Anita - Bored Housewife

As Anita drove along the highway, she mentally checked off her list of errands. The thirty-five-year-old long-haired brunette had picked up the dry-cleaning, mailed the mail, and returned the blouse she had purchased the other day. The next item on her agenda was picking up her six-year-old daughter from first grade. Her older child, Fredo, insisted that since he was ten years old, he was capable of riding the bus. He also insisted that his name was Fred, or Freddie, not Fredo.

That left her with an hour and a half on her hands. It was too early to start dinner. She could always watch some TV to kill time, but she had never really been into daytime TV. Too boring.

Anita was happy with her life. She had a marvellous husband, two adorable kids, a nice home in the suburbs. Yet, sometimes she felt there should be more. More than just being a chauffeur, nurse, cook, maid, and all the other professions that the title homemaker encompassed. She was not un-happy. Just sometimes bored.

The thought suddenly occurred to her that she was less than a mile away from Gagootz. She had not been in there for a while and it was on the way.

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Exiting the family’s SUV after she had parked it in the lot behind the store, Anita brushed her palms over her skirt to smooth it and tugged down on the hem of her aquamarine turtle-neck sweater. Satisfied that she was presentable, she climbed the three steps in the back and entered the store. As she walked down the narrow hallway that led to the display lobby, she could feel her pulse racing and her excitement growing.

There were a few customers inside. All male. But she ignored them and headed straight for the private viewing booths in the back. Although she saw the manager standing behind the check-out counter, she did not speak to him. Not that she was trying to be rude. The big man seemed like a nice enough guy in a sort of goomba type way. But sometimes she did feel a little guilty about going to the video store.

A little.

Seeing that the door lock indicator on booth four read vacant, she went inside, locking it behind her. It now displayed occupied. Like the restrooms on air planes.

After knocking on the wall to her left and getting no response, she tried the wall to her right. With the same results, or rather, lack of. With a shrug, she fished into her shoulder bag for her purse. Once she had inserted a bill into the slot and made her selection, she sat down on the low, leather-covered stool to watch some Asian chick having sex. Hopefully, she would not spend the next hour watching a screen.

Like a genie from a bottle, a semi-hard dick appeared through the opening of the left wall. Ready to grant her wish.

Although she had come in here to suck a strange cock or two, the sudden materialization of one caught her somewhat by surprise. But she quickly recovered and scooted herself and the ottoman she was sitting on closer to the hole in the wall. Lifting her right hand, she slowly curled a soft fingers around the shaft and began to coax the cock into an erection. When she would slide her hand up to the head, she squeezed into the member. But relaxed her grip on the down-stroke. Kneading and stroking the piece of man-meat.

While it was steadily swelling to fill her hand, Anita would occasionally plant soft kisses on the head.

Once the cock was hard and pulsating, she paused to admire it for a moment. Then she tossed her head to fling her long, wavy hair out of the way. Opening her mouth wide, Anita leaned forward from the waist. When she sealed her lips firmly around the shaft, she started bobbing back and forth, her hand following along.

There were continuous muffled moans and groans of pleasure on the other side of the wall from the expert blowjob she was performing. The married woman had her eyes closed and her cheeks were caved in from her sucking so hard. Each time she pulled her head back, she left behind a thin coating of saliva, which was smeared around by her fist as it pumped away on the shaft.

The first few times she had done this, had sucked off some unknown stranger, she had felt guilty about it. But now she realized that she was really not doing anything wrong. No one was being hurt. Her husband was not aware of what she was doing; nor would he ever be aware of it. Plus, it wasn’t as if she was having sex with the unknown man on the other side of the wall. It was just a simple blowjob with no strings attached. Hell, she did not even know what the guy looked like.

Soon the man on the other side of the wall started thrusting his hips, bucking in response to those warm, soft lips sliding along his shaft. That hand gliding back and forth with spit as lubrication. That intense sucking.

Anita speeded up her movements; bobbing faster, squeezing tighter, sucking harder. Working to get the nameless man off.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

Rapping on the wall was the standard procedure to inform the person performing the blowjob that the recipient was about to come. It gave the fellatrix a chance to pull her mouth away if she wished and finish the man off with her hand. A common curtesy.

Anita was not going to take that option. She appreciated the thoughtfulness, but felt that not letting a man come in her mouth was somehow “short-changing” him.

Her response to the knocking was to try to go even faster. To push him over the edge.

A loud cry on the other side accompanied the first blast of hot, thick sperm that erupted inside her mouth. Followed rapidly by another and another. It was not until she felt the cock stop twitching that she slowed her movements, gradually ceasing them entirely.

Her mouth was loaded with salty semen when she pulled her head back and gave a large gulp. Swallowing the gooey nut-cream.

It was only after she heard the door in the adjoining booth open and close that she noticed her blowjob, though A+, was not perfect. A glob of semen had escaped from the corners of her mouth and landed on the front of her sweater.