My wife Meghan and I have been together for almost 20 years, our "romance" started with drunken sex in college that we both thought was going to be a one night stand, but apparently neither of us could forget. We started talking, then dating, and now years later we're happily married. Things weren't always smooth, Meghan's Indian background led to some cultural differences to overcome but we always worked out way through it and our relationship persisted. After college we focused on our careers, working our way up the corporate ladder and creating a pretty good life for ourselves, a nice house in a major metro area, disposable income for travel, and a strong bond of love and friendship.
Like most couples heading towards our forties, our sex life had slowed as a result of the corporate hustle and the associated stress and exhaustion. As bright eyed college students we would sometimes have sex three to four times a day but those days had certainly passed. But that was life, and frankly, it worked for us. But when we did have sex there was passion, we made sure it wasn't just a chore. I still found Meghan amazing beautiful. She was 5'5" and around 130 pounds, with perky A cup breasts (which she adored, frequently mentioning how happy she was to have small breasts). Her brown legs were toned from years of working out and yoga and connected to the hottest ass I had ever seen. Even after two decades I couldn't help but check her out when she was drying off after a shower. While sex was mostly vanilla, we did enjoy bouts of dirty talk, and Meghan loved aggressive sex; being held down, her hair slightly pulled, her nipples pinched for bitten, and occasionally being restrained. So when we had fun, we had fun, but most of the time we took care of the daily routine.
One of those routines was often hosting visitors who wanted to come check out the city where we lived. Given our proximity and the space we had, we were often the first to get the call from friends or family looking for a vacation spot. This particular weekend a friend of mine from college, Carol, and her son, Ethan, were coming into town. I met Carol sophomore year and she immediately stood out because she was pregnant. The dad was a local resident and while I met him once or twice, he pretty quickly disappeared from the scene; but that didn't deter Carol, she worked her ass off while raising Ethan and graduated on time. It had been close to ten years since I had seen either of them, and I was excited to catch up with Carol.
They arrived at our house early evening and took some time to unpack their things. The rambunctious 7 year old Ethan I remembered had turned into a moody 18 year old, muttering a greeting as he entered the house, not even removing his headphones. We all had dinner at the house that night to give Carol and Ethan some time to relax after their trip. While it was mostly the adults chatting we tried to pull Ethan into some conversation, but it was like pulling teeth. Was he excited to be heading to college "I guess", what was he excited to see on the trip "I don't know", was he dating anyone "no" and so forth. I did notice that while he wasn't talking much, he was stealing glances at Meghan throughout the dinner. He was trying to be subtle, but boys are rarely subtle. Later that night was we got ready for bed I made a comment about how much Ethan had changed since I last saw him. Meghan reminded me that it had been quite a while, and she said he seemed like a nice kid, he was just being a typical teenager, but she hoped he would be able to have a good weekend.
The next day Carol and Ethan went into the city to do some exploring, while Meghan and I hung back at the house. We were able to take care of our household tasks in the morning and decided to take advantage of the beautiful day by getting some pool time in (the benefit of not living directly in the city). Meghan set herself up on a recliner on the patio to do some sunbathing while I read under the shade of an umbrella. About 30 minutes later Carol and Ethan returned from their city excursion and so I went inside to greet them.
"Hey, we're just spending some time by the pool if you two want to join us" I offered.
"I have some work to finish up, but I'll definitely join you afterwards" Carol replied, she turned to Ethan "you should go out there, some more time outdoors will do you some good!"
Ethan rolled his eyes and muttered "yeah, sure, why not. But I'm bringing my game with me"
"Always with the games, but fine, I'm not going to fight you this time" said Carol, exasperated.
I went back out to the pool and about five minutes later Ethan came out with a towel in one hand and his Nintendo Switch in the other. He grabbed a lounger on the opposite side of the pool and started playing his game. Even in the shade I was starting to get warm so I decided to swim a bit to cool down. After a few laps I paused to catch my breath and noticed that Ethan had covered himself in his towel, which I found a bit odd given it was almost 80 degrees out, but hey, I figured, teenagers can be weird.
I went back to swimming laps, but this time at a slower pace, gently gliding through the water. As I swam I noticed that Ethan had moved one hand off his switch and down under the towel. I continued swimming and as my angle towards him changed I could see that his hand was slightly moving, but fully covered by his towel. He looked as if he was still playing on the Switch, but I could see that his eyes weren't actually on the screen, they were right above it, and locked on Meghan, who continued to lay on the lounger, tanning in her bikini. She looked to be asleep, but I wasn't positive. I continued to slowly swim up and down the pool, each time I turned my head towards Ethan's side I'd observe what he was doing. His hand was still under the towel, and it was slowly beginning to pick up the pace. The movement wasn't too obvious, but it was clear if you were looking at it. I could see him start to make a slight face and his body tensed, just a little bit. About 10 seconds later I can see him trying to subtly wipe the towel around his crotch, all while still holding the Switch in his left hand, a few minutes later he stood up and went inside the house.
After completing another lap I got out of the pool and walked over towards Meghan's lounger, her eyes had opened but she didn't seem to be looking at anything in particular. As I approached the lounger she turned to her side, looking me in the eyes and softly said "did you see what just happened?"
"No, what?" I lied, trying to feign surprise in my voice.
"I think Ethan was jerking off just now under his towel!" She whispered, excitedly.
I couldn't tell if she found it amusing or disturbing....
"Wait, seriously??"
"Yeah! And I think he was doing it while staring at me..."
"Shit" I said, "I saw him moving a bit while I was swimming but I didn't realize he was doing that." I paused. "What the hell is wrong with this kid, I'm going to find Carol and tell them they need to leave!" As harsh as I was coming off, I hoped Meghan couldn't sense the arousal in my voice.
"Wait no, don't do that" Meghan quickly said. "He's a teenage boy, and he's already awkward enough, who knows what this will do to him, and it'll cause Carol so much embarrassment".
"Are you sure?" I responded.
"Yeah, just let it go. Besides, it was kind of flattering to know that I can still catch a young man's eye, took my back to our college days" she said with a laugh.
"Oh yeah, you're fine with being a deposit in his spank bank" I replied with a smile.
"Yeah, I guess I am...maybe I'll even give him something more to think about" she quipped.
"Wait, what do you mean?"
"Oh nothing, I'm just kidding" she replied, adding "alright, I've had enough sun for today, I'm gonna head back inside."
As she walked back into the house I sat back, not sure what to make of what just happened. Meghan was a bit more freaky than I thought, and boy did I like it. What had she meant by maybe she'd give him something more to think about, how much was she willing to tease him, or for that matter, any other man I thought, as my cock stirred.
The rest of the day was uneventful, Ethan had disappeared into the guest room while Meghan I had a drink on the patio with Carol, catching up on everything that had happened over the past ten years. That evening the four of us went out to dinner at a popular Italian restaurant in town. Meghan wore a nice dress that showed a bit of cleavage and was a favorite of mine. As we ate Ethan stayed mostly glued to his phone, but I noticed his eyes lingering on Meghan's chest every once a while when we would look up from his phone. I smiled internally, seems like the kid had developed a bit of a crush.
Later that night when we were in bed I asked Meghan "hey, seriously, what did you mean by you might give him more to think about?"
She looked at me and laughed, "I don't know, it was just a comment. I mean he seems like a nice kid but kind of socially awkward, he clearly doesn't get much attention from the girls in his school."
"Sure I guess" I said "but what are you going to do about it?" I was apprehensive "it's not like you're going to sleep with him?" as I asked the question my mind raced, what answer did I want here, a yes or a no?
"God no" she quickly responded "he's just a kid".
"Yeah, yeah, of course" i answered, both relieved and maybe a bit disappointed.
