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Subject: Improvisation (MMMMMF,wife)
From: Carrie <CarrieN007@aol.com>
Date: 1996/12/18
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The following story is intended only for adult reading. Those under the
age of eighteen or those bothered by sexual explicit language or
depiction should not continue. The actions and attitudes portrayed may
be deemed offensive by some readers.
I am a petite, five foot tall brunette female with a 34B - 23 - 32
figure. I guess that I am considered attractive by men, but certainly
consider myself to be more seductive than glamorous. I have been
married to my husband, Doug for eleven great years and I am now thirty
three. I find it easier to relate a story in which I am involved in the
third person. Enjoy!
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Improvisation
By Carrie
"Detail, detail, detail," Carrie told herself as she worked at the
keyboard. She was composing a story for Doug to read when he returned
from his business trip later in the week.
She sometimes tended to write her stories of sexual adventure in a
rather general fashion and needed to remind herself that Doug enjoyed
the tiniest details. Scouring her recollections, she attempted to
include every aspect of the encounter she had enjoyed the day before.
"If I didn't get so carried away with enjoying what I was doing, I'd
remember the particulars," she mused to herself.
The more she wrote, the more aroused she became by the substance of her
own adventure. Clad only in a thin, gauze top, she could see her
breasts responding to the mental provocation. By the time she was half
way through writing the story, she paused briefly to go to the bedroom.
Rummaging through the assortment of sex toys in her night stand, she
pulled out a small, pink device with an attached battery pack. It had
thin elastic straps attached to it, creating a G-string when she had
pulled it on. The straps held the gadget firmly between her legs, a
small knob slipping up inside of her and a row of soft rubbery fingers
brushing against her increasingly excited clit. Carrie slid the control
button on the battery pack and felt the vibration as it spread over her
smooth shaven mound. She adjusted the speed to a slow, teasing throb
and returned to her computer. Typing with a steady rhythm, she
occasionally shifted her position in her chair, changing the intensity
of the pulsing between her legs. By the time she had finished the
story, she was in a total state of arousal, from both the writing and
the self-administered teasing. Denying herself the relief of coming off
always heightened the sexual energy that she was so utterly enjoying.
Carrie selected the print command and waited until the first page
slipped out of the laser printer before leaving the room, carrying the
battery pack to her toy with her. Going into the back yard, she
wondered around the pool, wishing for once that the yard wasn't so
private. She would enjoy having a neighbor observe her near nakedness
and see her pleasuring herself with the contraption strapped between her
legs. The idea of being watched, as usual, enhanced her lustful
cravings. Spontaneously, she rushed back into the house and into the
bedroom. Going to her closet, she pulled a very short, brown velveteen
skirt from its hanger, slipped it on and then stepped into a pair of
tan leather heels. Looking in the mirror, she could clearly see her
dark nipples showing through the thin top. She also knew that, because
of the extreme shortness of the skirt, that the slightest bending
movement would reveal her nakedness underneath. Quickly, she stepped
out of the straps that held the vibrator in place and laid it on the
vanity before going to the garage and getting in her car. The cloth top
of her convertible retracted as the garage door swung into the open
position.
She cruised about the city for the next hour, staying on the multiple
lane streets. Passengers in buses, vans and pickups had an unobstructed
view down into the low slung convertible and Carrie hoped that they
could see how erect her nipples were as she displayed herself to them.
The short skirt flipped about in the wind, flashing glimpses of her
underlying bareness to anyone that was watching from the other
vehicles. Stoplights usually produced a honk of a horn, a wave or a
broad smile from the male drivers and frowns and head shaking from the
women. She returned the smiles and ignored the rest. Occasionally, her
fingers would find their way to the moist cleft between her legs and she
would tease herself briefly. On one opportunity, she found herself
stopped beside a particularly good looking man whose eyes were
ravenously enjoying the sight of her. Smiling at the stranger, she
pulled her skirt up the inch or so necessary to show herself to him and,
opening her legs, candidly masturbated herself in front of him. Carrie
imagined the size of his hard cock as she looked back at his intent
gaze. The shudder of a small orgasm overcame her just as the light
turned green.
When she had pulled the car back into the garage at home, she pushed
the button that partially reclined the seat and pressed her hand against
her burning clit. Her crooked fingers flicked rapidly over the tiny
swollen knob, bringing her to a lingering, moaning climax. Hastily
composing herself, she closed the garage door and then went directly to
the bedroom. Pulling off her skirt, Carrie grabbed one of her most
powerful vibrators and, laying on her back, thrust it between her opened
legs. Within the next few minutes, she had several thunderous orgasms
as the head of the vibrator fluttered powerfully against the top of her
wet chasm. She wished that the handsome man who had watched her earlier
could be here now.
"He could watch me masturbate and then ram his big cock in me," Carrie
thought as her prurient desires brought on another series of quakes. "I
could just lay here, spread open and he could just fuck me whenever he
wanted. . . . and he could call some of his friends and they could all
stick their hard cocks in me."
She imagined the hot, creamy liquid jetting out of their stiff shafts
and into her already dripping cunt or spraying over her face and breasts
so that she could rub its slickness over her. She fantasized about
having them erupt in her mouth so that she could drink in and swallow
the savory juice. As often happened when Carrie reached such a peak of
sexual frenzy, she became conscious only of the intense pleasure that
was filling her body and her mind. She drifted into a temporal world of
earthly and mystical lust and of being ravished by an assortment of
bodily creatures.
Some time later, she recovered from her semi-hypnotic state. Her legs
were still spread open and the vibrator was purring at her side. She
could feel the convulsions yet gripping at the inside of her cunt.
After taking several deep breaths, she lay quietly until her head
cleared and the spasms diminished. She could feel her own juices oozing
out and dribbling down over her butt.
"Fantasy is great, but the real thing is far better," she thought to
herself as she slipped off of the bed.
It had been three days since Carrie had wrapped herself around a man's
hardness and she was really missing it. She had seldom gone that long
without male companionship in the last ten years. Normally, she would
have gone to stay on the houseboat when Doug planned to be gone this
long. It seemed that she could always find a way to entertain herself
at the lake. The little episode yesterday with the dog had been fun but
she also needed the interaction that only another person could provide.
She knew that the young man that took care of the swimming pool would
not be at her house until Friday.
"That's two days away. I'll never survive that long," she knowingly
smiled to herself.
After a few moments of quite thought, Carrie stripped the sheets off of
the bed and went about straightening up the room. She pulled a set of
bright red satin sheets from the linen closet and soon had them
stretched over the mattress. She carefully shaved while taking a
leisurely shower. After drying off, she rubbed lotion over her entire
body. She enjoyed the feeling of massaging the cream onto her smooth
shaven mound. It gave her a warm, sensuous feeling. Carefully, she
applied her makeup before going into the closet to select her clothes.
She tried on three different outfits before deciding on a white silk
shirt dress. The circular skirt ended a couple of inched above her knee
and the dress buttoned down the front with large red buttons. She
enjoyed the slick, smoothness of the fabric as it clung to her breasts
and legs.
Removing the dress, Carrie put on a white lace garter belt and then
pulled the matching stockings up over her tanned legs. Liberally, she
sprayed her favorite, sexy perfume on her breasts, her stockings and
then on her naked mound. It tingled slightly as it touched the
sensitive, freshly shaven skin. Slipping on a pair of red patent heels,
she looked in the full length mirror.
"Not bad," she told herself, well aware of her own sensuality.
Leaving her dress draped over the back of a bedroom chair, she went out
to the bar and fixed herself a drink. She sipped at it slowly as she
puttered about the house in her heels and stockings, unnecessarily
straightening things to occupy her time. Eventually, it approached
seven o'clock and Carrie returned to the bedroom to put on her dress.
She added a little more cologne and then sprayed some of it on the
freshly made bed. Cinching the blazing red belt about her waist, she
headed for the garage.
The streets were still busy with early evening traffic as she proceeded
to her destination. She had raised the top and turned on the air
conditioning and could feel the cool air blowing up between her legs.
After parking her car in a lot that would be well lighted after it grew
dark, Carrie went across the street to the theater.
It was an old building, still possessing some of the majesty it had
enjoyed fifty or sixty years earlier, but obviously slowly falling into
disrepair. There were few people about, and the elderly man at the
ticket counter hardly looked up as Carrie paid for her ticket. Once
inside, she paused for a moment to become accustomed to the darkness.
She had been in this theater a couple of times before, with Doug, but
had never been here by herself. It was one of only two X-rated movie
houses left in town and she questioned briefly, whether it was wise for
her to have come alone. Looking about, she made out several shadowy
figures seated about and chose a seat toward the center and a few rows
from the back. She had, after all, not really come to see the picture,
so it made little difference how close to the screen she sat.
Carrie had been seated only a few seconds, when the curtains pulled
back and the projector started showing previews of coming attractions.
She smiled to herself as she realized that she had not even noticed the
title of the movie that was to show this evening. Several more people,
almost all men, came into the theater over the next few minutes and she
soon noticed that many of them had formed a cluster close to where she
was seated. Someone moved into the seat next to her on her right while
another sat only a seat away on her left. Two men had taken seats
directly behind her.
The main feature had been running only a few minutes when Carrie
noticed the man next to her fumbling about with his trousers. Within
seconds, he pulled his semi-erect cock out of his pants and began to
slowly stroke it so that she could watch. Without making eye contact,
she turned her head toward him and candidly watched his lewd display.
He had a generous sized tool, when he had stroked it to full length and
its sight, only a couple of feet away caused her to relax her legs.
They fell open gradually. Since she had already unbuttoned all but the
top two buttons on her skirt, it parted at the same time as her legs.
The tops of her stockings came into view and then her garter belt.
Presently, the men on either side of her could see the upper portion of
her slick, hairless cunt. She made no effort to conceal herself and, in
fact, began to slowly unbutton the top on her dress. When she reached
her waist, she paused for a brief moment.
A voice behind her whispered, "Don't stop there. Keep going."
Teasingly, all the while watching the man next to her as he
masturbated, she undid the belt and the remaining buttons. The dress
fell completely open in the front and she moved it away from her
breasts, exposing them for her small audience. Her white lace stockings
stood out against her tan legs, even in the darkened theater. The man
to her left moved into the adjacent seat as Carrie rested her hand
temptingly close to her rousing opening. Ever so slowly, she spread her
legs as she gazed at the waving cock, undulating her hips as she eased
herself further forward on the seat. Finally she reached out her hand
to let her fingertips brush against the man's throbbing shaft. He
quickly pulled his own hand away, offering her the task of stroking the
swollen cock. Without hesitation, she grasped the member and jerked her
hand up and down over its length, feeling the bulging head slid past her
fingers with each stroke. She could also feel the wetness welling up
inside of her cunt and begin to trickle out onto her dress.
The man to Carrie's left began to massage her breasts with one hand
while pressing his other firmly against his own crotch. She could feel
the hands of one of the men behind her as he explored about above her
breasts. Gingerly, she grasped the hand on her breast and lowered it
between her legs. His fingers easily entered the open, drenched slit
and she let out a soft moan. He probed her firmly, spreading his
fingers inside of her, expanding her heated cunt. After several
minutes, she turned her head, observing all of her suitors.
"I know a place where we can all enjoy this a lot more," she said in a
soft, husky voice. "Anyone interested?"
All four of them replied in unison, "Yes!"
"Follow me home then," she offered.
All four of them got up one by one to leave the theater as Carrie
quickly buttoned a few of her buttons. Though they all attempted to
look casual, everyone in the place was aware of what was going on. The
movie hadn't been running for fifteen minutes and these four men and a
lone woman were all leaving suddenly. In the concession area, a fifth
man walked up to Carrie.
"Is this a private party or can anyone join?"
Carrie smiled at him. "Follow me," she offered.
Outside, the five men decided to ride in two cars. Carrie was somewhat
relieved. It might draw a lot of attention if there were five strange
cars in her driveway.
Carrie was tingling with excitement on the way back to the house. She
unbuttoned her dress again so that she could play with herself as she
drove. Pulling her car into the garage, she met her guests at the front
door and invited them in. After showing them the bar, she excused
herself.
"Help yourself while I go put on something else," she smiled as she
went out of the room.
She had peeled off the dress before she reached the bedroom and tossed
it in the bottom of the closet. Grabbing a long, red chiffon gown, she
put it on, tying it closed just below her breasts. It remained open to
the floor, leaving her white stockings and slick crotch totally
uncovered. Her breasts were plainly visible through the gossamer
fabric.
As she exited the vanity area, she saw all five men standing in the
bedroom gazing at her sexy attire.
"None of us were thirsty," one of them explained.
"OK," she replied. "Where were we when I so rudely interrupted us,
then?" Looking directly at the crotch of the man she had been fondling
in the theater, she added, "Oh, yes. I remember."
Carrie unbuckled his belt and carefully pulled down his zipper. The
cock that she had stroked earlier was again fully erect. Without
hesitation, she lowered her head on him and sucked the shaft into her
mouth. Carrie felt her gown being raised behind her. The warm, smooth
flesh of another cock brushed past her butt and between her legs. It
slipped into her saturated cunt with ease and immediately began plunging
in and out. She came off within seconds.
"This is what I've needed all day long," she thought as the two men
jounced in her, one in her cunt and the other in her mouth.
Carrie knew that her mouth simply wasn't big enough to take in the
larger of cocks, but she worked her way down this throbbing shaft until
it was nearly buried. Slowly she pulled its full length down her throat
before pulling away and then repeating the motion. Occasionally, she
stopped to run her tongue around the smooth, swollen head before sucking
it in again. She could hear the other men pulling their clothes off
behind her. One of them reached up to untie the single bow that held
her gown on. Pulling it from her shoulders, he tossed it on the sofa.
Hands grazed her bare breasts and teased down her stomach, exhilarating
her already overwrought clit. The man shoving his cock into her cunt
was tightly gripping her waist, making groans of pleasure with each
thrust. Carrie's similar moans were mostly drowned by the hard cock
that was filling her mouth. She gently rolled his balls in one hand
while grasping the portion of his shaft that was not in her mouth with
the other. Feeling him tense, she raised her face so that just her lips
circled the crimson end of his erection and began to stroke him quickly
and firmly. The spurts of white lather shot into her mouth and onto her
face. Carrie licked and sucked at the erupting organ, savoring the
salty taste and texture of his cum.
Just as she drew the last of his essence into her mouth, she felt the
man behind her ram deep and fast. His stream of rapture sprayed the
very end of her cunt and he continued to pump her until he was drained.
Carrie came with pleasurable groans as she continued to lick and stroke
the spent cock at her mouth. She straightened as the man behind her
pulled his shaft out. Tiny globs of cum speckled her face and neck and
a rush of it oozed down her legs, onto her stockings and then dripped
onto the carpet. A little dizzy, she sat on the edge of the bed,
waiting for her head to clear. The other three men were hovering about
her, their stiff, erect tools waving with their movements.
Slipping toward the head of the bed, Carrie positioned herself on her
back, in the center of the red sheets, and opened her legs so that the
men could all see her drenched slit. Using her fingers, she spread the
puffy lips of her cunt before dipping four of her digits into the open
hole. When she pulled them out, they were covered with a slippery
coating of juices. Provocatively, she sucked her fingers, one at a
time, while remaining spread wide and gazing into their faces. Quickly,
one of them leapt between her legs and pushed himself forward. His cock
slipped easily into her slick cavern even while he was still positioning
himself above her. Carrie's legs raised high in the air and she drew
them even further apart. The other two men each grasped one of her
ankles, supporting her legs in their elevated position. It offered her
lover unrestricted access to her aroused cunt. She felt him eagerly
pound himself completely within her, his balls smacking against her wet
butt and his stiff, curly pubic hair rubbing over her exposed clit.
Clutching at his back, she came off repeatedly. Carrie found it highly
erotic to have her legs so widely extended while she was being fucked.
It let men know how avid her interest was in what they were doing for
her.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "I love it! Ram that cock in my cunt."
The man between her legs obliged her. His stiff tool flew back and
forth in her moist cavern until he spewed out his pent up excitement.
It spurt out of the end of his cock, coating the inside of her cunt for
the second time in the last fifteen minutes. He quickly withdrew,
dribbling his cum on her legs. Hastily, another of the men took his
place, slipping in as easily as had the others. This time, the guy that
had shoot off in her mouth and the one who had entered her from behind
held her legs up. She knew how provocative her spread eagle position
had to appear and it pleased her. The fifth man moved toward Carrie's
face and she quickly obliged him by sucking his cock into her mouth.
Pressing down with her outstretched legs, she raised her cunt to meet
the thrusting cock inside of her, while pumping the one in her mouth
with her hand. The shaft between her legs was the biggest of the bunch
and he effortlessly jarred the very end of her with each stroke. His
exuberance and anxiousness was evident. Carrie had just begun to come
again when she felt his surge of jism gushing into her. She was
disappointed with his brevity, but enjoyed the stuffed feeling he gave
her.
"Sorry," he offered. "Just got too turned on, I guess," he added as he
got off of her.
The two men continued to support her spread legs as she sucked off the
cock in her mouth. Within a few moments, a flood of warm cum filled her
throat. Hungrily, Carrie drank every drop as it spurt out and continued
to suck at him until there was nothing left of his juices.
It had been less than three-quarters of an hour since they had walked
in the house together and yet everyone had already come off. Carrie
puzzled over whether that was good or not as the men lowered her legs
gently onto the bed. She did know that she was still extremely horny
and didn't want things to end right away. She lay unabashed before
them, her legs still widely separated, seductively running her hands
over her bare breasts and smiling at them. It was only then that she
realized that she didn't know any of their names and simply decided to
number them in the order that they taken her.
Number one spoke first.
"I hate to say this, but I really need to get back. I've got an
evening job that I have to be at in less than an hour."
Two of the others, numbers two and five, chimed their agreement and
began to get dressed.
"The evening's young, guys," Carrie said almost pleadingly. "No need
to rush off."
The three of them all made comments about having to be somewhere as
they continued dressing.
"If you want to stay, I'll drive you back to your cars later," she told
the remaining two men.
Much to her pleasure, they both agreed. Carrie slipped off of the bed
and, more for sensual effect than modesty, put on her gown. Leaving it
untied, she accompanied her departing guests to the door. Their
farewells were polite but brief. When they had gone, she closed the
door, turned around and leaned back against it.
"Hi! I'm Carrie," she said with an impish smile, to the two naked men
standing in her hallway.
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