My work has required more and more time, preventing me from doing my normal household duties. One of my favorites is keeping our lawn neatly manicured, but I had to entrust one of the neighborhood teens to take care of the task for me.
Another draw back to the longer hours is more time away from my gorgeous wife. While I would never deny her, I do have to be with her to satisfy her. As the weeks wore on, she began to get agitated with my extended absence. In a joking mixed with an inquisitive manner, I told her that I would pick which ever teen she wanted to cut the grass. This way, she can watch him and enjoy the eye candy. Immediately, she got sassy and said that she wanted Greg, the local football playing senior.
Somewhat surprised with her quick demand, I told her that I would pay him any amount that he might ask for. With that, she said "be careful, it might come back to haunt you, you never know what I might do when I get worked up and you're not around". Since the conversation lightened up, I pushed back by telling her that not only was I not scared and I might have over at the house all the time doing all kinds of things, one of which might be her.
Her head spun around and she glared at me, then playfully told me that need to thread lightly because I couldn't handle the thought of her having sex with another man.
Although I've told her several times that it was a fantasy of mine, we have never gone through with it, so I couldn't argue the point with her other than assuring her that it wouldn't phase me.
I told her that I was going to get Greg no matter the cost and the rest is up to her. Hearing that, she took my hand and guided me in the bedroom, then proceeded to undress herself and me. Standing before me completely naked, she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand between her slightly parted legs.
Before my hand touched her swollen lips, my fingers brushed the inside of her thighs during their northward journey. Much to my surprise, there wasn't an ounce of friction, as her thighs were slick from her natural lube. With the palm of my hand resting on her neatly trimmed bush, my fingers disappeared into the swollen and wet folds of her sex. With her free hand, she wrapped it around my neck, stared into my eyes and confessed that the thought of Greg's hard muscular body pressed against hers had crossed her mind more than once. Ensuring that not only was it natural for her to think such thoughts, it was a huge turn on for me when I thought about her with another guy, let alone a younger man such as Greg.
From that point, not much more was said. She bent over and took the head of my cock in mouth and my hand naturally grabbed a handful of her beautiful auburn hair. Her head began moving up and down, dragging her soft full lips up and down my rock hard shaft. After maybe a minute of this divine attention, I knew that it was time for something else or our playtime would end abruptly.
I pulled my wife up and over to the bed, grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up. I positioned her so her hips were on the edge so I could stand on the floor to get all of my weight turned into forward motion as I slammed into her pelvis.
She reached between her legs and grabbed my shaft. Pointing at the target, she paused and insisted "show me how you want Greg to do me". I agreed, as long as she promised to close her eyes and imagine his lean body self instead of me. She let her head fall back onto the bed and closed her eyes. Although not intentional, I teased her by running the head of my cock up and down her thoroughly soaked sex. Being impatient, she moved her hips closer to mine in order to start the penetration.
Couple the fact that she was so wet that her ass was coated with her easily flowing liquid and she was thinking about our neighbor, I could hold back no longer. With one hard thrust, I sank into her until my pelvic bone slammed into hers, hammering her clit. She moaned and arched her back, offering herself for more abuse. I obliged by repeating the torture, picking up the pace as time went on.
I grabbed a hold of her by her waist, thus pulling her into the pounding my hips were giving her. Within seconds, I could feel her internal muscles grabbing the shaft of my cock trying to force it in deeper. This was a sure sign that she was about to cum, which was perfect timing as I could feel the impending eruption of myself.
I always want her to cum before I do, so I shifted my hips downward in order to give her some upward thrusts into her G spot. Like clockwork, it set her off. She screamed louder that I had ever heard her before. Feeling her pussy contract and release my cock during her orgasm sent me over the edge too, filling her walls with my man liquid.
She opened her eyes and pulled me close to her. After a few silent minutes, she asked me what I was thinking about during sex. I asked her to tell me her thoughts first, so she admitted that she was thinking about Greg's naked body and his tool being inside her.
I explained to her that I was thinking about a similar scenario; her taking control of Greg and using his body to do her biding. She asked again if I was telling her the truth or just what she wanted to hear, which I told her it was the truth, yet she said that she wouldn't go through with it as it only makes for good pillow talk.
The next night, I walked down the street when I saw Greg pull into his driveway. I explained my needs and asked him if he would be interested in earning a few extra bucks. At first, he didn't seem too receptive because he was too old to be cutting grass. When I told him that I would make it worth his while by paying him whatever he wanted, his interest piqued. I then asked him if he would be interested to doing menial tasks that my wife needed done through out the week for additional money, he agreed. I told him that he could start the next day by cutting the grass and then asked him to check with my wife for other tasks she might need accomplished. His only condition was that he gets started after his last class, around 2 o'clock, so he can still have a social life. "No problem", I said with a sinister smile.
When I returned to the house, my wife was getting ready for bed. I did my night time routine and met her between the sheets. As we were watching TV, a commercial started, so I decided that it was a perfect time to inform her of the next day's events.
I said "So, tomorrow Greg will be here a little after 2 o'clock to take care of the grass". I could feel her eyes burning into my head as I continued to watch the tube. After a long pause, she replied "OK, no problem, though I might a few other chores for him to do in your absence". Without skipping a beat, I just told her to keep a tab of what he does so I can make sure to pay him accordingly. Nothing more was said about it, though my wife a little more quiet than usual as I'm sure she pondered the possibilities.
As usual, I drifted off to sleep before my wife did. I try to stay awake, but the days fatigue almost always knocks me out quick for a deep sleep. Tonight was different though, I was so caught up in the excitement and possibilities with Greg, I was sleeping lightly, drifting in and out.
After what I think was the second time I had awaken and fallen back to sleep, I woke up again from a little annoyance that I thought was our cat walking on the bed between my wife and me. Before I opened my eyes and 'waking up', I figured out it wasn't my cat, but my non sleeping wife. Pretending to be asleep, I barely opened my eyes in order to investigate.
From the street light outside, I was more than able to see my wife's figure in the darkness. She had pulled the sheets down until they barely covered her waist. Just barely. Since we both sleep in the buff, her large tits and meaty nipples shone in the darkness. Her left hand had her right nipple captured between her fingers, rolling it back and forth, as her right hand disappeared beneath the sheet. There was now doubt of what it was doing, as its motion caused me to wake up.
I knew that she was thinking about Greg, so I resisted temptation and let her enjoy pleasuring herself. I just laid there and watched the show, as I have never seen her masturbate. Even with my cock rock hard, I forced myself watched her tweak her nipple and make herself cum. It was quite apparent that she lusted for him. The torture I put myself through to please her...... :-)
Over the course of the following week or two, I would ask my wife prodding questions about her time with Greg. She was honest with me, saying that nothing had happened other than she watched him from inside as he cut the grass. Further, she said that he was very respectful when talking to him.
Damn, I thought. It was time to turn up the heat a little.
I asked Greg if he could sweep the pool on Friday, his 'short' school day, around noon. I offered him the excuse that we were expecting company over the weekend and they would arrive around 2 o'clock. He agreed without reservation, and knowing my wifes sun tanning schedule, it would put them on a crash course of skimpy clothes and awkward moments. I instructed him to just go around back to the pool and get started as soon as he could; my wife probably wouldn't hear the doorbell. Of course, my wife knew nothing of the change in schedule.
At around 12:15 the next day, my wife sent me a text saying "good one, I'm in my white bikini and he's right in front of me with nothing on but shorts and a film of sweat. You might regret this one...."
I sent her a text say "what ever are you talking about?"
She replied "he's hot, I'm weak and you might want to come home to prevent things from happening"
I said "what will happen if I don't?"
She shot back with "I can't take it anymore, so if you don't come home and stop something that you aren't sure you want to happen, just remember you started it."
My last text said "what about me coming home and just watching?"
Her last text said "either come and stop it or watch or join in, but you have no more than a few minutes"
Grabbing a folder to cover up the protruding bulge in my pants, I told my boss that I had an emergency and I had to leave. Speeding like a mad man, I make it to the house in half the time it usually takes. I turn on to our street and park on the road a few houses down from our house, get out and quietly open the front door. Closing it behind me, I stand at the door for a minute and just listen for any activity happening inside. Hearing nothing, I walk towards the back of the house to a window that overlooks the pool.
As I peer outside, I see Greg working on the pool and my wife laying face down in her lounge chair sunning her back. She had her head turned away from him, which allowed him to gaze at her unnoticed.
I continued to watch from my hidden retreat. I pulled out my cell phone to send her a text, but Greg's action caused me to put it to another use. I saw him loosen his grip on the pool brush with one hand and proceed to stroke his cock through his shorts. I turned on the video recorder and captured a few seconds of him pleasuring himself as he stared between my wifes slightly parted legs. All of this happened without her knowledge.
I decided to go out and talk to my wife, so I called out her name loudly so he wouldn't be caught in an awkward moment when I opened the back door. Hearing her name, she yelled for me to come to the pool.
As I approached her, I said my hellos to Greg. It was very apparent that he was worked up, as his tool had made a rather large bump on the front of his shorts. He tried to turn and hide it, but his efforts were all for not. I felt sorry for the guy as he was blushing like he was just caught naked in school.
When I reached my wife, I noticed that the straps to her bikini top were untied and her ample features were pressed below her, forcing them to expose the sides of them to Greg. I pulled up a chair to chat with her.
She asked if I was home for the day, which I had to answer no. With a bit of disappointment in her voice, she asked if I had a few minutes to spend with her in the bedroom, and again, I had to say no. She huffed and said "If you wanted to get me all worked up watching him, you've succeeded. Now you tell me that you can't stay around long enough to make me cum? That's cruel! What am I supposed to do?"
I simply tell her "anything you want". She retorted with "He's a great guy, but he doesn't turn me on". I let out a chuckle and said "tell me you weren't thinking about him when you fingered yourself last night".
Her face went blank when she realized that I wasn't asleep as she made herself cum. She asked "If you were awake, why didn't you take advantage of the fact that I needed to cum?" I told her that "if you wanted to have sex with me, she could have awakened me, something that has been known between the two of us for over sixteen years."
After reaching the end of that excuse, she then said "well, I'm sure that he has some hot teenage girl that is more than willing to part her legs for him, so I don't think he's interested in me". I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and showed her the short video I had just shot of him stroking himself while staring at her. She watched it over and over.
Finally, I told her that I had to leave. She asked me why I was tempting her with such a delicious fruit. I told her that I want her to have a fulfilling life, not one of restrictions set by me. I'm not jealous in any sense because I have her heart.
She warned me again of the consequences of me leaving her in this situation. I told her that she needs to make a decision based on her wants, needs and desires, not mine. She just said "ok...."
I gave her a kiss and started to walk away, but paused to whisper "who knows, I might hang around and watch the action, or maybe join in too". She closed her eyes and continued to soak in the rays and said "fine, but you were warned".
Walking by the pool, I asked Greg to check with my wife for any other tasks she might need and to feel free to take dip in the pool to cool off. He said that appreciated the offer and he'll take me up on it.
When I go back inside, I return to the darkened room in which I first stopped. I watched for a few minutes with not much mention, however, after things settled down with my departure, Greg took advantage of fact that she still had her head turned away from him. He began to rub his member through his shorts again, but this time he was much closer to her. He had a great view too. Her legs looked as if they were as wide as they could get and still rest on the lounge. Her white bikini bottoms barely covered her crotch and left little to imagine.
Her lounge was only ten feet or so from the window I occupied, so the view was almost as good for me. The sheer white material was molded to her crotch, showing every fold and protrusion. Greg's eyes locked onto her body, studying it from head to toe. The flow of her long auburn hair, her perfectly tanned naked back and her shapely legs, all left completely exposed for his viewing pleasure.
As Greg continued to rub himself, my wife reached her hands around her back and fastened the straps of her top. I readied myself for a quick exit as I thought she was going to come in, yet instead, she rolled over onto her back to give her front some rays. Maybe more I thought?
Greg turned his attention back to the pool, and to me surprise, my wife began to strike up a conversation with him. I had no idea what they were talking about, but I could tell that they were exchanging pleasantries by the grins and smiles that were being shared. She propped her head up a little with a pillow in effort to get comfortable, and then pulled her legs up into a bent position. Knowing her, this is one of her most relaxing positions.
As the conversation continued, smiles, grins and giggles became more and more frequent. With a couple of sips of alcohol, my wife had seemed to have forgotten about sunning and turned her attention solely towards entertaining him. I happened to notice that she closed her legs together and now seemed to be pressing her thighs together, pinching the folds of her womanly lips together. As her thighs swayed to her left and right, I noticed a small area on her bikini bottoms had turned a pale shade of gray; she was wet, and there was no hiding it.
Greg's back had been turned to me, so I didn't keep track of what he was doing. When he placed the pool broom on the deck though, he turned his body towards me enough for me to see that his cock was fully engorged and was threatening to tear his shorts in two. It was now obvious to me why my wife was so wet, she was staring at his hard on from behind the privacy of her sunglasses.
My wife gestured for him to jump in the pool, which he did. She crawled out of her lounge and went to the side of the house. When she returned, she brought her young friend a pool float and threw it to him. As he pulled the float to him, she walked past the window and into the pool bath.
The young man climbed onto the float and laid on it with his body facing up. Like clockwork, when he saw the coast was clear, he began to play with himself again. Only this time, his hand went underneath the waste band of his shorts and made direct contact with his member. Then it became clear that he wanted her to see his erect cock, so he stroked it in her absence to keep it hard as a rock for her return.
Since the door to the bath faced in a manner that denied his viewing, she stopped in the door while she grabbed the strings on the side of her bottoms and hiked them high on her hips and adjusted her tits to offer him the an almost full view of them even with her top still on. Make no mistake, she looked hot, and I knew what was about to happen!
She walked to the steps leading into the pool and stopped for a minute. She put her hands on her hips as said a couple of words to him, and the dove into the pool. As she surfaced, she smiled and exchanged a few more words and sort of walked in a circling motion around her apparent prey, inching closer and closer with each step. When she got within arms reach, she dove under the water again and surfaced on the other side of him, facing me.
She playfully reached underneath the float and tipped him over into the pool. With the float between them, she lowered herself into the water until only her neck and head were exposed above the water. Within seconds, her hand rose above the surface holding her top in her hand and she tossed it on the deck, only inches from my window. Moments later, her bottoms suffered a similar fate. Greg followed suit, so to speak. His shorts hit the deck and they continued to circle each other, keeping the float between them.
It seemed as if Greg had an issue with the awkwardness of the situation, so he was obviously afraid to take the first step and my wife was forced to make the first move. Being the confident sport she is, she lurched herself onto the float and positioned herself face up in front of her new found friend. Greg made little haste getting to work.
He started by trying to kiss her on the lips, which she rejected by forcing his head into a position to let him attack her neck. As his lips assaulted her neck, he steadied the float with one hand ant tweaked a nipple with the other. With the first pinch, she forced her head back, almost dipping her head under the surface of the water. Slowly, she moved a hand below the surface (which I'm sure she grabbed his cock) and the other hand drifted slowly towards her own sex epicenter.
Being young and somewhat impatient, he moved his lips down to her nipples, sucking and biting them with speed and power. The intensity grew within her, as her spiraling assault on herself quickened and her other hand's motion speed up in equal rations. Eventually, she ended the self inflicted assault, moved her hand to the top of his head and vigorously shoved it into her gaping crotch.
With the first contact of his mouth on her slit, she raised the leg next to him over his head and placed it on his shoulder. This gave me a wide open view of the action. Her pussy was flowing her wetness with no resistance. His tongue flickered back and forth over the hood that was trying to protect her clit, but the clit was so swollen it protruded out into unabashed territory. All the while she continued to jack him off under the water.
He started an apparently appeasing rhythm, as her hips started to grind themselves back and forth on the float and the stress of hand pressing his face into her sex was noticeable. The side to side motion ceased and shifted into an up and down motion, grinding her clit against his tongue, lips and chin. It became clear to me that she was about to cum. Releasing his shaft, she placed her other hand on the back of his and forced it into her pussy with all of her might. The speed of her hips grinding into his face increased by the second, and finally, she pulled his head into her pussy so hard that it lifted her back and head off of the float. She came with a lot of force.
After she regained her composure, she slid off of the float and he jumped on. Without hesitation, she took his cock into her mouth as deeply as she could, and then slowly let it slide out until only the head was captured by her lips. With speed, she forced her face back into his crotch until the tip of her nose was covered by his pubic hair, and then repeated the slow out movement. His hand moved to grab a hand full of her wet hair in order to control the pace. She obeyed, giving him what ever he desired. Eventually, her head was banging off of his pubic bone in reckless abandon.
She stopped the speedy pleasure to ensure he didn't cum to fast; she wanted to return the favor in full. Her tongue's tip stabbed the bottom of his cock, where the head and shaft join. Then, she ran her tongue along the bottom off his cock just before she gently took one of his balls into her mouth.
She wanted to show him who was in charge, and he had no problem submitting to her demands. As she released his balls, she resumed her attack on his dick. Up and down her head bobbed as she beckoned his come to exit. At this point, he had no control over any bodily function. His hips began to rise off of the float, signaling the impending explosion.
My wife paid him no mind and continued to pleasure him. With rampant pleasure, he thrust his hips towards her pleasing mouth and shot his cum deep into her mouth. Surprisingly, she didn't pull back; she continued to accept his man fluid.
She couldn't contain his liquid, and a few dribbles leaked past her lips and ran down her chin. As I was waiting to see her spit her lover's deposits into the pool, I was surprised to notice that she never did. She took his fluid fully into her body.
After he found himself again, they smiled and exchanged a couple of words before he left. Upon his departure, she moved into the bath which gave me a chance to exit unnoticed.
Half way back to work, I got a text from her saying "I did it, I couldn't help myself". I responded with "I know, I saw"
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