My name is B and I recently shared my story about how I strayed from my husband John for the first time after ten years of marriage. John works away from home, sometimes for weeks at a time and during this time I get very lonely. In my last story I explained how after a chance meeting at a cafe I ended up giving into my urges and had spontaneous sex with a man I had only just met. After this experience I had very mixed feelings and decided that it would be for the best if I kept my husband in the dark and pray he never finds out. I know it sounds a cliché but I love my husband and don't wont to throw my years of marriage away. The temptation however never left me, particularly when I kept receiving messages from Ben the man from the cafe asking if my husband was away. I contacted him and convinced him to stop messaging me, telling him it was a one off mistake. I could only hope he would be as good as his word and not contact me again.
Two months passed and my husband didn't suspect anything, or at least never shared any suspicions with me. I felt somewhat glad to be back to my old boring routine but at the same time I felt like my eyes had been opened to what I missed out on by marrying so young. I decided the best thing I could do was take my mind off it and decided redecorating our home would keep me occupied. Later that day I returned from the shops with a car full or paint and wallpaper samples. As I struggled up the driveway with my arms full, our new neighbours rushed over to help me. I had not met them before but they were a lovely couple and I invited them in for a cup of tea and a chat. They were in their mid 40's and very pleasant. I explained that I was going to redecorate the house over the next few months and that John was not often about because of his work. They offered their help anytime I needed, but also told me that their son had just finished college and had a couple of months before starting university if I needed a cheap labourer. I told them that I would let them know but thought to myself having a young man in the house was not what I needed right now.
The following day I threw myself into painting, I covered all my furniture and lay down dust sheets. I began by painting the ceiling white as I could not make a decision on the colour for the walls yet. I climbed my step ladder and began painting, I had not done very much decorating before but underestimated how messy it would be and gradually covered my hair and clothes in paint. After about half an hour the door bell rang. I climbed down from my ladder and answered the door. It was a young man who introduced himself as Paul the neighbours son, they had asked him to pop over and offer to help me. He was clearly a very shy young man but could not help but notice he was also quite attractive. I tried to tell him I was managing on my own but the fact I now had white paint in my ear was rather undermining that. He told me if I changed my mind he would be at his parents house for the next couple of months. Out of curiosity I asked if he would not be out enjoying himself with his friends before university but he seemed rather embarrassed and just said they were busy a lot.
I finished painting the ceiling but thought to myself that it was going to take me months and I have no idea how to hang wall paper by myself. I began to think that some help might be a good idea, plus I felt bad for Paul because it was obvious that he was very shy and probably didn't have many friends to hang out with. I phoned his parents and told them that if he was free for a couple of hours I would happily pay him for his time. They told me they would send him over first thing to help and thanked me for getting him out of the house. It would appear my thoughts were right and that he struggled making friends at college but university would be a fresh start for him. My thoughts then turned to what colour I was going to paint the walls as we were going to need paint for the morning.
True to their word Paul turned up a nine the next morning ready to help. I gave him a paintbrush and paint and told him to have fun. It became very clear that he was shy and was not very talkative but I kept asking him about college and university in the hope it would make him feel more at ease. He relaxed a little but it wasn't until I stood in a roller tray full of paint it fully broke the ice and after a lot of laughing and cleaning the conversation started to flow a bit more naturally. Later that day I made him some lunch and we sat back and admired our handiwork. I thanked him for all of his help and gave him some money for what he had done and to my amazement he offered to come back tomorrow and help again. I immediately said yes and thought of the look on Johns face when he sees how much progress I had made.
Paul was at the door bright and early again and we made more great progress painting. It was great to have his help moving all of the furniture, but I couldn't help but think that there was something on his mind. He was still not very talkative but thought he would open up during the day. I continued the small talk with Paul but it wasn't until I was rehanging a mirror that I realised he was staring at me. I turned round to make sure he was alright but he quickly turned and continue painting the skirting board. Standing back and looking at the mirror I realised why he was staring at me. I had just thrown on and old t-shirt and jeans that I didn't mind getting covered in paint but totally forgot to put a bra on. I have rather large breasts and in a flimsy white cotton t-shirt I was not leaving much to the imagination. I felt so embarrassed but at the same time I could not run upstairs to the bedroom and put a bra on without him noticing and therefore know I saw him staring.
We continued painting in silence for a while but I could not help notice my breasts had certainly got his attention, he would glance over at them at every opportunity he got. At first I thought of him as a young boy I was helping but seeing him glancing at my breasts got me a little turned on, I couldn't help it. It was approaching lunch time and I thought I would take the opportunity to leave the room and make some lunch for the two of us. As we sat at the kitchen table opposite each other it was very clear he was fixated by my breasts. We continued to make small talk but he could not help glancing at me when he thought that I was not looking. I hated myself because it was starting to turn me on, a young man who I never imagined would look twice at me was paying my body so much attention. I thanked him once more for all of his help and once again he asked to come and help again the following day. I couldn't say no so agreed and said goodbye. I closed the door and went and stood in front of the mirror once more. Not only was it very obvious that I was not wearing a bra, my nipples had become very erect by the thought of a young man looking at my body.
I went upstairs to get out of my clothes, being careful not to spread fresh paint through the house. I stripped out of my clothes and put my robe on and thought about having a shower to wash the paint out of my hair once more. As I walked towards the bathroom I glanced out the window and saw Paul in his parents back garden mowing the grass. I still couldn't believe a young man of his age would look twice at a woman like me but I could not help but smile. As I watched him through the window my mind began to wonder and my robe slowly slipped open and I leant back against the wall. As I watched Paul going up and down the lawn my hand slipped between my legs to find a very wet pussy in need of some attention. I closed my eyes and began to fantasise about him and what he might look like out of his clothes. Dipping my fingers into my soaked pussy I imagined him taking control and tearing off my shirt revealing my breasts and forcing me to do whatever he wanted. I brought myself to climax in no time at all, glancing out the window once more Paul had finished his chores and returned inside.
