That Old Shoebox in Your Husband’s Closet
“Have you practiced what we worked on together?” asked Lo.
Sylvia looked up and asked, “Touching myself?”
Lo nodded yes.
Sylvia nodded yes.
“And?” asked Lo.
Sylvia just shook her head.
“Tell me. You can tell me,” said Lo.
“I’ve tried a couple of times — rubbing my pussy like you did, even fingering myself — but it just wasn’t the same. I still felt self-conscious about it. Once or twice it got me stimulated. I mean, I was getting wet from it, but it just left me aching for more. I couldn’t, I didn’t cum.”
“Did you try doing it for Clyde?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, when he came home or when you both got into bed, did you rub your pussy? Did you spread your legs for him and start rubbing one out? Did you tell him how much you just want to be fucked and fucked hard and pounded till you were satisfied?” (Just saying these words was getting Lo wet.)
Sylvia blushed a little and shook her head no. “Do you do that?” she asked.
“Oh, all the time,” said Lo. “The other night H.H. and I were on the couch watching TV and I was so horny. All I had on was my black silk negligée and my panties. H.H. got up to get another beer and when he came back in the living room I was lying with my legs spread, pushing my panties to one side, and rubbing my pussy lips for him. I was telling him how much I wanted it and he said, ‘Lo, the blinds are open. Everyone in the neighborhood can see you!’ I said, ‘Good. They get a free show.’ A truck actually pulled up and parked right in front of the windows and I just continued stroking my cunt and then I started fingering myself. I said, ‘Fuck me or I’ll do it myself right here.’ I could see H.H.’s cock bulging in his pants. Despite how much he pretends to be aghast at my behavior, I know that deep down he likes it. He said, ‘OK, Lo. If you want to be an exhibitionist, get on your knees and blow me.’ I looked up at him and said, ‘I thought you’d never ask.’ Before I was even done with that sentence I was on the floor, undoing his belt buckle and pulling down his pants. I pulled out his hard cock and took it in my mouth, right in front of the living room windows. I sucked him for a while and then he told me to get in the bedroom and spread my legs. As he was shutting off the TV and the lights of the living room, I ran in the bedroom and got naked and began working at my wet pussy with a couple of fingers. He came in and, as he likes to do, took out his camera and shot a few photos of me. Then he had me like a wild animal.”
As Sylvia listened, her doe-like eyes widened. “Do you really think that would work?” she asked.
“Like a charm, every time,” said Lo. After a moment of silence, Lo said, “Does Clyde watch porn?”
Sylvia blushed again. She clearly felt torn. After a moment of considering the ethical dilemma she said, “I’ve never told anyone this, but I found a shoebox of porno DVD’s in his closet. I don’t know if or when he looks at it, but I found it there about a year ago when I was trying to do some spring cleaning.”
“Did you watch them?”
Sylvia was taken aback by the suggestion.
“I mean,” clarified Lo, “were you interested at all in what gets him off?”
Sylvia said, “No, I just put them back where I found them.”
“Go get them.”
[Excerpt from the story, “Chicks & Dicks,” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]