She was, of course, blissfully unaware of what her husband and their daughter had been getting up to, only a few miles away. Although, to be fair, why would she be aware? The horrendous truth of what they were doing, was so outrageous, so extraordinary, so unbelievable, it would never have even crossed her mind. She knew her husband and child had a special bond, but not that kind of bond.
Annie was a homemaker, a housewife, a full time mom; although she spent precious little of that time looking after the family home. A cleaner came in twice a week and took care of that. Annie spent most of her days in a kind of stupefied indolence. Sometimes she went out and met with friends. She played the occasional game of tennis, or other games. But a lot of time was spent on her own. She was lonely. She was bored. But more and more often these days, she was so fucking horny.
She couldn’t explain her raging libido. Annie had always enjoyed a healthy appetite when it came to sex, Ray could certainly vouch for that, but recently her desires had exploded. She didn’t think it was some strange early manifestation of the menopause; she was surely too young for that. Whatever the cause, it was real and it was problematic. She was getting so turned on all the time, she had to rub herself off at least two or three times a day.
She had been feeling frisky all morning, even as she had made breakfast in her pyjamas and robe. Once she was alone, she headed straight to her room, to find herself stood before a full length mirror at the foot of her bed. She and Ray liked to watch themselves as they fucked. So many times she had seen herself, naked, on her hands and knees; her big, burly husband behind her, his thick cock brutally pounding away at her cunt or her ass, her huge tits swinging back and and forth in rhythm with his thrusting hips.
That was one use she had for that mirror. But there was another. Annie had a little secret, a little weakness. Something she had kept from everyone, even from her husband. Whenever she could, whenever she was alone, she liked to disrobe in front of that mirror. She supposed she had a peculiarly robust narcissistic streak. A not inconsiderable thread of physical vanity that was laced through her, like the marbling of a rich chocolate cake. Annie got hugely turned on by the sight of her own body.
To be honest you could hardly blame her, she did have quite the body. A combination of good genes, a healthy diet and plenty of exercise, had gifted her with the most extraordinary physique. Sometimes, when she was talking to Ray, she would say she was fat; but she knew that was nonsense. She was simply fishing for compliments, yearning for praise. She knew what she had. She was curvaceous. She was buxom. She was sumptuous. She was thicc.
Annie slowly undid her pyjama top, the enticing curves of her breasts becoming more and more visible with every loosened button. Finally, she pulled the silken halves apart, unveiling in all their glory, the epic magnificence of her overwhelming tits. Her other twins, as she sometimes jokingly referred to them. They burst free, two huge, succulent cantaloupes of creamy flesh, topped off with surprisingly small, pink nipples. If you liked big ol’ titties, the sight of these would make you feel like you had died and gone to big boob heaven.
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