Middle-Aged Womans Forbidden Desires: A Journey of Sexual Exploration and Taboo Fantasies

Lynn’s Diary: my travels down a road of sexual exploration…
My mind is reeling; it’s hard for me to comprehend everything that happened last night. I’m lying here
in bed, stark naked, and I’m not alone. (That, in itself, is front page news for me, ever since my
divorce four years ago). Not only am I not alone, but the companions are in bed with me. (Yes, there
are two of them…)
I hardly know where to begin, as I think about how to write today’s diary entry. I look back over the
last four nights and I can’t believe the changes that have come over me. It’s almost frightening, but I
have such an overwhelming sense of excitement and fufilment. I can’t wait to see what the future will
bring.
I’m a pretty typical middle class woman in her forties. I’ve lived in a big city for many years, and was
married for a long time to a man who had a beautiful daughter, Erica, from a prior marriage. Although
she's not really a relation (biologically speaking) I raised her like a daughter. Erica is now almost
finished with college. Since she moved away to school (four hundred miles away), and since my
divorce three years ago, I’ve been pretty lonely.
All that began to change four nights ago. I was so amazed at the sheer power of the release of my
pent-up sexual frustrations that I decided to keep a written record of it all. I’ve come so far in only four
days; who knows where it will end?
Before I begin writing Day Four in my sexual diary, I’ll go back and read my entries from the
beginning…
My Diary – Day One
Last night I discovered the thrill of being a first-time voyeur, even though it was an accident; I had no
intention of spying on them. Erica’s boyfriend, Dave, wanted to spend time with her every night this
week (she’s home for the holidays). With a broken down car being repaired, he’s counting on
Cameron, his room mate, for transportation. Erica and Dave spent the evening here, enjoying a
movie and a quiet night by the fire. I wanted them to have some time to themselves, so I went to bed
early. Cameron would arrive at midnight to take Dave back to their apartment in the suburbs.
Dave and Erica met at college, but he finished a year ahead of her and now he lives here in the city. I
knew they were very anxious to be alone together, but I was still surprised by what I saw. Tiptoeing
downstairs to get a drink, I looked around the corner, expecting Dave and Erica to be watching TV.
Instead, I froze in my tracks and stood in the darkened hallway, staring at them for an hour.
I’m ashamed to admit to spying on them; I don’t even want to write down what I saw. It was just a lot
of fondling and kissing, a few buttons undone and pants unzipped. They were so hot for each other
but were trying to be careful and not go too far, with me being right upstairs. They couldn’t do
anything in real privacy since they had to stay downstairs so I wouldn’t see what they were doing.
The ring of the doorbell brought me to my senses; it was Dave’s roommate, Cameron, picking him up
for the ride home. I chatted with Cameron for a few minutes as Erica and Dave made themselves
presentable in the next room. Erica said goodnight, and the two guys took off.
As I went back to my bedroom, my mind whirled with thoughts of shame, curiosity, and most of all,
passion. I was ashamed of spying on Erica, but even more ashamed that I had so enjoyed it so much.
And my sense of curiosity – this was about my reaction to meeting Cameron.
At my age, I look back and realize that when I was younger, interracial couples were much more rare
than they are now. I am mildly shocked at myself for being so aroused by my first meeting with
Cameron. He was such a handsome young man, but the fact that he was such a sexy young black
man seemed to turn me on – why?
I kept telling myself there was nothing forbidden about it, but there was no denying that his
appearance at my door had increased the wetness in my pussy, already damp and tingling from
watching the erotic wrestling of the two young lovers in my living room.
The day ended with me rubbing my clit and teasing my nipples. I brought myself to orgasm by
imagining that Cameron was in some dark corner of my bedroom, watching me from the shadows. It
felt so shameful; I had never imagined anything like that in my fantasy life before. But the sense of
shame heightened my arousal and my orgasm was the strongest I had felt in a long, long time.
Day Two
Dave and Erica were at it again last night, but they went way beyond the groping and fondling stage.
Knowing what was probably going on, I couldn’t help tiptoeing downstairs in my bathrobe, anxious for
another look. This time my pussy was already dripping even before I looked around the corner.
As I hovered at the bottom of the stairs, breathlessly watching, I saw Dave pull Erica’s panties down
and eat her pussy. Still in her short skirt, she lay spread-eagled on the sofa, clutching at the back of
his neck and squirming ecstatically until she came all over his face.
Seeing the look on Erica’s face as she forced his mouth down onto her wetness, I became even more
aware of my own intense arousal. I was reaching inside my robe and fondling my nipples; I told
myself, “I wish he was doing this to me.” I felt so ashamed when I realized that I wasn’t thinking of
Dave – I was fantasizing about Cameron!
My face flushed with shame but feeling so alive with excitement, I hurried back up to my room. I threw
off my robe and quickly rummaged through the drawer of my night stand. In the back of the drawer, I
found it: a huge black rubber dildo. I had never used it – my husband had given it to me years ago as
a joke. It was so big I never even thought about using it; it seemed so huge that I thought it would tear
me apart.
Why did the fact that this was an interracial fantasy turn me on so much? I didn’t spend any time
trying to think it through; I just imagined that Cameron had stepped out of the shadows. I pretended
that he was watching me now as I lay on the bed, naked and breathless. I slowly pushed the shaft of
my black toy into my mouth until it choked me and I sputtered wetness all over it. I was drooling down
my chin, but I didn’t wipe it off. I just kept sucking, trying in vain to take in all ten inches.
My jaw started to ache from the strain of trying to open wide for the massive shaft of my dildo. I
couldn’t come close to putting it all in my mouth, and I knew this thing would never fit in my pussy. But
I was desperate to be fucked, and I knew that just rubbing my clit and using my fingers would never
be enough tonight. I spread my legs, grabbed that monstrous shaft with both hands, and started
probing my aching cunt.
Grunting with pleasure, it took a long while for me to spread my pussy open enough to accept that
huge ten-inch rubber cock. But I found that every time I thought I had taken as much as I could take, I
just imagined Cameron’s hands on me. Somehow I managed to take another two inches, then
another two.
Before long, my body relaxed and my pussy was begging to be stretched more and more. Soon I was
ramming myself deliriously with ten inches of wet cock as my body squirmed back on forth on the
bed. I pretended that Cameron was there, watching me and loving it. I can’t remember the last time I
came so hard and so long. I heard the doorbell ring at midnight and knew that Cameron was picking
up Dave for the ride home; I fell asleep imagining Cameron holding me in his arms.
Day Three
On Day Two I had been so overcome with passion that I didn’t remain downstairs long enough to see
what happened after Dave had eaten Erica’s pussy and made her cum so hard. Last night I stayed
and saw more of the show, and I was dumbfounded at how much it turned me on. My nipples ached
and my pussy was absolutely gushing. I could feel a stream of wetness oozing down my inner thighs
as I watched them. They were swept away in a flood of passion that took me along with them.
I saw Erica slide Dave’s jeans down as he stood there, kissing her. He had already removed every
stitch of Erica’s clothing, and I blushed as I marveled at the beauty of her nakedness. I stood there,
transfixed as her hands caressed and fondled him through his boxers. I could see the outline of his
enormous cock from where I was hiding. My cheeks reddened even more when I realized how wet
my pussy was getting.
I knew I should go back upstairs and leave them alone, but I just couldn’t move. I was spellbound as I
watched Erica drop to her knees, pulling down Dave’s boxers to release Dave’s incredible cock. I
watched her lovingly fondle and lick Dave’s shaft until it was massively hard. It was at least seven
inches long, and so thick and fat.
Her hands fondled the straining muscles of Dave’s thighs as her mouth opened wide to accept his
throbbing dick. Dave’s hands gently caressed her hair and pulled her toward him. Their hands told
each other of their growing urgency, Dave wanting to fuck her mouth, Erica wanting to take in every
long, throbbing inch.
They pulled each other in, closer, faster, with muffled groans growing more and more intense. I
almost cried out as Erica increased her pace and engulfed that unbelievably thick shaft, then pulled
back, sputtering and gasping for air. She wrapped two hands around Dave’s amazing cock, her
interlocking fingers squeezing him like a tight little pussy, milking him as her saliva dripped from his
dick and drooled from her chin. The scene as Dave's cock exploded was like something out of a
raunchy porn video.
I suddenly turned and hurried back up the stairs with my heart pounding, not believing what I had just
seen. As I reached my bedroom I tore off my robe; I couldn’t wait to get my hands on that huge
rubber dildo. Wetness already gushing from my tingling pussy, I fucked myself to a mind-shattering
orgasm as I pictured the incredible eruption of jizz that I had just seen exploding from Dave’s beautiful
cock. Erica had coaxed at least a half dozen massive spurts of thick cum from that hot slick shaft, and
he was still cumming as she sucked him clean while I hurried away in shame.
Shame, yes – but also excitement, not know what the next night would bring. I marveled at how the
night before, I had found it so difficult to get that gigantic toy into my pussy. This time I was so fucking
turned on that I just grabbed it and started reaming myself hard and deep right away. My pussy
gripped the shaft so tight, I was in heaven. My orgasm rolled and rolled over me like multiple tidal
waves.
“Fuck me Cameron… oh god, please fuck me harder!” I couldn’t believe I was saying those words to
myself as I came and came. Cameron had only met me once, for two minutes at my front door, but
now I seemed obsessed with him. I still felt shame, but even stronger than shame was my lust for
something that to me felt taboo, forbidden. And I knew it was impossible; what conceivable reason
would a handsome young kid have for being attracted to a middle-aged divorcee like me?
My lust has been growing and growing over the last three days, fueled by the increasing passion I’m
witnessing in Dave and Erica, one night after another. To make things worse, I’m being driven to
distraction by the added passion of my forbidden fantasies about Cameron. I don’t know if he excites
me because I’ve never been with a black man, or because I know that nothing will ever really happen.
I realize that these are nothing but outrageous fantasies.
All I know is that I want so badly for it to be real, that I’ve been fucking myself silly every night with
that gigantic black cock. Of course, it’s only a toy, the only sexual outlet I have available right now.
But the tighter I grip it, the wider I spread my pussy, the deeper and harder I fuck myself, the more
strongly I feel Cameron’s presence in the room with me. As I orgasm over and over every night,
whimpering his name as I cum repeatedly, I’m dying to hear his voice answer me.
Day Four
Last night was so incredible; I can’t believe the changes that have come over me in only four days.
I’m almost frightened when I imagine that I’ve gone through some doorway into a forbidden world.
Something this mind-boggling can’t be real; I’m determined to write down every detail just to be sure it
really happened.
Last night, knowing that Erica and Dave’s insatiable lust would be driving them to even greater
extremes each night, I put on my bathrobe and tiptoed downstairs. I was determined this time to stay
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