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This is a highly fictionalized account of an affair I had with a younger man.
My Summer of Excess
Even today, I'm not entirely sure how I feel about that summer. I know I feel embarrassed - I am still deeply ashamed for the things I did. But my shame is colored by arousal - without question it was the most sexually fulfilling experience of my life. But I suppose I mostly look back at those events with incredulity. How did I, happily married mother of two and typical housewife, find myself carried away by those events. No way, not in a thousand lifetimes could something like that happen to me. Except that it did and I still think about it all the time.Like I said, I was married. Nice guy, met him in my mid 20's and before I knew it I was a 35 year old cliché. We had a nice house, a mortgage we could barely afford and I thought everything was going along fine. Then our world fell apart. Marty (my husband) got hurt, and with him laid up for 6 months his business went under. Even once he was back on his feet he just didn't have the strength to go back working construction. We let the bank have the house and the cars (like we had a choice) and all of a sudden I was no longer a cliche. We were all but homeless with very little money left in the checking account. Luckily, Marty's Dad came to the rescue. He found us a job at a very nice estate. You know the kind of place, even if you have never had the chance to visit one: big house with more bathrooms than closets on about 5 acres of perfectly manicured grounds. That's where we came in. At the very back of the property was a little two-bedroom bungalow. Now it was ours with a small monthly salary in exchange for keeping up the flowerbeds (my job) and some chauffeur work for Marty. The mistress of the house, Gwen, was spry widow who lived alone (if you didn't count the day help).
Marty's duties were fairly light, drive the kids back and forth to school and take our boss on her daily visits to other rich widows. And I was enjoying myself working outside everyday. The big jobs were done by a professional landscaping service, but I had lots of work weeding and trimming. After a couple of months I felt healthier than I had in years and the serenity of working alone in those incredible surroundings started to wash the troubles of the last year away. It was in this setting - sometime in June - that I first met him. It seemed fairly innocuous at the time. I guess it's difficult to capture watershed events as they happen, but sometimes I wish moments like these came with sirens and flashing lights in order to warn us that something important was occurring. While I was bent over a flowerbed I heard some rustling behind me. I quickly turned around and saw the figure of this smiling high school kid perched on a mountain bike.
"I've never seen you before. You with the gardening service?" remarked the grinning youth.
I was a little flustered, as I was sure the reason for his smile was that he had been standing there a while staring at my ass.
"No, me and my family live in the caretaker's house out back." I answered.
"Well, nice to meet you."
And with that he was off.
Like I said, pretty innocuous. The kind of thing that happens and you forget about it. Except, of course, I didn't forget about it. If I had been truthful with myself at the time I would have had to admit that the encounter had me strangely rattled. Normally I don't like guys staring at me like I was meat. And I especially don't like teenage boys treating me this way. However, it had been a long time since I had any regular sex and I guess some part of me craved the attention. Something felt good about a male sizing up my sexual potential. I surprised myself later that evening: out for a walk around the grounds I found myself needing to talk to Gwen about this boy. And Gwen was only too happy to oblige:
"Oh, that boy really isn't a boy. Josh is his name and he is a little rascal. Of course I adore him, all of us old biddies are taken with him, but he can be a bit a hellion. A real charmer that one."
Josh, as it turns out, was actually 19 and just home from college. Not that you could tell. He is pretty short with a true baby face. He lived with his very rich Dad at the estate behind Gwen's. When he was home he stayed in the guest cabin at the back of the property. And since his Dad's place was even larger than Gwen's, it was a lot easier for him to cut through Gwen's to get to the main road.
Over the next few weeks I saw him just about everyday. He might wave or shout hello while he rode past. A few times he stopped and chatted for a while. Initially I was wary of him, but like Gwen said, he was a charmer: always a sly smile on his face, cocky but friendly with an incredible pair of piercing blue eyes. Surprisingly I soon found myself looking forward to his presence. I thought, at the time, that I was enjoying the break from my routine - another adult to talk to occasionally. As the weather turned warmer and he started to ride shirtless and I couldn't help but notice that he actually had quite a body. The face may have been that of an innocent blonde boy, but his shoulders and abdomen were completely grown up. I also noticed that he was stopping for chats with more regularity, seeming to search me out even when I was in one of the more isolated corners of the property - far from the path he usually took to get to the road.
As July came around, Gwen took off for a couple of months of extended visits. Marty took the boys to his parent's summer place at the lake (where they could spend the bulk of the summer water skiing). Marty also decided to stay there for week and make sure the kids were properly settled in. It was just me and Josh now, not that I thought anything would happen. He was sixteen years my junior and between those blue eyes and the natural charm I was quite certain he had all the girlfriends he wanted. Still, I couldn't deny how much I liked being in his presence. Sure enough, the next time I saw him he stopped for chat and we ended up talking for over an hour. He left extending me an offhanded invitation to come over someday so he could show me around his Dad's place - an invitation I decided to accept the very next afternoon.
As I walked down the path through the grove of trees that separates the two estates, I could see the little cabin where Josh crashed. I was really looking forward to this; with my husband away it all felt just a teeny bit illicit. I still hadn't mentioned Josh to Marty. He was my own little secret and I wanted to keep him to myself for a little while longer. Josh had a way of making me feel like I was important and I couldn't help but notice that he always made a point of blatantly checking me out when we were together - something that Marty hadn't done since before the accident. I was lost in these thoughts as I came out of the trees, when I was brought back to reality by the sound of a woman's voice. I stopped, unseen, and quickly saw that Josh already had a guest. Out on the patio I could see him gesturing to some willowy blond about his age. She was in a black string bikini and laughing nervously at something. I quickly turned to go when I heard her say:
"No way, I'm not going to do that. You go ahead if you want, but you promised me we would just listen to music and maybe go for a swim."
"No problems baby, you go for swim if you want to. But I'm going to catch a few rays first. I don't really see the problem though, there's nobody out here so I always tan in the buff."
That stopped me. When I first saw her I was disappointed and probably even a little frustrated. But now I was curious. I made sure I was crouched deep in the shadows. Josh pulled out a couple of loungers on to the patio, bent down and whipped off his nylon shorts. I think the reason no one heard me gasp was because the girl gasped at the same time. He was huge. Not monstrous, but very large. And when you see a cock that size on such a compact little body, the effect is magnified - even more startling. The girl giggled and said:
"Oooh, you are as big as they say. But I have been warned about you and I'm not taking anything off. If I stay I want you to promise me that you won't try anything. Really Josh, I'm serious about this."
"Stay or go, it's up to you." Josh said dismissively.
And with that he laid down on the lounger, put on some shades and relaxed. She laid down as well. But she, like me, wasn't very relaxed. We both couldn't keep our eyes off that body and that dick. After about 5 minutes her agitation was becoming noticeably apparent.
"Anything wrong?" Josh asked.
"You are totally unfair Joshua Linden. When you invited me over you said that this would be a casual thing, but now you are lying there nude. I want you to know that you are making me feel really uncomfortable."
"My house, my rules. And if you don't like it you can always take off your clothes. But whatever you decide, just don't whine to me about it Karen."
She gave him a hurt look and I thought she was going to storm out in a pout. But she stood up, seemed to ponder her options for a couple of seconds, then reached behind and untied her top. She was at least 4 inches taller than him, had quite large breasts and almost no hips. I could only imagine all the college boys she must attract. Her breasts were tipped with very dark and protruding nipples. Once her tits were exposed I thought she was going to lie down again. But then she hooked her fingers into her bottom, slipped it off as well and quickly got back on the lounger. Josh didn't look at her once.
I don't know if Karen was any more settled, but undressing sure made her giddy. She kept glancing over at Josh and asking him silly questions about bands and movies he obviously didn't care for. She didn't seemed to notice though, before finally hitting him with inquiry that evoked a real response:
"I hope you don't mind me asking, but exactly how big is that thing. Gina told me you were over 10 inches."
Josh slowly got up on one elbow and turned to her:
"Look it Karen, let's stop the bullshit. I'm not one of your freshman puppies and I don't want to play your games. If you want to find out how big I am then you are going to have to do something about it. And isn't that the reason you are here in the first place. Now you can go back to all your friends and tell them you saw my cock. But listen, I'm not going to play footsie with you the rest of the day hoping for a handjob. If you want to suck it or fuck it then let's go. Otherwise could you just shut-up and let me enjoy the sun."
Karen looked shocked and didn't say a thing. I was certain that Josh had overplayed his hand and expected him to say something that would put her back at ease. But Josh just lay back down and seemed to take no more notice of her. Again I was sure she was going to leave, so her next move left me somewhat surprised. Karen sat up, got down on her knees and bent over his prone body. Josh took off his shades, finally showing some interest. Again, both Karen in I gasped in unison. Within seconds he was fully hard and once we were both amazed at how big he really was. She grabbed him and started to rub, slowly pumping his shaft with one hand while cupping his scrotum in the other. Josh let this continue for about a minute before quickly reaching down and grabbing her wrist.
"Uh Uh, I don't want that. Put it in your mouth and do me properly."
She looked at him pleadingly for a second, but she opened her mouth wide and tried to fit him in. Clearly she was excited and this as much as anything was stopping her from getting him very far - she just couldn't relax enough. Josh took charge again. He got up, bent her across the lounger doggie style and positioned himself behind her. From there he reached down between her legs and started rubbing.
"Looks like I won't have to do this for very long. You are one wet little slut. If I had to guess, I'd say you've been like this for a while. Well, let's see if we can't take care of business for you."
And with that he drove himself inside her. She squealed as her eyes popped wide open in amazement. At first it looked as if she was going to wiggle away. But he had her firmly by the waist and wasn't letting her go anywhere.
"No Josh, I think it's too big for me," she cried out.
He grunted in return: "Just wait a while, it's going to start feeling real good any time now."
And as predicted the amazed look on her face began to melt into ecstasy. He began to pick up the pace, slamming her into the lounger with each thrust. She started to whine quietly and began pushing her ass back to meet him as he drove forward. At his command she reached down between her legs and began to rub herself furiously. She seemed to orgasm, relax a bit then orgasm again. What was incredible was how he kept it up. I'm not sure for how long, but it seemed to go on for ages.
At that point I realized how transfixed I was with the scene in front of me. I had hardly moved. I also realized that I too was sopping wet. Slowly, I reached down and cupped my crotch over my shorts. The effect was electric. I was engorged, as swollen I can ever remember being. With just a little pressure I to began to come. No way could I do that here. So with her groans behind me, I started to make my way slowly back through the forest. I had to get back to my bed and get these clothes off. All I could think of was how much I needed to rub myself, to put my fingers deep inside me and bring myself off. But the need was far too urgent to wait. By the time I had gone a hundred yards I found myself lying down in the middle of the path. I didn't care. I was too far gone. I pulled my shorts down, stuck my hand under my panties and started to rub with complete abandon. My hand was instantly dripping wet and the first orgasm came like a clap of thunder going off in my head. The sensations may have started between my legs, but they quickly spread over my whole body. The harder I pressed on my clitoris, the better I felt. I came once more and then tried to get myself together and sprinted home.
Once there I whipped off my clothes and headed right to the shower. Enveloped in the warm spray, I couldn't rub myself self hard enough nor fast enough. An avalanche of desire had completely overtaken me. I brought myself to the verge of another orgasm then stopped. At the very back of the linen closet, secreted away under some never used towels, I brought out the only constant in my life over these past difficult months: a dildo I purchased on impulse but had used sparingly. I lay back in the tub, the hot water running over my body, and shoved it between my legs with all the force I could muster. With my legs spread wide, feet propped up on the sides of the tub, I pushed that thing into me farther and harder than I ever had before. And there was no doubt what I was thinking about. In front of me was Josh, smiling cruelly while his dick slammed inside me. Faster and faster I pumped, imagining him, not me, doing all the work. Finally I came with enough force to bring me back to some sort of normalcy. Somewhat satisfied, but still on edge, I dried off and put my housecoat on. That night I masturbated again. Gingerly this time, using only one finger. My pussy was quite sore from the day's workout and still a little swollen. But I knew I wouldn't get any sleep as long as the images of the afternoon were playing on a never-ending loop in my mind.
By the next morning, after a very restless sleep, I was mostly myself again and better able to examine what had happened the previous day. The events of that afternoon still had me in their thrall, but I was no longer in an uncontrollable state of sexual need. I felt ashamed of myself. What would I think if Marty ever acted this way, what would he think knowing what I had done? But I knew it was more than just a little voyeurism. There was a point, the day before, when I would have gladly accepted Josh as a lover. For the first time in my married life I was quite willing to have a man who wasn't my husband take me and fuck me in any way he wanted. I was jealous of that Karen girl and in truth wanted desperately to offer myself up in her place. Over a cup of very strong coffee I made a decision: No way could I see Josh that day. I needed at least another day or two to work out how I was feeling. I also, reluctantly, came to an important realization about myself: I was weaker than I had ever imagined. But at least acknowledging this would allow me to keep my desire for this guy hidden. I would talk to him, but I would be coolly polite and ever watchful. My family was still everything to me and no way was I ever going to screw that up. Josh could have his college bimbos and I would remain true to my adult responsibilities.
As it turned it was three days later when I saw him again. (It wasn't as if I was hiding out, but the only time I ventured out of the bungalow was at night to turn on the sprinklers.) It was still morning and I decided to go outside to have my coffee. No sooner had I closed the door behind me when Josh came riding up.
"Hey stranger." he remarked casually, "where have you been lately. I thought I had better come over and check up on you."
I made some excuse about a summer cold and asked him how he was. We chatted a little more about nothing in particular when he mentioned how good my coffee smelled. Well, this was it. I could ignore what he was getting at or I could be polite a get him a cup. I chose the latter and before I knew it were both settled in to some lawn chairs having quite a discussion. I was proud of myself. I wasn't acting stupid or girlish. I was coming across as the mature slightly condescending woman I wanted to project. But then before I knew it we had talked most of the morning away. And to top it off I was in the midst of explaining to him the circumstances that found me as the live-in gardener for Gwen. I thought to myself: "What a little rascal. I know what type of guy you are, I have seen you in action. And now you are worming your way into a deeper level of intimacy with me." Very few people outside of my immediate family were aware of the financial difficulties Marty and I were in. Quickly I brought the conversation to an end and told him I needed to get back to work.
Now it was my turn to look for him. I didn't see Josh for the next couple of days and wondered whether he had grown tired of this older lady. But then the day before Marty was supposed to get back from the lake, there was a knock on the door. I opened it and there stood Josh wearing and ear to ear grin on his boyish face.
"Hey there, do I have a surprise for you. Can I come in."
Taken off guard, I mumbled for him to take a seat. He just strode in and handed me what looked like a legal document. With closer inspection I realized it was an employment contract. I didn't know what to think. Josh went on to explain that his Dad was the majority owner in a fairly large construction concern. Josh had helped a lot of college friends get summer jobs, so after listening to me the other day he looked into getting a job for Marty as well. As it turned out, the site supervisor for a very large project in the next state over had just quit. The job was Marty's if he wanted it. The salary was great and the benefits fantastic. Josh went on to explain that this contract was only for the rest of the project (about another 3 months), but if Marty did well they would certainly offer him something on a more full time basis. Well, as you can imagine, I was ecstatic. I thanked Josh profusely and told him Marty would surely sign it when he got back. I was about to offer Josh something to drink when he begged off. He just waved his hand as he walked out the door, telling me not to think anything of it.
As predicted, Marty was as happy as I was. He spent the next couple of days getting things lined up as he would have to stay in a cheap motel next to the construction site. I would stay put and finish out our obligations to Gwen. And if everything worked out, we would collect the kids at the end of the summer and start a new life. A few days later he was off. To make things even better, he never once asked why I would reveal so much about our life to some boy from the neighborhood.
Over the next couple of weeks, Josh and I got into a routine. I would work most of the morning and then he would ride by for lunch. I would make a couple of sandwiches and we would sit and talk for an hour or two. Without anyone around, I really needed the human contact. I was still wary, but clearly we were talking about more than just the weather. He flirted a little with me. Yes, I liked it and felt comfortable talking to him about things I don't normally share with anyone except Marty. But I didn't put on makeup for his visits, nor do my hair. I was usually sweaty and dirty and I never gave him any kind of opening. Then one day he tried to a get a rise out me by describing some of the bathing suits he saw the girls wearing at the recent spring break he went to in Florida. As usual he had a cocky glint in his eye and was watching to see how I would react. I just turned to him and told him I could still fit into the thong I wore during my trip to Europe many years back:
"Two pregnancies and 16 years on and I have still have the figure I did then." I bragged to him.
Well, Josh perked right up. His cocky demeanor had temporarily vanished as he asked me if I still had it. I answered yes, but I never wore it any more. It was just an almost forgotten souvenir from a couple of carefree months spent on the beaches of the Greek islands. He tried to get more details out of me, but I refused to play his game. I knew Josh well enough that he would have kept at if I had let him. And in any case, Marty had been gone for two full weeks and was due back this evening for one day off. I chased Josh away and got myself prettied up for my husband. He had gotten his first paycheck, and despite a lot of outstanding debts, we decided to celebrate with a night at an expensive restaurant. Marty had to leave the very next morning and he left me as happy as I had been in about a year.
Maybe I should have foreseen what happened next. But things were going so well that I guess I allowed my defenses to drop. The next day Josh turned up. But instead of his usual buoyant cockiness, he looked downright crestfallen.
"Listen Maggie, I have some bad news for you. It looks like Marty isn't working out for my Dad's company. I think they are going to have to let him go. I just wanted to tell you so you weren't surprised when it happened."
I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Marty told me everything had been going great - what could have possibly gone wrong. All my hopes were pinned on this thing working out. I told Josh that Marty thought the job was working out and everyone seemed happy with him.
Josh seemed to hesitate for a second then answered: "I think most everyone is happy with the work he is doing. But I think your husband has somehow got on the wrong side of dad's chief project manager. And unfortunately his is the only opinion that matters over there. I have to tell you, Maggie, that this guy is an asshole and is incredibly hard to please. He is notorious for letting good people go for the flimsiest of reasons."
"Oh Josh, isn't there anything you can do? I don't want to put you into an awkward position or anything, but if you could just convince this guy to give Marty another chance, I'm sure everything will work out OK."
Josh seemed to think about this for a while and then said: "Geeze Maggie, I suppose I could say something. If I try real hard I can usually get my Dad to do things for me. But he isn't going to like this. It's one thing to get my friends jobs, its another thing for me to ask him to interfere with the decisions of his managers. I mean, I know it's important to you and all, but I don't want to ask any favors of him right now. You see, I was hoping to convince him to pay for a semester in Europe next spring."
I asked, no begged him to please give it a try. "Oh Josh, I know how much you want to study in Spain, but you will get other chances. But we are talking about my family here. Listen, do this for me and I will repay you any way I can. Just ask and it's yours. But don't let them fire Marty, he needs that job."
That comment seemed to elicit a little smile from Josh, but one that he quickly suppressed. In my state of panic I guess I never really thought about what I had just said.
"Look it Maggie, we both know I have got a thing for you. Maybe you think it's cute, but it's driving me crazy. Yes, I'm willing to do this for you. But I need something in return. And the only thing on my mind as of late is you in that thong. Ever since you told me about it I can think of nothing else. So if you are serious about "doing anything", I have a way you can repay me. It's not a big thing, and it will only take a few minutes. But we have to do it right now. So here's what I want: you go inside and put on your thong. Then I want you to model it for me. Afterwards I want you to give me a handjob. That's the deal. It's not like I'm asking you for sex, and you can even wear a top if you want. Now, if you want to tell me to fuck off, I understand. But do this one little thing for me and I will pull out all the stops to absolutely ensure that Marty keeps his job."
If I was scared before, I was terrified now. Actually I was angry as well - angry at myself. This was all my fault. I should have known better. I had no business making this selfish little boy my friend and confidant. I had seen him in action, I had no illusions as to his character, but still I let him worm his way into my life. And now I was being presented with the bill for my stupidity. This belated realization still left me with a dilemma though: to whom and how much would I have to pay.
Quickly I made the calculations: a hand job versus sudden unemployment; letting this boy ogle me versus more months of financial insecurity. What were the chances of Marty finding out and could I trust Josh to keep his mouth shut. Maybe with a little more time for consideration I would have rejected Josh outright. But Josh wasn't about to give me even this much.
"Maggie, I guess I was hoping you might actually want to do this. But I can see by your face that I was wrong. I hope you will try and forgive me. I think I had better go."
For a moment I felt relieved, but then I realized he had said nothing about talking to his Dad. If he left now, Marty would surely be out of work. So with that thought, I made up my mind. Something inside me just wasn't about to let Josh leave without getting what he wanted. I reached out and grabbed his arm as he turned to leave:
"Josh, wait. Go into the living room and I will join you in a few minutes."
I retreated to the bedroom to get ready. As I slipped on the thong I tried to console myself for the decision I had just made. I began mentally listing all the justifications for doing what I was about to do. I tried to convince myself that I had no choice. But I knew better. I knew there was a part of me that was looking forward to this. Part of me had craved this ever since I had first laid eyes on that little shit. I also knew I had to hide this from Josh.
I made my way into the living room, clad in the thong and a little bikini top. Surprised, I could see that Josh had already stripped down. He had spread out on the couch and was already fully erect. Josh was unabashedly rubbing that massive cock of his as he lay there with a goofy grin plastered on his face. His baby blue eyes were focussed squarely on me. I walked around feeling silly, betrayed and increasingly turned on. However I vowed to myself that Josh would know none of this. Every time I turned around so he could see my exposed ass, he let out a low moan and would begin stoking himself more deliberately. And why shouldn't he, I asked myself. It was true what I said: I had the same figure I did when I was 19. Every boyfriend I ever had was an ass man; it was my best physical asset. I have perky tits, full but not real large, so they had survived the horrors of breast-feeding. I had a nice waist and long legs. So despite the age difference, why shouldn't I appeal to someone like Josh?
I made my way over to the couch and sat demurely on the coffee table with my legs closed. I took out a bottle of hand lotion, squirted out a bunch and began to go to work. With as little emotion as I could show, I reached out and grabbed him. It really was incredible how large he was. No way could I get my hand around that glorious penis. He was so hard that I felt like I was grasping a steel pole, not an erect cock. I began to stroke him slowly and he began to grunt loudly:
"Yes, yes, you don't know how long I've wanted this. Come on Maggie, go faster."
I ignored him and kept up the same methodical pumping action. He was getting nothing from me but what he asked for. Yet despite my outward composure, I was a churning turmoil of emotions inside. I was inches away from the most perfect cock I had ever seen. I could feel it throbbing and twitching in excitement. I wanted to play with his dick, maybe flick it with my tongue and rub it across my face. I wanted him to grab my tits and pinch my nipples hard. I wanted to straddle his leg and grind my pussy into his thigh. I'm not sure where I got the strength to keep from betraying myself, but I knew it had to end soon or I might not hold on. Just then he started breathing faster, jerked a few times and came explosively. His cum was in my hair, across my cheek and all over my bikini top. He began to say something, but the look I gave him a look that seemed to shut him up. I stood up, went to the bathroom, got him a towel and passed it to him. As I did I said:
"I hope you got everything you wanted Josh, and I also hope you will keep up your end of the bargain. Clean yourself off and leave the towel in the living room. I really don't think we should see each other any more. I hope you understand that everything I just did was for Marty and my family."
With that I went to the bedroom and closed the door. Josh didn't say a thing. I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him to leave. Once I heard the door shut, I laid back and drove the heel of my palm directly over my clitoris and pressed down violently. After a couple of minutes of relentless rubbing, my orgasm came fast and it came hard. Yes, he did turn me on. But I hadn't let on to him how I felt. I had passed a test that I could've easily flunked. Maybe everything was going to work out after all.
Josh seemed to respect what I had said. Marty was still working and I didn't see any sign of my tormenter for the next week. A lonely week, mind you. I really was all by myself and had lots of time to go over what had happened. I was proud that I stayed in control. But I also became increasingly pissed off with what Josh had forced me to do. I couldn't help but wonder if the reason Marty got this job in the first place was so that Josh could have something to hold over me: something to force my sexual acquiescence. He was still playing a starring role in my numerous erotic daydreams, but I forced myself to leave my dildo where it was. He wasn't going to get any satisfaction from me, even if it occurred only in my fantasies.
I look at the words I have just written and I can't help but think what a fool I was. I wasn't any stronger. These little pep talks I was giving myself were only bandaids, superficial salves hiding a desire I didn't want to face up to. Obviously I should have cleared out, taken a bus and gone to spend some time with Marty. Or at the very least gone up to lake to be with my boys. But despite my growing suspicions about Josh's actions, I chose to stay put in the one place I was vulnerable. Did I really expect that I wouldn't hear from Josh again? So it wasn't with that much surprise that Josh showed up shortly after dusk later that week, banging insistently at my door. I opened it, but blocked his entry. Mustering up all the disdain I could manage, I confronted him:
"Look it Josh, I told you to stay away. The only thing I want from you is an apology. You're behavior was reprehensible, you took advantage of me and I think you know exactly what I'm talking about."
Josh just looked at me. And then he broke into one of his patented ear to ear grins:
"Yes, Maggie, I do have something I need to tell you. Let me start by saying that I wasn't entirely honest with you the last time we were together. Marty was never in any danger of being let go. You were absolutely right about everybody loving him. In fact I just found out that the project manager I was telling you about had decided to offer your precious husband quite a nice position."
What a shit. If I was pissed before, I was furious now. I took a deep breath and prepared to lay into him. But he cut me off:
"That doesn't mean, however, that I can't still get him fired. Yes Maggie, with a little persistence I'm sure I could poison things for Marty. You know, I was honest about one thing last week: I usually can get dad to do my bidding. He really is the trusting sort when it comes to his only child. But you know what, I don't think I need to go that far. The way I see it, you are going to give me my repeat performance, or I am going to tell Marty what a cheating slut you are. A few phone calls to some of my friends on his crew and before you know it he is grilling you about doing it with the boss's son. So that's the deal, I want another hand job today and at least a couple more each week for the rest of the summer. And I want it to start right now Maggie. So why don't you let me inside."
What could I say? At least I had some choices the week before. Now I had nothing but the certain knowledge that Josh would carry through on his threat if I didn't give him what he wanted. Defeated, I offered this up in response to his terms:
"You can have one a week and no more Josh. If you push me on this, the deal's off. You don't tell anyone and you keep clear of Gwen's place in the meantime."
With that he slipped past me and went straight to my bedroom. I tried to get him out to the living room, but he said it would be more comfortable on the bed. Also, he demanded that I wear no top this time and that he get to watch as I put on the thong.
I started to argue, but thought better of it. What difference would it make. The only thing left for me was to follow the plan I used the week before: parade around the room a little, give him a few pumps and then self-righteously demand that he get out my house. I went to the bathroom to collect myself. By the time I got to the bedroom he again was already stripped down and erect, but standing this time. I hoped he didn't notice as my eyes quickly darted down to take in the full grandeur of his member. He grabbed himself roughly and hoarsely demanded that I start stripping. I tried to concentrate on what I had to do and not let myself get carried away by the feelings of arousal that were beginning to rise in me. Let him have what he wanted, but just make sure that the only thing he saw was a disinterested and mature woman who was only going through the motions. Though now in shreds, my dignity was the only thing I had to protect me from this over-sexed teenager. I couldn't afford to let Josh take what was left of that as well.
He continued to stand as I sat down at my bureau. Slowly but deliberately, I began removing pieces of my clothing. First I discarded my tee shirt and jeans, then my socks and jewelry. I reached into the top drawer and got out my thong and laid it out in front of me. I unclasped my bra and let it fall to my lap, my breasts fell free and I heard of grunt of delight from the other side of the room - but I refused to look in Josh's direction. I stood up, looked down, bent over, pushed my panties to my ankles and stepped out of them. Now I looked up, entirely exposed, and fixed on Josh a look that communicated nothing but the disdain I held for him. I was vulnerable but haughty. He just stared back, cock in hand, bucking his hips back and forth ever so slightly. I turned back to the bureau, grabbed my thong and slipped it on with the same frigid demeanor I used to undress. I turned around, gave him another cold stare and asked him what he wanted. He waived his free hand and told me to turn around and stand still. After a few seconds I heard him crawl onto the unmade bed and demand that I join him.
"No lotion this time Maggie, I want this to last longer."
I crawled on to bed and kneeled down beside him. This was a little unfortunate as I was more exposed than last time. My legs were parted a little, but I did like the fact that I was overtop him and looking down on his exposed body. It gave me a small sense of power for him to have to look up to me. I grabbed him and started rubbing his shaft methodically. I tried to keep my pace even, not wanting to respond to his urgings in any way. I looked away and tried to keep my gaze fixed away from his prone body. Yes, the lust was there and I could feel myself becoming well and truly turned on. But I was confident I could resist this growing arousal. I knew I could keep this up for as long as I had to. Though slight in scope, it was a victory for me nevertheless. Who knows, maybe frustrated at my lack of emotion he would soon lose interest and leave me alone.
Just then I felt his hand snake quickly between my legs and pull the thin material of my thong aside so my pussy was fully exposed. Then two warm fingers slid their way between my lips, coming to rest squarely on my clitoris.
"No, Josh, this isn't part of the bargain" is what I tried to say. However, I think it came out as an unintelligible whimper.
I tried to pull my hand off his cock, but he was to quick for me there as well. He clinched his hand over mine and said, "I think we will leave that where it is."
Again I tried to say no, but the words became stuck in my throat as he delicately pinched my clit between his to fingers and gave me the barest of rubs.
"When did you get so wet Maggie? If I didn't know better, I would think that you were getting turned on. Could it be that this is what you have wanted all along?
I felt all residual resistance drain from me in response to his knowing sarcasm. I could feel the need of that day at his cabin bubbling up inside me. Instinctively, I pushed myself down hard onto his hand. He broke out in a laugh and pushed up to meet me, grinding his fingers up against my swollen clitoris. Then in one motion he took my arm and flipped me onto my back, legs splayed, all the while continuing to rub me. I was putty, already on the verge of cumming. He clasped his mouth onto my breast, bit my nipple and sent me soaring off to the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. A full month of pent up desire and another year of unfulfilled sexuality came pouring out my body in one long paralyzing orgasm. I am not a screamer in bed, but I even surprised myself at how long and loud I moaned. But before I could catch my breath, Josh was kissing his way down my stomach. His hands were now latched onto my tits, kneading and massaging them. He made his way down past my thong and eventually found his way to my exposed vagina. Yes, I so wanted this. This was exactly right. He parted my lips with his tongue as I frantically tried to force myself down the bed, trying to get his mouth closer to my pussy. He had other ideas though as he held me in place. He expertly he started to lick me just inside both my pussy lips - running his tongue the full length of me while studiously avoiding all contact with my clit. He kept this up for a few minutes, slowly increasing the pace. It was all I could do not to grab the back of his head and push it deeper into my crotch. I was aflame and started begging Josh to finish me off. He seemed to like that and responded by sucking in my clitoris between his lips while flicking his tongue across its sensitive top. I was so swollen that even the slightest contact sent me off again. I began bucking my hips, but Josh stayed right with me: sucking and licking. I clamped his blonde head between my thighs and came with a force that was only slightly less than my previous orgasm.
With that he reached down and pulled me up to him. I thought he wanted to kiss, but he kept on guiding me until my face was positioned over his very stiff cock. Now I knew how Karen really felt. But I had a secret: something that only one other person knew about, something that I was going to now do for the first time in 16 years.
The summer I got the thong I was currently wearing, was the summer I decided to make my way across Europe. By the time I had made it to the Island of Corfu in Greece, I was ready to relax on a Mediterranean beach. Some how I got hooked up with a group people staying at my hostel, all Scandinavian and all my age. They took me everywhere with them as their token American. One day, out on the beach, we all found ourselves in a secluded cove. Everyone agreed we should go nude and before I knew it everybody had stripped down except for me. Though acutely embarrassed, what could I do; I ended up joining them of course - though I was pretty uncomfortable with it. I was no virgin, but I still had very little experience with sex. This group, though, seemed entirely at ease with their sexuality. They talked about it all the time and seemed to have no shame. I lay down on my towel with the girls, when they all stopped to look over at Peter. He was this huge Norwegian, sexy as anything else. I was nursing a crush on him, but then so were most females he came into contact with. Now here he was in front of me, nude and swinging free. Up to this point I had avoided staring at anyone or anything in particular. But Peter was a specimen you could not easily ignore. Once he turned to enter the water the other girls began to laugh, teasing me about my slack jawed reaction to his presence. I giggled along with them, but got very interested when their conversation turned to what Peter liked in bed. A number of these girls had made it with him, but each only once. It seemed that the size of his cock made blowjobs out of the question. But that was all he liked. He just wasn't interested in fucking, far preferring having his cock sucked. At that moment I knew how I could get him for myself. I had a plan: or I guess I should say that my best friend at 15 had a plan. Becky was the "wild one" from my junior high school group. She was the one who would regale us with stories of forbidden sexual pleasures she gleaned from magazines her older brothers stashed in their bedrooms. One slumber party, she explained in detail to a giggling but fascinated group of barely pubescent girls the art of the blowjob. She also gave us step by step instructions on how one went about learning to "deep throat". If I wanted Peter for myself, all I had to do was follow Becky's plan. For the next few days I started to put things down my throat. I found that with a little concentration I could overcome the gag reflex. It's embarrassing even now to think of my 19 year old self doing this. But at that moment in life there was nothing more important to me than trying to get Peter for myself. After a few days I had it mastered. I went to Peter one night, fortified by a small bottle of ouzo, and whispered to him that I was better at sucking cock than anyone else he had ever met. Sure enough we were down the beach a few minutes later, lying on the sand behind some boulders. Somehow I was able to get all of him down my throat and he loved it. For the next week or so I became Peter's girl. I was the envy of every female around and I played it up for all it was worth. Truth be told, the sex was lousy. Peter was a perfunctory lover who maybe had intercourse with me a grand total of 3 times. I didn't care though, I gave him all the blowjobs he wanted and he gave me a kind of sexual empowerment I had never known before. After he and the rest of the group moved on, I never used this skill again - I was too afraid to. I figured if people (including Marty) knew what I could do, then maybe they would think I wasn't the "nice girl" I had been brought up to be.
Now here I was years later, definitely not a nice girl, wanting to give this man the gift I had even withheld from my husband of 11 years. I lowered myself onto his waiting cock and kept on going. I'm sure he was bigger than Peter, certainly wider. But I concentrated hard and got all of him down my throat. I looked up and could see that he was suitably amazed. No one had ever done that for him before. Josh let out a guttural moan, grabbed my head and began pumping my mouth on him with increasing ferocity. He never had a chance and came into my mouth after a few scant minutes. I swallowed it all and kept right on going. I could see that Josh was appraising me differently now. I sucked him until he was hard again, where Josh then seized control and flipped me again to my back. With one quick action, he relieved me of my thong. Then grabbing my ankles, he spread my legs as far as they would go and entered my now very well lubricated pussy. I never felt any discomfort. He slid in slowly, staring directly into my eyes the whole time. I felt completely filled up. This orgasm built up slowly and insistently. Josh fucked me hard, driving me down into the bed with each thrust. When I finally came I noticed that Josh had barely broken a sweat. He was still hard and still ready for more. I realized then that had Josh just gotten started. As it turned out, we didn't finish until it was almost dawn.
We spent most of the next day in bed as well, at one point in the afternoon he fucked me non-stop for almost and hour and a half. I had to plead with him to give me a rest. Of course, my begging only made him harder and more insistent that we start again in a new position. In the following days we did it in the pool, outside on the estates back lawn, and right on the marble floor in Gwen's entrance hall. Josh truly was both insatiable and inexhaustible. But then that's all I wanted as well. I didn't care about anything else. After a couple of weeks I noticed that the flowerbeds were beginning to look unkempt. When Marty phoned to tell me that he was too busy to get a night off, I actually felt relieved - not guilty, just relieved. I didn't want to tear myself away from Josh, even if it was for only 24 hours. It's all I thought about. Josh went out and purchased me a cell phone and demanded that I wear it on my hip all day. This way he could call me over any time he felt in the mood. It didn't take but a couple of days for me to turn into my lover's pornographic version of Pavlov's dog; the phone would start ringing and in anticipation of sex I would find myself getting moist between my legs. Josh would test me, waking me up at 3 am and telling me to come over immediately. There I was, nude except for some flip flops, making my way with a pen light through the pitch blackness to his cabin. He would have me suck him off, then turn over to go to sleep. He ferreted out of me every sexual experience of note I ever had, and this included the time I spied him and Karen doing it out on his patio. Josh loved this, and after a hearty laugh he took me to the path and made me recreate the scene for him. He made me do the same thing for the tub as well, me pumping that now relatively small dildo inside of me while he watched at the side. I still wore the thong for him and he loved to cum on my ass. He also liked to regale me with stories of his sexual conquests, purposely driving me to distraction with jealously. He loved watching me squirm. One of his favorite ploys was to lay back in an easy chair while I knelt between his legs, listening him go on in detail about some college girl he was screwing while I helped out by giving him one of my patented deep throat jobs.
Yes, he could be cruel. And looking back at it all I have to admit that his cruel streak was, in part, what attracted me so forcefully to him. But with all that I was experiencing, I still hadn't even begun to guess at the depths of his heartlessness. But I sure was about to find out. Sometime in August, as I was getting out of the shower, I was startled by a figure in my bedroom. Marty was sitting on the bed, still with his jacket on, staring at me quizzically. What was he doing here? He wasn't due to come home for another week. Then I realized the reason for the puzzled look on his face. Marty was staring at my now clean-shaven pussy. Josh had forced me do it for him a couple of days back. Flustered, I began to babble:
"Marty, what are you doing here. Is anything wrong? Oh, you are looking at my pussy. I thought I'd surprise you....."
Marty put up his hand and said: "Can it Maggie. I know what's going on here. Your boyfriend's pals just couldn't keep their mouths shut. I quit yesterday and I'm back here to take you away. I know that he used my job to get you to do this, his father's secretary told me this was just the kind of stunt Josh likes to pull. I want you pack up and we are going to pick up the boys. I think I have a lead on some work in Oregon and I want to get going today."
I didn't know what to say. I was thoroughly ashamed to be standing nude in front of my cuckolded husband while evidence of his rival's handiwork was so clearly evident. But I was also pissed at Marty for showing up like this. He was ruining everything. I was getting ready to go over to see Josh before he had shown up. And despite everything Marty had just said, that was still all I could think about. If you can believe it, I was the one who was pissed off.
But before I could think of anything to say, my cell phone on the dresser began to ring. Marty looked over and said:
"You don't have a cell phone. Wait a second. That's him, isn't it."
And with that, Marty jumped up and grabbed it before I could do anything. With his lips pursed and his jaw set tight, Marty answered the phone:
"Look you little cocksucker, party time is over. You're lucky that I don't come over there and rip you a new asshole. Maggie is now officially off limits, do you hear. I no longer work for your daddy, so you no longer have anything to hold over her. Now, I'll let Maggie herself tell you what a worthless fuck you are and we will be on our way."
And with that he handed over the phone to me. Actually, he shoved it at me and told me to make the goodbye final. I put the phone to my ear only to hear Josh laughing at the other end.
"Whoa, somebody is pissed off" he said good-naturedly.
"Sorry about that Maggie, I would have warned you earlier, but I just found out he quit in the last few minutes. I was hoping to give you a little warning. But now that we're too late, let's say we put him in his place. I want you to look right at him and repeat everything I say to you."
Marty had fixed on me a scowl, as I hadn't yet said anything. On the other end Josh was saying things I would never dream of repeating in front of my husband. I remained quiet and Josh's mood turned sour and demanding.
"Look it Maggie, here is the deal. You say everything exactly as I say it or it is over between us. No more play time baby, you will have to go the rest of your life without ever seeing my dick in your mouth again. Now, start repeating what I say to your husband. I didn't like what he said to me and I want my revenge. Say it exactly as I say it and keep the phone close to your mouth so I can hear that you do."
And that is exactly what I did. Josh knew what buttons to push. And at that point it was impossible for me to imagine a life that did not include sex with him. He had me in his thrall and would now exact a very high price from me for this privilege. I started repeating verbatim to Marty what Josh was saying:
"Marty, I'd love to take off with you but you see there is just one problem. Your cock is just too small. You see, over the last few weeks I have been broken in by a real dick and could never be satisfied again with the likes of you. Why don't you head off somewhere and let me get back to what I had planned this morning, to go over to Josh's and let him put his dick in my mouth."
Dear reader, maybe you will think better of me if I tell you that I said this all with tears in my eyes. But then maybe that isn't really true. I like to think it is. I hope it is, but the truth is I don't remember what I was feeling. All I really know is that the look on Marty's face should have brought some tears to my eyes. I dropped the phone, grabbed my housecoat and sprinted over to Josh's. Thankfully Marty never perused me. When I got over there, Josh was in high spirits. We fucked for the better part of the day. Every time I thought he had enough, he would repeat what I had said to Marty and get hard again. He loved it and continued to crow about it for the next week.
Marty's departure marked a kind of turning point for me when it came to Josh. Everything had changed; on the one hand I needed the sex more than ever - like an itch that need perpetual scratching; but on the other hand I couldn't help but notice that I was receiving less and less physical joy out of it. Ever perceptive, Josh saw this as well and started to play with me more often. Sometimes he would go a few days without calling me, other times he would purposely call out another woman's name when were screwing. One day he told me to hide in the trees the same way I did for him and Karen. I knew what was coming, but I showed up as directed nevertheless. There was Josh, in all his glory, with some little asian princess. She was enthusiastic, loud and extremely flexible. Josh made good use of her and ensured that I saw everything.
This went on for a few more weeks, me in a zombie like state trying desperately not to think about Marty and the boys. I didn't hear from any of them the whole time. Then one day toward the end of the summer, Josh invited me over. He was waiting with a few of his construction buddies, guys who had worked with Marty. These were the very same guys responsible for blabbing to Marty about Josh and me. I had arrived wearing almost nothing and was getting increasingly uneasy.
Josh had me sit down and began to tell them all about my cock-sucking prowess. I didn't like how this was developing. The guys were eating it all up, looking at me hungrily. Josh went on to say that each would get his turn, starting from the smallest to the largest. With that, the guys all stood up and began to shed their shorts. That's when it finally hit me. That's when I finally stopped for a second and thought about what I was doing. No way was I going to blow all these guys. This wasn't going to happen. So I bolted. I could hear Josh screaming at me, but I blocked him out and kept on running.
When I got back to my place, the cell phone was ringing like crazy. This was the important moment. I knew if I answered it I would back at his place in 10 minutes, on my knees working through all his skuzzy friends. I picked the phone up and dropped it in the toilet. In less than 20 minutes I had packed and cleared out of there - never to return.
It took me a few weeks to catch up with Marty and the kids. They were in Portland and Marty indeed had a pretty good job. He didn't want anything to do with me initially, but the boys at least were happy to see their mommy. I got a cheap apartment and apologized to Marty everyday for 3 months before he agreed to go to counseling with me to see if there was anything in our marriage worth fighting for.
At first I thought it was hopeless. Marty was too hurt and I couldn't blame him. But then one day, while I was over looking after the kids, he came home earlier than expected. He gave the boys some money and sent them out to an arcade. I didn't know what to expect, usually when he got home I cleared out as well. This time, Marty told me to stay.
He took a shower and then when to the bedroom while I waited nervously in the living room. Finally, he called me in. He was naked on the bed. At first I was a little perplexed. But then he said:
"Well, what are you waiting for. This is what you want, isn't it?"
In a second I was across the room and on him. I tried to hold him and kiss him, but he didn't want any of it. I could feel his hardness pushing up insistently on my stomach and I got the message that he was looking for relief. Quickly I brought my mouth down to his crotch and engulfed him. Without thinking, I took him all the way down - like I did for Peter and Josh. This surprised him, but obviously he was too busy enjoying my attentions to say anything. He came and I just kept on sucking. It took a little while, but he got hard again. I stripped down and he took me from behind. I was so grateful I actually had tears in my eyes, I wanted nothing more than to let him have me any way he wanted.
I thought for sure he would grill me about where I learned to deep throat, but Marty didn't say a thing. In fact he never asked me about Josh. In the next few weeks the kids visited the arcade more often and, though not yet living together, Marty and I were having sex with more regularity than at any time since our first years together. But the sex was different. Marty was fully in charge now, I was simply going along for the ride. He didn't want to cuddle and had very little interest in foreplay. Mostly I would do my deep-throat thing on him and then he would do me doggie-style. At first I chalked up the change in his behavior to his accident - it had been over a year since he had any regular sex. But after a month or so I had to admit that there was something else going on. Though Marty was most definitely enjoying the sex, I think he was also punishing me by refusing me any tenderness. I wasn't about to say anything though. If this was how he wanted it, then so be it. It was a small price to pay for to become a family again.
We did eventually move into together again. And Marty even began to return, bit by bit, to his normal self in bed. I knew he still finds it difficult to trust me, so I try hard to be the perfect wife and mother. I also make sure that I am honest with him in all things. Well, almost all things. Josh did get in touch with me about 6 months ago. He was in town working for his Dad and looked me up. I was surprised to hear his voice on the phone, but wasn't surprised when he demanded that I meet him at hotel downtown. I laughed at his tone and told him to get lost . By the time I hung up on him he was screaming at me to do what he wanted. I figured Marty didn't need to know about that - what possible good could it do. I also decided not to let Marty in on a little purchase I made. I had forgotten to pack up my dildo when I left Gwen's place in such a hurry. So I got a new one. No big deal really. And given the sex between us now, Marty might even enjoy the inclusion of a toy in our lovemaking. The problem is that I had somehow bought one that is bigger than Marty. The first time I used it I realized, coincidentally, that it just happens to be the same size as Josh. It seems a waste to just throw it away, though, and I don't relish shelling out money for a new one. And in any case, the one that I bought does the job so nicely. So, for the sake of economy, I think it best if I keep this from Marty as well.
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