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Neglected Wife: The Origin (18+)

Written by Vixen Banks

The day was hot, the harmattan was over and the heat came out with a vengeance. Not a breeze was blowing and the sun beat down mercilessly to bring the temperature up well over bearing point.

I am Bukky DaSilva, thirty years old and married to Shola DaSilva an engineer with one of the multinational oil firms in the country. I am what you would call a ‘’Trophy Wife’’. I am well endowed with a body statistics of 44-32-44. Large boobs and large hips and a beautiful face. I had always liked sex and began having my fill of it in my teens. Being married to Shola was icing on the cake as it meant I had no need to work and all the means to enjoy my lusts and fantasies.

I lay, naked on the couch, on the veranda of my luxurious apartment in Ikoyi, with only a small rechargeable fan blowing warm air over me as there was no electricity and I was too languid to put on the generating set. I longed for coolness, but because I was rubbing my hands over my sexy body, I was only making myself hotter.

I wished that Shola, my husband, would walk in and catch me at my solitary game and get horny enough to want to fuck me right there in the living room with the curtains opened and the neighbours watching. I wasn’t just horny — I was a bit of an exhibitionist too.

The longer I thought of Shola and how he looked with no clothing on and a hard on that he needed to stick up inside of me, the worse I wanted to cum.

The only problem was that Shola had been transferred to an overseas position and he wouldn’t be available to scratch that itch way up inside of me for several months.

I sighed in longing for him — or for any guy who wanted to fuck. My whole body seemed inflamed and I needed release but realized that I would have to adjust to not getting laid whenever I wanted.

I sat on the side of the couch and caught a view of myself in the big mirror. The reflection that I saw was one of a tall woman, big boned but slender with legs that were long; sitting with them spread apart I looked at my own cunt and felt myself getting hotter.

I appraised my boobs and thought to myself that for a woman of thirty I was in pretty damn good shape. My full boobs stood straight out from my well-toned body and the nipples were large and dark with the taut nipples sticking upward. As I thrust my back forward, my tits pointed straight up and I was pleased with the picture of myself in the mirror.

I scooted forward to sit right at the edge of the couch and then I spread my legs as far apart as I could get them. Sitting there, in the most revealing position I could get in and still look at myself, I knew that I would have to relieve myself.

I needed a fuck desperately but since one was not available to me, i felt I would go crazy if I didn’t finger fuck myself. I hadn’t played with myself since i was a girl because I’d had plenty boyfriends along the way who took care of my needs. And then Shola was the answer to my prayers as he was not only wealthy, he was handsome, well -endowed and as horny as me. It was a match made in lust heaven.

I sat and thought for a moment about Shola and his big cock. The image that came to my mind was not of Shola and me but of him alone. I saw in my mental image my husband lying naked by the pool jacking off, the way we had met, and the image served only to make my need for relief even more.

My lust had gotten the better of me at just thinking of my husband’s massive cock jacking off to the sight of me fingering myself and I began to slide my hands up and down my naked body as I automatically began to squirm and respond to the touch of my own hand.

When I brought one hand to play with my already erect nipples, the other one went naturally to my dripping cunt. While I manipulated the nipples with one hand, I began to slide my finger in and out of my wet pussy. Immediately the heat in me increased and I began to ooze the magic fluid in abundance.

As hot juices were seeping from my sex hungry cunt, I changed the finger fucking from a single finger to two, then three and finally all four fingers were bunched together and I was sliding most of their entire length in and out with full strength.

The hand that was working over my tits was hot and dry and even though it stimulated me, I remembered to lick her fingers and leave them slimy with my own spit, then when I began to squeeze and knead that sensitive tissue, the hot wetness from my own mouth added to the wonderful feelings. My need for cock was so great that I splashed cunt juices all over the couch as I came loudly.

The combination of my own fantasy, that of my naked husband jacking himself off by the pool, the fact that I was watching my solo performance in the mirror and my true physical need to come all combined to rush me into a powerful climax.

My muscles began to contract and relax and I knew that I would soon be cumming. Rather than just thrust in and out, in and out, I stopped for a brief moment and rubbed the swollen lump that was my clit. With just the tip of my index finger, I excited myself to new heights. I rubbed and circled the little nub with my finger and when it seemed that I was going to come again, I stopped once more.

Without realizing it at first, I had begun to talk to myself; when I wasn’t uttering words of endearment for my own ears I was groaning with the ecstasy that I was giving myself.

Finally, I closed my eyes to close out the image of myself in the mirror and then concentrated solely on getting off.

I brought myself, time and again, right to the brink but each time I made myself wait. I wanted this orgasm to be a gut-wrenching, mind-blowing climax that would leave me satisfied.

After several minutes of thinking about shola, i let my mind wander to an incident that had occurred years before and dwelled on that sex fantasy for a while.

In the fantasy, I was standing under a bedroom window watching a man please his wife. I had passed through the couple’s backyard in search of mango fruit and only accidentally saw the couple fucking. At first as a fourteen year old girl, I was shocked and then curious, so I had backed up to stand in the shadows of a nearby tree and watch the sex show unfolding before me. The man inside was making passionate and tender love to the woman who lay receptive and eager beneath him.

I had watched in awe as the man had kissed the lady very passionately. I watched him fondle her and whisper softly in her ear. Although his voice was beyond the range of my hearing, I knew that he was telling the lady what he was going to do to her because the woman cried out, “Oh, yes! Do it! Do it to me!” i had become so aroused by the scene in the window that I had masturbated while I watched.

Now, that scene came back to me as i once more was playing with myself. I continued to squirm and wiggle my ass about while I manipulated the wet and needy cunt that l could still see in the mirror.

While working on the now rigid clit and massaging the lips of my cunt, I watched a creamy river pour out of myself.

I needed to finish up because I was getting too excited to continue playing with myself and then prolong the pleasure. My hips got into the action more as I continued thrusting back and forth on my fingers to meet the pressures of my fingers and the pleasure was getting more intense by the moment.

Speaking aloud, I told myself, “Faster baby. Faster. In, can take it, I can do it… I’m going to get it…” as sweat poured from my body and my eyes became bloodshot with lust, and with that I began to come. What I experienced was not a simple, routine relief. I began to experience an orgasm that was so intense I cried out loud my pleasure. That the neighbours might hear me fingering myself into such delights was not a concern. I was too absorbed in the feelings.

I couldn’t have cared less what the neighbours might think; I was too engrossed in the finger fucking I was giving myself to even consider the noises I was making. Moreover, I had already been tagged a slut by the other wives!

I kept pumping my fingers in and out and within a couple of minutes I was cumming again. I began then to hammer my bunched up fingers into my gasping soaking wet pussy and the orgasm went on and on. Fluids gushed from my cunt as i came and came and the slurping noises I made actually caused the climax to last longer.

The sounds I was making changed from rational words to animal sounds of lust and pleasure, “Unnnnnhhh, oh, nnnnnnhhhhhh!”

At length I fell back exhausted and temporarily relieved although i knew that my solo sex sessions were not going to satisfy me; nothing would satisfy me until i had a big stiff cock stuffed up inside of me.

Shola was working in another part of the world; I was constantly horny so I knew I would have to find another man. But how? And where?

Vixen Banks blogs at http://missyerotica.blogspot.com.ng/

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