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.