Cuckolding Housewife Lady Sonia
Lady Sonia was naked. Quite naked.
She trembled slightly at the thought of what was to come.
She bowed her head and looked down at her naked body. She looked longingly at
her heavy, full nippled, breasts, her tits, as she always thought of them. Not
as firm as when she was younger, but she thought that the fullness, the
heaviness, the slight but undeniable sagging, only added to their desirability.
After all, having turned thirty she could hardly expect to be as pert as when
she was eighteen. And, of course, when she was eighteen she was not as
worldly-wise as she was now: everything comes with a price after all!. Her gaze
continued over her softly rounded belly to her mound. Her smooth, shaven,
mound. She wondered just how long it was since she had had any pretensions to a
bush of any kind. Certainly the years of shaving, of waxing had given brief
discomforts but the inevitable effect of the continued assault on her lower
regions had finally had the effect of giving her a very minimum growth. A low
maintenance growth, she thought, and smiled. After all, she loved to feel her
smoothness and she knew that her partners had always enjoyed the sensation. The
touch of fingers, especially her own fingers, on her full lips, her moist inner
lips, and especially her prominent clitoris, always excited her. She always
thought of her soft moist areas as her ‘special’ place, her special ‘pleasure’.
After all, how many people had told her, over the years, that she had a superb
pussy, a superb cunt. Finally satisfied with her self inspection she had to
agree with her initial thoughts: she did have a desirable body.
Now it was time. She stepped forward into the icy cold shower, feeling the
biting needles of water hitting her front, her tits, her nipples, making them
hard and erect. Not perhaps the hardness of arousal, not as sensitive as that,
but nevertheless pleasurable. The cold stream ran down over her belly and into
and around her folds, making them less heated, less engorged than just a few
brief moments ago. She shivered at the coldness but continued, turning round in
the shower for a full five minutes, as was her usual custom. Then she turned on
the hot water, grateful to feel a warmth seep into her. The cold punishing
needles of the first few minutes changed into warm, hot, pulses across her
shoulders and down her back as she slowly began to soap herself. Satisfied she
turned around and allowed the fine spray to concentrate on her tits, on her
nipples which responded to this new sensation with a pleasing fullness, a
pleasing surge of sensation. As she soaped her front, lifting each tit in turn
and soaping around it, enjoying the pleasure, she felt an increasing warmth in
her loins. As always, she enjoyed the luxury of the hot water, moving slowly,
reluctantly, from her heavy tits down to her waiting labia. Read more…









