| Straight: Serial Stories: Adventures of Becky - Chapter 1 (1/3) |
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Becky had been out shopping when she pulled in the driveway and saw Brent’s car. What was he doing home so early from work? She grabbed up her packages from shopping and proceeded into the house. When she got into the house Brent was nowhere to be found. Where had he gone, Becky wondered? She put down her packages on the kitchen table and proceeded to look for her hubby. She wandered through the living room and he wasn’t watching sports on TV so Becky went to the garage to see if he was working on some new project. Nope not there either. As she passed the bedroom Becky just happened to catch a glimpse of Brent through the crack in the bedroom door. Their bedroom was arranged so that Becky could look through the crack in the door into the mirror of her dressing table and see the whole bedroom. Becky was just about to ask what Brent was doing home when she observed something unusual. There was Brent bent over the laundry basket, totally naked, digging through the clothes. Becky decided rather than let Brent know she was there she would observe and see what he was doing. Becky was a bit of a voyeur, so watching Brent without his knowing was a little bit of a turn on. She watched as he dug through the clothes basket until he found one of her blouses. He picked it up, lifted it to his face and deeply inhaled. Brent seemed pleased with what he had found and proceeded to the bed. He lay down on the bed, draped the blouse over his face and started stroking his cock. 'What the hell is going on?' Becky thought. 'Why is he doing this? Is there something wrong with me, or our sex life?' She had suspected that Brent masturbated on occasion but had never discussed it with him or even brought it up. She was afraid it would threaten his masculinity if she asked about it. Becky decided this was the perfect opportunity to observe and see if she could learn something about her hubby while watching what went on. The mere thought of what was going on had been a fantasy of Becky’s but she never figured it to come true. Now she was living it. Becky watched as Brent slowly stroked his cock until it was fully erect. Brent used one hand on his rock hard member while the other hand stirred Becky’s blouse around his face. He appeared to be inhaling Becky’s scent from the blouse and obviously it was something that he really liked as he was getting harder by the second. As Becky continued to watch Brent stroke his manhood she found her hand straying to her own crotch. The vision in front of her was a real turn on and she couldn’t help herself. She often masturbated too but never told Brent, figuring that he wouldn’t understand. Seeing Brent play with himself while obviously fantasizing about her was the ultimate compliment. He had to be thinking of her. He was inhaling the perfume from her dirty blouse. He must really love her to fantasize about her and not some other whore. Becky continued to watch Brent through the crack in the door. His strokes started to get faster and more rhythmic. His breathing was short and labored. She could tell he was turned on as well. Becky’s hand motions also quickened. Her pussy was quickly becoming drenched with her juices. She sure was glad |
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Very sexy!
