I always knew my wife was attracted to younger guys, I just didn't realize quite how much until we started trying to sell our old car, which had been doing nothing but taking up space at our place for months.
My wife, Sandy, is 43, with a still firm 34c-29-35 figure that she has to do absolutely nothing to maintain -- she's just one of those types who've managed to avoid the normal ravages of age, maybe because we never had kids during our 19 years of marriage. Sure, there are a few more wrinkles around her wide brown eyes than there were when we married but that's really about the only difference, except for the shimmering auburn streaks in her shoulder length brown hair, applied once a month or so to hide the specks of gray that were starting to appear here and there. Sandy's only real concessions to vanity were her frequent trips to the tanning salon, where she made sure that every inch of her shapely, 5-7 frame stayed a light, golden brown, and her almost fanatical devotion to her makeup. She never let anyone, even me, see her unless her face was fully made up, eyeliner, lipstick the works. I never complained, frankly, because my wife always looked so damn good.
It was a Saturday, my short day at work, and I saw the three of them instantly as I pulled into the drive, standing around our second hand car, Sandy, a man who looked to be in his mid-50s and a teenage-looking guy, obviously father and son. My wife introduced me to Dave, the dad, and Jason, his 19-year-old son. Sandy disappeared back into the house as we started talking about the car. I could see Jason's eyes following my wife's ass as she headed inside but thought nothing at all about it. Most men reacted exactly the same when encountering Sandy's lucious backside. Jason's dad explained that they were looking at a couple of other possibilities and might be back that afternoon. I wished them well and watched as they walked to their car, Jason continually glancing over his shoulder at our house. He was lean and lanky, with a thick wad of unruly blond hair and sparkling, mischevious blue eyes.
As soon as we got inside Sandy loaded me up with errands, ignoring my attempts to start a conversation about how the young man was eyeing her ass as she was walking away. "Don't be ridiculous Dan, I'm old enough to be his mother," she said, launching right into the long list of errands and accompanying instructions. I wasn't at all surprised but was still disappointed, because I'd been trying for months to talk to Sandy about the possibility of trying another man for sex while I watched and, hopefully, joined in. Our sex life had been sadly stale for a couple of years and I wasn't certain it was all that great to begin with. My penis is only 4 inches and as slim as Sandy's delicate pinky finger and though it had once seemed adequate, it was becoming overly obvious to me that my wife simply wasn't enjoying our sex the way she once had. In fact, it had reached the point where Sandy seemed to get much more pleasure from my oral attentions than from actually making love, but I was completely at a loss when it came to improving things. Another man was the best suggestion I could come up with.
Resigned to my fate I started off on what was easily two hours worth of errands, at least thankful for the solitude that would allow me to fantasize about Sandy and some better looking, better hung man. In my daydreams it was always some big, burly, studly type seducing her into total submission and I let my imagination run wild as I spent the next hour dropping things off and picking things up -- until I reached the post office and realized I'd forgotten the envelopes I was to drop off. A few minutes later I was pulling back into my driveway, my fantasy fading away as I hopped out of the car and walked briskly to the front door.
Once inside I heard the sound of the TV in the den but nothing else. I knew I'd left the envelopes on the kitchen table and was halfway down the hall when a strange sound caused me to stop for a moment, something like soft laughter only it wasn't coming from the television set, it was coming from the kitchen. I remained still for a second, straining my ears, when I heard it again. It was definitely Sandy, but it sounded somehow different as she giggled, girlish almost. "You shouldn't say such things to a married woman," she said, her tone still odd sounding to me. "In fact, you're too young to use such language at all, Jason."
My heart started thudding so hard that I felt for a second it might jump out of my chest. It was the kid who'd been looking at my car! I inched forward slowly, careful not to disturb whatever might be happening, my dick already hardening in my pants. "It's the fuckin' truth, you're the hottest damn thing I've seen all summer," he answered.
That drew another oddly girlish giggle from Sandy. "Here," I heard her say. "Let me get you that iced tea I promised you."
The kitchen fell silent just a moment before I made it to the door. I peeked inside, instantly shocked and aroused by the scene I saw. Sandy had changed outfits, now clad in a short while tennis skirt and thin white t-shirt. She was standing with one hand holding the refrigerator door ajar. Jason was right behind her, his hands on her hips, his mouth on her neck, kissing gently and murmuring to her. "Such a sexy fuckin' ass," he moaned as his hands reached down to cup and caress Sandy's smooth asscheeks, barely concealed by her tiny skirt, then sliding his hands around her waist as he started grinding his growing cock against her firm, round butt.
Sandy stood still for a second, hand gripping the handle of the fridge, her eyes closed as Jason's hands slid up her body to cover her tits, palming the firm, fleshy globes, thumbs rubbing over the outlines of her stiff nipples. "Oh god," she sighed as he fondled her tits gently, closing the refrigerator door and leaning back into him, eyes still closed. Sandy let the back of her head rest on his shoulder, tilting it slightly to give him easier access to her sensitive neck as he continued to plant soft, wet suckkisses all along the tender flesh, her hands starting to caress his forearms as he continued to fondle and tease her tits. With a soft moan Sandy arched her back slightly, pressing her full, firm ass back into his crotch, Jason groaning in response.
Suddenly Sandy gasped, her eyes opening wide, turning her face to the side, looking at him. "Oh shit Jason it really does feel huge," she whispered, her hands leaving his arms and reaching back for his hips, pulling his bulge even tighter into the warm, yielding crevice of her asscheeks. Jason's only response was to lean farther over her shoulder and begin nuzzling her mouth with his own, sucking softly at her lips, his hands sliding underneath her t-shirt to begin feeling and fondling her bare titflesh.
Jason sucked and teased Sandy's lips wetly for several long moments, his hands moving around beneath her shirt as she wiggled her ass slowly, obviously lost in the feel of his hardness against her full, womanly buttcheeks. With a soft groan she parted her lips and found Jason's tongue with her own, the two of them licking and lapping at each other lewdly until she sucked it fully into her mouth with a quiet whimper. Jason stretched her shirt up over her big, firm boobs and left it there as he tonguefucked my wife's mouth deeply, fully, Sandy kissing him back with a passion I found both shocking and wildly arousing, as if she was the teenager instead of him, slurping and sucking at his talented tongue as she moaned and groaned into his open, demanding mouth.
The two illicit lovers carefully kept their mouths clamped tightly together as Jason turned Sandy in his arms until she was facing him, her arms going around his neck, grinding her shaply body against him wantonly, her bare tits pressing into his t-shirt clad chest. His hands slid slowly down over the curve of her ass, gripping and groping forcefully before working the back of her little white tennis skirt up over the solid slopes of her asscheeks. My wife wasn't wearing panties, another big shock for me, and I marveled at the sight of his strong young hands squeezing and stroking her firm, shapely bare ass, both of them groaning softly, the sound muffled by their lewd liplock, Sandy tilting her head from side to side as she suckled hotly at his mouth, eagerly devouring his passionate kiss, anxious to keep feasting on the tongue he was feeding into her hungry mouth.
The jarring ring of the telephone caused us all to jump, ending the pair's erotic embrace abruptly as I scrambled away from the door. The phone went unanswered, ringing and ringing, the interuption apparently cooling my wife's passions. "No, no Jason, we can't, we've got to stop," she whispered as the phone continued to ring.
"C'mon baby, you know you want this," he replied as the ringing finally stopped.
When I looked back in the very first thing I noticed was the bulge in his jeans. It was enormous, a massive lump that was still swelling and growing. It obviously had Sandy's attention too. She was standing with her ass and tits still exposed, the curve of her bottom almost touching the kitchen table, her eyes fixed on Jason's crotch, her gaze never moving as she continued her very un-convincing protest. "We can't Jason, I can't," she said, her brown eyes looking almost glazed as she stared at the growing bulge in the teen's jeans. "I couldn't, I just couldn't, I'm old enough to be your mother."
Jason smiled as he started moving so slowly across the kitchen floor toward her, Sandy backing up until the edge of the tabletop was pressing into her assflesh. "That's perfect, just what I'm looking for, a mommy, I want you to be my mommy," he said softly as he advanced toward Sandy. She finally looked from his crotch up to his face as he approached, an expression I'd never seen before suddenly lighting her gorgeous face, a look of pure, unbridled lust, her eyes glowing wildly, her tongue darting around her suddenly parted lips. "Be my mom Sandy, be my slutty mommy," he said, his voice low and firm. "Be a whore-mom for your nasty boy."
I couldn't believe the way she reacted. Only about a foot separated them by then and when he uttered those obscene words Sandy literally threw herself at him, her mouth chasing after his like she was starving for his tongue, mashing her body to him and lifting her legs like she was trying to climb up his body, her arms going back around his neck, rising up on her tiptoes as she tried vainly to press her pussy against the massive mound still swelling in his jeans.
