Robert Jansen waved his guests off on the doorstep as he continued to smile in response to their laughed and, slightly inebriated, goodbyes. He was always the genial host. He closed the door with a fatigue-laden sigh and glanced at his writs watch. The dial told him that it was nearly a quarter past midnight. He rubbed his eyes with the backs of each hand and crossed back to the lounge, yawning deeply.
It had been a good party – quite small and select, but successful. The dozen or so guests had all remarked on the good time they'd had and, as Jansen flopped down onto the sofa and drained his wine glass, he was satisfied that his reputation within the local community still held firm.
Of course, the one extra guest had thrown him and his wife Clara a little. David and Sheila Newbold had been on the point of cancelling earlier. Their Son, Anthony, had descended on them in a surprise return from university earlier that day.
"Don't worry about it!" Jansen had explained to his friend on the telephone, "bring him along too!"
In retrospect, Jansen wasn't sure how good an idea inviting Tony had been. The twenty year old had developed into a good-looking young man with a personality to match. His manner had been easy and friendly and it had been clear that the lad had been a big hit with most of the female guests. Jansen smiled to himself as he recalled the deathly look that Phil Davis had given Tony as the young man expertly twirled Phil's wife Mary around the makeshift dance floor. But Mary had by no means been the sole recipient of Tony's interest. In fact, as usual, Tony's attention had been fixed on Clara.
Fortunately, Robert Jansen wasn't a jealous man and actually enjoyed showing off his attractive blonde wife – it always gave him a thrill to know that other men found her as sexy as he did. He knew that Tony Newbold was attracted to her; he always had been. Jansen chuckled to himself as he remembered how, as a teenager, Tony would lose no opportunity to see or get close to Clara. It had been quite cute really, the way the youngster would moon about after her; following her around as she completed her daily chores and trying to find something – anything – to say to instigate a conversation with her. Robert Jansen guessed that his wife had also been the focus of many a teenage masturbation session!
Robert looked over at the half finished wine bottle on the table and contemplated another drink. He frowned. It was late and his head already felt quite fuzzy. Besides, he thought, if he didn't go and help Clara in the utility kitchen downstairs there would be hell to pay!
The voices from the kitchen drifted up to Robert as he silently padded down the stairs and stopped him dead in his tracks.
"No!" Clara giggled, "Bob might hear us. He's only just upstairs!"
"He's had a lot to drink. Maybe he fell asleep?"
Jansen listened. The second voice belonged to Tony Newbold. Now he thought about it, he remembered that the young man hadn't left with his parents. He'd explained that he was going to help with the clearing-up process. Robert had gestured this generous offer away with a dismissive wave of his hand, but Tony had been adamant. From what Jansen could hear now, it seemed that clearing up was not the only thing on Tony's mind!
Robert swallowed hard and crept closer to the slightly open kitchen door. He peered through carefully. Tony was sitting on the counter, his jean-clad legs swinging as Clara busied herself at the sink.
"You know I've always liked you Mrs. J, and I've grown up a lot since you last saw me."
"Oh Tony, I'm flattered, honestly. But you're only twenty and I'm…well…older! Wouldn't you prefer a nice lady your own age? You know, some girl to settle down with?"
Jansen continued to listen and watch through the crack in the door. He smiled. This was starting to get interesting!
"I'm not ready to be settling down yet," Tony continued as he edged himself along the counter neared towards Clara, "and a "nice" girl is the furthest thing from my mind right now – see?"
Jansen's eyes bulged with surprise as the young man took Clara's hand and placed it directly on the crotch of his jeans. He saw Clara whirl around quickly and pull her hand away – but not very swiftly, he noted. Her fingers just seemed to linger a little longer than perhaps they should have.
"Tony!" Clara said in mock anger. "Bob might come down at any moment. How would it look if he saw me squeezing your cock?"
Tony shuffled himself forward and slid off the counter, sidling up behind Clara. Jansen watched as his hand stroked gently up the back of her leg and then rested on her behind.
Jansen watched fascinated as the young man pressed his body up against Clara. His head dropped, lips nuzzling into her neck and pecking gently at the skin.
"Sure you want me to stop now?"
"Oh, Tony!" Clara gasped, she was aware that her fingers were trembling and put down the dish she was washing. "But Bob…He might come down…He might…."
"I told you. He's asleep. We're alone together."
Jansen could see the obvious bulge in the front of Tony's jeans and realised that he was in a highly excited state. He guessed he would have said anything to get into Clara's panties!
"Really?" Clara asked. Her voice was a harsh whisper.
"We'll be fine. Honestly. I know you want me Clara. And I want you so much!"
Things started to happen quickly then. Tony's hands moved to Clara's hips and turned her around to face him. Jansen looked on as, for a brief moment, the two simply stared at each other. Then, quickly, their lips met in a passionate embrace. Tony's hands roamed Clara's body feverishly plucking at the buttons on her white blouse until the garment lay open and exposed her naked breasts. He pulled back from the embrace and began to kiss down her body; planting light but excited pecks on her swan-like neck and smooth shoulders. And then he was at her breast. His lips plucked urgently at the already stiffened nipples while his hands lifted and massaged the heavy orbs.
Jansen heard his wife gasp and saw her head roll back as she pulled her lovers head to her chest.
But Tony was again traversing her body downwards. Lower he kissed. Her stomach, her navel; swirling his tongue deliciously into the small indent. His fingers fumbled with the belt and zipper of her jeans until he had them open and was kissing just above the waistband of her bikini panties.
Tony's teeth gripped the thin fabric of the briefs and Jansen could hear him breathing hard as he fought to pull the jeans over the swell of her buttocks and tug them down her legs.
"Oh God, Tony!" Clara gasped. "I want you! I NEED you!"
Jansen looked on as the young man, spurred on by Clara's clear approval, pulled her jeans off and virtually ripped the panties in his haste for them to follow. Clara's pussy was, as usual, completely shaved and he heard the kneeling Tony groan as he buried his face into the soft folds of her sex lips.
Tony's exclamation of lust was quickly followed by a deep groan from Clara as she steadied herself against the counter and spread her legs open allowing her young lover clear and unrestricted access to her most private of areas.
