First, let me introduce myself. I'm Margaret, 40 year old housewife and mother of one son. My husband, Rob and I have been married for 20 years and my son had just graduated from high school at the age of 18. My husband's job as a Senior Software Engineer, enabled us to live in a fairly large house in one of the "wealthier" suburbs in California.
I worked part-time as a nurse and the additional income keeps us well of even in times of recession. To describe myself, I am 5'3 about 130 pounds, short wavy auburn hair, brown eyes, and my best assets being my 32C breasts. My breasts had begun to sag a little and I was not the size 6 I was in high school, which led to me being very self-conscious.
The weekend was coming up and Rob and I had planned a big party for all of our friends as part of our monthly get-together, as it was our turn to host.
The weekend was coming up and Rob and I had planned a big party for all of our friends as part of our monthly get-together, as it was our turn to host. Soon, our mansion was filled with around 60 people enjoying themselves playing games, drinking, swimming in our pool and just having fun altogether. The weather was still quite warm by evening so I decided I would take a dip in the pool.
I went up to the master suite I shared with my 54-year-old husband, and put on a one piece- primarily due to how self-conscious I was of my body. Little did I know how attractive my thick, voluptuous body was to the male populace.
The pool was filled with an array of people from different age groups, including most of our friends' children. Suddenly, Jake, my best friend's son scooped me up and dived into the pool. I screamed and squealed trying to get out of his grip but to no avail as we fell into the pool. I clambered out of the pool, embarrassed but took it along the stride as everyone had a good laugh at what had happened.
Now you must be wondering who Jake was? Well, Jake is my best friend 22-year-old son. Jake had always been a role model to my son, Michael and acted played the role of an older brother to him. He was studying at the local college, and I had watched him grow up from a small kid to an athletic handsome young man.
I walked into my room and into the bathroom partially closing the door, thinking no one will come upstairs
I walked into my room and into the bathroom partially closing the door, thinking no one will come upstairs. I bent down to and opened a cabinet to take the hair dryer when I noticed a presence behind me. It was Jake, shirtless and in his briefs, dripping wet from the swim.
My heart rate sped up and let out a gasp as I saw the stud of a male specimen standing behind me.
"What are you doing here?" I questioned.
Jake didn't answer my question, instead his dark brown eyes stared at me intently. I felt self-conscious as his eyes roamed my bod. I felt his encircling me as he pulled me back onto his hard bare chest, his actions rendered me speechless as a heat of desire pooled up in my belly. My body did nothing to resist him. It's been so long since I felt like this, with my husband away on business trips frequently, we stopped having sex 3 years ago. Even then, it was nothing exciting or passionate.