Chapter 2: Mary's Story
First thing to remember is that I am actually younger than my husband's daughter, Betty. That, of course, causes some tension between me and her. Betty is both Daddy's girl, and very much like her Dad. I think she always resented her mother, and any other woman that got his attention. She thinks her Dad only wanted a younger woman because of how her mother henpecked him. She sees me as someone weak and treats me with contempt. I made the attempts to reach out to her and forge an understanding, but she's stubborn. At one point I decided that it wasn't worth trying to win her or her mother over. At that point she wasn't living in the house, so I had my husband. I guess I won.
I said she was much like her Dad, but she was also projecting on me. She thought I was a pushover who was beneath her, but she only dated men she could push around and control. That included her boyfriend Eddie.
Eddie is just a year younger than me, two years younger than Betty. Obviously, the age difference isn't that big, but the maturity is. And Eddie was definitely in arrested development due to Betty. In fact, his own mother was a bit domineering, but she and Betty seemed to see eye-to-eye.
Normally I wouldn't give Eddie a second look. If I want to raise a child I will have my own. But a mix of anger at Betty, and sorrow for this sad sack left me open to persuasion.
Not that Eddie did much to provide it. He was usually under Betty's thumb, but even I could see when he would sneak glances my way. I made a habit of wearing loose kimonos and more revealing clothing when I knew they would be over. Anything to tease and agitate Eddie, and annoy Betty. Betty didn't have enough faith in my intelligence to think I would actually plot against her. That was her mistake.
My chance to act came one afternoon. Betty and Eddie had come over to use the pool, but after an hour Betty got a call from work about some issue or another. I always zoned out when she drones on about her job. Eddie thought they should both leave, but she told him to wait here, she swore it would only take an hour.
I knew her better than that, an hour is always three. But abandoning her boyfriend wasn't unusual. And she didn't count on me doing anything.
I had thought of many ways to seduce Eddie, but I realized my complex fantasies were the sort of stuff worthy of my husband, not him. I knew that simpler was better.
Eddie was still lounging by the pool, so I decided to slip on a bikini and walk out. I sat down in the pool chair next to him and began sunning myself. I knew he would look over and get excited. I did the next obvious thing, rolled on my belly and undid my top and just lay there, teasing him while doing nothing at all.
He took no action to initiate anything himself, and I didn't imagine that he would have. I had some slim hope I would stir him enough to even fumble toward seduction. Then again, this was the sort of man Betty would date. I would have to take control.
"Eddie," I said, "Could you rub some suntan lotion on my back?"
On cue he got up. He came close to spilling the whole bottle of suntan oil on me as he fumbled nervously. I let him run his eager hands over my back. I felt his hands nervously approach near my breasts and butt, but never too close. He definitely couldn't read the cues I was sending him.
"Get some on my legs, if you could," I said.
"Yes," he said eagerly, and began working the back of my legs. Again, he avoided my ass out of fear, but the work on my thighs wasn't half bad. I was starting to get aroused, if in a frustrated sort of way. Eddie reminded me of why I always preferred an older and experienced man. But I knew this was about Betty being a bad lover to him, and this was my chance to show her up and fix her mistakes.
I rolled over, exposing my bare breasts to Eddie.
"Keep going," I said, "All over."
Permission explicitly given, his eager hands covered my front with suntan oil. I could feel his hard-on brush against me as he leaned in. He began by only brushing across my breasts to start, cautiously gauging my reaction, but as I sent the right signals, he kept coming back.
"I think that's enough oil," I told him as he reached to add more to my breasts.
"Okay," he said.
"You can keep rubbing," I told him, knowing he would slink off if not being instructed.
He started on my breasts again, eyeing them lustily. The longer he rubbed, the closer his face got, and I could see him licking his lips in desire. I put a hand behind his head and guided him to my breast. He took my nipple in his mouth and began sucking on it. I reached out and into his swim trunks. I began stroking his boner. He got excited.
"Maybe you could put suntan oil on me?" Eddie asked.
At least he was speaking now and saying some of his desires. But he wasn't ready yet to truly take charge of this encounter.
"No, I don't want to," I said, sitting up.
Eddie looked upset.
"Oh," Eddie said.
"It's not that I don't think it would be fun, I just don't want to taste the suntan oil," I said.
As the meaning of what I said was slowly going through his mind, I slipped his trunks down and took his cock in my mouth. I got him wet and lubed up with my spit, then returned to stroking him.
"Oh, Mary," he said.
"Eddie," I said.
He probably thought he was in love with me that minute.
"I've always had a stepmother fantasy," Eddie said.
I stopped right there.
"I'm not your stepmother," I told him.
"No, but you are my girlfriend's stepmother," Eddie said, "Maybe stepmother-in-law?"
"You're not married to Betty," I said, "Plus, I'm younger than her. I'm only a year older than you."
"I know, it's just... You know, a more mature woman," Eddie said.
"Eddie, you watch too much goddamn porn," I chided him.
"What? Look, you date an older man, you've seen more than I have," Eddie said.
"You're mistaking age and experience," I said, "What you're looking for in an older woman isn't what I am looking for in an older man."
"What's the difference?"
"I want a guy who knows what he wants. I don't need an older man to get that, but it helps. I can also trust he's going to give me what I want. You don't even know how to ask for what you want, so why should I waste my experience on you?" I asked.
"I know what I want, it's just that Betty always is the one who does what she wants," Eddie said, "It's usually her on top."
"That's because she's using you, Eddie. She uses you for your dick and to be around as a boyfriend for social occasions, but she really wants to control you. She doesn't love you," I said.
That truth hit Eddie hard.
"Eddie, quit moping. You wouldn't have rushed over to oil me up if you were happy with Betty," I said.
"Why are you messing with me? Don't you have your own husband?" he said.
"He and I have certain understandings. Very adult understandings, more mature than you're ready for. That said, I don't think he'd like me banging his daughter's boyfriend either, even if he doesn't like you," I said.
"What did I ever do to him?" Eddie asked.
"You're weak. He knows Betty is a domineering type. He's afraid she might keep you around to give her some kids, and they will grow up resenting you for being such a pussy," I said.
"You're using me too," Eddie said.
"I am. I don't like Betty, and I don't like how she treats you. The only reason I'm entertaining fucking you is to get back at her. But it's not enough just to fuck you better than her, that's easy. I need to make you man enough to assert what you need from her, or walk away if she's not giving it to you," I said.
"So... if I ask you for sex, you'll give it to me?" he asked.
"If you ask right," I said.
