Linda blinked at at her phone, her eyes accustoming to the bright screen in the darkness of the early morning. She had stumbled upon the swinging site by accident, looking for a holiday to spice up the monotony of her life. The past few years with David had been a blur of cooking and cleaning. Sex had become a chore, something to check off the list rather than an act of passion. Her body craved the touch of a man who didn't just go through the motions, she had realised after finding the swinging site her husband was secretly using; she needed someone who would see her as more than just a wife.
Her heart raced as she scrolled through the profiles of younger men, their cocks proudly displayed in various states of arousal. It had been so long since she'd felt the thrill of desire, the ache in her cunt that only a hard, thick cock could fill. She had always been a bit of a prude, but something about the raw, unfiltered sexuality of the site made her feel alive again.
She checked her messages and there was a lot but she was looking for the reply from Brad, her fingers trembling with excitement and nerves.
He had replied, and it was more than she could have hoped for. Brad was into older women, especially those in tights. The thought of someone finding her desirable was intoxicating. He suggested they meet at his place, and she agreed without hesitation.
The day of the meeting, Linda felt a mix of fear and excitement. She dressed carefully, choosing a tight skirt and a pair of black tights that hugged her ass like a second skin. She knew it was slutty, but she didn't care. This was for her.
When she arrived at Brad's flat, her knees were shaking. He answered the door in nothing but a pair of boxers, and Linda couldn't help but stare at the bulge that strained against the fabric. He ushered her inside, his eyes devouring her body as he shut the door.
"You look amazing," he murmured, his gaze lingering on her tits, which were practically spilling out of her low-cut blouse.
"Thank you," she replied, feeling a blush creep up her neck, never having worn these sort of clothes before.
He didn't waste any time. He was on her in an instant, his hands sliding up her legs and under her skirt. He gripped her ass, squeezing it through the tights.
"Mmm, I love the feel of these," he said, his voice thick with lust.
Linda's breath hitched as he leaned in to kiss her, his tongue pushing into her mouth as his hands roamed over her body. She felt like a teenager again, all awkwardness forgotten in the face of pure, animal desire.
He led her to the bedroom, and she watched as he removed his boxers. His cock sprang free, and she couldn't help but gasp. It was huge, much bigger than David's had ever been. Brad chuckled at her reaction, stroking his length as he approached the bed.
"You like what you see?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Yes," she breathed, unable to form coherent sentences.
He knelt before her, his tongue sliding up the inside of her thigh until it reached the crotch of her tights. He kissed and licked the fabric, his breath hot against her skin. She could feel her pussy getting wetter by the second.
"I've been dreaming about this," he murmured, his voice muffled against her flesh. "Your cunt, wrapped up so tight in these tights."
Linda's eyes rolled back in her head as he pushed the tights aside and began to suck on her clit. It was so intense, so different from the gentle kisses and lazy strokes she was used to from David. She felt her orgasm building, and before she knew it, she was screaming his name as she came harder than she had in years.
Brad didn't stop there. He removed her panties and tights, leaving her bare before him. He slammed into her, filling her up so completely that she thought she might split in two. She had never felt so full, so used, so alive. He pounded her mercilessly, and she begged for more, her cunt clenching around his cock as she reached peak after peak of pleasure.
When it was over, she lay there, panting and satisfied. Brad kissed her gently, and she felt a strange connection to this stranger who had just given her the best sex of her life.
The guilt hit her like a ton of bricks when she walked through the door of her own home. The smell of David's aftershave hung in the air, and she felt dirty. But it was a delicious kind of dirty, a secret that no one else knew.
Days turned into weeks, and Linda couldn't stop thinking about Brad. She found herself on the swinging site during her lunch breaks at work, looking at the endless parade of cocks and imagining what it would be like to feel them all.
One day, she saw a familiar username: "DaddyDave69." Her stomach lurched as she realized it was David and he was live and logged in. He had been using the site while she was at work, probably fucking other women while she worked away at home.
The revelation disgusted her, but it also made her feel a strange sense of empowerment. If he could do it, why couldn't she?
With renewed vigor, she sent a message to another younger man on the site. His profile was even more explicit than Brad's, and she found herself getting wet just reading it. They arranged to meet at a nearby hotel, and she picked out a sexy outfit that left nothing to the imagination.
The encounter was even more intense than the first. The young man, Marcus, was all about her tits and ass. He fucked her in every position she could think of, using her body like it was made for his pleasure. And she loved it.
As the months went by, Linda's appetite for younger men grew. She found herself meeting up with them at all hours of the day, sometimes even while David was at work. She became a different person, a woman who knew what she wanted and took it without apology.
But every time she came home, she felt the guilt settle back in. The house was a reminder of the life she was leading behind her husband's back, the lie she was living. She tried to ignore it, telling herself that she deserved this, that she was just taking what was rightfully hers.
One day, while searching for a new pair of tights to wear for her next rendezvous, she stumbled upon David's laptop while it was logged in to the swinging site, and she couldn't help but look.
Her heart stopped when she saw a message from him to Brad. They had been planning to meet up while she was out. The betrayal cut deep, but it also filled her with anger. If he could do this to her, she could do it to him.
With trembling hands, she sent a message to Brad, arranging to meet up again. This time, she had a plan.
The day pf the meet arrived and when Brad arrived at the hotel room, she was dressed in nothing but the tights and a tiny thong. She knew exactly what he wanted, and she was going to give it to him. But she had something else in mind for David.
"I need you to do something for me," she said, her voice steady.
Brad looked at her, his eyes wide with excitement. "Anything."
"I want you to fuck me while my husband watches," she said, her voice low and filled with need.
Brad's eyes lit up, and he didn't hesitate. He pulled out his phone and called David, telling him to come to the hotel. Linda could hear the surprise in her husband's voice, but he agreed.
When David walked in, his eyes went straight to Brad's cock, which was already standing at attention. Linda could see the lust in his eyes, and she knew she had the upper hand.
"You like what you see?" she taunted, licking her lips.
David could only nod, his eyes never leaving the sight of the younger man's cock.
Brad didn't wait for an invitation. He pushed her onto the bed and began to fuck her, hard and fast. Linda watched her husband's face as he took in the scene, his own cock growing in his pants.
"You want some of this?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
David nodded, unable to speak.
"Then come and get it," she challenged.
David approached the bed, and Linda reached out to stroke his cock. It was small and limp compared to Brad's, and she felt a surge of contempt. But she knew she had to go through with it.
As Brad continued to fuck her, she pulled David closer, taking his cock in her mouth. She could taste his bitterness, his resentment, and she swallowed it down with every stroke.
The three of them continued like that for what felt like hours, a twisted dance of desire and betrayal. When they were all spent, Linda looked up at David, her eyes cold.
"This is what you wanted," she said, her voice filled with disgust. "Now you can have it. But remember, I did this for me, not for you."
With that, she turned her back on him and curled up next to Brad, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She had found what she needed, and she wasn't going to let anyone take it away from her again. She had a love for younger, thicker cock with all the stamina in the world.
Linda the housewife had become a swinger, and she had no intention of going back to her vanilla life. She had been starving for years, and now she had a feast of cocks laid out before her. And she was going to enjoy every single one and David was welcome to watch as she devoured every one. |
