Dads New Wife 2

DAD'S NEW WIFE

CHAPTER 1

My name is Brian. I just graduated from college. I'm 23 years old, 6 ft. tall, and weigh 195 lbs. I have black hair which I keep short and styled. I played football in high school and college but was not a star player or anything. I have been told that I'm handsome and a hunk. I have had several girlfriends in the past but nothing serious. I'm currently unattached.

My parents have been divorced for 5 years. I am still close with both of them. My dad offered to let me come live with him in LA when I graduated until I could find a job and get established. It sounded like a good opportunity so I accepted. My mom lives in a very small town in Ohio and I was afraid there wouldn't be much there as far as career opportunities. We used to live in Va. Mom met and married a man from Ohio, and Dad accepted an offer from the company he worked for to transfer to LA. Both of them said there was nothing holding them in Va. anymore. But both said I could come live with them when I graduated.

So I was on my way to LA. Driving my old Mustang. Dad had told me he had remarried about a year ago but I have not met his new wife yet. He assured me she was fine with me living with them.

CHAPTER 2

I arrived at Dad's house Sat. just before noon at the expected time with all my worldly possessions in my Mustang. It appeared he was doing well in his new position. It was a very large, nice house with a very large, well maintained yard and garden. There was a Mercedes convertible and a BMW roadster sitting in the driveway. I figured the BMW was Dad's. He had always liked them but never had one before. That would mean the convertible was his wife's, I assumed.

Dad answered the door when I rang the doorbell. We hugged and said our hellos. He looked good. Tanned and fit. Dressed casually in shorts and a polo shirt. He said Tonya, his new wife, was at the grocery store picking up a few things for lunch. He showed me the house and my room. Then we unloaded my car and put my stuff in my room. We sat down at the bar in the kitchen with a couple of beers to catch up.

Dad said I could stay as long as I wanted. He said the job market was good right now. I had studied marine biology. Another reason to go to LA rather than Ohio. I could apply for positions online. He said if I couldn't find something in a month or so that he could get me on where he worked. He worked for a pharmaceutical company. Not what I wanted to do, but like he said, if I couldn't find something soon it would do until I did.

Tonya came in as we were talking. I didn't realize it was her until they greeted each other with a kiss and a hi sweetheart. She was much younger than him. I didn't know who she might be, but I wouldn't have guessed my dad's wife. She was a knockout. Early 30's, at least 10 years younger than him, if not more. I found out later she was 33, so 13 younger than dad. Only 10 older than me. She was about 5 ft' 6 in. tall, brunette hair halfway down her back, hourglass figure, not huge but nice size tits, great ass, and legs up to her neck. Beautiful green eyes. Tanned, toned and fit but not muscular. Old Dad had done okay. He has a trophy wife. I wondered if she was a golddigger, or if they truly loved each other. I hoped the latter. Dad wasn't wealthy but he had a little money set aside.

Dad introduced us and I stuck out my hand to shake, but Tonya hugged me and said "We're family. We hug, not shake hands." And that she was glad to meet me. She said she was looking forward to getting to know me and that I was welcome there. I told her it was nice to meet her, also. And that I looked forward to getting to know her, also. Then she went about fixing lunch for us all. Nothing fancy but it was very good. Turns out she's a good cook.

I couldn't help watching Tonya as she went about the kitchen. She had on a pair of black shorts that emphasized her ass and legs. A tight white pullover top that showed her breasts and belly nicely. She had a very dark tan and wore her hair loose. I couldn't tell if she had make-up on or not. But I thought she didn't need any. She was beautiful. I felt bad about having lustful thoughts about her but couldn't help it.

While we ate we talked and caught up and Tonya and I learned a little about each other. I found out how they met at the gym where Dad started working out to stay in shape. She worked there at the time, but not anymore. She now did some accounting work from home. And they were talking about having a baby.

CHAPTER 3

I got settled in over the next couple of days. I had made a list of places to apply that I had looked up online. I started visiting them and applying. I also applied for other jobs in case I couldn't get the one I wanted right away. Dad was at work during the day and home evenings. Which meant Tonya and I had time alone together to get to know each other.

When I was home and she wasn't working we hung out and talked. She was a very nice girl and I got the impression that she truly did love my dad and was not a golddigger, which made me happy.

Tonya always dressed sexily, maybe even provocatively. As we got to know each other and got friendly I sometimes commented on how nice she looked, or how sexy. She would wear shorts and halter tops, or mini skirts. And always a top that showcased her tits. I wondered if they were real. If she wore jeans or pants they were skintight and highlighted her great ass. Sometimes she wore her bikini, sometimes with a cover up, sometimes without.

We always hugged when greeting each other. I enjoyed the contact but felt guilty about lusting after Dad's wife. I always told her how good she looked. Which she loved. Soon I was telling her things like her butt looked good in those shorts, or 'nice rack'. She always thanked me and seemed to really like the compliments. I eventually started swatting her ass when she walked by. She would just tell me to behave. I told her she drove me nuts running around dressed the way she did. Again, she told me to behave.

It got to the point that I couldn't keep my hands off of her. I continued to pat her ass, or rub her leg or back. She told me I was a naughty boy. "Guilty", I said. "But you're pretty naughty, too, because you don't make me stop."

"I guess you're right. Maybe I should."

"Please don't." And she didn't.

I sometimes came up behind her if she was at the counter or something and put my arms around her belly and hugged her to me. Her skin was so soft and smooth, and felt great. One day when she was wearing her bikini I squeezed a tit and asked "Are those real?"

She playfully smacked my hand away and said, "Oh my God. You are such a perv. Of course they're real. All breasts are real. If you're asking if they're natural, yes they are. If it's any of your business."

I said, "Sorry. I was just wondering. They're very nice. Your whole body is, if you don't mind my saying."

"Thank you. I still work out at the gym. I like to keep fit."

CHAPTER 4

One day Tonya and I were both home and Dad was at work. Tonya was in the kitchen making a salad. I came in from outside and saw her standing there with her back to me. She was wearing a pair of 'booty shorts'. Black spandex, very tight, and very tiny. Her ass cheeks were hanging out the bottom. She had a bikini top on that struggled to contain her tits. She was swaying as if listening to music, which she was. She had earbuds in her ears.

I walked up behind her and hugged her as usual. I jokingly said, "Hi, Mom." Up until then I always called her Tonya.

"Don't ever call me that. I'm not that much older than you." She patted my hand on her belly. I stepped back a little and on impulse reached up and massaged her tits. She grabbed my hands and pulled them away from her breasts. She didn't get mad but said, "Brian, you can't do that. I'm married to your father."

"Sorry. I couldn't resist. They just look so inviting. YOU look so inviting."

"Well, thank you. But you can't do that."

A few days later she was at the sink washing dishes when I came in. Wearing her bikini top and jeans. I stared for a minute, then came up behind her and hugged her. I continued to hold her to me as she washed the dishes. I wondered if she could feel my half hard cock against her ass. I ran my hands up and down her sides from her jeans to her bikini top. Without thinking I reached up and pulled the strings that tied her bikini top. It sprung loose but didn't fall off because it also had a string tie around her neck. She grabbed the cups of her top and held it to her and asked, "What the fuck are you doing!?"

"Sorry. I was just having some fun. Just playing. I didn't mean anything by it."

"Well. Okay, then. But that's not appropriate." As she re-tied her top I noticed there was no tan line. I assumed she tanned topless in a tanning bed. She finished the dishes and we made sandwiches and we ate and talked.

Two days later she was in the back yard snipping away on a bush, trimming some straggling shoots. She was wearing her bikini bottom and a tank top. I just stood watching a little while. She looked fabulous. Long, luscious legs, big tits, dark, flawless skin. Her hair was in a ponytail and hung down her back. I quietly approached from behind, put my hands over her eyes, and said, "Guess who."

"Hello, Brian. Where've you been?"

"At an interview. It went pretty well, but I don't think they're hiring right now. They said when they are ready to hire they would call. What are you up to?"

"Just trimming some stragglers on the bushes." She turned around and went back to trimming. I massaged her shoulders as she worked and told her to be careful out in this heat.

I slid my hands down her sides and said, "At least you're dressed appropriately to be out here." Then, and I couldn't stop myself, I quickly grabbed the ties of her bikini at her waist and pulled them loose. Her bikini bottoms dropped to the ground. And I saw her magnificent ass in all it's glory. And again noticed no tan line.

She immediately dropped down to retrieve her bottom. As she was tying it back on she yelled, "You fucking pervert! What the fuck do you think you're doing!? I oughta smack the shit out of you!"

I backed up and held my hands up in a defensive way. "Whoa. Just playing. Don't go all ballistic and shit."

"That's not playing. That's crossing the line. If I told your father he'd kill you."

"Please don't. I'm sorry. I really was just playing. I didn't mean anything by it. It's just that you're so beautiful and sexy. I lose control around you. Please forgive me."

"Oh. Okay. I forgive you. But you've got to stop. I can live with the hugs and ass pats. Even though I shouldn't even allow that."

"Thank you. You truly are beautiful. And the way you dress and act makes me think you like the attention. But I know I went too far."

"It's okay. I admit I do like the attention. Always have. I guess I'm a vain person. I've always known men are attracted to me and I've used that. I'm proud of my body and I like to show off. I admit I do dress provocatively around you because you show me attention. And I enjoy it. But that's as far as it goes. Just because I tease you doesn't mean I would ever do anything. I love your father and will not cheat on him."

"I never expected you to cheat on him. I wasn't trying to seduce you or anything. I just wanted to see more of your body I guess. I hate to admit it, but I guess I AM a pervert."

"No. You're not a pervert. I'm sorry I called you that. You're just a young man. A horny young man. Acting foolishly as young men do."

"So, we're good?"

"Yeah. We're good."

I went in the house and got some lunch.

CHAPTER 5

I got a job working nights where Dad worked. So we only saw each other on the weekends. But Tonya and I were home during the day, even though I slept part of it.

I continued touching her every chance I got and she let me. An ass pat here, a rub of leg there, a tit squeeze occasionally. She really did like the attention, as long as I didn't try to remove her clothing. It even progressed to where she let me fondle her ass or tits instead of just a pat or squeeze. I would stand behind her and play with her tits through her clothing. She would smile at me and say "behave", but she didn't stop me.

Tonya continued to dress provocatively, maybe more so. She sometimes now wore one of Dad's shirts and a pair of panties, a look I really love. Sometimes she left her very sheer short nightgown on. Which showed her panties and bra through it.

Her mini skirts barely covered her ass, and if she didn't cross her legs when sitting, left her panties on view. It seemed like she made up opportunities to bend over so her skirt would hike up and show her ass. Some of her shirts were loose fitting and, with a couple of top buttons left undone, when she leaned over facing me, showed her tits very nicely with no bra.

I knew she was doing these things on purpose. To tease me. And to satisfy her need for attention. But, hey, I ain't complaining. I thoroughly enjoy it.

I knew this wasn't all for me. She always dressed this way and acted this way. Around Dad, also. And he did a lot of the same things I did. Touching, feeling, caressing, fondling her tits and ass. She was an attention seeker and had 2 willing men to give it to her.

CHAPTER 6

I got up one morning around 10 AM after working until midnight. I went to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast. As I sat and ate I heard the front door open and close. I called out hello. Tonya said hello and went upstairs. I went to shower and dress after my breakfast.

When I finished showering and dressing I went back downstairs. Tonya was working out. I sat and talked with her while she worked out. She said she had missed the gym this morning because a friend needed to talk. She had on white yoga pants and a black halter top. Her hair was in a ponytail. It was pretty sexy watching her put her body through her routine. When she did her sit-ups she asked if I would hold her feet. Of course, I agreed to.

She did 50 sit-ups, and I had a nice view of her cameltoe. After that, she did push-ups. Then jumping jacks, which bounced around her tits quite nicely. All in all, I enjoyed the show. When she was done she flopped down on the couch beside me breathing hard, and sweating. She kept squirming around and trying to get comfortable. I asked if she was okay. She said she had a crick in her back. Must have pulled something while working out. I offered to give her a back rub, and she said, "That would be awesome. You sure you don't mind?"

"Not at all. Lay down on the couch." I started rubbing her back. And working the muscles. I'm not a massage therapist or anything but she said it felt good and was helping. She asked me to work the muscles a little harder. I rubbed harder and squeezed the muscles of her back. She sighed and said, "Oh yeah. That's it. That feels nice."

I massaged, rubbed, and manipulated her back muscles. Down to her waist and up to her neck. She complimented me on my skills. I moved my hands to her sides a little, and she said that felt good, also. I know it did to me. As I worked I put my hands under her top to massage her better. She continued sighing and moaning, so I assumed I was doing good. I pushed her top up and she raised up a little so it went over her breasts. It was now in her armpits.

I was now massaging her bare back, and I was getting a little excited. I let my hands stray around her sides and rub the sides of her tits a little, being careful not to rub enough to make her tell me to stop. I went to work on her shoulders. Then I took her right arm and lifted it above her head and worked the upper arm and shoulder muscles. I laid it on the arm of the couch above her head and did the same with her left arm. I took her shirt in my hands and started pulling it over her head and up off her arms. She stopped me and said, "What are you doing?"

"Just getting this out of the way. Doesn't it feel better on bare skin?"

"Yeah. I guess it does. But I don't know if you should do that."

"Just relax. Does your back feel better now?"

"Yeah, it does."

"Do you want to stop, or massage some more?"

"More would be good. It DOES feel really good."

"Okay. Lay back down and be still." She did and I pulled her shirt the rest of the way off. I resumed the massage. Working the muscles hard at times, and lightly rubbing at times. And letting my hands go to her side boob at times. I started working the lower back muscles, just above her yoga pants waistband. Then I dropped to her calves. "Does this feel good?"

"Oh yeah. That's nice." I rubbed her calves one at a time for a few minutes each. Then I moved up to the backs of her thighs, and squeezed and massaged the muscles there.

"How's that?" I asked.

"Heavenly." I thought so, too. I was staring at her ass in those tight yoga pants as I rubbed her thighs. While I was massaging her right thigh I put my other hand on her right ass cheek and started massaging it, also.

"It's important to not miss the glutes when doing a massage, I hear", I told her.

"They may be right. It does feel good." Since she was okay with it I started massaging both ass cheeks. I worked them a little bit, then back down the thighs, down to the calves. I even massaged her pretty feet a little. Then I went back up to her back. She seemed totally relaxed and enjoying it.

"You can stop any time you want. I feel much better now. Not that I want you to stop. It feels wonderful. Only if you want to. You know, if you're bored or your hands are tired, or anything."

"I'm fine. I don't mind continuing. If you like it I'll do it all day."

"You're sweet."

I worked her back and sides some, then her glutes, her thighs, and her calves. Working downwards. When I got to her feet I lifted one and kissed it. Then massaged it. I put it down and lifted the other one. I kissed it, also. And I sucked her toes into my mouth. She giggled and moaned. I worked my way back up her legs. I rubbed her back some more. Then, while I was doing the lower back muscles, I gently worked one of my hands under the waistband of her pants. When she didn't go ballistic I slid it in further to massage her glutes.

She seemed totally relaxed. I wondered if she was asleep. I worked my other hand into the back of her pants and was squeezing both ass cheeks through her panties. She squirmed a little and sighed. I withdrew my hands and worked her back muscles a little more. One of my hands went around her side and slid under just enough to quickly grasp a tit.

As I got to her lower back again I grasped the waistband of her pants and pulled them down very slightly. Just enough to work the lowest lower back muscles. And see the waistband of her panties. When I slid my hands in to work the glutes some more the pants slid down a little more. I withdrew my hands and grasped the waistband of her pants and pulled them over her ass. She helped by raising her pelvis. I don't think she even realized what was happening. It felt good and she was going with it.

I got her pants to her knees. I looked at her panty clad ass. Her panties were white, sheer, and lacy. See-through. My dick was as hard as a rock by now. I tentatively reached out and touched her ass. Squeezed her cheeks. I rubbed the backs of her upper thighs, and her ass. When I let my hand slide down between her legs towards her pussy she realized what was happening and jumped up. She pulled her pants up as she ran upstairs.

She didn't come down for a while. When she finally did she sat in a chair across from me. Dressed in jeans and a button-up blouse. Fully covered. She said, "Brian. We've got to talk. I've obviously given you the impression that it's okay for you to do anything you want. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let things go as far as they did. As I said I enjoyed the attention. But it has to stop. Now. No more. I got wrapped up in the physical feelings when you were massaging me and didn't even realize how far it had gotten. I'm sorry for leading you on."