The day was too beautiful to waste any more of it at work so I told the boss so long and was out the door just before noon. I was feeling kind of horny and wanted to get home to maybe try to have sex with my hot blonde wife because for the past few months, sex between us had been nonexistent. It's not that we hadn't tried, it's just that I couldn't.
You see, we were role-playing a rape fantasy a few weeks prior, 9 weeks actually and as I was aggressively attempting to catch my wife to "rape" her, she accidently kicked me in the scrotum. The very hard blow and those extremely sexy spiked heels did the trick. Needless to say, Sex didn't happen that night and hasn't happened since then either, I was impotent. The doctor said I had a slight rupture which should clear up on its own but to be patient as the length of time it could be was unknown and also to refrain from any more stress because further trauma might result in it becoming a permanent condition.
Being a 31 year old with erection issues was scary. The doctor also told me that in order to relieve some of the discomfort from the pressure building in my testicles, I should masturbate when needed. I asked how that could be done and he said to work the flaccid shaft with my fingers until orgasm.
Anytime I felt the pressure becoming too much, I did as instructed. It wasn't as much fun but it did the trick. Lynn laughed at me because I was doing it sometimes as often as 3 or 4 times per day, even at work. When time allowed, she would let me lick her pussy as I pulled on my limp shaft and after her orgasm, I would crawl between her legs and squeeze my meager offering onto her shaved vagina while she teased me about having a small, soft, baby penis. Sometimes she made me watch as she worked one of her big dildo's into her hairless pussy. I knew it was tough on my 28 year old sex pot wife to go without and her frustration was evident.
On my way home, the pressure was building and my testicles felt like they were going to explode. I sure was hoping that today would be the day. We've had so many failed attempts at actual penetration in the past months that I was very self-conscious. I was experiencing some healing because I was a little more firmer than before and even managed to roll on a condom but just two nights ago I had again failed miserably, not hard enough for penetration. We both attempted several times to insert my little pee-pee into her orally slickened vagina but it was of no use, I was just too soft. So, with the frustration building, I pulled off the loose rubber and wildly masturbated my useless penis while she fucked herself underneath me.
This was all on my mind as I entered the front door. I expected my hot blonde wife to come and see who it was but she never showed. I searched the living room and kitchen but no one was there. Upon entering our bedroom, I noticed her white spiked heels setting on the floor beside the bed, and in close proximity was a discarded pair of white lacy thong panties. On the bed was two white sissy socks with white lace around the top edge which were hap-hazardly tossed over her cream colored strapless sundress. She must have went shopping today I thought?
I gently picked up the discarded panties, rubbing the lacy garment between my fingers while imagining my hot blonde wife strutting through the mall in her sexy attire. I'd hoped that she had purchased something sexy because I like for her to show off. I'm sure she likes it as well.
The discomfort in my swelling testicles was increasing rapidly and if I didn't find my bride soon, I would have to masturbate to relieve my pain. There was no sign of her in the house, just discarded clothing so I unzipped and dropped my pants and sure enough, my pee-pee was sticking out slightly, although still a little floppy. Where is she I moaned, it's a good chance and I'd hate to waste it.
I thought I'd heard a noise, an impish giggle actually, and peeked through the blinds into my backyard pool area. What I saw shocked me! Straddling the lounge chair was our next door neighbors son Greg. Setting in the same fashion and between his muscular legs was my hot blonde wife. She was wearing her tiny black bikini, the one I'd ordered her from a foreign web site. Made of faux leather, It had a small strapless top that could barely hold her big boobs and the Brazilian cut bottom was equally as tiny. In fact, most of her tight little butt was hanging out and the whisper of material that covered the front barely protected her shaved pussy. She was dressed to flirt what with the 5 inch platform heels and large gold hoop earrings. Her blonde mane was also in a sexy ponytail which left much her long slender neck exposed.
Lynn was laying back on Greg who in turn was massaging oil onto her exposed flat belly. Her head was resting on his broad shoulder and defined chest while she looked dreamily up into his eyes. To me, it looked like two lovers embracing and I was shocked at how cute they looked as a couple. What they were talking about was anybody's guess. I couldn't hear through the window, but it must have been funny because the hot blonde was giggling and squirming in his arms.
Lynn was kind of helping him with the oil, her dainty manicured hands atop his arms as he pushed the pool of slick oil over and around her taught abdomen from just under her breasts to the tiny bikini panty. The railing on the deck was blocking my damn view so I had to assume that he had stooped there.
Lynn put both arms up and wrapped them around his neck. Then, doing a crunch type of move, I saw the top of her knees come into view. Her knees separated a little and disappeared again behind the railing. I could visualize the spiked heels she had on digging into the vinyl cushion the couple was setting on. Greg had to have a great view because from his position, he could look right down over her tiny body past the swell of her rather sizable tits and into the "V" of her wide spread legs. The bikini isn't lined inside and neither was the panty. I'm sure that the tight fit over her smooth pussy shows the camel-toe from her pussy lips. She knew what she was doing.
She leaned even harder into Greg and the said something. He lean down so she could whisper right into his ear and as a smile spread on his face as she twisted a little to his left. Holding onto his neck with only her right hand, her left dropped out of view, she squirmed and twisted slipping her head from his chest into the crux of his bicep. Now the she was stretched out like a naughty kitten getting its belly rubbed, Greg produced the bottle of oil.
He picked the spot just below her neck and started squeezing. She smiled as the oil splashed all over but eventually, the oil pooled a little and started flowing downward. It ran swiftly between the valley of her tits continuing across her belly onto the bikini panty and puddled on the vinyl cushion under her pussy. More giggling and squirming was induced but he just kept pouring and squeezing all the while the puddle between her legs was getting bigger and bigger.
After half the bottle was dispersed, he started pouring it over the exposed swell of flesh on each breast. Satisfied that she was drenched, he started spreading it around with both hands. He massaged it up her neck first then started down toward her tits. I was so shocked that she was allowing this. I know that she's a tease but I never expected it. Of course her being denied sex for so long now may be what is contributing to this.
She repositioned her head back onto his shoulder and was cooing into his ear as he worked the slick oil. His large strong hands massaged the oil over the mound of each breast and into the valley between them while she tickled his neck with her fingernails and chewed sexily on her bottom lip. He was carefully tracing the edge of the bikini top and I knew that with one little slip and all the oil, his fingers would be inside and tweaking her stiff nipples.
She pushed her chest up inviting him to do just that but he didn't take the bait. What he did do was to cover both breasts with his large hands and squeeze briefly then continue on down to her belly. The top of her bikini was now shiny and soaked in the oil, I guess the bottoms were as well.
Still squirming slightly and tickling the bulging veins in his neck, she extended her right leg and lifted it straight into the air. All of the sudden, she nuzzled her nose into his neck and bit sharply on her lip then looked up into his eye's, she lightly but quickly, kissed his chin. I assume that he had dipped his hand between her legs into the pool of oil. I wonder if he took a second or so to caress her barely protected pussy.
She giggled again as he reached up and started smearing a hand full of oil onto her high heel adorned foot. She squirmed and giggled uncontrollably as he worked the oil with his long fingers in and around her exposed toes and the arch of her foot tickling her severely. He continued to slowly work downward only stopping to spread the oil around the strap that held her high heel tightly to her dainty ankle.
She quickly dropped that foot down stabbing the sharp heel into the cushion as she raised the other leg for the same treatment. I was wondering where his other hand was? Was he rubbing more of the oil onto her slick tummy or was he fingering my wife? I don't know because I couldn't see that far down.
The same treatment was applied to her other foot and ankle except that he toyed with her tiny ankle bracelet that she seems to wear all the time now. Dropping that leg and foot back down, she adjusted her position once again. She squirmed back into the middle of his large chest and spread open once again. She really became animated when he got to the inside of her thighs. Damn deck railing! She reached back and held his neck as he went to work. Her oil slickened body squirmed wildly against him as he worked his magic. He had to be petting her pussy by the way she was squirming and twisting.
Suddenly, both turned around quickly looking in the direction of Greg's house. His mom must have called to him, he was probably going to be late for football practice. Lynn quickly leaned upright allowing Greg to rise and the large patch of oil that had soaked into his blue jean shorts displayed the very prominent bulge of his large young cock. He said goodbye to my wife and quickly departed the pool area.
At this time, I figured that my bride would be coming into the house so I quickly stepped back from the window and zipped up my pants. While the love scene was going on, I was absentmindedly rubbing my limp penis with my wife's lacy panties which now had dribbles of my cum on them and fear of being caught by her took over. I could hear the click clack of her heels as she approached the house getting closer and closer so I bolted for the door. I was closing the front door as she was entering at the back.
Here I was, afraid of being caught by my sexy blonde wife that had been teasing our neighbors young son. Why did that scare me, she's the one who was being naughty. Anyway, I drove to the high school and parked in the back corner of the lot to wait for a while and think things over. I also wanted to see the young stud that had basically been trying to seduce my hot little sex starved wife. The young man finally arrived and I watched as he hurriedly exited his moms car and then head for the locker room.
I remember that it was just a couple of years ago that he and his mom Michelle, moved in. Greg was a tall but gangly, scrawny 14 year old that weighed maybe 115 pounds. Now, the young boy had grown into a man. He was an excellent athlete and in fact was a starting tailback his sophomore year. Now he was again a starter and was the owner of the most yardage gained in a season in high school as well as a top ten state ranked linebacker for tackles made. He was a stud. A huge upper body and powerful legs. Colleges were probably already looking at him this year. I can see why my wife was!
