1. He's Hiding On The Balcony


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: Voyeur, Author: flytoomuch, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    night of fun without the kids. Who would guess they were on the prowl for a fuck-buddy for the Mrs? Carol squeezed her husband’s hand to reassure him they were doing the right thing. “It will be okay. This is what you have always wanted Paul. It’s what we both need.” Paul looked at his wife sceptically. Was it he wondered? Surely it was. Things couldn’t get worse could they? The anger and frustration that had built between them over the years needed to be expunged. His enormous debt to his wife and her deep resentment needed to be dealt with? The guilt they both felt? Where else could it all lead? This had to be the answer. The nervous husband had to admit his wife looked so radiant in her sexy mini skirt outfit. He glanced. Yes she was positively toxic tonight. Her long slender toned legs, the sexy mini skirt, the flirtatious top, her shoulder-length brunette hair so lush and wavy, her brown eyes sparkling—yes his wife looked beyond amazing. Tonight with a single kiss Carol could have the man she desired. Surely any man would be infected by her sexy charm and would be unable to resist her. Carol smiled. She leaned in close. Paul could smell her rich earthy yet teasingly floral perfume. “Paul….” Her voice was a low husky sultry whisper. “I have to be honest with you sweetheart.” His heart was thumping like a truck’s piston in his chest. “I’ve been fantasizing about fucking other men for years.” The look on his face revealed how momentarily stunned her husband was. She wanted ...
    to laugh. Sometimes men are truly dumb as a post she thought. The newly playful wife decides to push it a bit more. “Those guys at the gym who try to pick me up. I fantasize about fucking them a lot because you never touch me.” It felt like huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Carol’s face flushed hot pink. She’d wanted to tell him for so long. She’d always been too afraid. Society was so harsh on women. So much was expected of them. First, she had to be the perfect girlfriend. Next, a woman played the role of the perfect fiancé. With the ring a woman became the perfect wife. In the final evolution a woman became the perfect mother. Every single role diminished a woman’s sexuality. Each role denied all her sexual fantasies except the most tame and pedestrian ones. Each chosen version of female “perfection” required a highly limited amount of sex and fucking. Oh god how Carol knew her pussy had suffered. How badly had her pink slit been deprived to feed her personae of perfection? Now, tonight, she felt a heavy weight coming off her shoulders. How light and airy her spirit felt. Carol finally sensed she was being liberated as a woman. She giggled for no reason at all. She skipped lightly in her heels. The sexy looking wife pulled her husband into the car to take them to Kuta. Carol’s sexual confession was brutal. Her honesty was like a hammer blow to Paul. The truth of her statement hit him in the gut. She wanted to fuck other men? His perfect wife fantasized about ...
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