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This story is based on actual events.

THE HOUSEGUEST

Chapter 1

I had just stepped out of the shower when the door to the bathroom opened and our house guest barged in.

“Oops sorry Jacosta,’” Pete said.

“No problem, it was an accident,” I conceded as I took the several steps required to reach the towel. He didn’t quickly exit as I would have expected but just stood there, his eye transfixed on my breasts. I grabbed a towel and held it to my front.

“Is it ok if I get dressed now or are you busting for a pee or whatever?”

“No, no, sorry, I can use the other bathroom or wait,” he said, his cheeks coloured, a wry smile appeared before he gave me the once over then left me alone. That was surprisingly bold and quite out of character. I thought. I left it at that although I knew I should have mentioned the fact that he could have knocked before barging in.

Pete and I worked for the same company and our main task was to prepare patent submissions on new ideas or inventions. This could be anything from a new mouse trap, computer game or maybe a new drug. Any thing really that could potentially be commercialised.

He had come to South Australia from our interstate headquarters to help with recent problems of cyber attack on our electronic files. Initially he was only supposed to be here for a few weeks but our small office had secured a lucrative IP contract from a big international company.

In many ways we were out of our depth with this but Pete was in his element and understood the idea better than any one. He had even made improvements to the concept much to the delight of the customer

He was a typical computer geek, in his early 20’s, single and despite being quite good looking was painfully shy, particularly around women. With most people he had an unfortunate habit of not looking at the person he was talking with. He would look away, up in the air, close his eyes or simply cover his face with his hand. Basically it put people off and to make matters worse a stammer would creep in if he was in any way the focus of attention. He was a challenge to converse with unless it was strictly business, namely computer based intellectual property and the like.

I was the one that secured the contract that Pete was retained to help us with. It was more good luck than anything as the lead came from an old friend of my husband’s. For some unknown reason his company ***********ed us to do the work, possibly through fear that the bigger firms that specialised in the particular field were all working on similar developments.

As a result I spent a lot more time with Pete than any one else. Around me he was much more relaxed and did not slip into his unfortunate shyness habits as he would with other people. As a result we worked well together and the submission came together nicely, much to my relief.

I suspected he also had another talent that he did not advertise and that was his ability to hack into other computers. Mysteriously he would know confidential information on competitors systems and was able to circumvent potential infringements.

I kept this to myself as it was potentially quite dangerous for the company as well as Pete personally should it be true and/or revealed. Nothing was said between us but I suspect he knew I had my suspicions. I didn’t know it at the time but this talent would have quite an impact on our lives in the not too distant future.

We became friends in a limited way and on several occasions he came to our house for dinner where he was quite relaxed with my husband Bill and 18yo daughter Vanessa. Bill is a design engineer and Pete was able to assist with his computer expertise and particularly an uncanny ability to know what Bills competitors were up to.

The dinners became a weekly event and it wasn’t long before Pete volunteered to assist with Vanessa’s school work, particularly mathematics. She is in her final year of high school and needs to do as well as she can for a university place next year. We were all pleased with her improved grades.

Over time Pete started to open up a little more about himself and we learned that his own mother had died when he was very young so perhaps in his mind I partly filled that gap in his life. He never said anything about his father and the rumour around the office was that he was gay.

The successful lodgement of the provisional patent actually brought in additional work and Pete’s time here was extended. Our office was more than happy to keep him here as long as he wanted. As a result his stay here extended to several months but just before he was due to head home the state borders were closed due to the Covid virus.

Pete admitted quite liked it here in Adelaide and he had no desire to return to Melbourne in a hurry, however he was not overly happy with staying in a hotel room. He had contacted a couple of real estate agents to look for some sort of short stay apartments but none of the meagre offerings were at all suitable to him for various reasons. Anything he liked was ridiculously expensive. Surprisingly it was Bill, my husband, who suggested he might like to stay with us.

That was nearly 5 months ago. We have a big house and with just three of us living here. Pete was able to fit in with our lives without any real problems. He upgraded our internet firewalls and the company provided all he needed to work from home as well as two to three days a week at the office.

As I drove to work that morning I was glad I didn’t chastise him for the indiscretion, after all there was no harm done, all he did was look.

I have been blessed with good genes and at 42 I am still comfortable with my own body. The initial surprise and shock of his blatant ogling when he saw me naked quickly dissipated to a more pleasurable almost gratifying sensation.

I had actually enjoyed the attention.

For most women, to be viewed as a sex object is quite abhorrent. I could understand that and felt the same way until my late teens. However that changed after my seduction by a married woman who was also a wonderful lover.

I was 19 and she was 38. She taught me how to enjoy my body in so many ways. She showed me it was ok to feel the pleasure of a lover’s touch on my naked skin. Our affair lasted for over a year and I was heartbroken when she ended the relationship. We were nearly caught by one of her teenage sons in a very compromising situation and she wasn’t willing to jeopardise her marriage and family.

After the breakup I indulged in numerous relationships particularly one night stands often initiated by attending pubs and bars alone with the intention of being picked up, preferably by some anonymous alpha male. After my affair this was the only way I could achieve sexual fulfilment with a male lover.

Simple vaginal penetration just did not do it for me and I could not bring myself to be involved with another woman although I did try. My love for Tracy prevailed along with the raw pain of her loss. Any new relationship ended quickly in disaster.

Curiously I could achieve a climax alone, with nothing more than my fingers fuelled by my own fantasies that often included being naked in the company of a dominant male lover. I craved the hunger and desire in their eyes and actions. I liked the power it gave me then the climax and release from the ultimate submission to their desire.

This was before I met Bill who was good looking and well on his way to being a successful engineer. He was ultra conservative, or I thought so until very recently and wonderful husband material. I consigned my decadent thoughts to history and looked forward to a comfortable life as a respectable wife and mother.

Although the bathroom where Pete barged in was effectively a communal one, I preferred it to the master bedroom esuite especially during the morning rush to get to work. To make matters worse, Bill, had recently started to spend much more time with his showering and dressing.

In reality Pete would have generally assumed the bathroom would normally be vacant since his bedroom was the only other one on the upstairs level. He had only recently requested to relocate his bedroom from down stairs so we were all still developing some sort of routine.

I did not initially read anything into his request to change bedrooms, admittedly the upstairs one was much bigger and he had room for a desk and computer there rather than having to share Bill’s office. They both liked their privacy when online.

Initially Pete occupied the extra bedroom on the ground floor alongside Vanessa’s with a shared bathroom in between. The first few months everything was fine and only the two of them needed to share the down stairs bathroom. Then he asked if it was ok if he relocated upstairs, there was obviously something wrong but I couldn’t work out why.

The tutoring was still going well and there did not seem to be any problem there. In the end I thought he really wanted to combine his home office with the larger upstairs bedroom. Bill assured him that he didn’t mind sharing his own office which was quite large with two desks and pointed out that they were rarely in there at the same time.

Pete was adamant that he wanted to change and wondered if he may have been uncomfortable around Vanessa’s friends who were often about, especially on weekends. Given Pete’s shyness I assumed their presence may be a problem as at times they could be particularly precocious as well as loud and intimidating to someone not accustomed to that sort of behaviour.

Vanessa had tried to include him in her group but this was generally to no avail and eventually we became accustomed to his shyness and preference for minimal social interaction. His boldness on that morning in the bathroom was quite out of character.

Chapter 2

The next morning I made certain the bathroom door was locked and left the shower door slightly ajar. Now I could observe the handle and would see if in he attempted to repeat the process of barging in without knocking first. If so I felt it was my responsibility provide some counselling and reinforce some social etiquette.

The handle didn’t move nor was there any other evidence that he intended to barge in. I kept watching and listening, in the end I spent more time getting dried off than usual. Eventually, with some mixed feelings I put on my robe and went back to my bedroom without incident.

The next day was much the same and I concluded that Pete’s initial intrusion was probably accidental. I had just opened the door to leave when I saw him coming down the hall. All he wore was his running shorts and his muscular, lean torso was damp with sweat, obviously he had just returned from his morning run.

“Good morning,” I said brightly. He paused, smiled and his eyes gravitated to the gap of my gown somewhere below my neck.

“Morning,” he said and quickly moved the jumble of clothes he carried to his front then continued on to the bathroom. His neck and cheeks looked a little flushed. Concerned he may be unwell, I turned to say something but the door closed behind me and I heard the click of the lock.

By the time I had reached my bedroom I was glad I had not said anything as it occurred to me he was possibly covering an erection. My own face flushed with the thought and delicious little tingles emanated from my groin.

The next day was Saturday so there was no morning rush. Bill left early for golf, quite keen as he had just teamed up with a new buddy at the club. I was pleased for him as his enthusiasm for golf had waned since his long time regular partner, Sam had been transferred interstate.

Bill and Sam were best mates as well as golf buddies. They played every week and often went away on golfing trips, sometimes for several days. His wife, Monica and I had known each other since primary school, we were close but we both worked and had other circles of women friends and so were more socially involved with other people than the guys were.

Sam’s move was quite as surprise. They were a childless couple, very career motivated and this was at best a sideways move in his career. More intriguing was that Monica had to give up her own job and she sidestepped any attempt by me to talk about it. Bill kept pointing out that in essence it was none of our business, and of course I had to agree but something didn’t seem right.

Golf got Bill out of the house and back in a much better mood and more fun to be with. His job was very demanding and stressful. He does not have a lot of interests aside from work, golf and a passion for collecting and restoring antique wood working tools.

On Saturday mornings he would often be found at yard sales and the like on the hunt for hidden treasures. For the most part he is a bit of a loner but generally content and easy going. I’m not complaining as he earns very good money and we enjoy a very comfortable lifestyle.

Saturday was also washday. I usually arise late after a bit of a sleep in. Pete and Vanessa are normally up by then and are accustomed to getting their own breakfast. I decided to start a load of washing before I showered and dressed. I got out of bed and put on my robe.

Pete’s room had that musty smell I suspected was from a recent masturbation session. Something I have got used to with mixed feelings. I pulled back the bedclothes and sure enough there was the tell tale dampness on the sheets. The aroma was strong and powerful. I breathed a deep, involuntary breath as I leant forward to remove the sheets.

I wondered whey he had spent so much more energy on relieving his sexual urges lately, maybe there was a girl he was secretly keen on but unable to move the relationship along. I cast my mind through all the women at work but could not identify any one as a possibility. There was always the internet, I suppose, maybe someone there. I trundled down stairs with the arm load of washing.

Pete and Vanessa were having breakfast in the kitchen.

“Hi you two,” I said as I passed with the load of washing. They both looked up, Pete then quickly looked away when he saw the armload of soiled linen.

“Pew,” said my teenage daughter and placed her hand over her nose in mock defence of the very minor odour. Poor Pete went red in the face. I didn’t say anything and continued to the laundry eager to avoid any further comment from my daughter.

I was furious with her but tried to maintain some semblance of decorum and focused on sorting the washing. To add to my irritation I could not find the new panties I earlier in the week. They were an indulgence that I had bought a week ago in the fond hope that they may entice Bill to be a little more attentive in bed. That was the first time I had worn them.

The matching bra was in the hamper but no panties. No doubt I had dropped them on the way down from upstairs. Even more irritating was that Bill did not even notice or become galvanised into action when I paraded myself around the bedroom. There was no sign of Pete when I reached the kitchen. I glared at my daughter who surprised me when she said.

“Sorry mum.” I didn’t reply, not sure where this was going but stood and waited for her to continue.

“About what I said about the sheets,” she added. I assumed she was referring to the fact that she knew Pete had been jerking off, but, how do you break into such a delicate subject with your teenage daughter? I asked myself.

“It was a bit unnecessary,” I said.

“Yeah, I know, maybe I should go and apologise?”

“Probably a good idea. I take it this is not the first comment you have made on the subject.” She dropped her eyes and focused on the empty plate in front of her.

“Well yes but only that I was not impressed with the cum globs on the shower wall. All I said was he could clean up after himself.”

“You had better explain and what happened?”

“When I mentioned it he got really embarrassed and didn’t say anything, I felt bad about it. I sort of said it without thinking.” I could appreciate her shock and irritation, admittedly difficult for anyone to have to deal with let alone an 18yo girl. I struggled to think of something to say. Vanessa again broke the awkward silence.

“Look, I really like the guy and I have absolutely no problems with him living with us. He is just like a brother to me. I know, he’s a guy and they do these things.” Her face was coloured and she had the hint of a smile.

“That was sort of why he moved bedrooms,” she continued.

“What was.” I said a little confused.

“Basically so he could have access to his own bathroom,” she said very quietly. I pulled out a chair as sat at the table next to her.

“What, did he do something inappropriate? Vanessa paused. I was fearful of what may come next.

“No,” she said, “but Pete was spending a lot of time in the bathroom, obviously jerking off. I could often smell it as soon as I went into the room. To make matters worse he wasn’t very fastidious about cleaning up. Often I would find um cum on the wall of the shower cubicle this high.” She indicated a height a little above her eye level. “Or on the floor,” she continued,”, so I had something to say about it.”

I felt my own face start to flush with the realisation she was a lot more experienced than I thought. I was glad I was sitting down. She seemed to read my mind and blushed. I reached over and took her hand, relieved, she did not resist.

“I have jerked a couple of guys off,” she said by way of explanation, “mainly to divert them from trying to do more.” Her candidness took be by surprise and I think I stopped breathing for a few seconds while I digested what she said. I was acutely aware this was a defining moment in our relationship I instinctively knew I must reply with equal candour and honesty.

“I’m pleased you have the foresight to divert what could have resulted in more serious consequences like rape and or pregnancy,” I said, “I’m very proud of you. Some guys can get quite nasty when aroused. “Been there, done that,” I added. Her eyes widened at my response.

“You mean when you were dating, like before you met dad.”

“Yes.”

“Did you enjoy it, playing with them, getting them excited?” Shit, what am I going to say here, be honest I told myself.

“To tell the truth, yes. It would usually start when I would make the decision to give them access to my boobs. That excited me, I liked the feeling and the desire to enjoy to the moment. The big buzz was when I would indicate I wanted to play with their cocks. I was in control then.”

“I can’t believe this,” she said and giggled a little.

“Sorry, I have gone too far,” I said suddenly embarrassed.

“No mum, you misunderstand me, I get the same feelings. I like the power I have over them and love watching them get aroused. I admit it gets me going as well. However, I generally refuse to go out with someone again who I needed to pacify. They would just demand more and I really need to keep my own horniness under control or I will let them do more than I want.

“I know what you mean by them wanting more and I’m pleased to hear that you have been able to handle the situation in a realistic and sensible way,” I said and squeezed her hand. I was overjoyed to feel her reciprocate. But it is also wonderful to submit to a virile man when you become aroused, and like me you will succumb eventually, I thought to myself but did not have the courage to say out loud, well not at that moment any way.

By the way, can some guys really shoot that high?”

“Well to answer your question, the answer is yes and with one guy I had to make sure I wasn’t in the firing line.” She giggled at that one, I couldn’t help myself either as the memories flooded in.

“Can I ask you something personal?”

“Of course,” I replied.

“I know that after I was born, I think dad had the snip?”

“Yes.”

“Did the fact that you couldn’t get pregnant diminish your enjoyment?”

“Yes, it did initially but I haven’t thought about it for many years now.” Well until very recently. “When you know that having sex could result in conception and willingly allowing it to happen without protection is a powerful aphrodisiac.”

“Yes, I thought so.”

“Don’t feel guilty or embarrassed, what you feel is perfectly normal and natural. Please, when you feel you may want to take things further, let me know and I will get Wendy, our doctor to prescribe the pill for you. I won’t question or criticise.”

“Thanks mum, nothing exciting on the horizon at the moment but I will let you know if there is. For the moment just day dreams.”

“Good, enjoy them. By the way, have you mentioned Pete’s jerking off to any of your friends?”

“No mum, I would never do that and to be honest I didn’t realise initially how much I hurt him. I wanted to make amends but didn’t really know how to go about without rubbing salt in the wound.”

“Yes I can understand that” I said then Vanessa surprised me with more information than I really wanted to know or I thought so at the time.

“I’m not like a lot of people who divulge personal things to others to get attention. A couple of my friends, and I won’t say who, have um, gone all the way with their boyfriends.” For a few seconds I thought she would leave it there then she continued,” they say sex is over rated, the guys just hump away, climax and that’s it.”

“Sadly a lot of young men and plenty of older ones don’t have a clue on how to satisfy a woman.” Before I could continue she gave a little gasp and indicated we may have an eave dropper. I stood and went to the door way but there was no one there. Then I heard someone rapidly climb the stairs and the sound of a door closing.

Vanessa obviously heard it to and had a smile on her face.

“Oh shit, I wonder how much he heard” I said and she giggled in reply, then looked at her watch.

“Ouch, um, I have to go to the mall this morning,” Vanessa said, quickly getting up from the table. “The phone shop owner said he might be able to give me a part time job. He was busy when I asked the other day but said I should come in this morning to talk about it.

“Oh wow, well I won’t hold you up,” I said, “I hope the interview goes well. “

“Thanks mum,” she said and took her breakfast plate to the sink. I quickly appraised her choice of clothes for an interview. Her skirt was quite short coupled with her close fit top certainly accentuated her young feminine figure. At least she is wearing a bra though. I refrained from making any negative comment and said.

“Good luck.”

“Ok, if all goes well I will be back about lunchtime, otherwise I will phone and let you know what happened.”

While I tidied up the kitchen, I tried to supress images of my daughter as she manipulated a randy young male who was intent on having sex with her. I wondered how long it would be before someone triggered her arousal to the point that she surrended to the hormones coursing through of her own young body.

I hoped her first lover has a few skills that would enhance the enjoyment of a very special event unlike my first time. It is a shame modern society does not approve of young people both male and female being taught how to satisfy a sexual partner.

Vanessa wasn’t the only one in our house high on hormones either, young Pete, young, virile and horny, desperate for his own relief fuelled by all sorts of fantasies that it would seem, may possibly include me. My own heart beat a little faster as I climbed the stairs then passed Pete’s room. Yes some men can shoot that high and copious amounts too but that *********** group certainly did not include my husband unfortunately.

I contemplated knocking on Pete’s door. I paused, acutely aware I was naked under my robe. I retreated to the sanctity of my own bedroom and wondered how long I had held my breath. My ears registered each thump of my heart and my knees were a little wobbly. I lay down on my bed with my feet still on the carpet, my mind absorbed with how much of the conversation he may have heard.

Ok, I said to myself rationally, I did make some revealing comments about myself. So did Vanessa for that matter. All we did was discuss personal feelings admittedly with some candour. Nothing perverse or illegal, just natural feelings and nothing to be embarrassed about. Vanessa didn’t seem overly bothered about it either which is good.

Maybe it is my daughter that he has a crush on and not me? Logically more likely. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that particularly when I had arrogantly presumed I was the one he had the hots for.

In any case I needed to go there to reassure him that masturbation is quite normal, it’s just that he needs to contain the products, so to speak. I told myself that this was a reasonable and responsible adult approach. It wasn’t as if I was going to barge in without knocking, was it?

My heartbeat had slowed and I felt myself relax. I tried to ignore the carnal desire that I actually wanted to go there and hopefully see him naked or at least partially so. More compelling was the notion that I was the source of his sexual arousal and I was very aware I had started to lose control of my own body.

The nerve endings in my groin started to sensitise and when stimulated I knew would start a sexual arousal. I was amazed and somewhat pleased that just the mere thought of entering his room in just my robe caused my body to react with such ease and intensity. Demons from the past threatened to surface.

Before I was married it was a wonderful and exciting experience to succumb to a new lover. But, I am not single any more and I was both surprised and concerned that Pete could push my buttons so easily without really doing anything.

If I did not do something very soon the hormones that now coursed through me would trigger a need to get release from the animal desire that had started to overwhelm me. A desire that was almost impossible to control until my own satiation was complete.

I rubbed an itch that developed in my breasts and a dull throb in my groin needed attention. My hand was drawn like a magnet down across my flat stomach to the mound between my legs and the crevice it protected.

My finger slipped between the folds with ease. I was wet, very wet, my body ready for sex, more than ready. The nerve endings in my vagina begged stimulation deep inside, my breasts ached to be suckled, I wanted to be kissed and caressed all over. I discarded my robe and my fingers worked furiously on my clitoris as I desperately fought the urge to barge in on Pete.

I imagined a large cock, well Pete’s cock in me, the head thrusting and pulsing as volumes of cum spurt from the eye. His fluids mingled perfectly with mine to provide the perfect environment for his sperm to travel to the mature egg ready to be released.

My orgasm was intense, prolonged and left me exhausted. It has been so long since I felt anything like that I thought as I drifted into a short dreamless sleep. I woke some time later, a little disoriented still half on the bed with my legs apart and totally naked. I smiled with contentment when I remembered how I got in this position.

“Time for a shower and get on with the day I decided with minor embarrassment with my diversion. I started for the ensuite but then hesitated. Most of my toiletries were in the other bathroom then I noticed with some concern that the bedroom door was ajar.

I admit I couldn’t remember if I had closed it when I came in but in all fairness my brain was occupied with other things, but, I was sure it was not this wide open?

Pete was the only one home, if he had looked in while I was playing with myself or, when asleep, he would have seen plenty of me. My pussy was pointed straight at the door way during my self ministrations as well as when I slept. I pushed the door closed, it squeaked slightly.

I would have heard that I thought. I opened it and no squeak. I discovered it was possible to open the door without any noise. Several more experimental open and closes confirmed a faint squeak on close only. I locked the door on the bathroom. “Oh shit,” I said out loud, again.

Pete’s bedroom door was open and the room empty when I passed on my way down stairs. It would seem he had gone out somewhere and I hoped, he had not actually seen anything. What if he had? I asked myself. Did it really matter that I may have given the guy a thrill. I imagined him aroused by the view and what he would do about it. I smiled at the thought.

While I sat and ate my breakfast the worry that Pete had watched me waned to the point that there was nothing I could do about it anyway. He was unlikely to say anything and perhaps he learnt a thing or two watching me.

I finished the laundry and hung out the clothes and sheets. Still no sign of my blue panties. It promised to be a warm spring day, not a cloud in the sky. The washing would be dry in no time.

I decided to do some early season work on my tan so dug out last years swim suits. I have been blessed with a body shape that does not add weight easily. My breasts are not all that big and displayed very little sag. My nipples still pointed outward. Even the bikini bottom still fitted well, not much winter fat to work off fortunately.

As a family we spend a lot of time outside during the summer and it is good not to have to worry about sunburn. I spread a beach towel on the lawn beside the pool, rubbed on some lotion on my front and back where I could reach and lay down to absorb the sun’s rays. My skin tans easily provided I take it easy early in the season, in no time I was asleep.

“You might need a bit more suntan cream Jacosta,” I heard Pete say. I opened my eyes and immediately had to shield my face from the sun that was now directly overhead. He sat on the lawn next to me.

“You’re starting to look a bit pink,” he said. My legs and stomach were certainly showing a bit of colour but no harm done I was sure. He handed me the lotion.

Thanks, I think I’ve had enough for one day.” I said. He sat and watched me as I oiled myself down. His eyes roamed over my whole body and I was happy to provide the entertainment for him. We were alone, just the two of us, no one would ever know. This is no different to wearing a bra and panties. I thought before I reluctantly put on my light sundress. I felt the beginnings of arousal when he looked at me with thinly veiled desire and lust.

“You are so beautiful,” he said. My heart melted and I gave him a cuddle, my breasts pressed into his face. He looked embarrassed, pushed me gently away and stood to leave. The bulge in his shorts obvious. He saw me notice.

“I have some things to do,” he said and walked off. I didn’t mean to tease him I chastised myself, he just got to me with that comment and I responded without thinking. I tried to ignore my rapid breathing and thumping heart.

I removed the washing from the line, took my time sorting the clothes then delivered piles to Vanessa’s room and my bedroom. I imagined him playing with himself in his room. I knew I should leave delivering the laundry until much later, there was some house work and grocery shopping to do. My conscience told me I should get on with that now and leave delivering Pete’s laundry until later.

I didn’t have the willpower, my mind was a blank as I climbed the stairs complete with laundry and a box of tissues. I stood at his door and held my breath. I was shaking so much my knock wasn’t very loud. My knees felt weak and wobbly.

No reply, then just as I was about to retreat to me bedroom I heard, “ok.” I opened the door, he was on his bed with a sheet up to his waist. No prizes to guess why. I put his clothes on the chair in front of his desk and the tissues on his bedside cabinet. He gave me a questioning look but didn’t say anything. I sat on the edge of the bed beside him. He moved a little to give me more space. My own heart thumped in my ears and my mouth was dry.

“Thank you for the lovely compliment,” I said, “you really made my day. I hope I didn’t embarrass you with the cuddle.”

“No, not at all,” he said, “I was worried I may have spoken out of line. It was just exactly what I felt at that moment and it just came out.” His big brown doe like eyes were soft and full of sincerity. I almost melted on the spot.

“Don’t ever be embarrassed about telling a woman she is beautiful, especially with the open honesty you showed me. It is a wonderful thing to be told you are attractive especially by a good looking hunk like you,” I added. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the forehead and felt something under the sheet. Without thinking I pulled out my missing panties. His face went red.

“Ah, I’ve been looking for those,” I said a s casually as possible, “no need for you to say anything, I completely understand. I’m not upset at all, flattered if any thing as well as pleased to find them.”

He just looked at me with a naughty boy look that has just been caught. I desperately wanted to give him a cuddle. “There’s nothing wrong with relieving a bit of pressure and frustration,“ I said as kindly as possible, “just use the tissues to help cut down on the washing,”

He tried to say something but no words came out. I put my finger on his lips, “Hush,” I said. I know you probably heard me and Vanessa talking in the kitchen earlier. Playing with yourself to climax is very normal. Nothing to be ashamed of. I will let you into a secret. I do it myself and I have no doubt she does too.”

“Thanks.” His eyes shimmered with moisture.

“Vanessa also wants to apologise about the way she apparently confronted you but didn’t know how to do so without making matters worse. She has reassured me that no one else knows or will ever find out.” He looked somewhat relieved about that then started to say something but stopped.

“You were going to say something, ” I said. He ran a hand through his hair and scratched his neck searching for a way to continue.

“It’s ok,” I said, “you can be completely open with me and by the way this conversation is between you and me. I won’t be saying anything to any one and I assume you will keep things to yourself as well. What is it you were going to say?” His eyes locked on mine. I could feel the conflict and indecision it was obviously very personal. I thought I should leave him be and made to move.

“Doesn’t Bill look after you so you shouldn’t need to pleasure your self,” he blurted out. Oh dear how am I going to answer this? I can’t say my husband’s cock is so small it barely enters me at best and to make matters worse he doesn’t find me all that desirable sexually.

“A high stress job and long hours have taken their toll,” I admitted quite truthfully. I didn’t want to go down this path any further so stood to leave my eyes riveted to the very noticeable bulge under the sheet. “I will let you have some peace,” I added. He returned a sheepish smile.

I picked up the panties lying on the bed, they had a very starched feel about them.“ These need a wash.”

He looked disappointed then too late I realised why. I didn’t even think about what I did next, it was almost as if I was under some sort of spell. I put the panties back on the bed, lifted my dress and removed my bikini bottom.

I deliberately let him get a brief look at my pussy, leaned over and kissed him on the lips and handed him the bikini. It was damp and I could smell my own secretions. I briefly grabbed his cock through the sheets. He gasped and I felt it twitch. It was quite large in girth and very hard. My legs felt like jelly when I stood.

Perhaps these will help,” I said. It took all my willpower to turn and leave. I didn’t trust myself to look back.

Back in my own bedroom I closed the door and sat on the side of the bed, appalled yet excited at what had transpired. Technically I had just sexually molested a young man.

If Pete had been more experienced, forward, in other words just a little dominant it is very likely I would be still in his room. When I relived the moment I exposed my pussy and handed him those bikini bottoms, I shuddered with pleasant excitement. The feel hardness of his cock was awesome, images of copious amounts of semen spurt from it burned in my brain. My heart thumped. I felt a trickle of fluid on my inner thigh.

I opened the robe and stared at my sex. My legs are quite slim and muscular, set wide apart at the groin so it was easy to see my swollen labia, clitoris erect and visible. Some of my pubic hairs held drips of fluid and there was a wet spot on the bed. I was like a bitch in heat. I needed to get a grip on myself.

Although tempted to give my self some relief from my arousal I forced myself to not indulge. I was actually frightened I would weaken end up knocking on Pete’s bedroom door again. We were the only two at home and it would have been so easy. Hopefully I could entice Bill to help out tonight.

Chapter 3

I felt calmer after a long shower and conservatively dressed in jeans and blouse that buttoned up past my cleavage. I had the presence of mind to check my phone for messages and good news. Vanessa has a part time job and is out with friends but will be home for dinner. “Is it ok if Jenny comes over for a sleepover tonight?” I sent a text back, “of course and congratulations.”

Jenny was an old friend of Vanessa’s who moved interstate a couple of years ago. Her parents had divorced and her mother, Sandra, remarried. We hadn’t seen Jenny since she returned and I was looking forward to seeing her.

Bill surprised me by coming home early from golf. “Steve and his wife are having people over for dinner, “ he said, “Steve had some yard cleaning up to do.” Thank goodness I had that shower.

“Vanessa just sent a text to say she has a part time job,” I said “and that her friend, Jenny will be over for dinner and a sleep over.”

“Well done Vanessa and do you mean the Jenny from a couple of years ago?

“Yes she and he mother are back, apparently another divorce and messy.”

“Hmm if I remember correctly Sandra had a flirty side and was the main reason for the first break up.”

“Sandra’s mother also died and she was the sole benefactor of the estate. The sold the old family home and bought one of the penthouses in that new city tower. Jenny is back at the same school and they seem to have renewed their friendship.”

“The old was quite impressivel, quite large and set in acres of land in the foot hills.”

“Yes it would be very expensive to maintain I imagine but with two divorces and an inheritance I doubt whether money is a problem for them so the penthouse is a good idea.”

“Oh well, let’s hope things work out for them, why don’t we order in pizza tonight then?”

“Fine by me, now I don’t have to worry about cooking.”

We had a light lunch and Pete helped us tidy our back yard and get the out door settings out of storage. It wasn’t quite warm enough to swim yet, well for me anyway but warmer weather would be with us soon. Over summer we did quite a bit of informal entertaining focused around the pool particularly weekends. Neighbours, friends both adult and their offspring would come and go especially on the really hot days.

Pete was quite relaxed, perhaps some pressure was off when he realised Vanessa wasn’t going to embarrass him in any way, or me for that matter. Bill was also in a good mood and probably spent more time reacting with Pete than he had done for a long time.

I enjoyed watching Pete work. He had stripped to the waist and his tall muscular frame was really something to behold. He wasn’t bulky like a football player but quite slim with what I am sure was a concealed strength and his movements were fluid and coordinated.

He was a regular jogger, his physique built for stamina rather than brute force. His dark brown was hair thick and wavy but his chest, smooth and completely bare complimented with a yummy flat stomach.

He seemed to find plenty of things do with just him and me like moving the tables and chairs. Bill focused on mowing the lawns and trimming the edges. Pete’s eyes constantly roamed over my body despite the act that there was not much to see with my conservative attire. I also wore a padded bra in case I needed to conceal my nipples that were now erect from his attention.

Images of by bikini bottom in his hands along with the erotic thoughts they conjured weakened my self-control.

“How did you find the bikini bottom?” I blurted out without really thinking of possible consequences. His eyes widened in surprise and he grinned.

“Perfect, I almost lost it when you touched me.” I shivered at the thought. “I got the best relief I think I have ever had,” he continued, “the smell was delicious and very productive.” He blushed.

“Glad I was able to help,” I said, I had to clear my throat a couple of times before I could finish those few words. Pete smiled.

“I rinsed them out and put them in the washing machine with some other clothes on top of them,” he said with a look that suggested I should approve.

“Ok thanks, I appreciate that.” He watched me intently, I suspected there was and expectation that I may offer a similar service again. I was more than a little surprised at his boldness. My mind registered that the lawn mower was now silent, Bill was on his way over to us and almost within hearing distance.

“All done?” said Bill. Pete’s eyes registered surprise, clearly taken unawares. Thankfully I was looking at Pete, not my husband, my face must have been almost crimson the way it felt.

“Yes,” Pete said, I will make coffees if you want.

“Sounds good to me,” said Bill, how about you Jac?”

“Yes please and thank you Pete.” He headed off to the kitchen and we sat at one of the tables.

“That boy seems to be in a good mood today,” said Bill, “he seems bit more relaxed.

“Yes I think he has settled in here a little better and perhaps relocating his bedroom may be part of it.”

“Yeah he certainly has more space in the upstairs one and I have no doubt Vanessa’s friends could get up your nose a bit after a while. He’s looking in good shape too, all that running doesn’t do him any harm.”

“Yes, he actually admitted to me that he goes up into the hilly areas so it’s quite a work out.”

“Blimey, I’ll stick to golf, and my ample waist I think.”

“He is a lot younger that you though.”

“Yes there is that I suppose,” he said and indulged in his good natured chuckle then added. “It’s certainly warming up, swimming pool weather soon.”

“It will have to be a lot warmer before I get in there but I did do a bit of sunbathing earlier.”

“Yeah I thought you were looking a little pink. You’re well covered now though.”

“Yes, didn’t want to over do it.” I undid a couple of top buttons on my blouse and made a show of airing my front. Bill’s attention was on the garden and the back door.

We both sat back and took it easy for a while each lost in our own thoughts. I was looking forward to seeing if Pete would notice a little more flesh on display and what reaction may ensue. Bill jolted me out of my reverie.

“I may be on a golfing trip with Sam next weekend,” he announced. His comment didn’t immediately register, I was distracted by Pete as he emerged from the back door with a tray of coffees. He still had his shirt off and watched me while he approached.

“Is that ok?” asked Bill.

“Of course,” I automatically replied, aware I had momentarily ignored him. Bill would be away at least for one whole night. I need to get a grip on myself.

“A group of us will be driving to a country course in the Barossa,” he continued.

“Going golfing?” asked Pete who obviously heard the last part. He looked at me, his eyes lingered on my chest briefly then focused on mine but he did not say anything. He had just handed out our drinks when Vanessa arrived with Jenny.

“Hi Jenny,” I said “so good to see you again.”

“Hi all,” said Vanessa,” we all said our hellos.

“Jenny, this is Pete, he works with mum and is staying with us for a while,” said Vanessa. Jenny responded with a warm smile.

“Nice to meet you Pete,” she said as he held out her hand.

“Likewise,” Pete replied and briefly grasped her hand.

“We’re going to take Jenny’s stuff to her room,” said Vanessa and they headed off to the house. I noticed Pete’s eyes return several times to Jenny when he was sure she wasn’t watching as she gathered up her gear.

“I hardly recognised her,” said Bill. I had to agree, she had changed from an awkward gangly teen to a very attractive young woman.

“How long since you have seen her?” asked Pete.

“A couple of years at least,” replied Bill. “She used to hang around here a lot and part of the reason was her parents marriage was in trouble. The relationship ended and her mother took up with another guy who persuaded them to move to the Northern Territory.”

“Apparently that relationship didn’t last either,” I added, “so they came back here when Sandra’s mother who was Jenny’s grandmother died. The family are from what you might call ‘old money establishment’ with all the right social connections. I wouldn’t surprise me if the first marriage was arranged. The husband was also from the same background and a real pompous snob to boot.”

“Jenny doesn’t seem to come across like that,” said Pete then Bill added.

“No, nor was Sandra or her mother for that matter. Sandra in particular was a bit of a rebel to the system. Rumours around the golf club were that she was, um, interested in women and had several affairs.”

“I didn’t know that,” I said somewhat surprised and alarmed.

“They were just rumours and as far as I am concerned without foundation. Lloyd, Jenny’s father wasn’t well liked so the gossip could have evolved from anywhere.”

“I must admit I hadn’t noticed anything untoward, she certainly didn’t try to seduce me,” I said with a forced chuckle and a dent to my personal self esteem.

“I imagine someone in her social position would have to be very discrete with any illicit relationships. From what I can tell you used to see quite a bit of each other so even if she found you attractive it would be a no go area,” said Pete, his eyes full of compassion. I felt tears of emotion well up and threaten to over flow.

“That was a very kind and thoughtful thing to say Pete,” said Bill, “thankyou.” He smiled and gave me a handkerchief to wipe my eyes and blow my nose. I had just handed it back when we heard chatter and laughter as the girls came out side.

Much of the ensuing talk was about Vanessa’s new job and the forthcoming school holidays. The girls had just started their final term of high school and next year would be off to university. I expected Pete to disappear but he hung about. Bill however did excuse himself and retreated to the study to catch up on work.

There was a bit of a lull in the conversation before Jenny said to Pete.

“Pretty devastating news about the virus lock down in Victoria, looks like you will be stuck in South Australia a while.” She didn’t seem overly unhappy about that I thought.

“Yes it certainly looks like it at this stage,” he said. “To make matters worse one of the people who were house sitting for me has caught the virus and is quarantined. He is also now unemployed and has a wife and two little children at my house. I just can’t bring myself to kick them out.

“Jenny wants to know if you would be available for some maths and science tutoring,” Vanessa said.

“Oh,” said Pete, “I’m not really properly qualified for that.”

“You did help with me a lot,” added Vanessa.

“Yes,” agreed Jenny. “I was impressed with the improvement in Vanessa’s grades and Mum is very keen to get me some help for me. I admit with all the moving back here I have slipped behind a bit. Mum said she will pay cash, what ever you charge and no need for paper work. Also,” she added, ”I need all the help I can get.”

“Ok, let me think it over, I will let you know in a few days. I still need to finalise just what I am going to do. I’m also not sure how long Bill and Jacosta want to keep looking after me.”

“You are welcome to stay as long as you want,” I said. “You know that.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that but what about Bill and Vanessa?

“No problems as far as I am concerned,” said Vanessa.

“I’m positive Bill is happy for you to stay as well,” I added. You have really been part of the family, sort of like the son we never had.”

“You are very kind, thankyou,” said Pete, his voice a little shaky.

Despite his negative comments I detected a spark of interest in the tutoring idea, obviously pre planned by the girls. Jenny certainly seemed to like what she saw of Pete in this first brief encounter and I suspected it may well be more than his ability to help with her grades.

Pete’s interest in her also unnerved me somewhat. I was irritated that I actually saw this young attractive girl as a rival. I’m a fucking married woman, I shouldn’t even be bothered by this! Well quality fucking I am likely to enjoy at that time was definitely thin on the ground and I had to contend with the disgusting seeds of jealousy that had fallen on fertile ground in my mind.

To make matters worse I realised Vanessa and Jenny had obviously discussed the tutoring idea with Jenny’s mother who is a very well to do single parent and is probably active with dating men. My hand shook a little as I put my cup back on the table.

I noticed Pete’s gaze briefly but discretely rest on Jenny’s and Vanessa’s young pert breasts. A faint hint of nipple was visible through the fabrics of her light weight bra and her T-shirt accentuated her tall slim frame.

There is no way I can compete with attractive 18 year olds. And Jenny was no longer the shy gangly girl any more. She had developed feminine curves and the self-confidence of a young woman who knows she is very attractive.

I decided to leave the young ones chat and took the empty cups back to the kitchen. Bill was checking the take away pizza menus. We could hear laughter coming from the back yard, Pete’s included.

“I think Pete like’s young Jenny,” he said “not hard to see why.”

“You mean she has developed tits and hips,” I joked. “It’s funny how you don’t notice changes happening until it’s almost done.”

“What do you mean?”

“Vanessa also looks much older, I think it was that short skirt and T-shirt, she looks more mature and is very attractive as well.”

“Yes I suppose so, takes after her mother,” he added almost absently. “I think we will use this new Pizza place, they delivered the flyer during the week. I will go and see what the young ones want.”

“I will have one with the lot,” I called after him. I suppose I should be pleased with his indifference to our daughter’s developing woman hood but I wasn’t entirely comfortable with it either, it did not seem normal some how. Maybe I was just peeved at my own husband’s lack of interest in me. Then again my own behaviour with Pete is not normal either. I started to fantasise about erotic situations again.

These mini daydreams have become disturbingly prevalent and totally unnatural. They also have something of an addictive nature to say the least. It was as if I was powerless to prevent them and I should have been concerned that like all addictions the craving for more only becomes obvious when it is too late.

I was acutely aware that the cage that housed my inner demons had been rattled. Naughty memories and fantasies from my past had been suppressed until now returned with increased appeal. They stem from a time before I met Bill when I craved for sex with strong dominant men and now they include a few new ones that involved our house guest.

In the past to satiate these cravings I would go to a pub or bar that was frequented by truckers and the like with the intention of being picked up for sex. I loved that point of no return when it was obvious I could not stop a man from taking me whether I wanted to or not. My body would take over and I would become compliant and submissive.

I would revel in the ecstasy brought on by the initial risk, unsophisticated animal thrusts and grunts, then ejaculation inside me. I loved to please and enjoyed the contentment that came from submission to an anonymous partner.

It was and still is rare for me to orgasm by only vaginal penetration although curiously with the aid of erotic fantasies I still climax quite regularly with my fingers or a dildo. The more it happened the greater the motivation to do so again. I knew it was dangerous and potentially destructive but I was powerless to break the spell on my own. Then I met Bill.

With him I was able to suppress the devil in me and gain the prestige and respectability of a well to do housewife. For years the demons had been securely caged and asleep but Pete had rattled that cage. Perhaps it was the illicitness of potential adultery was a catalyst.

The demons were awake now, still contained but restless. For years I had held the key to that cage firmly in my grip until now but the temptation to slacken my hold and rattle the cage some more was a serious allure.

Chapter 4

The evening went well and we all watched a movie that Jenny brought over. It was a comedy and even Pete roared with laughter at times. After it was finished I announced I was going to bed and Bill joined me. We bid our good nights to the others and when Pete realised the next movie on the agenda was one of Vanessa’s girlie favourites he decided to leave them to it.

His eyes locked with mine when we went to the kitchen to put the plates into the dishwasher but did not say anything. He didn’t need to. He blatantly looked at my chest then groin. He straightened up to his full height. I betrayed myself by looking at the bulge in his shorts but glanced away quickly when I heard Bill open a cupboard door to get a glass. I wondered if he noticed anything.

“Good night Pete,” I said and quickly left before I embarrassed myself further. He grinned at me and I felt my face flush.

“See you in the morning,” Jacosta.

I undressed and put cold water on my face before I got into bed. I did not pull down the blinds as I wanted some soft light to filter in. I had been left hanging earlier and was still sexually frustrated. I hoped I could entice my husband to rise to the occasion. There was a clear sky and a reasonable moon. Our bedroom faces the street and the faint glow from public lighting added to the atmosphere.

As our bedroom was the first floor there was no chance of any one looking in unless you stood directly at the window, however, peeping through a partly open door was another matter. I moved my cheval mirror slightly so I could see if anyone was standing behind the door if it was slightly open. In fact I could see partly down the hall towards Pete’s room from where I lay on my bed. Bill appeared in the hall and I watched him come in to our bedroom.

“Leave the door open an inch,” I said, “along with a bit of the window. It creates a gentle flow of fresh air. He complied without comment. I watched him undress, He was still a good looking man although he had developed a bit of a tummy lately and these days was almost bald. He turned slightly away when he pulled down his undershorts and climbed onto the bed. I was a bit disappointed as I like to see a naked man and I was very much in the mood for sex.

I turned on my side to face him and caressed his leg and chest. He didn’t resist. I saw this as positive so tentatively reached for his cock. It was hard, the knob had peeked past the foreskin and was moist with precum.

“Mmmm what are you thinking about,” I said as I fondled his member, “maybe how Jenny has developed, it’s a while since we have seen her?” I teased.

“She sure is an attractive young woman now,” he said. “Maybe Pete will get a bit of fun, she seems to like him?”

“You hope he will get to have sex with her?”

“Well they are both young and good looking. But I admit from what I have observed, Pete doesn’t seem to show much of an interest in women.”

“He is very shy,” I said “Do you think he is in bed now jerking off thinking about her?”

“Um maybe.” His little cock twitched in my hand. He obviously liked that thought. I caressed my labia and felt the moisture. My heart started to thump in my chest and the beginning of arousal spread from my groin as my own mind envisioned Pete naked in bed with an erection.

“Or would you like to fantasise about him fucking her” I continued, she has a lovely slim young body.”

“Hmm yes but it may be difficult for her, he is hung like a horse.”

“How do you know that?” I asked. There was silence for a few seconds.

“I, er, accidently saw him at that football game we went to a couple of months ago.

“How,” I asked a little confused and concerned.

“Well we both decided to take a piss before the game, stood side by side at the urinal, just accidently noticed, that’s all.”

Ok, possibly I conceded, but in all fairness I am not experienced with men standing at urinals. I also didn’t think it all that common that guys would deliberately check out other men’s penises in a public toilet. A fairly risky situation I would have thought. Bill’s cock had lost some of it’s hardness. I needed to forget about that and get him focused.

“So you would like to see Pete’s big hard cock up Jenny’s tight little cunt,” I said while I stroked his cock. I felt it respond. We hadn’t played games like this in years, another thing that had lapsed over time. I threw off the bedclothes, kissed my way down his stomach and took him in my mouth, he was hard again and I sucked the precum, Not only was it delicious it was exciting to imagine it was Pete I was tasting.

“I bet Pete squirts huge amounts of cum.” I said as I moved to kiss him with lips covered in his own body fluids. He accepted my mouth and tongue readily. When I let him go he quietly whispered.

“Would you like a big cock in you, one that spurts lots of cum?”

“Absolutely, I sometimes fantasise about it.” His eyes widened in surprise. His breathing became more rapid, I recognised the signs that his arousal had intensified. I needed to get that cock in me without delay. I straddled him and placed his cock at my opening. He thrust upward as far as it would go. I pressed down and wrapped my legs around him so it would stay in me.

“Pete will make a girl very happy one day, unless he is gay, I said.”

Bill’s cock twitched in side me and I made little movement to try and satisfy the sensitised nerve endings in my sex canal without him popping out. My climax steadily built, I was getting close. “He will have to be gentle if he breaks Jenny in though, she is young and will be very tight,” I continued in the hope my own climax would eventuate.

“Oh, you think he will?” he said, then more “oh, oh, oh,” as he ejaculated. His cock shrivelled almost straight away and out it came. I rolled on my back in frustration. Before long he was snoring. I prodded his shoulder so he would roll on his side to subdue the noise.

While my fingers manipulated my engorged clitoris images of Pete with an erection fuelled my desire for him to penetrate me. The crevice between my labia was smooth and slippery from bill’s semen and my own body secretions, my opening relaxed and ready for penetration. A waft of air briefly cooled my sweat covered body I glanced at the mirror, I was sure I detected movement but it was too dark to see properly.

My hips made involuntary thrusts at the fingers inserted in my pussy. Involuntary groans that emanated from my throat were hopefully drowned by my husband’s snores. I craved more aggressive stimulation and massaged my clitoris vigorously. I knew if I didn’t get off now I would never get some sleep.

A flash of something pale caught my attention in the mirror. The door was open much wider now, my arousal intensified. Pete was visible in the soft light. He was naked, white tissues in one hand, the other stroked his erection and his hips moved in a fucking action.

He took his hand away from his penis briefly. The sight of his organ, aroused and erect that jutted out and curved upwards from his lithe muscular body burned into my brain.

I should cover myself now and stop this, said my respectable, conservative self. I couldn’t do either. My hips bucked harder on the fingers that invaded my pussy. Our eyes locked briefly, then I focused on his cock as it fucked his fist. His cock was circumcised I noted with approval and I imagined it in me.

I turned slightly so he could see between my legs, a decadent display of exhibitionism that excited me even more. My body was now in control, the groans of pleasure louder and frequent. He paused, his eyes feasted on my sex and naked body. I closed my eyes as several waves of absolute pleasure engulfed me.

When I opened my eyes he had the tissues over the end of his cock, he was breathing heavily and gently milked the member with his hand. I envisaged the large quantities of fertile semen that had spurted forth, were now captured in the tissue. The whole time his eyes were on me.

I moved my hands away from my groin and massaged my still sensitive nipples and left my legs apart so he could see my swollen sex. After a few seconds he abruptly turned and left.

I rolled back on the bed and pulled up the sheet. The memory of our simultaneous orgasm brought a contented smile to my lips. I brought my fingers to my mouth to taste my own secretions and fantasised about that beautiful cock deep inside me, the upward curve angled so the soft bulbous head would hopefully stroke perfectly against the upper wall of my pussy in the near future.

Even more exciting was the thought of his cum deep inside me. I knew that could not be happen as I was not taking any form of contraception, but it was a fantasy with a powerful allure.

What wasn’t fantasy was the excitement I felt when I put on that display for Pete. To be naked in front of strangers has always excited me and I was sure he enjoyed the show. I wondered if he had also watched Bill and I having sex.

The demon’s cage had been rattled vigorously with my help. I wanted them to react. I imagined I am standing in front of their cage with the key to the lock in my hand. I am completely naked and they just watch me without expression.

Mesmerised, I can’t move away nor can I break their collective gaze. They don’t speak yet, but I know they will have demands in time. I also know the only way to be free is to comply.

Chapter 5

I slept late and by the time I surfaced, donned my robe and headed down to the kitchen a note on the kitchen table told me that Bill had already left for a car boot sale. Vanessa and Jenny were just about to leave for the mall to catch up with friends and Pete I assumed was still in his room. I supposed he slept well too.

I clicked the lock on the bathroom door and took off my robe. I was about to start the shower when a little demon made me unclick the lock.

The sound was very loud to my ears and my heart started thumping. I just stood there naked, looking at myself in the mirror for over a minute. My nipples and groin were particularly sensitive to each beat of my heart. I panted like a dog after a run. I was a bitch on heat. The unlocked door remained closed.

I didn’t really know what I wanted to happen except to see him to see me, naked. I wanted to observe the animal lust on his face and yes I wanted to see him naked and aroused as well. I spent several minutes waiting, nude, ready and aroused but the door remained closed.

Almost reluctantly I donned my robe but left the cord untied and opened the bathroom door. He stood in the hallway dressed in his sleeping shorts and T shirt.

“Morning, Jacosta.”

I could not take a breath for several seconds.

“Good morning to you,” I eventually said. His eyes roamed over my body, a slight smile teased at the corner of his mouth.

“Sleep well?” I asked.

“Yes, you.”

“Very well,” as you can see I surfaced late.”

“Yes,” he said. He was confident, without a hint of shyness.

I walked into my bedroom and left the door open. He stood in the hall and watched me. When I took off my robe he confidently walked in, took the robe from from me and tossed it on the bed. I took his hand and placed it on my breast. His thumb and forefinger teased the nipple.

“Gently,” I whispered. He moved closer, his other hand caressed my bottom and pulled me close so our bodies were in contact. I felt his erection on my stomach. I looked up at his lovely face, the sexy, lazy eyelids and soft brown eyes underneath melted me. He kissed me on the mouth. A lover’s kiss.

I put my hands under his shirt and with his help took it off. I grabbed his cute bum. I pulled him to me. I parted my legs a little and pressed my groin against his muscular thigh.

I stepped back and pulled down his shorts to free his sex organ, a drop of clear viscous fluid emerged from the eye.

“Want some help with that?”

“Yes,” he croaked.

I sat on the bed and held his cock in my hand the eye pointed straight at my face as more fluid leaked out. I could every pulse of his strong young heart as it pumped more blood to maintain the arousal, the shaft, rock hard and ready to be inserted into a willing body.

I engulfed the soft head with my mouth, the taste of the precum delicious. Pete moaned and thrust his hips as his cock desperately searched for a place to deposit his sperm filled semen.

I released his cock from my mouth, stood and placed it on my stomach between us and pulled our naked bodies together, my breasts pressed against his hairless muscular chest.

I slid my body up and down a little against his organ and he soon took over as he masturbated against my body. I held his bottom and felt the power of his thrusts that increased in pace lubricated by his copious fluids.

His hands sought my breasts and I leaned back to give him access and guided his cock against my body. He squeezed my nipples, waves of desire coursed through me, my pussy ached with the need to be invaded and filled.

I looked up at him as he fucked my stomach, he released my breasts, looked at me, his face full of love and desire. He kissed me, his cock spurted between us. We held each other close until the spasms subsided.

I sat down ion the bed, leaned back on my elbows with my legs apart. He stood over me and milked the last of the semen from his softening organ. A glob of semen dropped on the crevice of my pussy.

The sensation of pleasure it caused turned to instant horror as I imagined that his sperm could have started on their journey to my egg.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I said. I pushed him away, his face a picture of surprise and confusion.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“I need a shower, I’m not taking any contraceptive,” I explained, “I don’t want to get pregnant”. He didn’t share my distress, quite the opposite I thought even in my panicked state. Angry and irritated I pushed past him on the way to the bathroom.

After I had washed and douched with the hand held shower head I calmed down but was still nervous about the possibility of pregnancy. I wanted to apologise to Pete but when I was finished he was gone. Admittedly the risk was low however I needed to be certain. I sent an email to our family GP.

“I need access to contraceptives asap,” I wrote.

Wendy was a friend as well as our physician and I had to take the chance that she would honour patient confidentiality. I also did not want to risk staff at the clinic ‘accidently’ reading my personal medical record. I know it shouldn’t happen, but it does. Half an hour later was her reply.

“I’m out of town ATM,” she replied, “but will have a *********** for you in a sealed envelope at the front desk first thing in the morning. Hope this helps.” I sighed with relief.

Chapter 6.

I collected the envelope first thing on Monday morning. There were two ***********s and a note. I have made out a *********** for the regular pill but this will not be effective until at least your next period. The second is for some ‘morning after’ protection and a repeat if required. Let me know if there are any problems and good luck. Wendy.

I had the ***********s filled at a pharmacy near work where I hoped no one would recognise me and took a pill straight away. As soon as I got home that afternoon stashed my protection in my under wear drawer and sat on the bed while my breathing to settled down.

I had averted a possible drama but with growing excitement was the reality that I could now let Pete climax in me without restriction.

The demons were wide awake now and several milled around the front wall of the cage that was really just a barrier that covered the entrance to a cave at the back. Their steel grey oval shaped eyes willed me to come closer. I took a couple of tentative steps forward. “Don’t be afraid,” I heard in my mind. There was no audible sound but I was sure the communication was from a big male demon close to the front.

He smiled at me, a benign smile. I felt, rather than heard his voice which was silky smooth and seductive. Although I was sure he was privy to my most inner thoughts and desires I didn’t mind at all, I wanted him to know. His stared at the key I held that would unlock the large lock on the cage door. He gestured with his bony hand that I should surrender it to him. The key immediately felt very warm, almost hot and heavy.

Several other demons appeared out of the darkness of the cave, their clawed hands gripped the bars. They were all males, naked, their cocks similar to circumcised human ones except the head was disproportionally large. More appeared from the depths of the cavern and milled around behind

I couldn’t drag my eyes away from their sex organs, in unison they swelled until all were impressively erect. The fleshy crowns noticeably bigger now, almost bifurcate with two openings rather than a single human one. As they expanded the colour changed from a pale grey/blue to a dark maroon. It was a very erotic sight.

The crowd behind parted to allow a mature female move to the front. Several caressed her body, particularly her ample firm breasts and rounded fleshy bottom as she passed through to the front. Her nipples and areola were similar in colour to the male’s erect cocks an attractive contrast to the light blue colour of her hairless body. Her pussy was also a dark red, the labia swollen and leaked a cream coloured fluid that reminded me of semen. A sexual aroma permeated the air.

She got down on her hands and knees and presented her sex opening to the male. Mesmerised, I watched as he mounted her. The other males, poked their cocks erect through the bars and made it clear they wanted me to touch and masturbate them.

The female looked directly at me and purred. Voices in my head said it was ok to touch the aroused males anywhere I wanted. The female mewed happily as her mate thrust his cock in and out. I imagined how that large soft head would caress every nerve ending in her sex canal. The attendant males now fondled her body, particularly her breasts and nipples. It felt like they were fondling me.



Her eyes locked with mine. I felt her arousal and my own body respond. My own climax started to build and the allure of the big male was palpable. The bestial thrusts of his cock into her were powerful, almost violent. The muscles on his back, legs and buttock were taught and defined He had my complete attention, it was impossible to look away.

He turned her around so I could see where they were joined. He had stopped humping, his cock half way in. She was trying to impale herself further but he held her back with his bony, hard looking hands. She emitted little grunts of desperate need.

The base of his cock had expanded to form a large bulb and this was a couple of inches from her opening. I could not take my eyes from the coupling and he knew it. He released his hold on her and pushed himself all the way in, bulb and all. She shivered then they both went still.

She turned her head and looked directly at me, her eyes had become more round and the colour had changed to a soft brown. A wave of euphoria engulfed me.

I now stood very close to the cage. The other males were all focused on me, their impressive erections curved out and up, banana shape. None of the others had the big bulb at the base, perhaps these were juveniles I wondered. The key in my hand became heavy as well as hot. I needed both hands to hold it, the alpha male held out his clawed hand again to accept it. I let it drop to the floor.

The sound of a door slam brought me out of my day dream. The first thing I noticed was the sex scent still lingered. It was me, my panties were soaked.

Chapter 6

Over the next few days we carried on as if nothing had happened and Pete generally seemed to avoid me unless we were in company. On reflection I was probably a little harsh on him although the thought of a potential pregnancy did give me a fright at the time.

To my consternation he had stopped ogling me and if anything avoided me. Gone were the discrete or not so discrete glances down my front despite the fact that I actually tried to make it easy for him. Maybe common sense has prevailed I worried and he has lost interest in me. I decided not tell him about my contraception measures. I felt wretched.

On Saturday morning Bill left early for his golf weekend and Vanessa had made plans to attend Jenny’s 18th birthday party that included a sleep over. She was up early, bags packed and dressed in skimpy white shorts and close fit top. Dressed like that at Jenny’s place is fine I thought with just girls about but I hope she is not planning on going into town or similar dressed like that.

With all my personal turmoil during the week I had not paid much attention to any birthday plans. I was about to address that with my daughter when Jenny arrived early with her mum, Sandra to collect Vanessa for the sleep over. Pete had not surfaced yet but turned up soon almost immediately when he heard voices in the kitchen.

“I hope we didn’t wake you,” said Jenny. Whose eyes shone as soon as he entered the room. Pete smiled in response.

“No, I was about to get up anyway, I have a few things on today,” he said as he sat down but not before appraising her sexy young body clad in tight jeans and a top that revealed considerable midriff. He also seemed to have Sandra’s attention.

“Mum, this is Pete who helped Vanessa with her maths and science subjects. He might be able to tutor me,” Jenny said.

“Pleased to meet you,” said Sandra. “Should you decide to do some tutoring we would be very interested.” Pete shook her hand dutifully but his eyes strayed to Sandra’s ample chest. She noticed and with smug satisfaction briefly glanced at me. I hoped my own face did not betray my own feelings.

“I’m certainly considering it,” Pete said. “I just need to clarify my own work position. It would seem at this stage I will be here for some time now that this Covid virus has taken off again in my home state. Will let you know in a couple of weeks. Sandra smiled at him and said.

“Ok will leave it up to you.” With that she stood and added, “we had better get going girls, all packed?” she asked Vanessa.

“Yes, my bag is by the front door. Bye mum, bye Pete, see you tomorrow night.” She and Jenny left to get her gear. Pete and I followed them to the front door. Sandra gave me a peck on the cheek in farewell.

“Jenny doesn’t sit for her driver’s licence for a couple of more weeks,” said Sandra, “so she is driving. I hope that is ok with you and Vanessa.”

“No problems,” said Vanessa.

“That’s fine, have fun,” I said to Sandra whose eyes were focused on Vanessa’s bottom as gathered up her bags. She quickly recovered then replied.

“There at two more coming over shortly.” She touched Pete’s arm and left it there while she said, “I will keep my fingers crossed about the tutoring, see you tomorrow Jacosta.” I didn’t reply.

“Um yeah, ok,” said Pete as he looked at Sandra then me with a questioning look.

Chapter 7

I busied myself for the rest of the morning with housework. Pete said he had work to do and retired to his room. He appeared around midday, I had spent most of the morning near the kitchen with the hope I could make him some lunch and have a talk.

There was no way I would be able to eat anything but hopefully we could clear the air a bit but I wasn’t all that confident. He came into the kitchen dressed in running gear that included a backpack and vest that held a drinking bladder. He planned a long one.

“Would you like something to eat?” I asked.

“Um, not right now thanks, I don’t feel very hungry at the moment. I need go for a run and here is a car for sale near my planned route that I might have a look at as well. It would be a bargain if it’s any good.

“Ok,” I said, “we can have an early dinner. There’s just the two of us tonight so I will make up a curried chicken if you like.” It was his favourite meal and the others were not so keen on it so we did not have it very often. I held my breath as I waited for his response, worried that he may have made other plans for dinner.

“That would be nice, thankyou,” he said without any real enthusiasm. “See you later”. He continued on through the back door without looking back.

It wasn’t until well after four o’clock before he returned. I was beside the pool enjoying the warm afternoon with a cup of coffee in shorts and T shirt without a bra. Earlier I did a bit more on my tan and had pulled up the top to give my breasts a bit of colour. There’s nothing worse than a tan line that does not match a different bikini top and a line of sunburn.

I pulled the top down to cover myself when I heard the side gate open. He saw me look in his direction and came over to sit opposite me. He briefly glanced at my front. There’s hope yet I thought.

“Enjoy your run?” He must had done quite a few miles, he was still breathing a little heavily and he glistened with perspiration, his shirt quite wet. He pulled it up to wipe his face, his stomach was lean and muscled. “What was the car like,” he looked a little puzzled, “the one you looked at?”

“Oh, they should be charged for false advertising?” he didn’t seem overly bothered by it. Even I had to admit that it would be handy for him if he had his own vehicle but so far it had not bothered us greatly. He did on occasion borrow mine which was fine but owning his own would give him some independence.

“Never mind, there will be others.”

“Yeah, if I am going to give Jenny some help with schoolwork I think my own wheels will be a good idea. And it does look like I am stuck in South Australia for a while. I don’t want to outwear my welcome here.” My mouth went dry and I felt decidedly nauseas.

“You are always welcome here and have access to my car, you know that but I understand where you are coming from,” I said with the hope that I did not project the fear I felt.

“I know, and thank you. You are just like family to me and you have been nothing but kind and generous. It is as if you are the mother I never really had. but, it’s time I was able to stand on my own two feet.” He stood quickly and before I could respond he added.

“I’m going to wash and get changed. No need to get up, enjoy the last of the sun, I will take your empty cup inside if you like.”

“Ok, and thank you. The chicken curry just needs heating up, let me know when you are ready.”

“Ok thanks he said and left me sitting there. Maybe it is the implied incest connotations that spooked him I thought. I must admit it was a bit disconcerting, as he was like the son I never had. But, he wasn’t my son and I was going to act accordingly.

I set the table and opened a bottle of wine. We rarely drank alcohol but Pete was known to like some white wine on occasion. It would compliment the chicken I decided as well as hopefully relax both of us. I poured two glasses and took mine to the lounge and waited for him to appear.

I had just poured a second glass when he came down the stairs. He wore jeans with a white Tshirt that contrasted perfectly with his olive complexion and complimented his lean body. I was still in my shorts and braless top. With some relief and satisfaction I noticed his eyes roam over my body. When he picked up the second glass before I had the chance to offer it my heart beat quickened. I hoped he did not see the slight shake of my hand as I took a sip of wine.

“Feeling hungry?”

“Yes, I am actually, mm that tastes good,” he said when he tasted the wine.

“Ok, it will only take a minute to heat up, why don’t you go and sit down at the dining room table and I will bring it in.”

“Ok sounds good to me,” he said as he picked up the bottle and took it with him. My hands visibly shook as I filled our plates. I took them in one at a time. I deliberately leaned close as placed his meal in front of him. His eyes focused on my breasts, I felt the nipples harden with desire. He waited until after I sat down with my dinner before he said.

“Thankyou for cooking this meal, I really appreciate it. Yum it tastes really good.”

“My pleasure Pete and I want to thank you for the lovely compliment today.”

“Oh?”

“You said I was like the mother you missed out on. I feel the same way about you Pete, you as the son I never had.” There was an awkward silence, we both concentrated on our meals. I really need to say something, tell him that I behaved badly toward him and that there was no need for concern or worry. I looked up and he had stopped eating. Before I could say anything, he said.

“I’m really sorry about what I did to you, put you at risk, I mean. I just didn’t think.” I breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s OK Pete, I reacted badly and it is me who should be apologising.” He gave me a small smile, more of a grin really but there was still some uncertainty in his demeanour.

“Do you think that you, um, could be pregnant?”

“No I am fairly confident it hasn’t happened. I gave myself a good douche with the hand held shower I said with an embarrassed grin. I got a tentative smile in response. I threw caution to the wind.

“I also took a morning after pill. His face registered some surprise and I could imagine his mind working through the information.

“Then all should be ok then?”

“Yes, so nothing to worry about.” I noticed his plate was empty.

“There’s more curry if you want.”

“No thanks, that was delicious though.” He stood up and collected my plate as well as his and took them to the kitchen. I collected the rest of the dishes and followed.

“Just put everything in the dishwasher,” I said “there’s just the two of us so we will run it after breakfast tomorrow.” He listened but there was no reaction to the referral that we would be alone. “In the meantime we can finish the wine in the family room.” I filled both our glasses with the remainder of the bottle and joined him on the couch.

“I enjoyed making out with you,” I said. He smiled and but didn’t say anything. I took the glass from his hand and placed it next to mine on the coffee table. I half turned to face him.

“Would you like to do it again?” I asked while I put my hand on his thigh.

“Yes,” he almost whispered in reply. I held his hand and kissed it, then placed it on my breast. He gasped and said.

“I will be much more careful this time, I promise.” I released his hand and his fingers found the nipple. Delicious tingles rippled to my groin.

“We can do what ever you want, I have more pills.” His breathing became more rapid and his other hand stroked my upper thigh that sent more shivers of pleasure through me. I put my hand under his shirt and pulled him closer then kissed him on the lips.

He responded immediately, his hands explored my body with almost desperate fervour, my breasts were a focus, I loved the attention. He tried to lift my shirt to expose them but it was a tight fit and did not yield easily. I took it off for him and his eyes feasted on my torso, hungry with desire. I held a breast in offering, the nipple pointed straight at him.

“Want a suck?” He didn’t need to be asked twice and his mouth latched on and he sucked like a baby. I cradled his head in my hands and ran my fingers throught his hair. I shuddered in ecstasy when he teased the nipple with his tongue. All I could think of was getting naked, I was so ready to have his beautiful cock inside me.

“Want to take me to bed?”

“Yes.”

He fondled my breasts and bottom all the way up the stairs.

“Is it ok if I go to the bathroom first?” he said. I giggled in response.

“I insist actually.” He grinned, held my breast while he kissed me and opened the bathroom door. I briefly toyed with the idea of following him but did not want him to get embarrassed and lose focus. I went to my room and sat on the bed and waited in anticipation for him to join me. A dose of the guilts threatened.

I was about to commit adultery, this is not just teen style making out, this is planned full sexual intercourse with a young man nearly half my age. Common sense told me this was and intended action that was both selfish and totally irresponsible behaviour on my part. I’m an experienced married woman and I was unashamedly using him.

I immediately resolved stop this now, I stood up to get my dressing gown and cover myself and wondered what I would say. There would have to be some compromise I conceded, at most I would masturbate him again and not go any further.

He appeared in the open doorway, a box of tissues in one hand. He had taken off his shirt and the belt on his jeans hung loose with the buttons of the fly halfway undone. The bulge underneath was noticeable. It was an incredibly sexy sight to behold. My body betrayed me, I felt weak with desire and knew there was no going back now. My breathing fast and shallow, prevented me from saying anything.

He came toward me, slowly, almost hesitant. He saw me look at the tissues.

“I, um, didn’t want to make a mess again,” he said. I took then from him and put them of my dresser.

“You won’t need those tonight,” I said as I basked in the erotic scene of a half naked man in my bedroom very conscious that my own breasts were bare and my nipples hard and sensitive. I returned and stood in front of him. “I have more pills, so there is no need to worry.

“Oh,” he said, I suspect a little confused as to where this was going. I ran my hands over his naked chest down to the top of his jeans. My pussy tingled in anticipation and a dull aching itch developed deep inside me, an itch that could only be relieved by the penetration and thrust of a hard cock.

All of the resolve of a few minutes ago evaporated, I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to. I didn’t, my body was in control. I undid the remaining buttons on his jeans and freed his engorged penis. I stood back and watched him remove his clothes, his cock bobbed enticingly in the process. He stood still and watched while I undid the buttons of my shorts.

“Your turn,” I said. He dropped to his knees, his face was close to my groin when he pulled the shorts down along with my wet panties. He gasped when my pussy was revealed. I stepped out of the clothes, indicated he should stand and pulled his naked body to mine.

His cock twitched against my belly when I kissed him and precum leaked on me. I scooped the clear viscous fluid from my stomach and his cock, he moaned as I smeared it between my pussy lips.

“That’s where I want your cum,” I said. He looked at me, a sheepish look.

“I haven’t done this before,” he said. I detected some embarrassment that made me want him even more if that was possible.

“I would be honoured if I could be your first.” He smiled, a boyish smile.

“Yes please,” it was my turn to smile. I led him to my bed, sat on the edge and held his hard cock in my hand. It moved slightly at my touch and more clear fluid oozed from the hole. I sucked the head then caressed the underside with my tongue. He pulled back suddenly and moaned as if in pain.

“Did I hurt you,” I asked.

“No, no sorry, I nearly made a mess,” was his anguished reply.

“Oh, I am flattered, I didn’t think I was that good a cock sucker,” I said in the hope I could relieve some of his nervousness. I climbed onto the bed and spread my legs wide. “Kneel here I commanded as I patted a spot between my knees. When he was in position I gently held his cock.

“Come closer.” I guided the swollen head between my pussy lips and moved it up and down the crevice. The anticipation of him entering me was excruciatingly sexy.

My opening was dilated and ready, I settled the head of his cock there and slightly in me. The anticipation and wait for him to impale me almost impossible to bear. He moved slightly and started to enter, the head now inside me, then he stopped and remained still.

“Are you sure?” he asked. I put my hands on his bottom and thrust my hips upwards. An involuntary squeal of delight escaped from me as he plunged half way in, more than my husband at full penetration. He stilled again, a small shudder vibrated through us both. I moved up and down a fraction, he let out a groan, then, mother nature took over.

He fucked me like a veteran his beautiful hard cock plunged all the way to my cervix and the aching nerve endings in my sex canal received the stimulation they demanded.

Not for long though, he paused, his cock expanded against the walls of my vagina and then pulsed as his semen spurted deep inside me. My own delicious release followed and succumbed to uninhibited sobs of pleasure. He lay still on top of me, my pussy still full of engorged cock. It felt so good. He started to move off me. I wrapped my legs around his, grabbed his bum and held him in.

“”Are you ok?” he said.

“Yes, you just gave me a wonderful orgasm and your staying in there while you are still hard.”

“Ah, I’m worried I’m too heavy on you.”

“Well your fine but if you want we can rollover so I am on top, but we stay joined.”

“Mmm ok.” He was so strong I barely had to make any effort before I ended up on top and still impaled on his cock.

“Like that,” he said.

“Yes,” I placed a nipple in his mouth, he suckled like a baby and waves of pleasure wafted through me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and motion for me to sit up on my knees. His cock moved partly in and out of my pussy as I made the position. It was a lovely to se him lying there under me and be still joined to him.

“I want to look at you,” he said.

“Like what you see?”

“Yes, a lot.” His hands caressed my legs, stomach, breasts. I leaned down and kissed him. He moved his hips to produce a gentle fucking motion. I responded and met the thrusts, in time, exhilarated with the beginnings of another climax.

It wasn’t until well after midnight that our coupling was completed. We lay side by side on my bed, exhausted and satiated. My pussy was a little tender, a small price to pay for the wonderful hours of love making. Pete was on his side looking at me, a contented, half smile on his face. The aroma of sex was as noticeable as the damp patch under my bottom. I moved closer to him.

“Time to get some sleep lover boy,” I said. He leaned over to kiss me and slide his hand along my side and upper thigh.

“Mmmm I really want to do this again, but I’m fucked right now,” he said.

“I know the feeling and I need to recover before we indulge again.”

“You mean we can do this again?”

“Yes of course you won’t get any resistance from me.” I turned my back to him and lay on my side.

“You want me to go back to my bed now?”

“No of course not,” I leaned back and grabbed his arm and placed his hand between my breasts. “Give me a cuddle and let’s get some sleep.”

Chapter 8.

When I woke it was full daylight with the sun streaming through the un curtained window. I rolled on my back, he was still in my bed and awake.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, “thankyou for everything.”

“Believe me it was my pleasure as well,” I said honestly despite the fact I was a little sore.

“Do you really mean it when you said we could have sex again?”

“Yes, absolutely but on one condition.”

“Oh?”

“This is to be our secret, that means no playing while Bill or Vanessa are likely to witness or interrupt us. I am sure we can find ways to enjoy each other even if it is just me sucking you off or and maybe you can get that wonderful cock in me from time to time. I need release too even if is just your tongue in my pussy like I showed you last night.”

He didn’t say anything for a while and was lost in thought. Eventually he said.

“So, for example, if you and I were in the kitchen and just suppose we could see both Vanessa and Bill out by the pool.”

“Yes,” this sounds interesting, I turned on my side and caressed his thigh.

“Well we could see them but they would not be able to see us.”

“That’s true,” I replied a little coyly, “are suggesting I could pull down my panties, lean over the kitchen table while you have your way with me?”

“Um well it’s just an idea.” I felt for his cock, it had started to swell to hardness. The soreness in my pussy started to subside as I imagined the scene. Pete’s cock was almost at full erection.

“You like that idea don’t you,” I said as I stroked his manhood, then added. “I think it is a fucking wonderful idea and I can’t wait to try it.”

“Get on your hands and knees then,” he commanded. I didn’t give his instruction a second thought and assumed position with my pussy on offer. His tongue probed between swollen pussy lips. They were soon moist with his saliva and my own secretions.

“Practice makes perfect,” I said, “now, remember how I like long strokes on the upper wall of my cunt when you take me from behind,”

He didn’t answer but placed one hand on my bottom and used his other to guide his cock where we both wanted it, at the entrance to my vagina then held my upper thighs as he slowly worked himself in me. Soon my building arousal soothed any soreness or discomfort from the workout I received during most of the night.

His hands roamed over my stomach, moved upward to my breasts as his cock thrust in and out. His long bony fingers released tingles of desire from my nipples when they were squeezed and manipulated. I imagined Bill looking in my direction even though he couldn’t see us. A loud purring resonated all around me as I lost my self in the ecstasy of our mating.

To be continued.

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