Kerri's breath was ragged and coming in gasps. Her hand was feverishly whipping back and forth across the nub of her clit, while the low humming vibrator was wedged deep inside massaging her sopping cunt to an awesome flood. Her fevered wanking lifting her towards an explosive orgasm. The sound of Joanna's moans swelling in her headphones, responding to Phil's lips locked on her smoothly shaven labia. Then Kerri was cumming, her thighs stiffened and spasmed and her cunt flooded with her sweet juices, a syrup slowly pooling on the dark leather of her favourite chair. A chair that smelled of sweat and cunt juices that had be splashed so liberally on it in recent months.


Kerri's shorts and already damp panties had been lost to the floor the moment she had seen the message from Joanna and Phil in her inbox. As usual, they had posted her a magic little video that let her explore another aspect of what she was coming to know as cunt blistering desire. Her husband of 30 years, Frank would understand her need for such instant gratification but he also knew that he would have to lap up the spoils and help her provide their new fuck friends with an equally inspiring performance. She could hardly wait for him to be home and servicing her needs. Kerri scooped up the cum from the edge of her seat and slowly sucked on the creamy flow of her cunt. How was it that this nectar had always repulsed her? So many wasted years.


Frank's patience was unlimited but it must have taken him a great deal of courage to change her mind on what was normal. Didn't they have three beautiful children and a happy life. They were comfortable and good old couple now that the children had left the nest. So how was it that Kerri was now here in their office, the new most exciting place to fuck her brains out, sharing fantasies with friends from all around the world.


The fight, the catalyst, was such an agony, but from it great pleasure had been born. Kerri reflected on the day her world had began to crumble. Sometimes new foundations needed to be formed. Their successful life was just picture perfect, they had great family, wonderful friends, money, status and supposedly a loving relationship. Hadn't Frank always loved her and been the loving and dutiful partner of more than 30 years? How could he be just sitting there slowly stroking his little prick while engrossed in watching some bimbo tweaking her button on the computer? She had had a right to be furious and demand an answer. When she grabbed his shoulder, she didn't know whether to scream or cry. Getting involved in tacky porn was the last thing on her mind, even though there was always a little tingle when she saw a little exposed flesh or heard the soft mewling of a woman orgasming.


The fumbling attempt to secure himself and shut down the screen made it all so nightmarish that Kerri, turned and fled, expecting him to rush after her and be all sorry and embarrassed. Kerri had a right to some feeble excuse. Instead, he packed up the computer and walked out of the house, leaving her to stew on the injustice of her husbands infidelity. When Frank returned, he looked miserable and she thought him ready to confess his sins and for them to make up and put the foolishness behind them.


"I think it's over honey, I'll pack some things and move out to the cabin for a while, while I make up my mind as to what I want to do," where Frank's first words. Words that just shattered her world. "What do you mean, it's over, what the fuck are you talking about?" flared from Kerri. Frank never fought, he was always sensible and that's why she loved him so. His words floored her. "Well Kerri, I'm a little tired of your boring, sensible cunt, your nana knickers and your Saturday afternoon appointment fucks. Joanna and Phil have shown me a world that fires me up and lets me enjoy every fantasy you have turned off from. Phil fucks Jo's mouth and arse regularly, letting his seed drip, then he'll lick her clean while she cums on his face. Then he'll turn her over and do it again, while Jo tells me what she's feeling, if her clits throbbing or the cum is losing out of her, all the time encouraging me to tease my balls, tug my cock harder and blow a fountain for her. All the time they position their camera so that I can almost taste their juices. When the fuck was the last time you got me off? I eat you out, I toy you, I do everything you want and then get off if I'm lucky. You ever suck my dick clean or even taste your own cunt juice? You're a selfish fuck, and I realise that there are lots of horny older women and couples that want to play over cams and meet if they are close enough and like your flair and imagination. Jo and Phil are one couple that would love to meet up but they live in Britain so there's not much chance, so we cam whenever your on one of your shopping trips. Jo would like to fuck Phil while I ream her arse. Smaller cocks have their uses. I can tell you I have shot plenty of cum for the cam while she has been fucking Phil in his chair while spreading her sweet lubed up arse for me to see. I've loved licking the cream from my fingers and telling her how much I would enjoy her sucking my cock clean. Phil sucks her cunt out and she just moans and convulses all over his face." Franks words were defiant and hard. He stood staring at my face which was contorted in fear and tears.


He softened his expression but said "I love you dearly but I can't remember the last time I came as hard in your pussy as I do, every cam session I have with Jo and Phil or any of the other online friends I have. I have not met up with any of them as yet, but I am thinking about it. I won't just for the moment, but I think you might like to think about whether you can get out of your rut and think, but more importantly act like the horny cunt you were when we first met. You used to love fucking in the car and down at the beach, remember? Here's Jo and Phil's email address, contact them and they might invite you to a cam session. See if Joanna's velvet mouth can encourage you to get wet and adventurous, or watching Phil's throbbing prick spurting cum over her face will help you finger your slit. If you do go online with them, remember to wear decent lacy underwear, trim off your bush and have some lube and your vibrator handy. Who knows you might actually jam it up yourself, maybe even realising that doing it for yourself can be incredibly satisfying. It certainly made me want so much fucking more. You had a great cunt once, but I want it and your moaning mouth and your lubed up arse in glorious cum splattered high definition to share with our friends if you want me in your life." Franks anger had drained from him and he turned and left while Kerri digested his harsh words, mouth agape and tears streaming down her face.


Kerri sat there in the lounge room, tears in her eyes, rocking back and forth. Franks words were an ultimatum, something she had never experienced in all the years of there marriage. She eventually got up, went to the drinks cabinet and got herself s large tumbler of brandy. By the second glass, she took herself to the bathroom and pulled off her clothes until she stood naked before the mirror to slowly appraise her 50 year old body. Kerri's tan lines accented her soft full tits, her belly was a little too full and her pussy was hidden below a mat of straw. Her legs needed a shave but were nice and toned from the gym. Kerri grabbed a chair and sat in front of the mirror. The third brandy saw Frank's beard trimmer come out and start whirring over her upper thighs and commence the trimming of her pubes. The intention was a neat triangle but somehow the symmetry was not right and slowly the tangle disappeared. The vibrations were helping soothe an itch, back and forth on each side of her slit, now with her legs spread wide to tidy the tops of her thighs. Then the trimmer was upside down and the handle was pressed against the top of her now puffy slit. "I'll show you who's boring Frank," she whispered, as the trimmer bore down on her clit and she ground out a strangely satisfying orgasm.

Showering afterwards, Kerri shaved her legs and decided her cunt could be bald too. Out of the shower, into the fluffy bathrobe and back in her bedroom she decided take up Franks challenge and she flipped open her tablet, retrieved the piece of paper with Jo and Phil's email and sat down to frame a message. She wasn't going to let these arsehole steal her husband. She would give them a piece of her mind, but couldn't bring herself to be openly rude. After much thought she simply asked to talk with them online, surely she could size them up there and let them know her feelings. Email sent, and another brandy helped her sleep.

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