This story involves a wife who strays if you do not like these stories do not read it.
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At fifty years of age, I was married, had two grown up kids, a beautiful home, and a loving husband Ian, who provided for my every wish. Yet here I was being fucked senseless by a youth almost half my age, not only that but I loved it, the sex, the excitement, fearing the possibility of being caught, yet I couldn't stop myself.
Ian, my husband and I had built a successful family construction company, and we had just moved into the international market. This in itself created the problem I now found myself in. Ian had been informed that our host's home would provide our accommodation whilst visiting our newly acquired business contact in Detroit, America. He had called Ian, and spoken to him many times and even asked if I, his wife would like to join him, as a sort of holiday whilst He and Ian spent time going over things. Despite my trepidation initially, we had willingly agreed, and once everything had been sorted for our time away, we set off to the airport.
I had to agree that it was exciting to be visiting Detroit, in America, when we arrived; we were not only filled with excitement but also apprehension as to what to expect. We were greeted by a large coloured guy who introduced himself as Trey, informed us that he was our host and contact for this visit. I felt my legs go weak, this guy was extremely good looking, well built and carried himself extremely well, just seeming to ooze sex appeal. I had to shake myself from my daydream as Ian introduced me to Trey, "This is Lucy, my wife Trey."
"Pleased to meet you Trey," I replied, shaking him by his huge hand.
I almost stammered getting the words out, only managing to save my blushes by pretending to stumble and grabbing my husband, Ian's arm. Trey had automatically grabbed my arm as well.
"Careful, Mrs Thomson!" said Trey.
"Ooops so sorry I'm fine honest just a stumble!" as I pulled myself together.
The journey back to Trey's home was filled with the two men talking business, so I had time to look around and enjoy the journey in Trey's air conditioned extremely large 4x4, from the airport. My concentration was broken when Trey spoke to me, "Mrs...Sorry Lucy, I hope you don't mind but my son is home from college, he is staying with me at the moment. He has however offered to take you to see the sights. Is that okay with you guys?" the latter part being directed at both Ian and myself.
"Sounds great Trey, I am sure that will work out just fine. What's his name?"
"It's Trey Junior or TJ as most everyone calls him that"
"Okay by me, TJ sounds just fine." My mind already starting to wonder, if he was as well built and constructed as his father. I need not have worried I wasn't to be disappointed. My mind was working overtime at first sight of Trey's son. Nineteen years of age and an Adonis, his sculpted body greeted us at the door with a smile that would melt even the hardest ice maiden. Once we had been shown our room, I made the excuse I wanted to shower and freshen up, one cold almost freezing shower later I was sat outside in the sun, drinking a chilled wine, watching the three guys cook up a meal on the outside barbeque. This was the life I thought, thinking of the wet and windy weather we were used to back home.
Lying out here on the lounger wearing my white boob tube, along with my shorts. TJ, she had noticed, was wearing a t-shirt now, and his knee length shorts, at times she noticed him giving her long glances. On those occasions she noticed his shorts bulge and the he had to adjust himself. At fifty she smiled to herself, thinking that as flattering, that the lad would even look at her, far less get aroused. In all the years of marriage I had never once strayed from my marriage to Ian, and frankly I had no wish to do so now. However it was fun to tease the young lad, all the same. I turned and twisted on the lounger allowing my legs to open and close or my breasts to fill out whenever he was looking.
Eventually TJ made his excuses and disappeared inside. I grinned to myself, thinking; now I wonder where he is away to. TJ appeared some time later with clean shorts on and I knew then. The lad had been away releasing his pent up sexual frustration. When he looked over I smiled and gave a knowing nod of my head. TJ's face visibly brightened and he busied himself helping the other two guys.
The rest of the day was one of sunning myself, as Trey, my Husband and TJ took a ride out to one of the sites. I was left to myself and I just laid back and let the sun do its work. Every now and then I would rub sun cream in and once or twice I helped myself to another drink from the bottle in the fridge. As the day passed I took a wander throughout the house, we had already had a tour but I wanted to see it by myself. It was a lovely home, all wood panelling, glass, stainless steel and hardwood flooring.
There were six bedrooms, all with en-suite. A huge lounge area, with the biggest TV I had ever seen, a large dining room two bathrooms, huge kitchen with breakfast bar, double garage and a huge basement which is where TJ had his accommodation. He didn't even have to come into the house to enter or leave there was a set of patio doors that led out onto the pool area. The doors had dark tinted one way glass in them, Trey had put it in so no-one could look in from the secluded lower access point and break in without at least wondering if someone was in there.