Cindi Rebel - The horny housewife

The morning was warm and sunny, so after Vera had gotten her son off to school, she was free to relax and enjoy herself for a while. She always liked this time of day, between getting John out of the house, and starting her housework. She kept her house clean so it didn't really take her long to do the little bit of housework left. Afterward, she was sitting at the vanity table in her bedroom, finishing her hair and make-up. Vera looked at her reflection in the mirror and was pleasantly satisfied with the results. She stood up and removed her robe, which was all that she had on, and walked to her full-length mirror and surveyed her naked body.

Vera Bennett was 33 years old, stood 5'4" tall and weighed 115 pounds. She had dark blond hair, an oval face with regular features and her measurements were 38-26-38. Her tummy was flat as a plate due to exercising daily. Vera loved to ride her bicycle every morning, and then twice a week she would go to the local health club for aerobics. As she continued to look at her body in the mirror, Vera frowned slightly. She liked to keep looking good, but it didn't seem to make any difference anymore. Very little mattered anymore. Her husband had died suddenly the year before, and she didn't have any desire to go out and socialize with the single people she knew.

Vera had always taken pride in the knowledge that she had never cheated on her husband, and she didn't see any reason to change just because he had died. She still loved him, and missed him terribly. George had been a wonderful lover right up until the day that he had died. Now, a year later, Vera's body was beginning to tell her that it wanted the same release it had always enjoyed. She had tried to ignore the growing need between her legs, but it became harder and harder to do as the flames in her cunt grew hotter and hotter.

Vera felt the desire in her slit grow as her hands caressed her breasts. She closed her eyes and let her right hand gently cover her hot, throbbing pussy. With her left hand on her breasts, and her right hand on her cunt, Vera stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed. She could see her reflection in the mirror as she slid her middle finger deep into her hot, hungry gash, and started moving it around and flicking it across her tingling clit.

"Oooooh, uuuuummm," she started to moan softly as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror.

Her legs were raised and her thighs spread as her finger worked in and out. She was pumping her hips into her hand as the muscles in her tummy tightened, and she brought herself quickly to a trembling climax.

"Ooooh, uuuuuumrnm, uuuuunnnnngggghhhh, I'm aiming, I'm aiming." She moaned to the mirror as wave after wave of orgasm rolled over her.

"Uuummmm, yes, I'm aiming good," she whispered, her half-lidded eyes staring at her reflection, as she felt her slick cum flow into her shuddering cunt.

Vera kept her finger buried deep inside her cunt while the explosions rolled through her. When they finally stopped she slowly removed her finger and lowered her legs to the bed. Her thighs were still spread wide, and she felt the satisfied, relaxed muscles in her tummy quivering while she lay with her eyes closed.

Then Vera burst into tears at the thought of what she had done. This wasn't the first time she had masturbated in the morning. She had started doing it almost daily about a month before. She needed the sexual relief that it gave her now that her husband was dead, but she also knew that she needed a man instead of her finger. Vera wasn't opposed to masturbation, but she didn't want it as an alternative to a man for the rest of her life. When Vera finally stopped crying she got up off of the bed, went into the kitchen, and poured herself a cup of coffee.

She would often walk about the house naked when she was alone, enjoying the freedom that being naked gave her beautiful tanned body. Now she stood in her kitchen and thought about how her life was going. She had a nice house, her son John kept the lawns mowed and trimmed, and there was a swimming pool in the back yard where she would lay in her bikini and relax in the warm sun. Vera was comfortable, but also frustrated and lonely. When she finished her coffee she went back to her bedroom to get ready to go out riding her bicycle. She put on a thin white halter top, and a pair of green shorts that were comfortable without being restrictive of her movements. She knew that if her nipples got hard they would be seen in her halter, and if anyone got very close they could see the dark outline of her nipples whether they were hard or not. She also knew that the shorts did more to show off her ass than cover it. Vera checked herself in the mirror, smiled her approval, and went out to the garage.

She liked to ride in the early morning, and she smiled at a few men who yelled or whistled at her when they saw her ride by with her head down and her ass in the air. She enjoyed teasing the men, but she never stopped to talk, only smiled and waved as she rode by. This day Vera rode away from the suburban housing area where she lived, and was soon peddling along a quiet country road. She felt free and at ease out here in the warm morning air. She had ridden her bicycle for about an hour when she decided to stop and rest. She was sweating and breathing hard as she walked her bike to a small stream that ran by the road. She rinsed her face with water from the stream, and then returned to the road to ride home.

Suddenly Vera realized that she had a problem.

The rear tire on her bicycle was going flat.

"Oh shit!" She yelled as she realized that she would have to walk all the way home.

Vera started pushing her bicycle down the road. It wasn't really a hard walk, and she soon found herself enjoying it as she walked along the quiet, tree-lined road, and heard the birds in the trees. She had been walking for about twenty minutes when she heard a car coming down the road behind her. She moved off the road to let the car pass her, but it stopped beside her instead.

"Having trouble?" The driver of the car asked.

"Yeah, flat tire," she responded with disgust.

' 'Let me help you. I live in the farm house about a mile ahead. I can fix your tire there, and you can have a cool drink while you wait," he said.

"Why, thank you, that would be wonderful," Vera accepted with a thankful smile.

The driver of the car's name was Tom. He loaded Vera's bike in his trunk and drove to the farm house he had told her about.

"I didn't know that this far was still being worked," Vera said casually.

"Yes, it still is. I own the land, but I rent it out to a big outfit and they actually run the place. I live in the house, but I'm not much of a farmer. This just gives me an excuse to live out here away from everybody else." Tom said as he led the way into the house.

He got Vera and himself each a large glass of ice tea, and then led the way back to the car. Vera held his tea while he got her bike out of the truck and carried it into the work shed by the house.

Tom quickly dismantled the tire and got the tube ready to patch.

"Nothing to do now but wait for the glue to dry," he said when he had finished. "Come on, I'll show you the rest of the place."

Vera liked Tom as soon as she had met him. He was about 30 years old, stood 6' tall, and was in good, trim shape. He had short black hair, dark skin, and strong features. Vera felt herself relaxing while he led her around the house and showed it to her. They finally ended up in the back yard where he had a nice swimming pool.

"This is where I spend most of my time," he said.