She wakes up with a horny vagina and secretly fucks his cock at home

It was a seemingly ordinary morning in the small, cozy house that Sarah and her husband Mark shared. The sun crept through the blinds, casting a warm, golden glow across the bedroom. Sarah stirred, slowly awakening from a deep slumber. She stretched languidly, her body arching sensually beneath the soft sheets.

As awareness returned, Sarah noticed an unfamiliar tingling sensation between her legs. She frowned slightly, puzzled by the sensation. It felt different from her usual morning arousal – more insistent, more demanding. Curious, she let her hand drift downwards, fingertips brushing against the bare skin of her inner thighs. Her breath hitched as she found herself already slick and ready, her vagina pulsing with need.

Bewildered, Sarah tried to rationalize the sudden, intense desire. Had she been dreaming? She vaguely remembered snippets of a vivid erotic fantasy, but they floated away like mist as she tried to grasp them. Whatever the cause, her body was clearly begging for attention.

She glanced over at Mark, his handsome features relaxed in sleep. An idea began to form in Sarah’s mind. They’d been married for several years now and while their sex life was still active, it had definitely become more routine. This unexpected surge of lust intoxicating her mind made Sarah crave something new, something naughty and thrilling.

Her hand drifted further, parting her folds and seeking out that sweet spot that made her toes curl. A breathy moan escaped her lips as her fingers found her swollen clit. Gathering the slick evidence of her arousal, she began to stroke herself. Slowly at first, teasing light circles around the sensitive nub, then with firmer pressure as she grew bolder. The sensations were exquisite, electrifying every nerve ending in her pussy.

Sarah could hear her own breathing, quickening and deepening with every pleasurable pulse. She buried her face in the pillow, not wanting to risk waking Mark just yet. Lost in the delicious sensations, her hips began to rock almost automatically, grinding against her touch.

Her free hand found her breast, kneading the soft flesh, pinching the pebbled nipple. It surprised even her with how hard they were. She had to bite back a cry of pleasure, fingers pinching and tugging, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Somehow, her body was even more sensitive than usual.

Sarah rubbed her aching clit faster, harder now, chasing the building heat. She could feel her climax approaching like a tidal wave. Her back arched and her breath caught in her throat as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her. Even muffled by the pillow, the whimpers of ecstasy sounded obscenely loud in the quiet room.

As the last tremors faded, Sarah slithered out of bed. She tiptoed to the bathroom, cleaning herself up with shaking hands. The rational part of her brain was screaming that this was crazy, that they shouldn’t, but she couldn’t drown out the siren call of her horny, still pulsing pussy.

Sarah sneaked out of their bedroom, padding silently down the hallway on bare feet. The house was still, bathed in the early morning light. She felt like a naughty schoolgirl as she peeked her head into their home office. There they were – Mark’s work pants slung over the chair, with his phone and wallet protruding from the pocket. Her heart pounded wildly as she inched closer. This was really happening.

She glanced down at her nude form, smooth skin practically glowing against the dark furniture. Did she really have the nerve to go through with this crazy idea? Rapidly shooing away all common sense, Sarah reached into Mark’s pocket. Her hand closed around a familiar hard object and she tried to gulp back a giddy giggle. Grabbing the other pillow, she raced back to the bedroom, dumping the pilfered object unceremoniously on the bed.

Of course there could’ve been no mistaking what she’d lifted. The soft, supple leather standing tall and erect in the middle of the bed, its primal shape sending fresh juices between her thighs. With a delighted grin flashing across her face, Sarah grabbed it and licked the tip, relishing the flavor of the coin collectors item. She hadn’t realized just how much she missed feeling such a hard object between her lips again.

But it wasn’t enough to get off on the dildo alone. Sliding a hand between her legs, she spread herself open as she slowly lowered the phallus into the threshold of her wet vagina. Pulses of pleasure shot through her as she slowly penetrated herself inch by tantalizing inch. That moment of penetration as her pussy stretched and conformed around the girth, she knew it was time to fully embrace her kinky, exhibitionist side!

With an eager moan, Sarah began fisting the massive cock, plunging it deep and fast into her tight, clenched hole. Her velvety walls gripped the plastic dildo like a vice, slick and hungry. It wasn’t Mark, but the thrill of fulfilling her dirty fantasy more than made up for the difference. She could hear the creaking of the bed and her own raptured cries, loud enough to wake the dead, but too preoccupied with riding her inanimate partner to care.

Faster, faster! She thought feverishly to herself as the thrusts became almost violent. Pulling the dildo completely out, she flipped over, sliding the object in between her thick thighs, bending her knees to force it as deep as it could go. Moving her hips side to side, stirring the massive meat inside her, she completely lost herself to the deepest pleasures imaginable.

“Yes! Fuck me harder! Pump me full of cum!” Sarah yelled deliriously, able to hide the slutty talk no longer. Covering the pillow tightly over her mouth to stifle her moans, her orgasm began to quickly build, threatening to shatter her mind completely.

The crazed climax came minutes later, the intensity addictive, consuming every fiber of her being, leaving her trembling uncontrollably. Wrenching hard at the rope, the knot started to loosen the collar around her throat, enough for her to release the pillow. The sound of her partner entering the room, still half asleep but perplexed why she was in chains and gibbering like a mad woman, was the last thing she remembered before drifting off into a blissfully deep slumber.

When Sarah woke a few hours later to an empty bed, one glance showed him wearing a poker face. She couldn’t detect any hint of anger or disappointment, but maybe that was the problem. With no sign he was put off, she felt some emptiness inside, a subdued thrill she yearned to relive. Still, clearly the risk of divulging her dirty urge now posed just as grave a consequence. She rose from the bed, donned a robe and searched for her captured. But alas, he was nowhere to be found the rest of the day, as though she was dreaming the whole thing! Could that really have been her vivid imagination or was she unconsciously obliged, liking it a little too much to tell him?