Getting Down A Dirty

Just an ordinary day in the life of a horny housewife

I do love being a stay-at-home mum. At thirty-five there’s plenty of time to go back to work. But for now, I’m happy with doing all the school-runs and keeping the family home running like a well-oiled machine. It’s not all I do. Three days a week I go to the gym, where I work on my legs, bum, and tummy after jogging on the treadmill.

I’ve always been, and always will be, loyal to my husband, but just as I revelled in the attention I used to get in bars and clubs when I was in my twenties, I now revel in the attention I get at the gym. Nobody hits on me, but the lingering gazes are no less subtle.

After taking the kids to school and seeing them in safely, I arrived at the gym already aroused. My husband hadn’t been near me in a week, due to working late. Being the good wife that I am, I twice drained the stress out of him with my mouth while I went without. The sacrifices we make, hey.

My arousal heightened when I unzipped my hoodie and caught a young lad in his twenties looking straight at my 34DD bust, which was secured tightly by a black sports bra. I didn’t mind. My tits have always been the first thing people notice about me.

I cast him a knowing smile as he looked away with a guilty expression, only to catch him again out the corner of my eye when I tied my long, brown hair into a high ponytail. I even turned slightly to give him a better view of the toned buttocks and legs I’d trained up.

He took the bait, gazing up and down the length of my matching black leggings as I put my hoodie, phone, and car keys into a locker. I wondered for a moment if he was thinking what I was thinking, him bending me over, his hands gripping my trim waist as he pounded me hard and deep from behind. He looked so strong and virile.

Judging from the way he kept staring at my tits, maybe he was imagining me on my knees in the shower, giving him a soapy tit-job while I looked up at him with my blue eyes and diamond wedding ring glinting. I smiled and made my way to the treadmills, feeling the gentle bounce of my heavy bust.

The bounce only got worse when I started jogging, and so did my arousal. The sexual energy usually came after my workout, but not today. I could feel myself getting wet between my thighs as filthy thoughts of that young guy owning me in the shower kept coming up.

After twenty minutes on the treadmill, I moved to the machines and started working hard on my legs, bum, and tummy. It helped take my mind off things. But as I finished with some stretching on the mats, I could feel that unmistakable throbbing between my legs again, that moist swell calling me.

The second I got back home, I kicked off my trainers and headed straight for the bedroom. I didn’t even shower first. I wanted to stay dirty and sweaty, musky, and still pumped from the gym.

I removed the sports bra, letting my breasts and taut nipples spill free to finally breathe. I then peeled the tight black leggings down my legs, taking my soaked thong with them, before climbing onto the bed with my ponytail as it was and my skin flushed.

In a right dirty mood, I spread my legs wide and traced a finger along my slit. I was soaking. I started rubbing my swollen clit in slow circles, moaning out loud because no one was home to hear me. I thought about how naughty I was being. The good wife and mother pleasuring herself shamelessly.

I grabbed one of my heavy globes, squeezing hard, pinching the nipple, while I plunged two fingers deep inside my wetness, wishing a handsome stud would break into my home and ravage me on my marital bed. I might just not have protested.

God, I needed more. I needed a good damn pounding. Hard. Deep. My buttocks spanked and my hair pulled while being called a naughty little slut.

I stopped and rolled off the bed to fetch my sex toys. An ivory, eight inch rubber dildo and a large, chrome butt plug from a set of three, with a pink, heart-shaped jewel base. I kept them well-hidden in my wardrobe with lube, and where my husband and the kids would hopefully never find them.

Back on the bed, I positioned myself on all fours, facing the mirror so I could watch every filthy second of what I was about to do to myself. My ponytail kept my hair out of my face, ensuring I got to see everything. Oh God, did mummy look like such a dirty slut.

My heavy tits were hanging and swaying, I could feel my pussy twitching. I was in pure filth mode. I lubed the chrome plug, rubbed it against my tight, puckered hole, then slowly pushed it in, moaning loudly as it stretched me open and popped into place. The cold metal felt so fucking good, the way my body sucked it in.

I then rolled onto my back, spread my legs wide at the mirror, and grabbed the dildo. I watched my reflection as I rubbed the thick head up and down my slick, swollen lips, teasing my clit before I lined it up and then pushed it inside me in one long, slow thrust.

“Fuck…” I gasped as it stretched my pussy wide, the fullness making my buttocks clench around the plug. I started fucking myself slowly with long, deep strokes, watching my tits jiggle, and my face contort with pleasure as my juices coated the toy.

I kept my eyes locked on the mirror the whole time, talking dirty to my own reflection like the naughty wife I fantasised about being. We all have a wild animal inside us, don’t we? Please say yes, or I need some therapy pronto.

“Oh yes, that’s it. Fuck my pussy nice and deep. Oh yes. Fuck me good, baby.”

I pinched my nipples and squeezed my breasts as I began to move the dildo faster. In and out, turned on even more by the wet squelching sounds filling the bedroom. The plug in my rear made everything feel so much tighter and dirtier. I wished hubby hadn’t gone off anal after we had the kids.

He’d put me on a kind of pedestal, which was nice, but I missed how we used to fuck. I might have gotten older, matured, become a responsible parent, but the naughty girl was still inside me, needing attention from time to time, like right there and then.

I came so hard, legs shaking, pussy gushing around the thick, rubber cock, moaning loud enough for the neighbours to hear if they were listening. But I didn’t stop. I kept pounding through the orgasm, watching myself in the mirror before I got onto my hands and knees again.

What the hell had gotten into me? I was getting off on watching my arse bounce as I fucked myself from behind, more so the chrome plug shining between my cheeks until I’d finished wreaking myself, literally. I was a sweaty, trembling, dripping mess with a red, puffy pussy and a plugged anus.

God knows how much I love those mornings when the house is finally empty and I can be the filthy wife and mother I really am… sometimes… and now you know all about it too.