Hazel and I decided to take on a foreign exchange student for a week, after seeing an advertisement in our local paper. We tidied up the spare room and made arrangements with our local University. On the prearranged date Marc arrived from Germany. He was 18, blond haired, and very good-looking, Hazel said. We got him settled in quite quickly and Hazel spent the week entertaining him, taking him on shopping trips etc, while I went to work. They were getting on very well.
Marc spoke very good English and Hazel was mothering him. Hazel is 41 and of medium/curvy build with dark brown curly hair. She has a wonderful pair of tits and her skin is smooth and white.
One day Marc opened the bathroom door, which Hazel had accidentally left unlocked as she was getting a shower. He apologised, she told me later, but before he had closed the door again he had got a good eyeful of her fleshy naked body, big tits, hairy fanny, the lot. She said he'd been very sheepish afterwards.
The next day it was Hazel's turn for a show. She'd made Marc a cup of tea while I was getting dressed for work, taking it up to his room. She'd thought he was sleeping but when she'd opened the door she nearly dropped the cup! Marc was lying naked on the bed, eyes shut, masturbating a very thick circumcised cock. He opened his eyes as Hazel stepped into the room, and groaned aloud, in both surprise and pleasure. "No!" he gasped, and his eyes glazed over. A fountain of white sticky spunk gushed from his pulsating knob, flying up into the air and landing on his hairless chest and belly. Hazel stood transfixed as young Marc came, his hips bucking as he spurted his sperm over himself. He was staring into Hazel's eyes all the way through his climax. When he had finished his orgasm, Hazel calmly walked into theroom, set down his cup, and marched out again.
Downstairs she told me what had happened and admitted she'd felt strangely excited at the sight of a muscular young lad wanking himself and getting off whilst staring at her.
Marc came downstairs later and apologised to both of us. He said "I am not having a girlfriend and when I see Hazel bare-skinned in shower yesterday I get very excited. Hard. You know." He glanced downwards. I need to make climax.....orgasm. I full of sex...spunk you call it? It make me uncomfortable and frustrated, so I am thinking of Hazel bare-skinned naked in the shower and release all spunk from me. Feel very good. Sorry."
"It's okay." Hazel said, red faced, "I don't mind."
Didn't mind!!! She was obviously loving the idea that Marc had been wanking over her. 41 years old, yet she could still spark a young guy's sexual flame. That night she was all over me in bed. After a good long sex session, we lay cuddling in post-orgasm. We'd been very noisy and I'm sure Marc had heard us.
"I wonder what Marc's doing now? Hazel whispered as I stroked her fleshy belly and toyed with her soft breasts.
"Why do you ask?" I exclaimed. "He's probably doing what he was doing this morning when you caught him."
"Hmmm" she sighed.
"He's really got you going hasn't he"
Hazel smiled at me and nodded slowly. "He was very...big...you know."
"Do you want him to fuck you?"
She looked at me in surprise. "You would let me sleep with another man?"
"Only if I was there." I felt an excited knot growing in my stomach. I kissed her softly. "He goes home the day after tomorrow. Why don't we have a goodbye drink? A little party. You could put on something daring. I'll buy you something tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll get some booze at the shops." Was all she said.
The next day I left work early and went shopping. I settled on a white Grecian-style halter-neck dress. Very short, backless with a plunging neckline and pleated skirt. Hazel had bought a bottle of vodka for herself and a slab of beer for Marc and me. She'd already told Marc we were going to have a goodbye drink, and he'd been all for it.
When I showed Hazel the dress she nearly bottled out. "I can't wear that, she complained. My titties will be flopping about all over the place."
"That's the idea." I smiled. Eventually she agreed to wear it. I went downstairs and cracked a couple of cans. Marc and I listened to some music and chatted for a while, waiting for Hazel to come down. She was an age, but eventually we heard footsteps on the stairs.
Hazel appeared in the dress. The pleated skirt part barely covered her knickers, and her deep cleavage was exposed along with her big white thighs. She had made her face up and her curly hair spilled over her bare shoulders. She watched us both staring intently at her. "Well, do you like it?"
"Wow!!!" I exclaimed, whistling.
"It is very lovely. Very very sexy" said Marc. I could see his trousers beginning to bulge as he stared at my teasingly dressed wife.
Hazel sat between us on the sofa, stretching her legs out. She was wearing white high-heeled sandals to complete the Greek goddess look. Marc was staring at her bare legs. She took deep draughts from her glass and kept trying vainly to pull the flimsy hem of her dress down. She tried to pull the neckline together to hide her half-exposed breasts, but when she did she only succeeded in pulling it away from the sides of her tits, which meant whichever way she arranged her dress we got a view of plenty of tit flesh.
Hazel finished her drink very quickly. She was looking agitated, almost shaking. I poured her another and another. We were chatting about everything and anything. Hazel's nipples were visibly erect and she became more and more animated the more drink she had. She almost spilt it once so I placed a low table in front of her to put it on. This provided an added bonus, because every time she leaned forwards to put her drink down or pick it up, the sides of her dress would fall away, giving Marc and I a good view of her tit flesh and the occasional flash of dark nipple.
Hazel noticed us both staring when she leaned forward, and she must have tired of our stares because she suddenly leaned back and pulled the dress wide open at the cleavage, exposing her big white heavy breasts to our surprised view.
"Wassamatter, haven't you seen titties before. THERE!" she exclaimed as she jiggled them about before covering them up again.
" Happy now" she asked. Marc's eyes had nearly popped out of his head at the sight of my wife's wobbly breasts and erect nipples. We both nodded, speechless.
The atmosphere was still jovial, but the conversation became more raunchy the more drunk Hazel became.
"Have you got a girlfriend Marc?" she asked. He replied that he didn't have one and Hazel suggested that he was good-looking so he must have had plenty of girlfriends before.
"I have had girl friends, but not...close, if you understand."
"You mean you've never slept with a girl. I don't believe it." Hazel stated.
"It is true. I am being very busy with studies. There will be time later."
So Marc was a virgin! This really had Hazel intrigued. She was well drunk now, and I noticed that she was occasionally letting her hand rest on Marc's trouser-clad thigh. He was obviously sexually excited, and on one occasion Hazel 'inadvertently' let her hand brush over his straining bulge. His eyelids flickered and he drew breath sharply as she exclaimed "Oooh, a good looking boy and a big boy too!"
