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The lustful thoughts that the closeness of their two bodies had generated in Mai would not go away. “Take a cold shower,” she told herself. “Maybe that will help.”
After she’d finished undressing, Maria looked herself over in the full length mirror that hung from the bedroom door. She squeezed and then lifted her breasts; near perfect little orbs of flesh that amazed her to no end.
“Almost forty years old,” she told herself. “And still as perky as they were when I was eighteen. Then Mai giggled. “Not much there to sag in the first place,” she thought.
Mai flicked her right nipple and groaned. What would her husband, Frank, think about her lustful behavior?
Mai knew Frank was a good man. Always provided for her and James. They wanted for nothing. But, he did not have much imagination when it came to sex. It was the missionary position with him and only the missionary position. Just climb on, pump a few times, spend his load and climb off. That was Frank to a tee.
Mai had often wished she could persuade Frank to try other positions. “But, no,” she thought. “He refused to even consider any of my suggestions when it came to my sexual needs.”
Mai made her way into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She shivered mightily when the first jets of cool water hit her feverish skin and for a moment, the sinful thoughts about her stepson had vanished. But then they returned with a vengeance.
As Mai ran her soap filled sponge over her breasts, her nipples came back to life, harder than she’d known them to be in a long, long time. She felt an uncontrollable stirring deep inside, thrilling her yet, frightening her at the same time. Thoughts of her stepson doing unmentionable things to her body left her weak and panting.
“I wish James were here right now,” Mai thought as she absentmindedly tweaked her nipples. Guilt and desire spread throughout her body. She guided the sponge slowly downward, applying the soap to her stomach and sides in small, deliberate circles.
Mai knew she loved her husband but, she also knew that when it came to their bedroom activities, Frank was most often as selfish as that Scrooge character in that Christmas story
“I bet I could get James to do things that Frank would never think about doing.”
Mai dropped the sponge just as she was making her first pass over her mound. Her fingers slithered through her dense forest of pubic hair, searching for her clit. The second she found her swollen bud, she knew there was no turning back. Her need for a mind bending climax took control of her soul.
She captured her hood covered clit between the fingertips of her right hand and squeezed slightly. Hesitantly, she pushed them downward, squeezed a bit harder and then relaxed the pressure on her hard bud of desire before sliding them back up.
Mai paused and for a brief second to ponder the rightness and the sinfulness of the act she was in the process of committing. Then, as if her hand had a mind of its own, her fingers made that same trip down and then back up the hard ridge beneath that fleshy hood.