Sharon was your typical middle aged woman, 45 years old and working now that her two kids had left for college and work. Her husband of 20 years was in decent shape, worked hard for his family and an attentive lover. Her life was not excessively opulent, but she was well provided for and had no complaints. She kept herself physically fit with swimming and yoga with balanced eating and as such, kept an impressive figure for her age, with her DD breasts sagging just a bit from age and gravity, with small stretch marks from her pregnancies. She didn't have washboard abs, but she was trim and fit over all with an ass that left many men lingering their gaze. Life was good for her and she was very happy.
That was, until their new neighbors moved in. An older couple like her and her husband, they had much in common with just one caveat: they had a single son, still living at home at 23 years old. He was sent to an Ivy-League school but dropped out and tried a few jobs, but still ended up back at home with no prospects. He wasn't in excellent shape, but he was a looker otherwise with attractive features in his face. However, it was his eyes that Sharon felt uneasy about. They pierced her and she felt uncomfortable, as if he was undressing her the moment they met.
Over the months, winter gave way to spring and their weather now permitted use of their own backyard pool, so Sharon started swimming again. Her swimsuit was a two piece that flattered her body. As she began swimming and then sunbathing on weekends, she started to feel uneasy as if she was being watched. She never saw anyone, so dismissed it.
As spring gave way to summer, Sharon and her husband were at a party when they invited their neighbors over to their pool for a small party the following weekend. When they showed up with their son, Sharon felt uneasy again, as his gaze kept on her far more than she appreciated. The whole day was uncomfortable and even more so when her husband said the young man could come over any day to use the pool to help with his fitness, even volunteering Sharon to give the young man pointers. She definitely didn't like the look on his face at that invitation.
The next day after she got home from work, she threw on her bikini and dived into the pool. As she swam, she got that uneasy feeling and stopped at the end to look out. Sure enough, the neighbor's son was standing there in his trunks and what looked like a chubby. Startled, she shouted "What are you doing here?!" The boy responded, "Your husband said to come over to swim and I didn't want to come over if there wasn't anyone home. I'll go ahead and leave."
Sharon immediately felt guilty and said, "Oh no, you're okay. I forgot he gave you permission. You just gave me a fright. Come in, the water's fine."
He jumped in and they swam laps together, Sharon grew accustomed to his stares on her body. In fact, they began to make her feel sexier to have his undivided attention. Her husband, while attentive, was a busy man in his career and especially lately as a business deal was overriding his schedule. One that would secure their future forever. This left her sexually unsatisfied and her cravings for some good sex were unfulfilled, so the attention made her feel desired. They swam and chatted during breaks. She realized the kid wasn't creepy, just awkward. When they stopped swimming and lounged in the shallow end, his eyes tried to stay on hers, but kept falling to her chest. Her pussy tingled with the attention and she started to flirt with him. As the afternoon went by, she got wine for herself and chatted with the young man, named Donald.
Eventually, as the sun lowered into the sky, she checked her phone and realized her husband wouldn't be home until after midnight. Unfortunate, but she was enjoying herself as they talked, their conversation took a turn to their sex lives. The wine was influencing her a bit, but there was no harm in talking. She learned he was a virgin and hadn't even had a blow job before. She giggled and as she finished another glass, she joked with him about might have to take matters into her own hands if he wasn't able to. He turned red and shyly said he wouldn't mind that.
The wine influencing her greatly, she smiled and slid her bikini to the side with a sly smile. The young mans eyes locked onto her breasts, her nipples hardening before his eyes. She also immediately shed her bikini bottom, her labia exposed to the air and her already moist pussy.
Sharon shifted around and exposed her tight ass back to the young man, asking, "Do you want to touch me? Do you want to suck on my tits or do you want a little taste of this pussy?"
Her horniness and the wine left her inhibitions extremely lowered, and thus vulnerable to a young man's desires. He rose and immediately went to her, his cock hardening in his shorts as he knelt before her and took her nipple into his mouth, suckling softly as she moaned in appreciation, her pussy moistening further. His hand went to her crotch, his fingers sliding across wet folds. He shifted his position and his mouth went to her entrance, his tongue licking away at her clit. The pleasure hit her and she gasped, watching the eager young man kiss and suck at her hot folds, the pleasure building in intensity as he continued. Before long, she sought his cock and deftly fished it out of his shorts.
Accepting its size and girth, she took it within her mouth, the bulbous glans throbbing as her soft lips slid over it and engulfed his cock within her oral cavity. The head throbbed inside her mouth as she sucked, her hand going up and down the shaft. Her own pussy desiring satisfaction. With that, she laid back, her legs parting to allow him entrance to her most intimate area with his hard flesh. The boy wasted no time and put himself between her legs, his bare cock hovering above her needy orifice. Her hand reached down and grabbed the boy's cock, pulling him into her steamy depths. As his head touched them, it throbbed and she moaned. The crown parted her folds and violated her flesh. Her legs spread wider, inviting him to fully consummate the act of taking her fidelity, making her a cheating wife. He pushed deep inside her and no sooner than he bottomed out, his eagerness took hold and his hips began to thrust into her. She thrust back, meeting his movements, her labia gripping his shaft as her clitoris rubbed along its veiny length. The pleasure was mind-blowing, different than her sex with her husband. This was wild and lusty instead of the loving and passionate sex they shared as a couple. She felt the guilt at the back of her mind, but the pleasure and lust within her overpowered her morality. His thrusts were eager, almost desperate and she realized that if she didn't take some control here, he'd bust his nut too quickly for her taste.
She pushed back on his hips, his throbbing cock popping free, obscenely drooling its precum. He frowned. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No dear, just lie down for me."
