Alle Kapitel von Wet,willing and forbidden(a smut collection): Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 16

Eight months had passed since my husband Don last touched me properly. Sex had become a distant memory. A quick, awkward fumble on my 53rd birthday left me frustrated and staring at the ceiling while he snored. I’m Ruth, 53 years old, living a quiet life in Penarth, just outside Cardiff. I’m five foot three with short nut-brown hair, a round friendly face, twinkling green eyes, and plump lips. I’ve gained soft curves over the years. My belly is slightly round, my hips wider, my thighs thicker. Yet my heavy DD breasts still sit proudly, full and soft, giving me a warm, sensuous look.Don barely noticed me anymore. He worked long hours, ate the meals I cooked, and fell asleep in front of the television. Everywhere I turned, sex taunted me. It made my neglected, hairy pussy throb with constant aching need.Then one warm summer morning during the school holidays, everything changed. I stood at my upstairs bedroom window in my thin flannelette nightie when I spotted their 18-year-old son,

Lila smiled seductively as she slipped out of her lace underwear, letting the damp fabric drop to the floor. Her smooth, shaved pussy glistened with arousal. She stepped toward Marcus, nuzzling her face against his broad, hairy chest. She could feel his strong heartbeat thudding under the coarse chest hair as his muscular arms enfolded her naked body. He kissed the top of her head tenderly before his large hands roamed down her shoulders and along the curve of her spine, coming to rest on the plump, firm cheeks of her ass. He squeezed possessively.Lila tilted her face upward. Marcus smiled down at her, his eyes dark with lust, and leaned in. Their lips met in a soft kiss that quickly turned hungry. She felt tiny and protected in his powerful arms as their tongues danced, tasting each other deeply. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest. The kiss grew urgent, wet, and desperate. Soft whimpers escaped her throat as she pressed her full breasts against him, her hard nipples dragging acr

The room was utterly pitch black, the old wooden house creaking softly around us like it was breathing in time with our ragged gasps. Shadows swallowed everything except the faint outline of the bed and the heat radiating between our bodies. The distant sounds of laughter and moaning from the kitchen had faded hours ago. Everyone else was lost in their own drunken haze. Diana was probably still in there, legs spread wide on the table, taking load after load from the last three guys like the eager little slut she was.But we had escaped to this small middle room with its sagging bed and no door to close. Our mouths crashed together the moment we stumbled inside, a messy, desperate kiss full of tongues sliding wetly, teeth clicking, saliva dripping down our chins. We couldn’t speak, only moan filthy encouragement into each other’s mouths as hands tore at clothes.I ripped her tight T-shirt up and over her head, then unclasped her bra with shaking fingers. Her firm, perky B-cup breasts b