Im In Love With His Son

Susan's POV.

"Oh, Shit! I'm horny! I need a man like right now". I said fondly, touching my vagina. I wouldn't say I liked the feelings that usually come with this period. I hated that ovulation period always made me yearn for sex like a loose female dog.

It was the only time in my life where I freely allowed my feminine part to take complete control of me; other days, I was a workaholic who never got exhausted, making her millions.

But right now, all I needed was a good dick that could satisfy my sexual fantasy and orgasm. Ovulation has always made me let my guard down.

"I need to be fucked hard today. Who's going to be the lucky man?" I muttered as I hurriedly stood up from bed to prepare for a meeting.

I walked inside my bathroom completely naked. That was the best way I could sleep well with no clothing. I've always instructed my domestic workers to knock before entering my room.

If walking naked was legal and socially expected, I would be an ambassador. I was always too stressed after my daily hustles, and the last thing I wanted was to be in a sexy nightie or pajamas all through the night.

"Oh, What a Beaut!!" I said, admiring myself as I stared at the mirror. I've always been obsessed with my physique. My look has never complimented my age.

I was too hot for a thirty-four-year-old. My alluring eyes, busty boobs, and curves were every woman's dream, and I was lucky to have them neatly knitted from birth.

I chuckled as I remembered my last sex with Stephen. He couldn't satisfy me. He cummed almost immediately as he grabbed my breast, messing up his condom without adequately using it. It wasn't his fault. Seeing my boobs would make a man cum even without getting Intimate.

"So who's gonna be the lucky guy fucking this body tonight?" I asked myself again, admiring myself in the mirror.

"Not Stephen; I wouldn't want a weakling like him," I frowned and pouted my lips.

"What about Chris?" I asked loudly and snapped my finger in excitement.

"Should I invite him over for dinner?" I chuckled.

Chris was a pro. The last sex we had was worth every second. I smiled as I had a flashback of how he gently used his cock to cause an electrifying sensation around my body as he inserted it from behind. One of the best doggies I've experienced. He made me ride him so hard on my office table for hours and allowed my juice to splash all over his cock. And I loved how his tongue waggled around my clit and made me moan with satisfaction.

"Yes! Chris will be my gigolo for today," I screamed in excitement and chuckled when I caught a gaze of myself in the mirror, dancing like a Clown over a dick.

"Oh shit," I muttered as I noticed the thought of Chris made my vagina wet. I was dumbfounded and felt so horny. I couldn't wait to have Chris on my bed while he ate me like a snack. I made a humorous facial expression in the mirror and giggled.

"Oh, I wish I had a dildo". I grumbled as I inserted my finger into my wet vagina.

I could hear Sarah's voice echoing in my head, as usual, when she educated me on the need to get a dildo. She believed it always came in handy and could save the day. Her favorite slang was "With Dildo, no man! No problem." she had always emphasized how much I needed one as a single lady so I don't get rotten down there.

Sarah had control over her time as she was self-employed. We've been best of friends for as long as I can remember.

"Should I consider buying a vibrator on my way home tonight?" I asked myself and leaned on the wall.