Dan Pierce: Three-way family

Linda Sawyer had been experiencing the familiar heat between her long, creamy thighs for months now. That steaming heat had been churning progressively hotter. She knew very well what the problem was; she needed a damn good fucking, a real fucking very badly.

Often she became so aroused, especially lately, that she had to caress and fondle her pussy, a habit she had given up years ago. Still she seldom fingered herself to orgasm – with two young children racing about the house day and night, it was difficult to find privacy long enough to make herself come.

Since her divorce two years ago, Linda had been so frustrated sexually, she thought she would have fucked anything available. Yet she had a shy nature. She knew she could not go out, visit those places where she could meet a man. There wasn't anything wrong with her except being so shy. She was still an extremely beautiful woman at thirty-five. She know men looked at her, their eyes wistful, glowing with erotic speculation when she passed them on the street. And, she admitted to herself, she enjoyed being looked at that way. She loved it when the men gazed at her long legs, at the way her ass writhed underneath her skirts and dresses, the way her straining tits jiggled ever so slightly. Yes, she loved it, but she could not bring herself to openly look back at them, to invite further advances.

It was an odd contrast, this shyness and enjoyment of being looked at. She loved to wear clothing that was designed to reveal the lusciousness of her slender, rounded body, clothing that called attention to her. She wasn't a vain woman, but she knew how attractive she was, how creamy smooth her flesh was. She was proud of her long, slim thighs; proud of the way her ass swelled and rounded in a manner mast would call erotic.

Linda's tits were full and round, firm but springy to the touch. Her nipples were pink, and they were very, very sensitive. There were many times when she could hardly stand to have them touched or brushed by a thin blouse or bra. They were unusually long nipples, with delicate, pebbled discs the size of a quarter surrounding them. They were shapely tits, flawless, without evidence of sagging; they strained and thrust boldly before her.

Linda was shy, but she was also extremely erotic-minded. She fantasized often about wild, uninhibited sexual acts. She dreamed of doing things with men that some would consider unusual, odd, maybe perverse. Yet they were not perverse to her – they were exciting.

Even when still married, Linda would fantasize of being involved in all manner of sexual relations, of being in lewd, arousing positions of doing all those delicious things many women were ashamed to so much as mention. But she had never told her husband about those raging desires, ashamed even of having such thoughts.

Linda was still a virgin when she married, but she had a stewing anticipation of being fucked. Although she was all tingly and eager for it, she failed to make herself fully cooperative with her husband. When he screwed her, she would lie beneath him, her long, beautiful legs spread wide, hardly moving her hips at all as he thrust into her. But even then, struggling to control herself, her mind would be racing with erotic thoughts. She would picture herself being placed in all sorts of erotic, exposed positions for her husband, of being fucked in every hole she possessed. While her husband pumped and plunged his cock into her slippery cunt, Linda would think how wonderful it would be if he would only stab his long, thick prick deep into her tight asshole, corn-hole her until she screamed with ecstasy, or that he would hold her cheeks, force his cock into her lips and against her throat, fuck her in the mouth and come, fill her almost to strangling with his thick, pearl-white semen.

During her orgasms, Linda would fight the urge to twist and thrash about violently under him. She would stifle the screams of ecstasy that came from her constricted throat, and force herself to only gasp softly. She seldom, if ever, caressed his back as he fucked her, and never did she touch his ass those times. She always kept her fists clenched tightly at her sides.

Once, she had awakened during the night to find her husband pressed against her back, his cock throbbingly rigid and probing at the crack of her shapely ass. She had felt an immediate thrill through her slim body, and had uncontrollably shoved her buttocks backward against his cock. Her husband had been sleeping, and she had slowly and very carefully writhed her ass against his prick. Somehow, his cock had slipped between the warmth of her ass-cheeks, pressed so deliciously against her tightly clenched asshole. Feeling the head of his prick throbbing at her asshole, Linda had enjoyed an amazing orgasm.

Frank, her husband, had never known about that, and she could not bring herself to tell him. She wanted to, very much, but she was afraid of what he would think of her. He had always been a considerate husband, yet there were times he wanted to try different positions, to experiment with various sexual acts. But despite her raging urge to enter into those things with him, Linda refused. He had pleaded and begged, telling her she was being silly, that anything a husband and wife did was all right. He attempted to have her suck his cock or lick his balls. Linda had blushed furiously and told him she would never do such wicked things. When he had attempted to kiss her pussy, she had violently shoved him away. Frank had become angry with her, and she thought he would actually hit her out of frustration.

That had been the first of many arguments and the beginning of the end of their marriage. Everything else was wonderful, in fact their marriage was ideal, except for her shyness in sex.

She knew she was not the cold, unresponsive woman Frank accused her of being. She wanted desperately to tell him of her secret sexual longings, that she desired all those things he spoke of – but she couldn't because she was too ashamed and shy.

Eventually, this shyness brought about the divorce. Fortunately, Frank still loved her, and they had parted with none of the bitterness others experienced during a divorce. He continued to support her and the children, visiting them without fail at least once a week, often two or three times. Linda felt, if she could get over her shyness, she and Frank would probably get together again. She still loved him as much as always.

Linda masturbated nightly, yet she continued to feel ashamed when she was finished. Ashamed, but with these delicious, erotic thoughts still tumbling about in her mind.

She was becoming more nervous and irritable each day, snapping at Tami and Greg for hardly any reason at all. She felt her son and daughter were drawing from her. They tried, she knew, to do things that would make her happy, please her, but they failed every time. It was not their fault, she knew, but hers. Once, they had said – could it have been in anger? – they didn't want to live with her anymore, that they wanted to go and live with their father.

That had hurt her.

Tami and Greg had become so much closer in the last two years, and they seldom fought and bickered the way other brothers and sisters did. They went to the movies together often, and when they were at home, spent most of their time in their rooms. Linda could hear them whispering and giggling in the room behind the closed door, but she was glad enough to be alone, glad that they shut the door and let her be by herself. She enjoyed being alone, with her erotic, exciting visions and thoughts.

Today, this afternoon, both Tami and Greg were out someplace, probably in the forest behind the huge, old-fashioned house. Her son and daughter spent a great deal of time there during the summers, but she didn't mind. It was safe enough for them.