All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. Julie Calon is a real person from my past and this story is slightly altered from the truth. I wrote form her perspective and will continue this story switching points of view as I go. Something different to try that I thought would add a new twist to my stories. Please share your feedback so I know what direction you as the reader would like to go.
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At 35 years old I was still a good looking lady. 5'8" tall, 100lbs, with long slender legs, green eyes, and beautiful brunette hair I was beautiful in most people's standards. I had just re-married after my first husband was killed in action while deployed to Iraq and was not quite sure I was happy with my new arrangement. John, my new husband, was very wealthy and probably the main reason why I married him. He was a friend of my deceased husband's from the Marine Corps, and had inherited his father's yacht building business. John was clueless when it came to the actual production of these magnificent Yachts but he was a very smart business man.
John was by all means an attractive man. He was tall, dark hair, and blue eyes, most women dream of a man that looks like John. He was decent in bed, nothing I would brag about, but he satisfied me. John was average size in the penis department, and this left me something to desire as my ex was very well built downstairs. Chris, my deceased husband, was around 7 inches in length and almost as wide. He was heaven when he was buried deep inside of me, and I sometime imagine it is him when John is doing his duties.
Chris was very nasty at times, and this really turned me on. Chris would tie me to the bed and tease me for hours with his hard cock rubbing all over my body. I would be dripping juice on the bed when he would finally let me cum, and he was in charge and he made sure I knew this when we were together.
John is very passive, doing everything I say for the most part. I will make him eat me out for hours to get my release, because he can not make me cum through intercourse only. John keeps me happy with money, he always giving me money to do with whatever I want. I enjoy this and I like the feeling that he will do anything for me, so I will stay but that is not why I am here.
I am here to tell you how I have found my satisfaction, and am able to stay with John. John spends his whole day at the marina selling his yachts to potential customers. He will leave at 6 am and most nights will not be home until 7-8 pm. I get very lonely, and sometimes go spend money just to try and make him mad. I will spend $1000 on shoes alone, and he still will not be upset with me. He will tell me how beautiful my feet look with my new shoes on. I began to feel secure in my relationship and knew that John would do anything for me.
In the summer time I would put on my bathing suit and sit out by the pool all day. I would swim for a few hours and then lay in the sun for a few hours. In July I would place an add in the paper and each year I would hire a grounds keeper. The grounds keeper, usually some kid on summer break from school, would keep the yard pruned, mowed, clean the pool, and take care of any other chores I might make up for him. I paid them very well, as I really had nothing else to do with my money. If I had them do something extra one day I would give them a $100 tip, and they would just smile and run off with their friends. The summer I am going to tell you about changed the whole relationship with me, the groundskeeper, and my husband forever. I love the fact that I finally stepped out and began to live. I was not happy and was beginning to wonder if I would die from boredom. This summer changed everything.
In July, like always, I place the add in the paper for a groundskeeper. I got several responses, and began to set up interviews with each of the young men. I went through several before Eric came over for his interview. Eric was a good sized young man in great shape. The day he came over he wore jeans and a blue polo shirt. Eric was very well dressed compared to the other boys that were showing up in athletic shorts and tank tops. Eric was very professional, and explained to me that he was just looking for a job for a few months, to help make tuition at school, as his scholarship would not pay it all. John came home during Eric's interview and he spoke to Eric as well. Eric informed us that he was self motivated, and that we would never have to tell him to do something twice. We gave the job to Eric.
When Eric stood up from the couch I swear I saw an outline of a snake in his pants. I could not take my eyes off of it, when I realized it was the outline of his cock. It was huge, must have been 8" down his pant leg, and looked to be about 3 inches across the top. I could clearly make out the outline of the head of that monster. Eric saw me looking, and I didn't care. I could not take my eyes off of it.
Finally he said "Mrs. Calon is everything ok?"
Him speaking broke my thought and I looked into his face. He smiled and held his hand out to me. I took his hand and said, "Call me Julie," As I stood and shook his hand. I watched his ass as my husband walked him to the door. Eric and John said their goodbyes and John returned to me.
"Well looks like we found a very well maintained young man this year." John said.
I just smiled and thought of the monster in his pants, and said, "Yes I think we did."
That night I could not keep my mind off of Eric's cock. I wanted to see it, touch it, suck it, fuck it. I was so horny by the time I crawled into bed next to John, who was already asleep. I began to slowly circle my clit as I thought about Eric's big cock again. Soon I was masturbating in bed next to my sleeping husband thinking of some other guy's cock. As I began to slide my fingers in and out of my wet pussy John groaned, had he heard me, was he waking up, should I continue? All these thoughts raced through my head as I continued to finger my wet pussy thinking of Eric's cock. I reached over and grabbed a hold of John's limp cock and shook it a few times. He did not respond. I almost laughed when I realized that John's hard cock was only about half as long as the thing I saw today. I finally gave up on John's limp, little dick, and brought myself to orgasm with my own fingers. I slept with thoughts of cock on my mind that night.
The next morning John was leaving as I awoke, and right after I climbed out of the shower I heard the lawn mower start up. Eric was here, and I instantly began to feel a sense of longing. My pussy began to get wet on the initial thought. I walked over to the window is still my towel, and watched Eric drive the mower around our large back yard. Eric had shorts on and I swear from y window I could see the large bulge in his shorts as he drove laps around the yard. It was not long before I had my hand inside the towel again, thinking of Eric ramming me from behind with that big monster. I got so into my session with my fingers that I did not hear the mower shut off. I was in full swing and about to cum when I opened my eyes and saw Eric staring right at me.
