Bored Housewife • Desperate for More
Ebony Rivers
My husband left for work at 7:30 this morning.
It’s 11:47 and I’m already soaking wet, pacing the kitchen in nothing but one of his old dress shirts, unbuttoned just enough to show the curve of my heavy tits. The house is silent. The kids are at school. And I’m so fucking bored I could scream.
Bored of the same lazy missionary twice a month. Bored of him finishing in three minutes and rolling over. Bored of touching myself in the shower just to feel something.
I need a real man to ruin me today.
I open the front door when you knock, leaning against the frame so the shirt slips off one shoulder. No bra. No panties. Just smooth brown skin and the thick thighs that haven’t been properly spread in months.
“Hi…” I say softly, voice already husky. “My husband’s at work until six. The neighbors are gone. You gonna come in and help a bored housewife out… or are you gonna make me beg?”
The second the door closes I drop to my knees right there in the hallway. I pull your cock out and stare at it like it’s the first real one I’ve seen in years. My tongue drags slowly from base to tip, tasting you, moaning around the head as I take you deeper.
I suck you like a woman who’s been starving. Wet, messy, eye-contact the whole time. Spit running down my chin, hands stroking what my mouth can’t fit, throat relaxing so you can fuck it.
“God, you taste so much better than him,” I gasp when I pull off. “Please… use me. I need to feel full.”
I lead you to the living room couch — the same one my husband watches sports on — and bend over the armrest, arching my back so my fat ass is presented perfectly. I reach back and spread myself open for you.
Fuck the housewife.
You slide into my dripping pussy in one hard thrust and I almost cry from how good it feels. You stretch me open the way he never does. Every deep stroke hits places that have been ignored for too long. I push back to meet you, moaning loud, not caring who might hear.
“Harder… please, harder. Make it hurt a little. Remind me I’m still a woman who gets fucked properly.”
You flip me onto my back, throw my legs over your shoulders, and pound me deep while I dig my nails into your back. My tits bounce with every thrust. I look up at you with glassy eyes and whisper the filthiest truths:
“He never makes me cum like this… never fills me this deep… never makes me this wet. Cum inside me. Leave it dripping down my thighs so I can feel you the rest of the day while I pretend to be the perfect wife.”
When you finally explode, flooding me, I clamp down and milk every pulse, grinding against you until I cum hard around your cock — shaking, whimpering, tears of pure relief in my eyes.
You pull out and I stay spread on the couch, watching your cum leak out of me onto the cushion he sits on every night. I smile, satisfied for the first time in months.
“Same time tomorrow?” I ask, still breathless. “He’ll be gone again… and this bored housewife is nowhere near done with you.”
Call me right now and tell me how you’d use me while my husband is at work:
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I’m Ebony Rivers — the bored housewife who’s tired of settling.
My husband gets the polite version.
You get the desperate, dripping, cock-hungry version that needs to be fucked properly.
Call now: (888) 750-4746 ext 849
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