A Day in the Life of a Nasty Milf

Dang it, here I am, sitting in this long assed, boring PTO meeting listening to these women…..little girls it seems at times,  arguing over some silly fund raiser to buy Holiday decorations.   The only good thing that comes of these is waiting for the claws to come out during those cat fights, find out who is doing who’s husbands.  That is how it usually ends up, people so mad, the secrets spill.

Oh, these prissy ladies. Bet they would run and hide if they ever seen a true cock.  Not one of those things that gets pressed upagainst them in the middle of the night, but a true, long, hard, throbbing Cock.  Like the one I saw last……I bet none of them would ever have the guts to do what I have been doing.   Nor would they ever be wearing what I am right now.   That is another thing about these meetings, this is such a fun little diversion.   Sitting here, wearing my sexiest lingerie, looking around, deciding who else would or is, and  which ones here would do what I do. 

Looks around, well, probably no one, no one would be so bold to do what I do at night.

She drifts back, mind taking her to the events of last night.  On that web site she had discovered.  Then she remembered the dayshe discovered it.  How she found it while snooping on her husband’s home computer.  When she first discovered the site it was a little shock, but it was intriguing.  She had never really thought about checking out a porn site.   Oh, she had seen her share of magazines growing up, friends would bring them to overnights, browsing and wishing one day they could look like the models ondisplay.   She remembered the joking and laughs they all got talking about those girls that did that sort of thing.  Letting men, large groups of men, strangers see them……naked.   Ewwwww.

She also remembered the little thrill she would get as she drifted off to sleep those nights thinking about what it would be like to let men see her….naked.

I guess it never really left me, did it?

It took a little time as she was looking over the models on that web site, but soon she realized, these women were not paid models, they were regular women, girlfriends, singles, but mostly, housewives looking for a little spice, a little adventure.  Andthen it all hit her, those memories from years ago, and she felt that old feeling, that little ache inside her, and the small seed of her own desires sprout just a little, start its germination.

She looked around the site some more and seen it was a voyeur site, but not like peek into windows at night place, but more like being able to peek into other peoples lives, see them just as they are, and some even naked.   This was so hot.   Then she discovered they had men that posted pictures of themselves too.   It was wild, she had never even thought that men would do this also.   Oh my, look at this one.   Now that is a piece of lumber.   And look at his gun, I wonder how many times he has shoot that thing, and on who, or even inside of.

She committed the address for this place to memory and cleared the browser and tried to go on with the rest of her day, but the idea still lingered, would she be able to do it?  She did have a couple of polaroid’s her husband took of her. 

After struggling for an hour or two, she finally gave in, there was no way she was going to be able to concentrate on cleaning the house and making a grocery list in this state.

She made sure the house was empty, the doors were closed, all were locked, no interruptions and laid back on her bed and let her mind go, let it drift off to those thoughts of those nasty girls, doing those ewwww things of letting men see them…….naked.

And her thoughts drifted and as they did she worked her hand inside the Tee she was wearing, pulling down her bra, she used her other hand to open the jeans to allow her to move around a little better but she would start on the outside of the jeans first, saving what is inside for the finale.

In her mind, she saw herself there, laying on the bed, like a magical camera was floating around her, taking pictures for others to see.  She slowly caressed her tits, teasing, tickling until she could feel her large, turgid nipples stiffen up, get harder, causing little flashes of electric travel through her body. 

She raises her shirt just a little and dreamed she was flashing a trucker on the highway.  The thought alone caused another jolt to run through her body.   She squeezed her tits, just like a man would do, rough and hard, thinking that was what the trucker that was staring at her tits wanted.  She could see the excitement in his eyes, he couldn’t believe it.  Then it occurred to her, if his face was that excited……what would his dick look like?   With that, she decided that not only her tits needed attention, but her pussy did also.

She couldn’t shake it, that thought of a stranger seeing her naked tits hanging out and found it exciting, and if her tits were out, what about…………   While stroking her thighs over her jeans, a thought formulated, what if she did do one of those photoshoots, one like on that site, what would she do, lingerie, just street clothes, sexy, tease, wide open with no shame, all of me, just my tits like that trucker.   Oh, what to do, so many things I could do.  But first, I need to take care of myself before I can think.

She decided she need a little cover first, lingerie it was, but I will need to change.  Hmmm, might as well start like a stripper, give a little bump and grind just to get things started.   She turned on her sexy playlist, the music she used to get herself in the mood.   And she started shedding her clothes.  This was so different this time, this is in the daylight, and not just for the husband, this was out here in the open, for all those men. So nasty!  She danced around, shaking her tits, her ass, slowly removing her jeans.   She kicked them off and danced around the room in her panties.  She bent over the bed slightly, thinking like a dancer in a strip club, all the men getting more and more turned on, seeing her panties.   And she was giving them an extra show she was sure; she could feel the dampness between her legs so those panties surely would have a little wet spot in the crotch.

She couldn’t believe the excitement she felt when that thought developed in her mind. Showing off her wet spot to strangers.   Iguess it is the idea this is no longer a secret like all those other times she has gotten wet and only she herself knew the damage to her panties.

She then took off her Tee and now her tits were hanging out, her bra pulled down below.  She reached back and released the final clasp and now they were free, totally free to shake around in the cool air of the room.   She reached up, grabbed each in hand and worked them, kneading them.   She let her fingers move down to the nipples and she started rolling them between her fingers.   She pinched at them, feeling the jolts of pain, easing off, and then again.  Over and over, she never tired of this.  She then saw it again, the men, men looking at her with hunger in their eyes and hard cocks in their crotches.  

She danced a little more, wanting to give them a real show.  She passed her bedroom window and she stopped……….she stared……….she wondered………..do I have the guts?   With her pussy leaking like a sieve, and her nipples harder than she can remember, she slowly opened the blinds and pulled back the curtains.   She stood there looking out at the street.  She saw people walking around and she knew, all it would take was one person to look up and she would be seen, tits in hands.   Maybe from across the street, the old man sitting in his bedroom would look over, drop his teacup, grab his cock, and……have a heart attack seeing her there in her panties.

She looked over the scene below her and there were now a large group of men as if magically appearing and they were all staring up at her.  The look, she knew she had to do something to help them.  She smiled at them, waved her tits, and stepped a little closer to the window.  She bent over and pressed her pantied ass against the cool glass.   She could almost hear the gasp that came from the men.

She slowly rubbed her ass up and down over the glass.  She could hear a little squeaking sound that took a while to figure out.  It is her wetness, the soaking wet crotch of her panties rubbing against the glass making that sound.   After several minutes, shewanted to see the effect she was having on the men.  She turned,  looked down and was greeted by a sight she never thought she would ever see in her life.   These men all have their cocks out, pulling hard on their dicks, and they were all licking their lips, all wanting to be licking her wet cunt.

She lifted her tits to her lips and watched the reaction that took place.   As if like a bundle of firecrackers going off, one after another the men shot load after load of steaming cum from their cocks.   It was like a never-ending fountain, that white pearly liquid spurting, and spurting out of the tip it was  almost too much for her to take.  She stumbled backward to the bed, falling back, her legs opened wide almost automatically, she pulled those panties to the side and started working her clit like never before.   She rubbed back and forth, not soft caressing now, the thoughts all are exploding in her head.  She rubbed hard, thinking of men, men actually seeing her naked.  She plunged one finger inside her thinking that men would really shoot a load looking ather.   She used both hands, one for her clit, her other using now two fingers in her pussy.   Thoughts of what she just did, she opened her window and walked close to it, even though she knew no one could see, in her mind, she saw a group of men watching her, not only watching her, but……jacking off, cumming just by seeing her naked.  Her clit is hard and raw, each time herfinger passed, it was like a jolt of electric.  Now with two fingers deep inside her, searching for that elusive spot, her pinky was searching for that even nastier spot, that one she teased when she was feeling like a dirty, nasty girl, and she massaged her asshole thinking about all the men in the world watching, focusing in on her.

She could feel it coming, it started in her clit, moved to her belly, flowed out of her pussy, up to her tits, and back down to her assand back again.  She was working hard, sweat pouring from her brow, her whole body was bathed in wetness, some from thesweat, others, the river of liquid spewing from her wide opened cunt.   Then the screaming started, the convulsions, the tears.   She curled up tightly in a ball, and then opened up and legs spread.  Curled up, spread wide.   Head moving back and forth, arms flailing about. Finally, she curled up once more, feeling the cool air of the A/C blowing across her wet pussy and ass.   She was in a tight ball, as if trying to capture those little waves, convulsions in her belly, and keep them there to go on, and on forever.

Waking up after a little post climax nap, she got up and closed the curtains, walked to the bathroom, and looked at the mess she had become in the mirror.  It was then and there after seeing the little smile on her face she decided, yes, she was going to have to post a picture or two on that site, if just to dream about men looking at her just like this afternoon.

The gavel crashing, women screaming, you bitch!  Well, I fucked your husband so there!

Oh, back to reality huh?  Well, all you prissy ladies, she thought,  I have your men watching me play with my tits, my pussy each night at bathtime and they cum for me, when I tell them to, so there!