My name is Gloria. I’m 47 and have been married for 30 years. I guess it’s because I married so young and never really took the time to explore my sexuality that I found myself a very sexually frustrated woman. Ben, my husband, is 61 and started losing his sex drive back in his 50’s. If I get any sexual attention from him at all, it’s what they call once in a blue moon.
After our children were grown and gone, we no longer had a need for our 5-bedroom house but since we had built it ourselves we didn’t want to move. So, we decided to rent the extra bedrooms. Our master bedroom had a private bath and there were two other bathrooms in the house for our renters to share.
The first two renters were college girls. I thought that might help Ben with his problem, but it only ended up frustrating me more. The girls would run around the house scantily clad with their near-perfect little bodies. Well, you can just imagine how I was beginning to feel.
Our third renter was a young boy. Well, I call him a young boy; he was 19. He’d had some sort of problem with his parents and moved out on his own. Every morning he was up early and off to put in a hard day’s work on the county road crew. Billy was just as nice and polite as he could be; I couldn’t imagine what sort of problem he must have had with his parents.
The girls flirted with Billy all the time. And he was quite a striking young man with a chiseled jaw, deep blue eyes and sandy hair. Working on the road crew hardened his young body and he had added quite a muscular body to his 6’2” frame.
“Gloria,” he said to me one morning. “I heard you say you were going to town today. Here’s $50.00 if you wouldn’t mind picking me up some more work shoes.”
“I’ll be happy to do it,” I replied.
“Great!” he beamed with a big smile. “Here, I’ve written everything down, and I bought these at Best. I’m sure they still have them. Is that too far out of your way?”
“No, not at all. I drive right by it,” I answered.
Later that morning, at Best, I immediately saw the same shoe Billy had been wearing that morning. I handed the note to the sales clerk. “Here’s what I’m supposed to pick up,” I said.
“Size 12E! Wow! I’ll have to go upstairs to see if we have any,” the girl said.
A few moments later she was back at the counter with a box in her hands. “Last pair,” she said. “Wow, your husband has a big foot.”
“Oh, no. They’re not for my husband. One of our renters wanted me to pick them up,” I quickly answered.
“Is he single?” she asked with a smile.
“Yes, why do you ask?”
“12 E,” she smiled knowingly.
And then I knew what she was talking about. “Oh, uh, I see,” I stammered. Then I smiled back at her. “But I can’t answer that question for you.”
On the way home, however, I couldn’t stop thinking about what the sales girl had suggested about Billy. I flipped open the box and removed one of the shoes. God, it was huge! I shivered involuntarily and felt a queasy feeling in my lower belly as I thought – about Billy’s cock.
That night at dinner I kept stealing glances at the boy. The size of his cock was about all I could think about. Oh, god, I was so frustrated with my situation. When he got up to leave the table I glanced at his crotch to see if I could see any evidence. Of course, with jeans you never really know, but what I saw looked promising.
What was I thinking? Promising! Promising for whom? I was still an old married bitch, whatever the size of his cock. I sat there for several minutes after everyone had excused themselves from the table. And then it hit me! My panties were wet. Thinking about the boy had brought life back into my pussy. Oh, god.
The girls went to their rooms about 8:30 and Ben went up to bed at 9:00. Billy and I watched television with me still stealing glances at his crotch. Once, during a hot love scene I saw him reach down and adjust himself. Oh, my! He did have a package inside the denim.
A short while later he excused himself, saying he’d better get rested up. He said something about a bridge, but I wasn’t really listening. My heart was throbbing in my ears with my newfound knowledge. I slid my hand up my leg and confirmed that my panties were even wetter. There was a tightness in my lower abdomen. I was horny!
I sneaked down the darkened hall past the girls’ rooms. Billy’s room was the last one. He’d left the door open slightly and in the dim light emanating from his closet, I saw him standing with his back to me. He had already stepped out of his shoes and was sliding his jeans downward. I couldn’t move.
I stared as his muscular ass came into view. He wore no underwear. His legs appeared equally strong. Billy turned slightly to put his jeans on a nightstand, and I saw it. Seven inches of cock hung in front of him. It looked as thick as my wrist, and it was soft. I gasped to myself as I contemplated what I was seeing.
Billy began to turn for bed and I quickly moved back down the hall, then up the stairs to my place beside Ben. Tonight I would sleep nude. I couldn’t get my mind off the boy downstairs, and it took a long time for me to finally drift off to sleep. But the lack of consciousness did not stop the thoughts about Billy.
I dreamed about his cock throughout the night, waking up several times – each time I discovered my hand covering my pussy. And each time I wished it were Ben’s. Or, dare I say it, Billy’s. No, not Billy’s hand; I wished my hand was Billy’s cock.
Shortly after breakfast, Billy and Ben left for their jobs. About an hour later Megan and Crystal headed out the door for school. I poured myself another cup of coffee and was beginning to sit down with Megan burst back through the door.
“It’s too hot for this,” she said, indicating the sweater in her hand.
“Just leave it here. I’ll put it up for you so you can go on,” I said. Megan thanked me with a big smile and dropped the sweater on the back of one of the chairs.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Billy as I sat there drinking the coffee. The vivid image of his cock was cemented in my brain. I thought about sneaking down the hall the night before and how I had felt standing outside his door peeking inside. My heart was pounding again.
I sighed. The coffee cup was empty, so I moved to the sink and washed it. Once it was back in the cabinet, I turned to see Megan’s sweater that I had already forgotten about. I picked it up and headed down the hall that I had sneaked down hours earlier. I walked past Megan’s room and stood outside Billy’s room again. My mind was reeling. I touched myself. I touched myself strongly and I walked into the bedroom. I inhaled, trying to catch a scent of the boy. I even bent over and smelled his sheets. His naked cock had been there not too long ago. Oh, my god. What was I doing?
I quickly moved out of the room and walked directly to Megan’s bedroom. I put the sweater on a hanger in her closet and turned to leave when my eye caught something strange peeking out from beneath her pillow. It was bright blue and…was it cylindrical?
I walked over to the bed and raised the pillow slightly to stare down at a big blue jelly-like vibrating dildo. Except for the color…my thoughts immediately went back to Billy. I wondered if his erection was that big. Sure it was, I convinced myself. My hand closed around the soft tube. Wow, that is lifelike. I lifted it from the bed and admired its size up close. I even smelled of it, but could detect no scent.
I continued staring at the blue cock. I flipped the switch and it began to hum with the foremost three inches rotating slightly. Never had I seen anything like this. It was mesmerizing to watch it spin slowly with the low hum. After a moment or two, I switched off the power and placed it back under Megan’s pillow. I headed back to my room to shower.
When my mind returned from my thoughts about Billy, I saw myself standing naked in front of the mirror. My body wasn’t that bad. I was still pretty slender. Sure, there was a little pouch at my belly, but my arms and legs were firm. I turned. My ass didn’t look bad at all. My breasts didn’t sag too terribly bad.
I sat on the bed and studied my pussy. I laughed to myself. Hell, it should be tight; it hasn’t had any action in months. Then, I sighed. It hadn’t had any action in months.
I was standing naked beside Megan’s bed, lifting the pillow. The blue cock was in my hand. I took it back to my room. I arranged a couple of pillows lengthwise on the bed and placed the cock between them, standing on its base. In my mind it was Billy lying there asleep, his cock at full attention.
Slowly and cautiously I knelt beside the bed and leaned toward the pole of jelly. I kissed it and heard a moan. It was a moan beckoning me to continue – to do more. I pushed my mouth over the end of it. It jumped. Four inches moved back and forth, up and down. The cock fucked my mouth. I could hear panting and moaning. The pleasure was incredible. Billy liked my mouth on his cock; I could tell by the sounds I was hearing.
I crawled up onto the bed and spread my legs over the tall, thick cock. Slowly, ever so slowly, it entered me. It began to rotate inside me and I could hear the pleasurable hum of passion. I could hardly breathe. The anticipation, the excitement of being here – with him – oh, god, how he filled me. The cock was moving into areas where a cock had never been. My mind was doing the same.
I heard loud panting. Loud moans crashed through my brain and my body shuddered with a powerful orgasm that was quickly followed by another and a third. God, I was going to die. I fell across the bed, the cock still impaling me, still buzzing its delight.
For the next few days, my nights were filled with the same dream. Each night my brain stood outside Billy’s room, peering inside. Each night my brain saw him lying in bed naked, his cock standing erect. Oh, how thick it was! Each night my brain saw the long, thick cock push into my mouth.
Each day, the thick, blue cock carried me to orgasm.
On Thursday at dinner, the girls said they were going to the state capital for the weekend. Ben looked up from his plate, “Well, hon. With the guard on bivouac this weekend, I guess that means you and Billy are on your own.”
My heart was in my throat immediately. I felt my pussy gush with excitement. “Uh, okay,” I said. “I guess we can make it without you. Can’t we Billy?”
“Yes m’am,” he said. “We might even rent some movies and get some popcorn and just make a night of it,” he said with a laugh. Everyone joined the laugh.
Crystal spoke. “I don’t know.” She looked at Megan. “You think we can trust these two alone?”
Megan joined in. “Crys, you may be right. Ben, what do you think?” She grinned from ear to ear.
Ben returned the grin. “Hell…uh, well. I guess they’re both adults. They can get into trouble if they want to.” He glanced from Billy to me. “Just don’t expect any of us to come bail you out.”
Billy raised his glass of iced tea toward me. “To trouble,” he said. “I mean, staying out of trouble,” he added amidst the laughter.
Friday morning saw me leave the house early for a manicure and pedicure. I soaked in the tub for an hour. I didn’t see my blue friend that day, but I’d certainly had my erotic dream the night before.
