Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - 67: A MILF public sex erotic fantasy

Episode Date: July 26, 2021

Alone on her birthday...again, Lydia finds herself stuck watching a play she never wanted to see. But when she is exposed to the sensual delights unfold on the stage in front of her, how will ten years of sexual frustration and single life come to bear?So you can enjoy even more intense sensual pleasure, just follow this link to the VIP club, https://wyldeinbed.com/vip-clubs/

Please remember this is an adult's only podcast and does contain some very sensual themes. So please only listen to this podcast if you are happy to explore your deepest sensual fantasies with me and are of a suitable age. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild Embed. Your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and full. finger-licking good fantasies. Now, as you enjoyed tonight's little story, you know you can enjoy even more intense pleasure and endless satisfaction by coming to see me at Wilddesires.com, where you can experience your very own erotic fantasies as if they were really happening. every touch, every caress, every thrust, every sensation, every time.

You can know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed. Loosen your clothes. Just put your earbuds in. Close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice, moving over and inside you. And when you're ready to surrender to pleasure, just go ahead and take a deep breath, holding it for a moment and release it with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next 20 minutes or so, it's just you in my voice. This is your time, your time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction, your time to release that inner woman.

as you listen to my voice and feel the story moving through your body as you enjoy tonight's show. Lydia stood on the steps of the theatre. James was late, again. They'd had five dates so far, and he had been on time for zero? Well, five dates was pushing it. He had actually stood her up twice. So really it was just three. she was beginning to wonder if he was genuinely interested at all

as the rain started she sighed her hair dripping with the warm summer storm in a long evening dress she was hardly ready to be out in the rain and decided to make her way inside it wasn't even as if she liked the theatre that much but james did so she had got the tickets as a way she could celebrate her birthday and maybe fuel his inner passions. Of course, like so many birthdays before, she was obviously going to spend this one, at least partially alone. Entering the foyer, she took the two tickets out of her clutch bag. She had chosen dangerous liaisons. She had heard so many things about the show, how passionate and sensual it was.

It had been all over the papers in the past few weeks, and given James' lacklust of desire, she thought it might just fire him up a bit. She had hoped she might be able to get some action tonight, as it was her birthday. Yet again, that hope seemed dashed. She was starting to wonder how she might get his desire burning at all, feeling a little conspicuous,

alone and dripping with rain. She elected to make her way to the balcony seat. At least that way she could dry off and get away from the gaze of other theatre couples, who just seemed to her know that she had been stood up. Finally, pushing through the curtain of the balcony, she collapsed into the darkened seat, resolving to stay until the storm had passed, when she could quietly leave before everyone else,

and make her way home to the birthday celebration of cold leftover-shed. chicken. This really wasn't the way she planned to spend her 49th birthday. But crap, life just seemed to have decided all she deserved was a long list of letdowns and disappointments. Thankfully, the balcony box was private and warm. Maybe she could just sleep here for a little while before sneaking off home as the lights dimmed. Her phone dinged with the text. Sorry, stuck at work. I'll call you tomorrow. Happy birthday.

Well, at least he remembered it was her birthday, she guessed. She wasn't sure if that made it better or worse. Maybe it would have been better if he had forgotten it completely. At least that way she could pretend he had made no actual effort. Screw you, she whispered to the empty seat next to her. Defiantly, she decided that she was going to enjoy this evening, with or without James. If this play was everything it was reported to be, that she could have a very own evening of passion, on her own, pleasuring herself,

something she was well used to after ten years of single life. Pressing the button on the balustrade for service in front of her, within just a couple of minutes, a waiter appeared to. the curtains behind her. Champagne, she said, bring the bottle. The young man just nodded and disappeared back through the curtains, eventually returning with an open bottle and a single glass, setting it down on the table next to her, along with a towel.

Will there be anything else, mademoiselle? He said his voice warm. Lydia chuckled a little, at being called Mademoiselle. It's been so many years. Braving a look up at him in the dim light, his eyes glittered with a sympathy, as if he could see the story of her night right there.

No, thanks, thank you for the towel. As he disappeared again, Lydia let her hair down and dried it roughly with the towel. No doubt her hair was a mess now, But heck, no one else was going to see her. She would be home and back in her sweatpants before the final curtain. Settling back into her seat as the curtains raised on the stage below, she had to admit the show certainly started strongly.

A young man was all but naked on the stage and having a very intimate moment with an older woman. Lydia wondered for a moment, if that sort of thing really happened. She decided it didn't matter She was going to enjoy the moment Whether it was fantasy, fictional fact Taking a sip of champagne

She immersed herself in the production Her hand caressing the curve of her breast Her thumb gently rubbing her erect nipple Through the lace of her dress Something about all those people in the stalls below seemed to make the sensations somehow more intense. Little bolts of electricity shot through her body, moaning gently.

She felt exposed for a moment, before thinking that no one could see or hear her. Damn it, she could be as loud as she liked, and no one would know. Sliding her hand inside the strap on her dress, her fingers pinched on her nipple, rubbing it to the point of pain, before flicking it viciously with a finger now. Watching the show unfold on the stage,

she could imagine for a moment that the young man was biting on her nipples, sucking them between his teeth, before licking them with his firm tongue. Surrendering to the fantasy, Lydia could feel her pussy throbbing with desire, as she brought to mind the face of the face of the face of, the young waiter, his warm eyes looking up at her as his lips teased at her breast, slowly exploring every inch of her soft flesh, his warm breath caressing her, as he firmly kissed her curves,

before the very tip of his tongue teases around her burning nipple, dragging it between his teeth and tongue, her core clutches violently with need, her thighs tend to be. Her thighs tend to dancing around him, pulling his chest against her needy pussy, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rocking motion, rubbing her pussy up and down his pecks. She could almost imagine her wetness, dripping through her panties and marking him with her desire. Loosening the neck strap on her dress, her breasts throb with the caress of the cool air. Her nipples ache the passion to be sucked, to be licked to be bitten, moaning loudly. Her hand grasped firmly at her breasts, her nails digging into the soft flesh, before she rolls her nipple between finger and

thumb, pulling it hard to accentuate the sensations coursing through her body, pushing her legs against the balustrade of the balcony, the hills of her shoes pushing into the soft material, as she feels his mouth moving lower, biting at the skin of her stomach through her dress, as his hands slide along her thighs, moving her dress up, her legs exposed naked to him, and as his mouth moves lower, biting that soft flesh above her knees, pulling it gently before caressing it in long movements with his tongue. The bristle of his stubble, causing an avalanche. of goose bumps along her legs. She pushes against him with needy desire, her toes curled in her

shoes, the thought of the crowds below, all those people so close, yet not knowing the passion that was actually happening just above them, fueled her desires further. Her hands slides down a dress, lifting it, her fingertips dancing over her drenched panties, wanting to prolong the moment. She caressed her raking folds through the lace material, the touch making her lips quiver and her pussy clutch wildly. Somewhere in the distance she hears this gentle movement of the curtain behind her before her voice whispers, allow me. As she feels a young man's firm grip, move her leg to one side deftly before sinking to his knees. Lydia can only gasp as a threat of a kiss moves along her thighs

His strong fingers sliding over her buttocks Massaging them firmly While his moist breath whispers teasingly along the inside of her thigh The haunting sensation of his breath hovers just over her panties Sensing every breath in and out Lydia could feel her pussy throbbing in perfect time as if his breath was controlling her pussy, as if he was breathing it in and out, trying to pull him closer, will him to taste her, he resists so,

his strong body pushing against the grip of her thighs, her pussy defiant with need, swells and aches for his touch. And in that moment, that first moment, when his lips caress the soft material of her panties so gently, barely touching. A wildfire of electricity cascades down through her body, her back arching in the seat. His thumb pushes between her thighs, easing the material of her panties to one side. Lydia is shocked by the sensation of his breath so close to her naked pussy, the warmth of his lips moving over her folds, connected only by his breath. Yet still every sensation causes an explosion of tingles to move through her.

Parting her lips. Her core naked to his mouth. The hint of his breath seeming to move inside her. Almost as if every breath were thrusting so slowly and deliberately into her pussy. Her pussy relentlessly grabbing at him, wanting to pull him deeper, to fill her completely. The first lash of his tongue caught. comes without warning, a long, slow movement of his tongue along the entire length of her folds, teasingly, caressing just inside, yet somehow seeming to touch every single nerve in her body.

Holding her breath as he reaches the top of her pussy, the anticipation of feeding his tongue, finally tasting her clit, burning through her. He waits, the tip of his tongue just playfully. waiting, tormenting. Knowing with each passing second, the need in her is growing stronger and stronger. Gripping the arm at the seat, Lydia pushes her pussy forward, desperately,

yet somehow feels unable to reach that damn beautiful tongue of his, that torment of her desires. And then suddenly, with one vicious flick of his tongue, he circles her clit, sending a shockway through her body that lifts her from the seat. And then he stops and waits again. The caress of her slick down her thighs, making her writhe with lust.

Another long caress of his tongue, deeper now, pushing between her lips, all the way up the entire length of her pussy, before stopping, just before her clit. The throbbing in her clit painful would need An aggressive pulsing moving through her thighs Her core clenching expecting that very next flick And when it comes firm and determined Somehow managing to move all the way along her clit

With a precise accuracy Lydia's body goes into raptures Rithing in the seat She pushes herself forward again Her body held on the very edge by the simple motions of his tongue. Moaning louder and louder, his tongue persists a circular clit

before catching it between his teeth and tongue and then slowly dragging it between them. The delicious sting of pain that explodes for her body, permeating every nerve, every cell, every fibre of her body, yet still not quite taking her over the edge. As his tongue continues to circle her, in achingly painful slow movements. Lydia arches as he pushes three fingers between her lips, massaging the walls of her pussy with delicious sensuality. Her lips stretching around the thrusting

of his fingers, her pussy clutching at him medley, a whirlwind of sensations building in her stomach. Moaning louder and louder, feeling the veil of lustful insanity drift over her, As her mind floods with the passionate desires moving through her body, Lydia bucks against the movement of his fingers. Wanting, needing to be fucked hard, to be taken in such a brutally passionate way, to have him fill her in every way possible. She whimpers loudly,

her body tensing just as he pulls his fingers from her, his tongue dropping from her clit. Stand up. Eka man. Lydia's body responds submissive with need and stands as he pushes behind her, his hands sliding her dress over her ass before his fingers slide through the waistband of her panties, moving over her mound and gently teasing at her clit, while the palm of his other hand slides up her back, pushing her against a balustrade. The audience in full few. just feet away. Moving his hand down her back, she hears the faint sound of a zipper being released,

before the sensation of a wide cockhead, pressing against the slick of her thighs. A wrecked and throbbing, it teases at her pussy lips, moving with punishing temptation along her folds, before he guides himself inside her. His first thrust is slow and deep, pushing all the way inside, stretching her lips around his girth.

Lydia's pussy clutches at it wildly, not willing to let it go. Lydia watches the faces on the audience as he continues to thrust inside. Their unseeing faces, just seeming to accentuate the intensity she feels moving through a body. Desperately she pushes back, forcing his cock deeper inside her. Almost at the point of pain he fills her so completely. All pretense of control gone. He continues to thrust in hard, deep motions of his body. His passion becoming animalistic as he pounced into her pussy.

The sounds of her slick lips, sucking at his hard, hammering cock, echoing in the balcony box, heightening the sensations of intense sexual pleasure that vibrates through Lydia's body. Gripping the balustrade for support as her knee start to block. buckle, she moans loudly. Suddenly aware of the intense sex scene on the stage, watching the man fuck his whore, she can do little else but push back against this man's cock, violently massaging it with the throbbing muscles of her pussy, urging him to come inside her. Suddenly, she fills his chest along her back as his hand grasps at her breasts, pinching her nipples viciously as his other hand rubs her clit with furious passion.

He tenses against her, his cock pulsing harder and harder with every thrust. Lydia's own legs tensing, her orgasm rising as she watches the man and his whore on stage, before her body explodes in a beautiful orgasm in perfect time with the whore's own orgasm. Her pussy clutching at his cock, forcing him to erupt with warm pulses of cum,

flooding inside her. Just holding him there for a little longer. Its cox still pulsing come. The sensation prolonging her own orgasm. Lydia pants as she watches the faces of the audience below. So close yet so unaware. As he falls back into the seat, Lydia collapses into the seat next to him.

Turning, he smiles at her. His hands dropping between her thighs and cupping her still throbbing pussy gently affectionately Lydia reaches over her fingers gently massaging his still pulsing cock before she lowers her head moving her hair from her lips

and sucks every last drop from his cock his body trembles in pleasure as her tongue dances around his head, forcing him to moan even deeper, wiping the last of his come from her lips. She sucks it from her fingers while watching him grin anainly. Finally his breathing settles, and it turns and says, You know, if you're flexible, we have guest passes I can let you use. Lydia leans over and kisses him.

Her fingertips caressing between the buttons of his shirt before she says, Oh, I can be flexible. Just maybe not the kid shows. A mischievous smile moving over her lips. So, another week, another story. Hope you enjoyed that one. A little bit of public sex. Nothing wrong with it.

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