TITLE    : Finding Her Way Ch. 01
STORYID  : finding-her-way-ch-01
SUMMARY  : Wife finds her sexuality with neighbors' help.
AUTHOR   : LilyMoreno@lit
DATE     : 2013-11-03
CATEGORY : group-sex-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |wife|husband|neighbor|menage|


Heather looked up as John entered the foyer. "Hi, baby, how was it today?"



John looked exhausted and was more intent on removing his tie, than he was in answering her. He had just gotten home from his job as a sales manager with his father's firm, the largest retailer in the city. He had started out as a sales clerk, straight out of high school, just before they got married. Heather in the meantime, had concentrated on their marriage and supporting John. After three years, she felt envious of John's other life, 'his work'. 



He glanced at her and indicated with a nod of his head, she go up to their room. Heather felt the cold fingers of dread walking up her spine at that look. She knew what that meant. John likes to release his tension from work by making love to her. He says that it would at least mean that he got some satisfaction at the end of the day.



Here it goes again, she thought. Much as she tried, she couldn't really drum up the enthusiasm for sex that John has. It was pleasant, but she failed to see how come other people looked like they were gagging for it, in the movies. Maybe she was just frigid, she thought as she climbed the stairs.



She entered their bedroom and started undressing. John likes to see her ready for action by the time he walks in. She really loved John, but sometimes, she wished there was more to her life than cleaning house, shopping, cooking, making love, and weekend parties. "Where's the lube, honey?" John asked, as he entered the room. She indicated toward the drawer and he reached for it while he took her hand with the other. He was already half-naked with just his boxers on. Heather liked looking at him, and despite her lack of enthusiasm in the bedroom, just seeing his body satisfied her. He was just perfect physically as well, with a ripped body that came from working out everyday at the local gym. His Greek God good-looks also didn't hurt the eyes.



John guided her hand over to the bulge tenting his boxers and she softly ran her hands up and down his cock, just as he liked it. It felt so hard, like a breathing entity that jerked with its own life. His cock gave her pleasure, but also left her tossing in the night, not knowing why she felt like she needed something more when they've finished fucking for the night. 



He swiftly undressed, while Heather applied the lube to her vagina, making sure that it was well-coated so it wouldn't hurt. "Ooohh, honey, you're eager for it today, aren't you," John crooned as they fell onto the bed. He covered her body with his own, his warmth scorching her with the heat of his arousal. She's watched movies where people take their sweet time making love. Most of the time, theirs didn't last as long as one love scene.



He grasped her right above the knees and quickly spread her thighs, kissing her deeply just as he entered her. Her pussy resisted the rampaging invader, every inch given up reluctantly. "Fuck, your cunt is still as tight as a virgin's, baby." Her heart gave a leap of joy at his praise, only wanting to please him. John reared up and looked down to where they were joined, and started thrusting. At first, the friction hurt, but each lunge lubricated her walls better.



Her bountiful breasts jiggled with his thrusts and she held them in her hands, attempting to lessen their movement. John watched her futile attempts and he grinned devilishly, delighted. He covered her hands with his, squeezed a little and stroked down her flat belly. Everywhere his hands touched sent little tingles of sensation in her skin, priming her for more. 



His hands then slid under her, grasping her hips. She moaned at the sensation that was beginning to creep into her system. She wished that for once, John would take his time with her. Fucking was so good while doing it, but not when it finishes with her feeling unsatisfied. Her desires went unfulfilled, as he started to fuck her harder. She felt each inward lunge strike deep, with each withdrawal almost pulling him out. 



Heather watched John's head fall back as he groaned out, lost in his pleasure. Hers came slowly, building up with each deep charge that John made. He worked his cock in and out, grunting out her name. Heather felt each drag of his shaft stoke the fires of her desire. She felt urgency stir, and her hips jerked out and met his in rhythm. Fulfillment beyond description lay just out of reach, and she eagerly met thrust for thrust. Heather held on for dear life while sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room. "Oh God!" she gasped out, as his balls slapped against her ass, going as deep as his cock can get.



"Fuck! Your cunt feels like it's choking my dick, baby." He then changed tempo, desperately holding on to his control. John paused with his cock buried all the way in, then slowly withdrew, resting with just the head of his cock inside her pussy. He then lunged hard, going balls deep, alternately going hard, then soft with his lunges. 



Heather didn't know whether to gasp out or groan with each penetration, the pleasure was so great. She looked up John's face and saw him with his teeth gritted, fighting the inevitability of climax. Her grip on John's forearms slackened a little, knowing that she'll be left with this feeling of missing something vital again, unfulfilled, something that will make her unsettled again for the entire night. She tried to recapture the pleasure she felt, but it was as futile as grasping bubbles. 



John groaned out his orgasm, his sperm shooting out deep inside her. He shuddered as he felt ecstasy fill his body. 



He pulled out and her vagina protested, clenching hard as it reluctantly let go of his sated dick. Her pussy felt bereft, mourning the loss of something that she felt lay just beyond her grasp.



John settled down beside her and put his arms under her shoulders, cradling her head in his arms as he settled in to sleep. Revulsion inexplicably rose inside her. "I feel sticky," she protested and got up off the bed. Heather went to the bathroom and took a shower, all the while wondering why fucking felt so good while they were doing it but left her feeling antsy afterward.



She stared at the bathroom mirror and saw a reasonably beautiful woman that still retained that naive look, despite having been married for three years. They married so young, she thought. They were so in love that they married right out of high school. With John's future already secure in his father's business and Heather with no goal except to be happy with the love of her life. They decided to wait until they were both twenty-one to have any children, and they both were past that now, but she felt reluctant to bring a kid into a relationship where she felt a little bit unsettled. Maybe I'd feel better if I had a job, she decided as she walked back into the bedroom. She saw John was already sleeping so she decided to discuss it with him the next day.

