I am twenty-nine years old and have been married for eight years. After eight years of marriage, life has become incredibly stagnant. Wendy spends most of her time at her sister's house. She thinks if she is home while I am here I will spend all my time trying to fuck her, she's probably right. If she is not at her sister's house then she is working part time at the University helping foreign students with their visa applications and finding host families for foreign exchange students.
Wendy over the last five years has turned into a cold bitch. She has the emotional warmth of a three day old corpse. I am lucky if I can get her to have sex once a month and forget anything really erotic. Usually she just lays there with a look of 'hurry up and get this over with.'
I tried to remember where things had changed. Wendy use to be one sexy little number. At five feet six, a hundred and fifteen pounds, with long brown hair and a nice set of tits, I guess she still was. Her cold demeanor was just too hard to ignore and could not compensate for her good looks. She use to be fun to hang out with and loved to have sex almost as much as I did. Somewhere over the last few years that had changed. Now she had no respect for me and only seemed to tolerate me. Thinking on it more, she seemed to have changed when I became more accommodating to her. Slowly giving in to more of her demands over the years had caused her to lose a lot of the respect.
As if she could sense I was thinking about her the frigid bitch walked into the kitchen where I was drinking a cup of coffee. I watched her as she walked to the refrigerator and grabbed a vitamin water. She didn't even acknowledge my existence until she turned around and walked up to the opposite end of the breakfast table.
"Frank, I was at the school yesterday and the director of student admissions approached me. He asked me if I would act as a host family for a foreign exchange student."
I have to admit I was a little surprised she was even talking to me. Maybe I was just mad and overreacted about her pinion of me. "Well, we can certainly talk about it."
"I already told him I would do it. I just wanted to let you know so you wouldn't be shocked when a student came to the front door and said they were going to be living here. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. The director hinted that if I helped him with this I would be able to go full time at the University in the admissions office."
Bitch. Any thought I had of her seeing me as an equal partner in this relationship vanished. "Thanks for letting me know." I said sarcastically.
"You're welcome," she said as she grabbed her drink and headed out the door.
Just like Wendy had said, two weeks later she showed up at the door with a girl carrying two large suitcases. She had a beautiful young face with long blonde hair, high cheekbones and impossibly long eye lashes.
"This is Arabelle; she is a French exchange student in her first year at the University." Wendy said making the introduction.
All the preconceived notions you may have about young French eighteen year old girls is completely true. She was absolutely gorgeous. She was five feet four inches of teenage sexiness. She was thin, probably weighing only about ninety-five pounds and had a nice pair of tits. Smaller than my wife's size C but still perfectly proportioned to her slight frame. "Welcome to your new home Arabelle." There was no sense in taking the frustration I had for my wife out on this gorgeous girl.
Wendy took Arabelle to the guest room and helped her get situated. I went straight to the bathroom in our bedroom and jerked off. The thought of that beautiful piece of ass staying under our roof was more than enough to get me hard. After I had finished beating my meat, which had taken less than ten minutes, I went to the kitchen and started to prepare dinner.
At eighteen years old, Arabelle was driving me insane with lust. I had discovered over the last couple of weeks that she was one horny little slut. I cold tell she was in a number of ways. I had gone into her bathroom a few times to pick up the dirty towels to wash and had seen her panties. Tiny little thongs which in and of themselves was nothing, but several of them were crusty where her juices had soaked them thoroughly. I had also heard her on a few of occasions moaning softly as she demonstrated a clear understanding of autoeroticism. It wasn't too loud and I did have to put my ear to the door, but once I did it was clear to me what she was doing. As soon as I had heard her climax, which wasn't that quiet, I had gone straight to my bathroom and jerked off.
The horny little French girl was fingering herself all the time. She would be in her room two or three times a day and anytime she was in there and I called her for dinner or some other reason, her response was always the same. 'I will be there in a few minutes.' I should know, I jerk off at least thee times a day.
It was Saturday and as usual Wendy was over at her sister's house. Arabelle had told my wife she wanted to stay home so she could study. As usual the little French tart had her door closed. I placed my ear to the door and heard what I had expected, the soft moaning of a teenage girl masturbating. My cock immediately went to its full seven inches. Rubbing my cock through my shorts, I had finally reached the breaking point. After all, there is only so much a man can take when it comes to having a cute teenager fingering herself five feet away.
"I went into the living room and grabbed a dime out of the change cup. I then walked back to her bedroom door and placed the dime in the safety lock. The safety lock is standard on most bedroom doors. It allows a parent to open a door if a child has accidentally locked themselves in. I twisted the dime and heard the faint click as the door unlocked.
As I silently opened the door I saw what I had been hoping for. There she was, lying on the bed with two fingers buried deep in her wet pussy. Her eyes were closed and she didn't notice me come in. I admired her body for a moment. She was beautiful and as I suspected a little skinny. Her tits were about a size B and her pink erect nipples stood out against her white skin.
When she did notice me she jerked her hands out of her panties and tried to cover up her breast with her arms. "M'sieur, what are you doing? You should not be in here."
"I am watching a sexy little French girl playing with herself. I know you touch yourself all the time." I said as I approached the bed.
"M'sieur Frank, you should not be in here. If your wife comes home you would get in trouble." Arabelle said as she tried to push her back through the headboard of the bed.
"My wife is at her sister's house and she will not be home for several hours. If she did see us, while I might get in a little trouble, you would certainly get sent back to France." I said as I sat down on the edge of the bed and reached for her leg. She tried to pull it back but I gripped it tightly and held on. "If you are going to be playing with that beautiful little pussy of yours all the time in my house, it's only fair that I get to play with you."
I ran my hand up her smooth leg and then to her inner thigh. When I reached her soaking wet pussy I sank two fingers deep inside her. She wiggled around a little and tried to squeeze her legs shut. This only caused them to go a little deeper inside her.
"M'sieur Frank please, you should not be doing this." Arabelle protested weakly as her host sank two fingers into her wet pussy.
I was completely correct about her, even though she was protesting she had spread her legs apart a few inches and I could see her hips lifting up to take in more of my fingers. I started rubbing her clit with my thumb and was rewarded with a long soft moan. She was so horny that in less than two minutes she had quit protesting and resisting completely.
Not wanting to lose the momentum I spread her legs and placed my face an inch above her pussy. It was shaved except for a thin strip of hair an inch above her clit. I inhaled deeply and smelled a mixture of her sex and strawberry body lotion. She had a warm neutral taste as I ran my tongue over the length of her pink pussy lips. I ran my tongue spreading her lips and reached her clit. This got an immediate response.
