinking it was her
husband's doing.
After searching the room, and finding no other evidence of any
cameras, she went back to the livingroom, thinking he may have
concealed it somewhere else.
For the next few hours, she spent searching for a hidden camera, or
anything else, that seemed out of the ordinary.
Finding nothing anywhere, she decided to take a quick shower, and
clean up.
As she washed under the steady stream of hot water, she began to
fantasize about secretly being watched.
If she was, she'd give them a good show.
Slowly, Donna's hand crept down her smooth flat stomach, and down to
her aching pussy.
It had been nearly a week without having anything inside of her, and
she was torrmenting herself, staying just out of reach of her now
erect clit.
Over, and over, her fingers edged closer to her hard bud, but time
after time, she resisted the urge, to bring herself to orgasm.
Eventually, she regained her poise, and turned off the water.
Even while drying off, she was tempted to play with herself, but
again, decided to wait until later.
She knew all too well, that anticipation led to some very powerful
orgasms, and she wanted the next one to be an earth shattering
experience.
In the past, she'd tease herself for days, before finally giving into
the urge.
As she threw her robe on, she calculated that this was indeed the
longest she'd ever held off, from frigging herself to climax.
Quickly, Donna headed back to the computer, and searched for the
files, containing the pictures of her.
She had to admit, that whoever it was that had taken them, had
captured the best assets she possessed.
In the corner of the screen, she noticed a small icon, and it was
flashing.
Opening it, she saw it was a request, for a video chat.
Matt too, had often used this device, and Donna teased him many times,
while he was gone.
Now knowing it had to be her husband, she proceeded to accept the chat
and turned her camera on.
Unfortunately, Matts camera wasn't working, so all she saw was a
dialoge box, comng from him.
In the past, the two would mastubate for each other, while texting a
very graphic conversation.
"I see you must have washed up, just for me. Why not open the robe a
little more?" The message read.
Natually assuming it was her husband, she began to tease him, by doing
as he asked. After all, no one she knew had her private messaging
address, except her husband.
"This is all for you baby." She wrote, while opening her robe, and
showing her bountiful cleavage. "I'm waiting until we can get
together, and join our bodies as one."
"Absolutely lovely, but lets see you get your nipples good and hard,
thinking of me?" Was the reply.
With that, Donna very seductively pulled her robe completely open, and
began to pinch her nipples, causing them to harden between her
fingers.
"Oh darling." She wrote, truthfully explaining what was happening to
her. "There seems to be a wet spot, where i'm sitting. Good thing I'm
wearing the robe, otherwise, the chair would need a good cleaning."
"Show me." Was all the next message read.
With a coy smile, Donna rached one hand to her crotch, and delved
inside. Once her fingers were coated with her feminine lubricant, she
pulled them out, and held them close to the camera.
"They didn't feel near as good, as your big hard cock though." She
typed with her one finger, while displaying her wet fingers to the
camera.
"Prove it." The reply came. "Hold the camera right up to your wet
honey pot, and spread your lips for me."
This was a strange request, coming from her husband, but he'd already
seen her down there, many times before, so she readily agreed.
Grabbing the camera from the monitor, and leaning back to spread her
legs, she focused the camera in front of her puffy wet labia, and used
her other hand to spread herself open for his benefit.
"This is for you." She whispered, hoping the microphone, would pick it
up.
Donna held the cmera in place for a long time, waiting for a reply.
After a few minutes, she got one.
"I want to mate with you, this very minute. Can you meet me somewhere
private?" Was the message.
"You naughty boy." Donna smiled. "You said you'd be gone until
tomorrow."
Donna now assumed that her husband was already back in town, and was
hoping to have her fulfill one of his fantasies.
That being, where she goes to a bar and meets him, as if she's a
common street whore, and he picks her up. They get in the back seat of
his car, and he ravishes her right there in the parking lot.
By this time, Donna was more than willing to fulfill his desires.
After all, she was burning with desire herself, and she'd take him on
wherever he wished, right now.
"Meet me at Kelly's place. Sit in the back room, and make sure you're
drinking those special drinks, so you don't back out." Was the next
message.
Donna remembered well, the last time she tried to do this. She was
still quite sober, and at the last minute, she backed out.
Since that night, Donna swore that if another opportunity arose, she'd
definitely go through with her plans.
The main problem with this scenario, was that it was only four oclock,
and it was still light outside.
Throwing caution to the wind, Donna agreed to meet him.
He'd never let her get caught, doing anything in public, that she'd
regret.
"Meet me there, in an hour." She wrote in her reply message.
Donna quickly signed off, and soon she was tearing through her closet,
searching for the sluttiest outfit, she could find.
If she was going to play the part of a slut, she needed to dress like
one.
She even opted, to forgo the underwear, so the quickie wouldn't
require stripping down too much.
Donna arrived at Kelly's bar, after only half an hour.
On her way to the backroom, she ordered a very large glass of alcohol,
and scanned the place for Matt.
He wasn't there yet, butat least she'd have time to get a good buzz
going, before he arrived.
Sitting down in the very dark back room, she was happy she'd eaten
only a small meal today, which would help the alcohol hit her faster.
Being alone in the room, Donna fought the urge to paly with herself,
but resisted again.
She wanted everything to be perfect for her husband, and wanted him to
make her climax.
REaching in her purse, she checked to see if the condoms were still
there.
Thank heavens they were, because she didn't need an accident now,
until they were both ready to make a baby.
Matt always insisted she carry condoms, just for situations like this.
After finishing her drink in record time, an older gentleman returning
from the mens room approached her, and offered to buy her a drink.
Knowing her husband would be along soon, she obliged, and handed him
her glass.
When he returned with the full glass, she thanked him as he made some
comment about how beautiful she was, and shouldn't be sitting alone in
the dark room.
Again Donna thanked him, and stated her husband would be along soon.
When Donna took a health sip of the drink, she noticed it was much
stronger than the first, but she decided it was much better this way,
because she needed the liquid courage anyway.
Soon the man returned, and apologized to Donna. He had another drink
with him, and offered it to her, saying he wasn't some pervert, who
was trying to pick her up.
Donna wilingly accepted his apology, and took the glass.
As she finished the second drink, and started the third, she was happy
about being here. In fact, in her mind she thought it was probably her
husband, who had sent the man back, to speak with her.
By the time the third drink was consumed, Donna was very inebriated,
and neede to use the ladies room. Unfortunately, she couldn't hardly
stand to head there.
From behind, someone had already been standing there, and helped her
up.
He walked her to the back door, where she figured she'd be able to
pee, outside, in the vacant parking lot.
Without looking, she again assumed it was her husband who was helping
her outside, and she was willingly led out.
Just outside the door, the man steadying her, held her from behind, as
she squatted and peed.
While relieving herself, a blindfold was placed over her eyes.
Donna smiled. This was another one of Matts wild fantasies.
After she finished emptying her bladder, donna was helped to her feet,
and was led to a car, which she nearly fell inside of.
In her drunken state, Donna fumbled around, and finally got on her
back.
She lifted her skirt, showing she was without underwear, and made
herself ready for her husbands lovemaking.
As she felt him crawling between her spread thighs, she remembered the
condom.
"Please, I'm not protected." She reminded her husband. "They're in my
purse. Put one on."
As Donna laid there, awaiting the sex she wanted so desperately, she
heard the click of her purse latch, and the tearing of the condom
wrapper.
Now that she knew he was fully protected, she lay back, awaiting the
fuck she so richly deserved.
Donna was expecting the quick thrust of her husbands cock, deep inside
of her, but instead, she was almost disappointed, when she realized,
he was going to eat her first.
Donna loved having her pussy sucked, but she was already more than
willing to forgo that, just to feel him pounding away in her aching
pussy.
Matt was very good at eating her. In fact, he'd never been so good. He
had her crawling the walls, just by his tongue alone.
After a few mini orgasms, and a sudden gush from within her, he stood
and settled between her thighs.
This was the moment she was waiting for. She wanted him, like never
before.
"Fuck me. Fuck my whore cunt." Donna groaned.
Seldom had she ever spoke with such vulgarity, but she was now playing
the part of a seasoned whore, so she pulled out all the stops.
"Shove your cock in me, and fuck my ass off." She continued. "Fuck me
you bastard, Show me what a strong virile man like you, can do to a
whore like me."
As soon as the words escaped her lips, she felt the sudden entry.
Her husband, wasn't the normal tender loving man, she had sex with
before. Instead, he was brutally violent, and plunged full length into
her, without stopping.
The thrust was so quick. that she thought his cock had torn her pussy.
Her pussy was so swollen from the excitement, she swore his cock was
even bigger now, than the normal seven incher he usually loved her
with.
Immedaitely, Matt plunged in rapid succession. He was trying to get
him and her both off, in record time.
Every stroke her made, caused Donna to gasp for air. He was fillingher
much deeper, than ever before.
The senstaion of his newly aquired hardon, and her desperate need for
a climax, had her nearing the edge before the first minute of sex had
passed.
Before she could warn him, Donna had already reached her orgasm, and a
savage one it was.
Her entire being quaked, as she felt the climax wash over her.
This was by far, the finest fucking she'd ever received from her
husband.
Her husband kept right on pumping away, as Donna came down from her
first cum. However, right on its heels, there was another earth
shaking cum, on its way.
Two, three, and then four massive climaxes in a row, Donna suffered
through, before she finally felt her husband stiffen, and begin to
gasp.
She quickly grabbed his hips, and pulled him deep.
"Cum in me you stud fucker." She grunted. "Give me what I've waited so
long for."
"I'll get you pregnant." He whispered in a high pitched voice, Donna
didn't recognize.
"I don't care. Fuck me. Just fuck me to death, and knock me up if you
have to. Shoot it way deep inside of me' like you want to."
Matt and Donna had also in the past, played the game of knocking her
up, even though it was impossible, while he wore a rubber.
Donna realized this, and she knew how much the idea turned her husband
on, so she played along.
"Oh myyyyy." Donna sighed. "I can feel it. I can feel your hot virile
seed, swimming in me, and knocking my horny cunt up. Don't stop. Give
it all to me. Ahhhhhhh."
As Donna played her role, another orgasm hit her hard, and she
eventually passed out, from exhaustion.
A short time later, Donna awoke, and found herself alone.
She peeled off the blindfold, and she noticed she was still naked from
the waist, and no one else was around.
The alcohol she had comsumed earlier that evening, had worn off
somewhat, and she figured that Matt was already back inside, washing
up.
Her husband was funny that way. Every lovemaking session they had,
ended with Matt running to the bathroom, to immediately clean up.
As Donna stood on weak knees, she also thought that this whole whore
scenario, was being played out in it's entirety.
That is, where her husband picks up a whore, fucks her, and dumps her.
She wanted to make sure he got his entire fantasy played out.
Slowly, she rearranged her clothing, and stumbled to her car.
She'd have to drive home, and be there waiting, once he arrived.
She wasn't supposed to be aware of his indiscretions, and she was
supposed to play the naive housewife.
Unfortunately, on her way home, she mae an illegal turn, onto a one
way street, and the police car which was following her, saw it.
They pulled her over, and when they smelled the alcohol,
theyimmediately arrested her.
Donna tried calling home, but there was no answer.
"That bastard is playing this to the end." She spat, hanging up.
Eventually, Donna was allowed to call a friend, to come bail her out.
Her girlfriend came, and Donna was released, into her girlfriends
custody.
Once home, Donna wrote a check out to her friend, paying her back for
the money she spent on bail.
It was now three hours later, since the fantastic sex in the parking
lot.
Donna noticed some discharge, but took for granted, it was her
multiple orgasms, which had caused the vast amount of liquid to
continue to flow, from her vagina.
She was getting very pissed, wondering where her husband was, and why
he hadn't returned yet.
Donna decided to take a hot shower, and get ready for the battle of
her marriage, when he did finally return.
In the bathroom, she was suddenly aware of the massive amounts of
thick sticky white fluid, which was now dripping from her labia.
Rest ing it with her fingers, she was shocked to learn, it was semen.
Even though she hoped she was wrong, she knew the texture, and the
pungent smell of sperm.
Now she was dounly angry.
Not only had he deserted her, but he actually came inside of her.
The hot shower she took, did little to calm her down.
Once she was finished, she was fit to be tied.
Donna stormed back into the livingroom, and as she waited for Matt to
come home, she noticed the blinking light on the answering machine.
At first she figured it was herself, calling from the police
department.
Much to her disappointment and severe shock, she found she was
mistaken.
Once she hit the button, she sat silently, as a tear ran down her
cheek.
"Hi honey." Her husband said on the machine. "I'm still in Seattle,
and I have bad news. My siutcase was stolen at the airport, before I
left, and I've been meaning to tell you, but was afraid to, because my
laptop was inside of it. I was hoping that by now, someone would have
returned it. I guess by now it's long gone. If anyone calls about it,
give them whatever they want, I have a lot of personal information on
that thing. Hopefully someone will return it soon, because I have some
pictures and video of you on there, along with our IM addresses. I
love you. See you next week. Hey, by the way? Only nine more months,
and we can start our family. Click.

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