This event is unbelievable, it was when it happened and it still is now. I am Edwina Marks, Eddie to all who know me. I am 28 years old, married for 7, childless as yet but not to worry plenty of time.
I am the sort of woman who gets plenty of attention from the male variety. Good looking, no, better than that I am almost beautiful, I think. As yet, oh, thats not quite true, unfaithful. I had seen off all comers, my husband is aware of the turn on I give out when men, and boys, are around me. He has grown used to it as is no longer feeling threatened by attention from them.
He trusts me now, silly boy! Bit of a self assured prick really but there you go. I look like a woman, I am a woman. Not a girl who professes to be one. I am adult, dress well, I know how to please, and how to behave. And I know how to enjoy myself. I do like to give the lads a thrill now and then.
I am 5ft 7", full bodied, a serious calm, squarish face that captivates, my husband says. Big brown eyes, hazel. Bushy well trained eyebrows, a straight nose, lips like a heartbeat, long smooth neck. My body is my temple. I have full, firm upturned breasts even now. My nipples, which can drive me crazy after all this time still look at the ceiling. I have had several near misses over the years, especially one with Dave, my husband's boss.
I am narrow waisted, full hipped, long shapely legs, tiny feet that beg for high heels. So who am I to deny the world me, when I look like I do, and when I get togged up, a real cock teaser, my husband says. Cheeky sod!
So here I am in my kitchen, its Monday morning around 10, he has gone to work. I am peeling potatoes or something. And I do remember feeling horny as well, but that is another story, or maybe not. Let me say, I am not promiscuous, never was, well, not until this particular Monday morning I wasn't, but am I now? You be the judge, and jury.
I am very friendly with my neighbour Vera, she is about 10 years older than me but we are very good friends. And this is where I got tipped upside down. Her son Max is a real devil, and I mean that kindly. Already at his very tender age he is a heart breaker, super good looking, quite tall, about 6ft. Angular, and still carried some 'puppy' fat.
When he becomes a proper adult he is going to, already has I belive, girls hanging off his arm. I sometimes wonder where he is in the stakes of learning about girls and women. I am sure he has had conquests. I see the looks his mother sometimes give him, they are wistful sometimes. I also say to myself "Vera"!
So I do have my suspicions, you hear the odd comment about him from her, and others, an innuendo kind of thing about him, but its nothing to do with me, or it wasn't!
"So everyone up to date now?"
I'll begin.
I am in my 'at home' gear, a pair of loose fitting jogger pants, an even looser top. A slacker thong, no bra. And I guess this was why I might have been feeling randy, my nipples were having a good time scratching on the material of my top and sending goose pimples racing around me. My hair is up in a tangled mess, but still looks good on me, well it would wouldn't it?
I see Max walk past my window, I smile and greet him. Then he disappears from sight and I hear my back door open. I look over my shoulder and grin, he always cheers me up. I also felt my nipples 'ping' but thought no more about it.
"Hey Max, how are you?" I say.
"Good," he replies, saying also. "And all the better for seeing you beautiful lady," he said cheekily. He is the kind of boy that can made comments like that sound all okay.
I feel flattered, really flattered. "Go on with you," I tell him. Then he is behind me, I feel him close up I can smell him, I like it. The next thing is he kisses my neck lightly. I squirm in embarrassment and not a little pleasure. I give out a soft "Oh." The next thing is his arms encircle me, they cross in front of me, and both hands close over and cup my breasts. My breasts are rather large and also very sensitive. My husband often says, "Any more than a handful is a waste,"
'Prick.'
"Max," I half shout, half scream, and I babble. "What on earth do you think..." my voice is suddenly drowned out, why? Because Max has just squeezed my nipples. My knees buckle and thump against the unit in front of me. My head falls back in seemingly sudden capitulation. I, not being a betting person I would have laid a million to one on the fact that was I not stood where and exactly like I was, I would have collapsed in a heap on the floor.
I remember my mind telling me what a turn on this was, and that I, it, loved it. My nipples were gyrated back and forth, in and out, scrunched, squeezed, and nipped. And my mind was right, I loved it. But this action was a far cry from sex with him. That was something I didn't do, never had.
That was until I felt an iron bar pressing into me. It completely refocused my mind from my nipples to my ass, and then the leap of faith, across to my pussy. I felt my own ass move first, not away, but side to side. It wanted to know, to feel the iron bar it was comforting. Max was nowhere in this equation.
I entered a cloud of silk, floating in and around me, my mind drifted away to a place hitherto (I think) unknown to me or it. I was stood up but wobbly, I knew that, but I was also laid against Max, his fingers were treating my nipples to a festival, a fiesta, playing tunes that my body was now singing along to. What kept me off guard was the fact that this was all taking mere seconds to action.
I don't recollect this, but I knew my left hand was now behind me, and behind him, because my fingers were holding tight to his hip. And that enabled me to hold us tight up. My right hand had gone up, and around him to the back of his head. This made sure his mouth was in solid contact with my neck. I was assisting very ably in my own seduction without knowing it.
