Curse of the gypsy woman – Part one

Melissa kissed her husband on the cheek as he said goodbye and made it through the door. It was 7:30 in the morning and she had been up for about an hour, making him breakfast, fetching his paper and serving him coffee as he prepared for work. She usually regretted seeing him off in the mornings, having to look forward to a lonely day at home, the only thing to keep her occupied being the hours spent cleaning the house, working in the garden and having dinner prepared for when he came home. Unfortunately they’ve had no children, but Melissa had reconciled with the idea of not being a mother. It was obviously not what the Lord had planned for her.

This morning however, she couldn’t wait for him to leave. Melissa was usually not a woman who had sexual thoughts occupy her mind, at least not until yesterday. Yesterday was a day that would change the course of her life forever.

Being the wife of one of town’s most important men, the town’s preacher, her tasks were numerous. Usually it had something to do with keeping an eye on the society and take action whenever there was something going on which would threaten to ruin the purity of their little parish. She had an agenda not to let the sinful life of the city ruin this little paradise on earth that they had created here in the small town by the lake.

So when young Rebecca Vineto was caught red handed on her knees in front of Stanley Robertson, with his penis in her hand and her mouth about to close around it, Melissa made it her business to talk to Rebecca’s mother about it. It had however not turned out the way she had planned. It was frustrating to see how the mother didn’t have a care in the world over the sinful ways of her own daughter. The gypsy woman actually seemed to think it was the most natural thing in the world how the young girl had been acting on her sexual urges, and would not by any means reprimand her because of what she’d done.

The meeting had ended promptly when the woman had laid her hand upon Melissa’s own, looking deep into her eyes and whispering:
You secretly are a horny bitch with a craving for all things sexual.
Normally this would have shocked Melissa beyond anything else, but not this time. In her mind she suddenly acknowledged this for the horrible truth it was, and there was a tingle between her thighs that she needed to do something about.

Melissa hadn’t masturbated since she had been caught by her own mother at the age of thirteen and gotten a scalding she’d never forgotten. Her mother’s words explaining to her what a terrible sin she was committing had never escaped her mind until this day, and she had been convinced that what she had been doing in her room during the weeks between discovering her own enjoyment of touching her own sex and the day her mother caught her, was the reason why she couldn’t have children. So when she left the gypsy woman’s caravan in her car, found a secluded side road on her way back home and started to explore the folds of her intimate area, the aching, tingling button of pleasure and the hole that was source of all her wetness, she had her first self endowed orgasm in twenty five years, and it had been wonderful.

Checking to see if anyone could catch her, she put her fingers to her mouth and tasted her juices, and with an embarrassing look in the mirror, seeing her face reddening, she started the car and drove back home.

There was no time to explore this re-found pleasure again after she arrived at the house. In her absentmindedness she had forgotten to do today’s shopping for dinner and had to bolt out the door to go to the store in search for all the ingredients she needed for this evening’s meal. She was embarrassed by how she stopped by the vegetables to have a good look at the cucumbers and imagining how it would feel to slide one in between her thighs like a large, stiff penis. Despite her embarrassment, she bought one, never intending to use it for dinner.

Because of the delay, her husband got back five minutes before dinner was ready. He kissed her cheek and lay his hands around her waist as she stood by the stove, and she had to fight the urge to press her ass backwards against his crotch. His kiss burned on her cheek and she felt a craving for more. But the only thing betraying her lust was her nipples going hard behind the thick bra she was wearing, and thankfully he wouldn’t be able to notice. She dreaded the thought of how he would react if he noticed what a horny bitch his wife had become.

Are you not feeling well, was the only thing he said that had revealed his concern that something was amiss.
I think I will go to bed early, was her flushed reply.

To her dismay, he had decided to join her as she headed for the bedroom. She had been looking forward to finally being alone for a while to relieve herself from the burning itch between her legs, but now she would be unable to do so without him noticing. However there was a chance he might want to lie with her as husband and wife, so it was with mixed feelings that she shed her clothing in the bathroom and donned her modest night gown, making sure to wash and wipe the wetness from her thighs before joining him in the dark bedroom.

They always slept with the lights off, and when they made love, it was always in total darkness with him laying on top of her, penetrating her and moving in and out of her without much noise until he came.