1. Sisterhood of Sin -- 14 -- The Courage Jars


    Date: 11/22/2014, Categories: Anal, Author: LastWife, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    finally understand what went wrong with our sex life before I joined the sisterhood. The only sex we had was boring sex. It was loving sex, and that has its virtues, but there was nothing naughty about it. We were quiet, to keep the kids from hearing. We didn't do anything kinky, because we either weren't aware of the possibilities, or were just too inhibited to suggest them to each other. We didn't explore our dark sides. We didn't grow as sexual partners. We only grew as employees, the parents of our children, and postponers of gratification until the distant days of our 'Golden Years'. And now the sisterhood has both liberated us and damaged us further, well damaged me at least. But I have learned the rules that allow me to forgive myself. I can go to the edge, but no further, and have good sex. I only need to learn where the edge is. Unfortunately, I think that I'm becoming addicted to Internet porn. When I think I'm safe from prying eyes, surf through images of men and women in chastity, or bound, or even wrapped in cling wrap with only their genitals exposed. I see them stimulated to the edge of orgasm and then denied the final push over that edge. Or sometimes I seen them hit with whips or canes. I ask my shrink about my viewing habits, but she thinks it will pass as each of my quirks is 'rationalized', and she thinks I'm making great progress. The chronic masturbation has abated quite a bit. I still get inappropriate fantasies at inopportune times. I can be listening ...
    to any of my male coworkers during a business meeting and get a sudden disturbing image of him naked on the conference table with his cock caged and with two of my latex-gloved fingers in his ass or with his face buried in my pussy and his tongue licking Gabe's cum from it. One guy in particular has my attention. He's an arrogant prick who thinks he's God's gift to women, but I had no dominating carnal desires toward him until I heard office gossip that he is cheating on his wife with one of the younger women in Accounting. Now I visualize making him beg to be pegged with my strapon. I alert Kyra about his cheating and she puts a team on it. They confirm the gossip and that his wife is a "good girl", a devoted mother who may think she has a happily-ever-after marriage. She looks like a good candidate for the sisterhood and we want to keep him employed with my company, so Kyra positions a 'friend' to monitor her and pick up the pieces if his wife detects his infidelity. If they were worth more to us, we might arrange to cause that detection, but so much can go wrong that we prefer not to intervene until she needs us. But at least I've stopped sneaking into the ladies room at work and rubbin' my nubbin. My shrink has helped to alleviate much of the guilt I felt and she continues to encourage our special nights, which we've switched to Fridays. To keep from masturbating during the weekends, I wear my chastity belt except when I sleep or when Dan wants sex, or unless I have to go ...
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