Confessions of a Housewife 1 & 2
I've never done this type of thing before, I don't even know where to start. Um, my name a Catherine Pen...oh, well I guess my full name isn't necessary, let's just call me Cathy. I'm a mother of three, in my mid-forties, and happily married. I've been a stay-at-home mom for twenty years and have always found it very fulfilling. Now that the k**s are older and gone during the day, I find myself with a lot of free time in the afternoons. I guess there is no need to be candid here, I'm getting to the age now where premenopause symptoms are starting to affect me. My periods are spotty and hard to track, and I'm pretty sure I've had a "hot flash" or two. The reason I bring this up is because, in addition to these issues, I've also been having a noticeable increase in my libido. I've always had a good sexual appetite, but lately, it's all I think about. I lust after strangers I pass on the street, imagining what they would look like naked, I've even caught myself looking at other women. I've never had any homosexual interests in the past, but I can't deny that my fantasies as of late have involved both men and women.
Lately, I've been masturbating like crazy! I'm no stranger to my own body, I started pleasuring myself at a young age and have always enjoyed my private time, but in the last few months, I can't seem to get enough of myself. I eagerly wait for the k**s to leave so that I can rush upstairs and spend an hour or two playing with my Hitachi Wand almost every day. My husband bought it for me a few years ago but I never really used it. We played with it together once or twice, but it was always too intense for me. A few weeks back, while cleaning out our closet, I found it hidden behind some boxes. I managed to fight the urge to play with it that day, but the thought of using it kept me awake the following night. The next morning, I brought myself to so many orgasms that I eventually lost count. I left myself so sensitive and sore that I had to take a few days off from masturbation to recover.
So that's a great segway into my first confession; The other day, I was masturbating and got caught by a maintenance man, and then I let him watch me finish...
It was a Wednesday morning and I was well into my usual routine. Bathrooms were done and laundry was going. I didn't need to go shopping because one of the k**s had a birthday party the weekend before, so there was extra food and snacks in the fridge. I had an entire afternoon free to myself. Lately, any "free time" I get while home alone is spent getting myself off with my magic wand.
I went up to our bedroom, stripped off my clothes, and started running my hands up and down my torso. I paid particular attention to my breasts and nipples. I've always had sensitive nipples, I can even orgasm from having them played with or sucked on. Before taking out my vibrator, I decided to enjoy my hands and fingers for a moment. I rolled my clit between my thumb and index finger, causing it to plump. When I'm turned on, my clitoris stands up and pokes out of its hood. When I'm fully aroused, it even twitches and throbs like a little, erect penis.
Lying back on our bed, I tugged on my clit, brought my knees up towards my chest, and spread my legs wide, feeling the cool breeze from the ceiling fan on my moist, inner lips. I dipped two fingers between its wet folds and dragged them through my creamy center like the icing on a cake. Keeping with that analogy, I then brought them to my mouth and lustfully sucked them clean. Tasting myself is a kink my husband shared with me. It took some time to grow on me but I love it now, I even do it when he's not there to watch.
I edged myself like that for a while, alternating between fingering myself, savoring my flavors, and tweaking my nipples with one hand. With my other hand, I stroked and rubbed my clit. I was so turned on at this point that my pussy was making loud, wet sounds as I played with it. Ready for the next step, I retrieved my toy from the drawer of my nightstand and I scooted around to lay horizontally across the bed. This is how I prefer to lay while using my magic wand because It plugs into a wall socket, and the nearest one is on the side of the bed, near the window. I plugged it in, switched it to the highest speed, and touched it's buzzing head to my clit. I moaned as I pressed the soft, vibrating, orb to my tender flesh and instantly felt an orgasm building up from deep within me. My free hand kneaded my breasts and tugged on my nipples, working to push me over the edge even faster. Just as I was about to cum, I happened to open my eyes and saw a man, in an aerial work platform, right outside of my window.
He was a young, good-looking, dark-complected man with a mustache. I squealed when I saw him, and instinctively clamped my legs shut and covered my breasts the best I could. He was trimming a tree in the neighbor's yard, but the cherry picker he was in had him standing about fifteen feet away from our window. The curtains were fully open and I can only assume he had seen everything. He panicked and waved his hands for me to calm down. He was mouthing something to me, but I wasn't able to make it out. The thing was though, while my thighs were clamped tightly together, my Hitachi toy was still pressed firmly against my clitoris and buzzing at full blast. I tried to get up and close the curtains, or just get out from in front of the window, but I was so close to finishing before I saw him, and it was just too late. Right there, in front of this man I didn't even know, I erupted into a powerful orgasm.
I dug my fingers into the bed and hunched forward, convulsing in pleasure, feeling his eyes upon me the entire time. I had to catch myself to keep from falling off the bed, but moving my hand caused my breasts to be exposed again. powerless against the intense sensations being released from my private parts, all I could do is lock eyes with him and continue to cum. I arched my back, bit my lip, and looked at him as I came a second and third time in quick succession. He leaned in closer, licked his lips, and mouthed the word "Oh yeah" as he watched me writhing in pleasure. I finally managed to pull my legs open, causing the toy to fall away and revealing my wet, swollen pussy to him. He mouthed "Holy fuck" took his sunglasses off with one hand, and adjusted the bulge in his blue jeans with the other.
And just like that, all the shock and panic was gone, the only thing I could feel now was the need for more. I scooted my ass to the edge of the bed, closer to him, and spread my legs open wide. I picked up the still buzzing toy and moved it over my tummy, and up to my left breast. I ran my fingers through my hair, bit my bottom lip, and started putting on a little show. He put his two fingers up to his mouth, spread them apart, and flicked his tongue between them, mimicking oral sex to me. I mouthed "Oh yes" and used my fingers to scoop juice from my pussy and then ate it as he watched. His mouth was hung open and his eyes were glassy as he enjoyed my performance. I stroked the shaft of my toy as if it were a big cock then licked its head a few times before bringing it back to bear on my hungry pussy. I held it firmly against my clit and moaned loudly as a second parade of orgasms cascaded over me. I must have come seven or eight times in a row, shaking, trembling, and howling like a cat in heat while he stood and watched me.
After my final orgasm had passed, I simply stood up, blew him a kiss, said "bye" and closed the curtains. I avoided the windows or going out for the rest of the day.
That may not be as scandalous as some confessions on this site, but for me, it was a very big deal. I'm normally shy and pretty vanilla where sex is concerned. Showing off like that isn't something I'd ever done before. But, I have to admit, I liked it. I've thought about that day almost every time I've masturbated since it happened. Well, that day and one other, and that's where my second confession comes in. Last month, while out shopping, I both exposed myself and masturbated in public.
I was shopping for a new dress to wear to one of my husband's business functions. They still do the old "Company Picnic" thing and, while it's pretty corny, it's a good opportunity for networking and getting to know employees from other branches. It can be helpful in cases where people transfer or are up for promotion but have no space available in their current branch.
It's summer, so I wanted something light and cool, but still acceptable for a business function. I went to the local outlet mall where I thought I could get something pretty and a good price. This mall is partially in-doors, with most of the boutiques and accessory shops on the interior, while the outdoor buildings are more for appliances and specialty shops. Even with it being multiple shops in a single building, the individual stores were still huge. The first place I went to had multiple sections for women's clothing, so I decided to walk around a bit and weigh my options.
I found this beautiful sundress on the rack that looked to be in my size, and it was on sale. Even if I didn't use this for the picnic, I would probably get it, it was just that cute. I took it over to try it on and saw a guy standing in front of the changing booths. Assuming that he worked there, I asked him what stall he wanted me to use. He looked confused for a moment and then admitted that he didn't work there, he was just waiting for his daughter to try on some stuff. I apologized, we both laughed at my mistake and then he pointed at a booth and told me that one was the best. I entered the booth and pulled the curtain closed.
I had just been outside of the booths, so I know they aren't seethrough, but from inside, you can see right through the curtains. It must be a trick of the lights or something like that I thought as I sat my purse down and started to undress. As I took off my shirt and began to unclasp my bra, I noticed the guy outside taking subtle glances towards my booth. As my bra fell away, revealing my breasts, I couldn't help but watch him standing there. I know he can't see me, so there is nothing to worry about, but, for some reason, that seemed to be turning me on. I used my feet to kick off my sandals, undid my pants, and started to slide them down my legs. As I did so, he turned around and looked at me again. As I pushed my pants down, I noticed the six-inch or so gap between the bottom of the curtain and the floor. I wondered what he could see as my pants crumpled around my feet. He leaned back a bit and looked down at the floor of my booth. As I stepped out of my pants, now only in my undies, I realized how turned on this was making me.
Just as I started to slide a hand down the front of my panties, a teenage girl walked past my door and over to him. He did have a daughter in here. They chatted as they walked away. With no pretend audience, the idea of pleasuring myself in the changing room lost a lot of its eroticism. I decided to just try my dress on instead. I slipped the little green dress over my head and adjusted it to fit properly. It was really cute, but the fabric was so thin that you could really tell I wasn't wearing a bra. My nipples poked right through the thin material and the shades of my areolas were slightly visible through the lime-green material. If I did get this dress, it would have to be a darker color and was not something I felt was appropriate for a work function, but around the pool may be fun. I started to take it off and change back into my clothes, but was still feeling a little naughty so decided to leave it on while I walked back to the rack to get it in a darker shade. I walked out of the booth and across the sales floor, feeling my breasts bounce with each step I took. I glanced down and saw how exposed I was and it got me so hot. Back at the dresses, I saw they had several darker shades in this style, but also some lighter ones too. I thumbed through the rack and, my heart skipped a beat as I saw a white version of the dress. It was almost see-through and in my size.
I took the dress and started back to my dressing room when I was that man again. He and his daughter were headed back to the changing rooms with another stack of clothes for her to try on. I tried to sneak past him, be he noticed me as soon as I saw him. He smiled and nodded at me again before zeroing in on my chest with a not-so-subtle glance. He almost seemed to gasp as he quickly brought his gaze back up to my eyes. I pretended not to notice, but it secretly drove me wild. I went back into my booth, took off the green dress, and put on the white one. Just as I imagined it would be, this dress was essentially invisible. Not only could you see my breasts through the gauze-like material, but you could see my panties too. I looked back at my guy and saw that he was once again craning his head around, trying to get a look around my curtains. I gleefully slipped a finger into the leg-hole of my underwear and touched my pussy as I watched him, I was soaking wet.
Fulled by mischief and lust, I had a wild idea. I hooked my thumbs into my panties and pulled them off. Checking the mirror in my booth, the shade of my pubic hair was plain to see through the dress. I have lingerie that is more concealing than this thing, I was essentially nude. I danced and posed for a second, playing with my hard nipples and preparing to go to work on my rock-hard clit. I looked back at my man and noticed something that stopped my heart, there was another full-length mirror on the wall near where he was standing. My breath got shallow and I began to sweat at the idea of going over there. I could never be so brazen as to allow some strange man in a department store to see my naked body, but even as I thought the works, my hand was pulling the curtain open and I was taking my first step out of the booth.
Again he nodded at me, and again his eyes slid down my body stopping at my tits, and again his expression turned to one of surprise as he saw realized how visible my body was. This time his eyes trailed even further down my body, focusing on my my crotch. His eyes bulged and widened and he made an actual gasp. I posed in the mirror for a second and then pretended to be surprised by how revealing the dress was. I covered my pussy but left my breasts exposed as I explained that I wanted to see this dress in the brighter lights of the store, to see if it was too see-through to not wear a bra with. He took e few deep breaths through his slightly open mouth and muttered that it looked nice. As I talked to him, I felt a single drop of liquid run down my inner thigh and stop just over my knee. I was dripping wet as I allowed this handsome stranger to see my tits and bush in the middle of a crowded department store. A group of guys walked by and, as they passed, I heard one of them say something about the "sexy MILF in the nightgown" and shook me from my daydream. I smiled again, covered my mouth with my hand in a little "oops" motion, and skipped back to my booth, closing the curtain behind me.
I pushed the shoulder straps of the dress aside, allowing them to fall off my shoulders, causing the dress to crumple to the ground around my feet. My guy was now obviously watching and with good reason, in my haste to get back to my booth and fuck myself, I had not closed the curtain all the way. There was a thin opening on one side, and he was looking right at me through it. I sat down on the little bench in the booth, opened my legs, and began to feverishly rub my clitoris. He mouthed "Oh..." and shifted his footing as he watched. Within seconds of touching myself, I was in the throws of an intense orgasm. I had to bite down on my wadded-up t-shirt to keep from screaming as I came.
Fully satisfied, I took a minute to compose myself before reaching up to close the curtain. Now with my orgasm spent, I started to get my right mind back and felt self-conscious, embarrassed, and ashamed of my actions. I got dressed and waited for the man and his daughter to leave before rushing home.
So that's it, for now, two naughty confessions that sharing here have both left me relieved at getting off my chest and turned on at recounting. I'll even admit that while typing these up, I took a break to make myself cum. lol
I feel like I'll have more stories to share in the future.
Lately, I've been masturbating like crazy! I'm no stranger to my own body, I started pleasuring myself at a young age and have always enjoyed my private time, but in the last few months, I can't seem to get enough of myself. I eagerly wait for the k**s to leave so that I can rush upstairs and spend an hour or two playing with my Hitachi Wand almost every day. My husband bought it for me a few years ago but I never really used it. We played with it together once or twice, but it was always too intense for me. A few weeks back, while cleaning out our closet, I found it hidden behind some boxes. I managed to fight the urge to play with it that day, but the thought of using it kept me awake the following night. The next morning, I brought myself to so many orgasms that I eventually lost count. I left myself so sensitive and sore that I had to take a few days off from masturbation to recover.
So that's a great segway into my first confession; The other day, I was masturbating and got caught by a maintenance man, and then I let him watch me finish...
It was a Wednesday morning and I was well into my usual routine. Bathrooms were done and laundry was going. I didn't need to go shopping because one of the k**s had a birthday party the weekend before, so there was extra food and snacks in the fridge. I had an entire afternoon free to myself. Lately, any "free time" I get while home alone is spent getting myself off with my magic wand.
I went up to our bedroom, stripped off my clothes, and started running my hands up and down my torso. I paid particular attention to my breasts and nipples. I've always had sensitive nipples, I can even orgasm from having them played with or sucked on. Before taking out my vibrator, I decided to enjoy my hands and fingers for a moment. I rolled my clit between my thumb and index finger, causing it to plump. When I'm turned on, my clitoris stands up and pokes out of its hood. When I'm fully aroused, it even twitches and throbs like a little, erect penis.
Lying back on our bed, I tugged on my clit, brought my knees up towards my chest, and spread my legs wide, feeling the cool breeze from the ceiling fan on my moist, inner lips. I dipped two fingers between its wet folds and dragged them through my creamy center like the icing on a cake. Keeping with that analogy, I then brought them to my mouth and lustfully sucked them clean. Tasting myself is a kink my husband shared with me. It took some time to grow on me but I love it now, I even do it when he's not there to watch.
I edged myself like that for a while, alternating between fingering myself, savoring my flavors, and tweaking my nipples with one hand. With my other hand, I stroked and rubbed my clit. I was so turned on at this point that my pussy was making loud, wet sounds as I played with it. Ready for the next step, I retrieved my toy from the drawer of my nightstand and I scooted around to lay horizontally across the bed. This is how I prefer to lay while using my magic wand because It plugs into a wall socket, and the nearest one is on the side of the bed, near the window. I plugged it in, switched it to the highest speed, and touched it's buzzing head to my clit. I moaned as I pressed the soft, vibrating, orb to my tender flesh and instantly felt an orgasm building up from deep within me. My free hand kneaded my breasts and tugged on my nipples, working to push me over the edge even faster. Just as I was about to cum, I happened to open my eyes and saw a man, in an aerial work platform, right outside of my window.
He was a young, good-looking, dark-complected man with a mustache. I squealed when I saw him, and instinctively clamped my legs shut and covered my breasts the best I could. He was trimming a tree in the neighbor's yard, but the cherry picker he was in had him standing about fifteen feet away from our window. The curtains were fully open and I can only assume he had seen everything. He panicked and waved his hands for me to calm down. He was mouthing something to me, but I wasn't able to make it out. The thing was though, while my thighs were clamped tightly together, my Hitachi toy was still pressed firmly against my clitoris and buzzing at full blast. I tried to get up and close the curtains, or just get out from in front of the window, but I was so close to finishing before I saw him, and it was just too late. Right there, in front of this man I didn't even know, I erupted into a powerful orgasm.
I dug my fingers into the bed and hunched forward, convulsing in pleasure, feeling his eyes upon me the entire time. I had to catch myself to keep from falling off the bed, but moving my hand caused my breasts to be exposed again. powerless against the intense sensations being released from my private parts, all I could do is lock eyes with him and continue to cum. I arched my back, bit my lip, and looked at him as I came a second and third time in quick succession. He leaned in closer, licked his lips, and mouthed the word "Oh yeah" as he watched me writhing in pleasure. I finally managed to pull my legs open, causing the toy to fall away and revealing my wet, swollen pussy to him. He mouthed "Holy fuck" took his sunglasses off with one hand, and adjusted the bulge in his blue jeans with the other.
And just like that, all the shock and panic was gone, the only thing I could feel now was the need for more. I scooted my ass to the edge of the bed, closer to him, and spread my legs open wide. I picked up the still buzzing toy and moved it over my tummy, and up to my left breast. I ran my fingers through my hair, bit my bottom lip, and started putting on a little show. He put his two fingers up to his mouth, spread them apart, and flicked his tongue between them, mimicking oral sex to me. I mouthed "Oh yes" and used my fingers to scoop juice from my pussy and then ate it as he watched. His mouth was hung open and his eyes were glassy as he enjoyed my performance. I stroked the shaft of my toy as if it were a big cock then licked its head a few times before bringing it back to bear on my hungry pussy. I held it firmly against my clit and moaned loudly as a second parade of orgasms cascaded over me. I must have come seven or eight times in a row, shaking, trembling, and howling like a cat in heat while he stood and watched me.
After my final orgasm had passed, I simply stood up, blew him a kiss, said "bye" and closed the curtains. I avoided the windows or going out for the rest of the day.
That may not be as scandalous as some confessions on this site, but for me, it was a very big deal. I'm normally shy and pretty vanilla where sex is concerned. Showing off like that isn't something I'd ever done before. But, I have to admit, I liked it. I've thought about that day almost every time I've masturbated since it happened. Well, that day and one other, and that's where my second confession comes in. Last month, while out shopping, I both exposed myself and masturbated in public.
I was shopping for a new dress to wear to one of my husband's business functions. They still do the old "Company Picnic" thing and, while it's pretty corny, it's a good opportunity for networking and getting to know employees from other branches. It can be helpful in cases where people transfer or are up for promotion but have no space available in their current branch.
It's summer, so I wanted something light and cool, but still acceptable for a business function. I went to the local outlet mall where I thought I could get something pretty and a good price. This mall is partially in-doors, with most of the boutiques and accessory shops on the interior, while the outdoor buildings are more for appliances and specialty shops. Even with it being multiple shops in a single building, the individual stores were still huge. The first place I went to had multiple sections for women's clothing, so I decided to walk around a bit and weigh my options.
I found this beautiful sundress on the rack that looked to be in my size, and it was on sale. Even if I didn't use this for the picnic, I would probably get it, it was just that cute. I took it over to try it on and saw a guy standing in front of the changing booths. Assuming that he worked there, I asked him what stall he wanted me to use. He looked confused for a moment and then admitted that he didn't work there, he was just waiting for his daughter to try on some stuff. I apologized, we both laughed at my mistake and then he pointed at a booth and told me that one was the best. I entered the booth and pulled the curtain closed.
I had just been outside of the booths, so I know they aren't seethrough, but from inside, you can see right through the curtains. It must be a trick of the lights or something like that I thought as I sat my purse down and started to undress. As I took off my shirt and began to unclasp my bra, I noticed the guy outside taking subtle glances towards my booth. As my bra fell away, revealing my breasts, I couldn't help but watch him standing there. I know he can't see me, so there is nothing to worry about, but, for some reason, that seemed to be turning me on. I used my feet to kick off my sandals, undid my pants, and started to slide them down my legs. As I did so, he turned around and looked at me again. As I pushed my pants down, I noticed the six-inch or so gap between the bottom of the curtain and the floor. I wondered what he could see as my pants crumpled around my feet. He leaned back a bit and looked down at the floor of my booth. As I stepped out of my pants, now only in my undies, I realized how turned on this was making me.
Just as I started to slide a hand down the front of my panties, a teenage girl walked past my door and over to him. He did have a daughter in here. They chatted as they walked away. With no pretend audience, the idea of pleasuring myself in the changing room lost a lot of its eroticism. I decided to just try my dress on instead. I slipped the little green dress over my head and adjusted it to fit properly. It was really cute, but the fabric was so thin that you could really tell I wasn't wearing a bra. My nipples poked right through the thin material and the shades of my areolas were slightly visible through the lime-green material. If I did get this dress, it would have to be a darker color and was not something I felt was appropriate for a work function, but around the pool may be fun. I started to take it off and change back into my clothes, but was still feeling a little naughty so decided to leave it on while I walked back to the rack to get it in a darker shade. I walked out of the booth and across the sales floor, feeling my breasts bounce with each step I took. I glanced down and saw how exposed I was and it got me so hot. Back at the dresses, I saw they had several darker shades in this style, but also some lighter ones too. I thumbed through the rack and, my heart skipped a beat as I saw a white version of the dress. It was almost see-through and in my size.
I took the dress and started back to my dressing room when I was that man again. He and his daughter were headed back to the changing rooms with another stack of clothes for her to try on. I tried to sneak past him, be he noticed me as soon as I saw him. He smiled and nodded at me again before zeroing in on my chest with a not-so-subtle glance. He almost seemed to gasp as he quickly brought his gaze back up to my eyes. I pretended not to notice, but it secretly drove me wild. I went back into my booth, took off the green dress, and put on the white one. Just as I imagined it would be, this dress was essentially invisible. Not only could you see my breasts through the gauze-like material, but you could see my panties too. I looked back at my guy and saw that he was once again craning his head around, trying to get a look around my curtains. I gleefully slipped a finger into the leg-hole of my underwear and touched my pussy as I watched him, I was soaking wet.
Fulled by mischief and lust, I had a wild idea. I hooked my thumbs into my panties and pulled them off. Checking the mirror in my booth, the shade of my pubic hair was plain to see through the dress. I have lingerie that is more concealing than this thing, I was essentially nude. I danced and posed for a second, playing with my hard nipples and preparing to go to work on my rock-hard clit. I looked back at my man and noticed something that stopped my heart, there was another full-length mirror on the wall near where he was standing. My breath got shallow and I began to sweat at the idea of going over there. I could never be so brazen as to allow some strange man in a department store to see my naked body, but even as I thought the works, my hand was pulling the curtain open and I was taking my first step out of the booth.
Again he nodded at me, and again his eyes slid down my body stopping at my tits, and again his expression turned to one of surprise as he saw realized how visible my body was. This time his eyes trailed even further down my body, focusing on my my crotch. His eyes bulged and widened and he made an actual gasp. I posed in the mirror for a second and then pretended to be surprised by how revealing the dress was. I covered my pussy but left my breasts exposed as I explained that I wanted to see this dress in the brighter lights of the store, to see if it was too see-through to not wear a bra with. He took e few deep breaths through his slightly open mouth and muttered that it looked nice. As I talked to him, I felt a single drop of liquid run down my inner thigh and stop just over my knee. I was dripping wet as I allowed this handsome stranger to see my tits and bush in the middle of a crowded department store. A group of guys walked by and, as they passed, I heard one of them say something about the "sexy MILF in the nightgown" and shook me from my daydream. I smiled again, covered my mouth with my hand in a little "oops" motion, and skipped back to my booth, closing the curtain behind me.
I pushed the shoulder straps of the dress aside, allowing them to fall off my shoulders, causing the dress to crumple to the ground around my feet. My guy was now obviously watching and with good reason, in my haste to get back to my booth and fuck myself, I had not closed the curtain all the way. There was a thin opening on one side, and he was looking right at me through it. I sat down on the little bench in the booth, opened my legs, and began to feverishly rub my clitoris. He mouthed "Oh..." and shifted his footing as he watched. Within seconds of touching myself, I was in the throws of an intense orgasm. I had to bite down on my wadded-up t-shirt to keep from screaming as I came.
Fully satisfied, I took a minute to compose myself before reaching up to close the curtain. Now with my orgasm spent, I started to get my right mind back and felt self-conscious, embarrassed, and ashamed of my actions. I got dressed and waited for the man and his daughter to leave before rushing home.
So that's it, for now, two naughty confessions that sharing here have both left me relieved at getting off my chest and turned on at recounting. I'll even admit that while typing these up, I took a break to make myself cum. lol
I feel like I'll have more stories to share in the future.
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