The New Houseguest

Wendy was fuming. Ray had done it again. He made a big decision without asking her.

"Honey, you know we have to help him."

Her anger was rising, but she took a breath breath to calm herself.

"Ray... I'm going to say this one more time... my problem isn't that you agreed to host him... my problem is that you took a big decision without asking me..."

"Ok that's fair, but what could I have done? We owe some much to James."

"You should have told him you need to run it by your wife first, Ray!"

"But it's not like you would say no."

"That's. Not. The. Point. The point is that we need to be on the same page, how have you not learnt this after 25 years of being married?! This is like the RV all over again."

Around 5 years ago, Ray bought an RV without first asking Wendy. If he had told her first, she would have said this was just a mid-life crisis purchase and it was a bad idea. But after six months of never using it, he finally learnt his lesson. Of course, they had to sell the RV.

"Alright, I'm sorry. But can we please not fight? His son will be here tomorrow."

James was Ray's old boss and they owed a lot to him. Wendy and Ray wanted to marry straight out of college, but her dad said he wouldn't allow it. Not unless Ray got a job that could support her.

It was James who offered Ray his first job. And supported him every step of the way. Ray looked up to James like he would to an older brother. They had stayed in touch and had a solid friendship even when they moved to another city and Ray got another job.

So when James said his 23 year old son was moving to our city for grad school, Ray unilaterally offered to let him stay with us.

"What's his son's name again? Johnny?"

"Jason. And he's a very sweet boy."

"A 23 year old is a man, Ray. Not a boy."

"Ok ok, he's a very nice man. I was thinking we can give him Cassie's old room," he said.

Their daughters Cassie and Brianna had moved out for college.

"Alright... I suppose we could do that..."

Ray smiled as her expression softened.

"He's getting here tonight, I'll go pick him up from the airport. Could you prepare his room?"

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Wendy was glad to have something to do. It gave her time to get over her anger at her husband.

She cleared all of Cassie's stuff from her closet so that Jason would have room for his clothes. She threw the dusty old sheets into the wash and laid out fresh ones.

Wendy remembered Jason as an awkward, skinny kid. Whenever James brought him over for dinner, he barely said a word. He always got along with Brianna, the shyer of her two daughters. But Cassie the extrovert had little patience for these boring teens.

By the time she heard the car pull up in the driveway, the room was ready for a person to move into.

She was prepping dinner when she heard the front door open.

"Honey, we're home!" Ray's voice called out.

Wendy put on her best host-smile and went to the door.

Ray was pulling a suitcase and behind him was a tall, handsome man. He wore a pair of jeans with a white t shirt, his muscles bulging in the sleeves. His blonde hair fell over his forehead, just above his sharp grey eyes.

Wendy was confused. She was expecting a lanky, geeky little boy. What she got was a man who carried himself like a movie star.

"Oh... wow, Jason... hi..." she said.

"Hello, Mrs. Rose. It's a pleasure to see you again," he extended a firm hand that Wendy took, his touch sending a little spark through her body. "I was just telling Mr. Rose how grateful I am that you agreed to host me for the next two years. Finding a place here was proving impossible."

"No need to thank us, Jason. I owe your dad a lot. And I've told you, call us Ray and Wendy!" Ray said.

"Well... Ray and Wendy, it's great to be in your beautiful home," he said, kissing Wendy's hand lightly.

"Oh my, I see James has taught you manners," Wendy said, blushing.

"Well, he's always told me to be courteous in the presence of a beautiful lady," he said.

"What a gentleman. I'll show you to your room while Wendy finishes up dinner. Come on,"

Ray said.

Wendy's thoughts turned to Jason as she continued in the kitchen. She wondered when the glow up happened. It wasn't just a physical change, he also seemed more confident. He was no longer awkward, the way he had taken her hand and kissed it.

She felt Ray hug her from behind as she was laying out the table. His hands held her by the waist and she felt his breath on her neck. He pushed her brown hair aside and kissed her there.

"Have I told you I love you? And that you're an angel? And have I also mentioned how sorry I am that I didn't run this by you first?"

Wendy smiled. She couldn't stay mad at Ray for too long. Despite his caprice, she couldn't imagine a life with anyone else. Ray was a good father, a good husband and never let a day go by without telling her she was beautiful

"Keep telling me how beautiful you think I am and I might forget that you fucked up again."

"Looks like I'm not the only one who thinks you're a 'beautiful lady', eh?" he brought his hands up to give her tits a squeeze.

"Ray!" she giggled, pushing him away. "You can't be doing that with a young man in the house now!"

"Oh I was just teasing. Besides, look at you. Who wouldn't find you beautiful?"

"I used to be. I don't feel that way anymore," she said.

If Ray's mid life crisis involved getting an RV, Wendy's was fitness. When she was young, she was just effortlessly fit. But she never quite got rid of the weight she put on after the girls were born.

"Honey, you're incredibly hot."

"You're sweet."

Ray had insisted that she hadn't put on as much weight as she thought she had over the years. And that it was natural, but her body hadn't felt the same in decades.

Wendy was pretty voluptuous, so she had no dearth of male attention. Even if she never wore anything form fitting anymore, her rack was big enough to draw some eyeballs.

Wendy was glad their house had a swimming pool. In the privacy of her home, she could do a hundred laps a day with only her husband watching.

She didn't want to join a gym or a fitness class or a running group because she didn't like showing her body off. She didn't want people to see her in tights or in a swimsuit.

"I'm going to get changed for dinner," Ray said.

"Alright, I'll tell Jason dinner is ready," she said.

She walked up the stairs to Cassie's old room. Growing up with two girls, Wendy was used to just walking into a room without knocking.

Unthinkingly, she opened the door and started talking, "Hey Jason, dinner is-oh..."

Jason was standing there shirtless. Wendy didn't even realize she was staring shamelessly at this young man. He had a smooth, muscled chest.

She stared at his rippling abs. Wendy wanted to touch them, to trace her finger along those muscly ridges down to his v-front.

"Can I help you, Wendy?" he said, with a smirk.

Wendy realized she'd been staring.

"Oh, God! Sorry! I should have knocked!" she said, averting her gaze.

"That's alright. I'm used to this reaction."

"Uh... I'm sure... I just... dinner is ready. I'll see you downstairs," she said, swiftly leaving the room.

Wendy leaned against the wall to catch her breath. What was wrong with her? Why did she not think to knock before entering?

But what Wendy found more troubling was that she didn't want to leave the room. She wanted to stand there and watch him change. She wanted to see him take his pants off too, to see him disrobe entirely for her, to see his...

That made her feel ashamed. She was old enough to be this boy's mother. This was a boy she'd seen grow up. Her father, their friend, had sent him into their care. And here she was, lusting after him like a common slut.

Jason's stay here may have gotten off to a bad start, but Wendy had to pull herself together. Shaking slightly, she made her way to the kitchen. Ray was already seated. She sat down next to him.

She turned to her husband and took his face in her mouth. Wendy kissed him with a passion. Ray was surprised, but he kissed her back. Wendy reached down and squeezed his cock through his trousers.

When they stopped kissing, Ray said, "What was that about?"

"Do I need a reason to make out with my handsome husband?"

"Certainly not," Ray said, smiling.

It was true. Wendy had always found Ray attractive. And he had only grown more handsome with age. He had grown into his salt and pepper hair and he was a runner, so he kept himself in good shape. Ray smiled with his eyes, which Wendy found adorable.

But right now, there was only one man Wendy was thinking of and it wasn't her husband. Snap out of it, she thought to herself, you're old enough to be his mother.

Jason walked down into the dining room shortly after. He wore a collared t shirt with short sleeves. Don't look at his biceps, Wendy thought, look away.

But Jason was gorgeous all over. He had unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt and Wendy saw glimpses of the chest she'd just seen in full.

Wendy now noticed he also had full lips. Despite herself, she wondered how they would feel pressed against her own lips. What was Jason like as a kisser? Did he kiss hard? Was he more tender? Did he use a lot of tongue?

Wendy checked her thoughts before she thought more about what he could do with his tongue.

"Welcome, Jason! Are you settled in ok? Cassie's room to your liking?" Ray said warmly.

"Everything is perfect, Mr. Ro... uh, Raymond..."

"That's more like it. But just Ray is fine too."

"Right. Wendy, I have to apologize to you. I should have locked the door earlier."

"Oh..." heat rose in Wendy's face. She was hoping he wouldn't bring it up again, "Uh, no... that was on me... I should have knocked..."

"What's this about?" Ray asked.

"Well, Wendy here came up to tell me I should come down for dinner. And I was... ah, shirtless..."

Ray threw his head back and roared with laughter.

"Oh, this is so funny. But glad we got that out of the way early! If you're going to stay here for two years, we might as well get used to this. Wendy sweetheart, that's what it's like having a boy in the house."

Wendy's cheeks felt hot.

"I really should have knocked.."

"This is your own house and I'm grateful to have a place beneath your roof. You can come in to my room anytime you want, Wendy," Jason said.

"Oh, ok. Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure... I don't mind..."

Wendy was sure she saw a glint in his eye when he said that last sentence.

The topic moved on to Jason's program. He told them that he was getting a masters in business administration.

"I got in on a swimming scholarship. I was planning on swimming competitively but my dad's business has fallen on hard times. That's why he can't afford to pay rent for me in this city. My plan is to get that degree and help revive his business."

Of all the things he'd said so far, that was the sexiest. This reminded Wendy of a young Raymond, who bootstrapped his way to a good life so he could provide for his family.

So Jason was not only incredibly hot, he was also thoughtful.

A crazy idea seized Wendy.

"I'm sorry Jason, that must have been hard," she said. She reached out across the table and squeezed his hand.

It sent a jolt through Wendy's entire body. She felt his fingers in her hand, wanting to linger.

"Thank you, Wendy," he said, holding her hand in both of his.

Wendy quickly withdrew. Her heart was racing. It felt like she had done something taboo. To anyone looking, it was an innocent gesture of support to a guest. It could have been perceived as almost motherly.

That's what Wendy was telling herself too. But in her heart of hearts, she knew she wanted his touch. If she were honest with herself, she never wanted to stop touching this boy - husband be damned.

"Well, you tell that old geezer James that he doesn't have to worry about paying rent to his pal here, alright?" Ray said warmly.

"You got it, Ray," Jason said.

Jason helped them clear the plates.

"The least I can do is offer to do the dishes," he said.

He stood over the sink and got to work.

As Ray and Wendy got up to leave for their bedroom, Wendy glanced at Jason's ass. His tight trousers fit snugly over his ass.

I am going to hell, she thought.

In their bedroom, Wendy changed into her nightgown. It wasn't anything too provocative. It had thin straps and it fitted loosely over her breasts. She deliberately got a few sizer bigger so hide her body away.

Ray always insisted that women would kill to have her breasts, but Wendy didn't like showing them off - especially not when there was a handsome 23 year old in the house.

"Jason is probably done with the dishes. I'm going to go see if he needs anything before we turn in."

"Good idea. Maybe you can catch him shirtless again," Ray teased.

She threw a pillow at him. "Raymond Rose! He's young enough to be my son!"

"Doesn't mean he's not attractive. It's ok, honey. You can look. No harm in looking."

"It almost sounds like you want me to walk in on him naked!"

Ray was now smirking. "If walking in on him naked is going to get me the kind of kiss you gave me earlier, I can ask him to never wear clothes in the house."

Wendy's heart was in her throat.

"You... Ray..."

"Wendy, it's ok. You couldn't take your eyes off him at dinner and I think that's ok. You're a woman with desires and I'm not exactly a spring chicken."

"You're the only man I have eyes for."

Ray laughed again. "We both know that's not true. But what I'm telling you is, it's ok! Now go and see if he's ok."

Wendy went to Jason's room. This time, she knocked.

"Come in!" Jason's voice said.

He looked like he had just come in from the kitchen. He still had all his clothes on.

"Hi, Jason!" she said. She silently cursed herself for sounding like a high school girl with a silly crush.

"Hey. And Wendy, I told you that you don't need to knock! I meant it."

"Oh... alright, I'll try to keep that in mind. I just came by to see if you needed anything."

"Actually, yes. I was wondering if you have a top sheet I could use. You see, I'm used to sleeping in nothing but my boxers," he said as he started to unbutton his shirt.

When his naked torso came into view again, the desire to reach out and touch him took hold of Wendy again. She'd see a scene in a movie once where the girl started licking from a man's lower abdomen all the way up to his chest. How would that feel on Jason?

"But you see," Jason was still talking, now unbuttoning his trousers, "I like to have a top sheet on. Just something light."

"Uh, yeah of course..." she watched him slide his trousers down.

"Sorry, you don't mind, do you?" he said, looking down at his perfect body, "You've already seen me without a shirt, I thought..."

"Oh, yeah... no, yeah.... I mean no... no problem..." she was twirling a strand of her hair in her fingers like a fool.

God, even his legs were chiseled. Of course his legs were chiseled. This was not a man who skipped leg day.

Wendy's eyes widened when her gaze went to his boxers. She felt her breath quicken when she noticed the outline of his cock against his purple boxers. He was beginning to make a tent in there.

Wendy stared mesmerized. Ray was great at making love. Even after decades of marriage, he could fuck her with passion. But she'd always wondered what it would be like to ride a truly mammoth cock.

How long would she be able to ride him? Jason was quite the young stud, he probably had the stamina to keep going.

"So... about that top sheet?"

"Oh right..." she said, coming back to her senses. What was wrong with her? It's like this kid had some sort of hypnotic effect on her.

She opened the closet and looked around. She remembered a few top sheets were on the top shelf.

"Oh crap..." she said to herself. Wendy was not a very tall woman. She often had Ray take stuff down for her.

"All good?"

"Uh... you're a tall man. Do you think could you help me with the top shelf?"

"Sure thing," he said.

Wendy was about to move aside for him, but he stood behind her. She stopped breathing when she felt his hands on her waist.

As easily as if she were made of foam, he hoisted her up. She felt his fingers grazing the bottom of her breasts as she came face to face with the top shelf.

She quickly got the sheet and he finally put her down. Wendy whirled around to face him, the sheet in her hand.

They looked at each other and said nothing. Jason probably felt Wendy's slow breathing on his bare chest.

She looked down and saw that he was now fully erect and tenting in his boxers.

"Oh, sorry about that..."

"That's ok... does that... happen often?"

"Only when I'm standing this close to beautiful women," he said.

Wendy was breathing fast now. Nothing existed in this world right now. Nothing expect Wendy, Jason and her urge to give herself to him. She wanted him to rip her nightgown off and take her.

"Th...thanks..."

"I guess I'll take that," he said, prying the sheet from her hands.

Once again, she felt his fingers on hers and it sent a jolt of electricity down her spine. Jason finally stepped back.

"I'm... going to... uh, goodnight Jason..."

"Goodnight, Wendy."

She dashed out of his room. Her cheeks were still red from that last encounter. If this Jason's toned body was going to be on display every day, it was going to be a very difficult two years. She would have to find a way to fight her urges, or learn to live with the torture.

Ray was already asleep when she got to the room. Wendy slipped into bed beside her husband. She pulled up the hem of her nightdress. She felt her wetness between her fingers.

Wendy closer her eyes and visions of Jason flashed before her. In her mind's eye, she did not resist her urges. She was running her hands over his chiseled abdomen. She pictured Jason undressing her, picking her up and throwing her on his bed.

She imagined opening her legs for him, inviting him into her wetness.

"Someone's having fun," Ray's voice whispered.

Wendy's eyes flung open.

"Oh god, Ray you startled me!"

"Let me, sweetheart..." he removed her hand and inserted two fingers inside her.

She gasped.

"You saw that boy shirtless again?"

"Mmhmmm... he was... uh... in his boxers..."

"Was he now? Got a good look?"

"Mmmm... yes... I needed something from the top shelf... so he... ugh... picked me up..."

Ray moved between her legs.

"Close your eyes and picture him, baby. I want you to enjoy this."

"Why, honey? Why are you doing this?"

"I want my wife to have a good time. Is that a crime?"

"Mmmm...."

He disappeared under her night dress. Wendy felt the tip of his tongue on her labia. When his tongue found her clit, she placed her hands on his head and closed her eyes.

She was back in her mind's eye, with Jason standing over her. She imagined him taking his boxers off, the outlined cock coming into view. Wendy pushed his head into her pussy firmly, holding him down there.

Her husband ate her out as she pictured the man next door plunging into her. She had marriage vows to keep, but her husband had given her the permission to fantasize. So she did.

"Oh... OH... OHHH... FFUCCKKKK..."

"Mmmm.." Ray moaned into her pussy.

"FUCK ME... PLEASE..."

Ray removed his mouth from her and slid up her body. She grabbed his cock and guided it inside her.

"You can close your eyes and picture him instead... if you want..."

And she did. Wendy felt her husband's cock inside her, but she wanted Jason. She was already close before, but feeling Ray inside her pushed her even closer.

"Oh, godddd...."

Wendy had had good orgasms regularly, but she hadn't one like this in a long time. She felt waves of pleasure run through her entire body as she came.