Alisha Fawkes drove home frustrated. She had been planning on attending her weekly aerobics workout, as she did every Tuesday afternoon, but there had been a blackout at the gym, and all classes had been cancelled. As she stopped at a red light, she fixed her blond hair in the mirror, brushing it out of her eyes. Alisha liked to get at least four hours of exercise in every week, and since her husband James had been reticent in the bedroom recently, all she had left for exercise, and to burn off her excess sexual energy, was aerobics classes twice a week.
Not that she needed to be vigilant about exercise. She had been blessed with a good body, tall and slender, and naturally muscular. Her long blond hair flowed below her shoulders, just wavy enough that she could play with it without being so irritating that it tangled. Her stomach remained flat, and her body taut, from her exercise, even though she did have to special order sports bras to support her 36D breasts during her workouts.
It was probably her naturally nice body that had gotten her into trouble so early in life. She had developed early, and been sexually active as a sophomore in high school. Everyone talked about how morals had decayed in modern America, but she was living proof that twenty years earlier it had been just the same. She had met her husband, James, her junior year in high school, and fallen madly and instantly in love with him. He had been dating her older sister Betty at the time, the two going to the same college, but Alisha had known that it wouldn't last between them. A year later, they had broken up, and Alisha had moved in for the kill.
After a whirlwind romance, the two had been married a year to the day after their first date. Within a month, Alisha had been carrying James' son, William. She had never regretted getting married young, or being a young mother. She was actually quite proud that the neighbors' sons had obvious crushes on her, and she would frequently allow herself to be seen in revealing clothing, tight shorts and low cut shirts that would outline her voluptuous body to titillate the young men.
She knew for a fact that the Fawkes' exchange student, Harry Lee, had developed a crush on her. The boy would constantly stare at her, especially when he thought she wasn't looking, and she would sometimes go out of her way to bend over the table at dinner to flash him a view of her cleavage. She figured she would be giving the boy fantasies to take back home with him, perhaps even to tell his Chinese friends about the busty women in America.
Smiling to herself at the thought of poor Harry masturbating while thinking about his host mother, she pulled into the driveway of her house, parking her car next to the garage. She fished in her purse for her keys, climbed out of her SUV, and entered through the back door. Her maid, Carmen, would probably be watching TV in the living room, and she didn't want to disturb the young woman. Carmen did an excellent job keeping the Fawkes large house clean, and Alisha didn't mind her taking the occasional hour off to relax.
Carmen wasn't in the living room, although the television was on. Alisha went to the kitchen to get a drink of water, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV on the way there. In the kitchen, she paused, catching a faint sound which had been covered up by the television before. She cocked her head, and could barely make out the sound of a woman, either shouting or speaking loudly, muffled and coming from the basement.
She grabbed her cell phone from her purse in one hand, her pepper spray in the other, she wasn't stupid, and went to investigate. The basement had been converted into a weight and game room for her son, with an open staircase that led onto the lower floor. After Harry had moved in, they had also installed a mirror along the wall facing the stairs, so that he could practice and teach Billy some martial arts. As Alisha crept down the stairs, she realized that the muffled sounds were coming from Carmen, who was straddling the weight bench with her head thrown back.
This would not have been so shocking, except that she was naked, and lying on his back on the weight bench was Harry Lee, their exchange student. Carmen was grinding her hips against Harry's, and her muffled cries of "Mas! Mas! Don't stop!" were what Alisha had heard upstairs. Alisha froze as she watched the two go at it, Carmen's long black hair bounced up and down her back as she tossed her head in ecstacy. With the mirror behind the two, Alisha has a full view of sexual act being played in her basement, and she watched as Harry's hands reached up and grabbed Carmen's large breasts (although not as large as her own, Alisha noticed, but just as perky), playing with them as she rode him.
