I Never New...

This is my first story ever. It is a work of fantasy, and all erotic participants are fictional and adults. In real life, please respect the people around you and ensure mutual consent at all times. I hope that it appeals. Positive and constructive feedback is very welcome, thank you!

I am Mary, a 36 year old mother of two, married with Tom, my husband whom I have known since high-school and married immediately after college. We live in a suburb of the city in an almost-finished patio bungalow, which Tom was building for us all by himself, since about about 19 months ago. Rory and Emma, our children of 12 and 14 years old liked the house very much.

Tom was going through a rough patch and lost his job 2 years before. We did not need the money, but it would have been welcome, nothing more, nothing less. My salary was enough for use to live, and even save some money.

After a long time of unsuccessful job applications he decided it was time to talk to me and discuss the future. He explained he was quite depressed about our situation, or his, and that he could not get a job and provide for us. He said he know that I have always had a longing about living in a bungalow, as a future aspiration, but this would not be happening any time soon. We had a loooong talk that day. Somewhere along the talk he came up with an idea to build the bungalow himself, instead of finding a contractor. Regardless of his job hunting skills, Tom was very good with his hands (yes also in the sack, but that is not what I mean), and he had lots of perseverance. It could be a solution that allowed us to still chase my dream with the money that we had saved. Maybe it became a bit smaller than he wanted, but it will definitely do.

After months of designing an planning, we moved into a small temporary house in the area so the bungalow could be built on the plot of our current house. Looking back, where we are now I was very happy with the result. Even if not finished, once we moved back recently and I could start decorating, it really started feeling like a home, contrary to the temporary house. And Tom kept on raving about he singlehandedly built a new house, learning a few skills during the process. His mood had drastically changed, and he was even considering putting his newfound skills into becoming a contractor, with his newfound confidence.

The day we moved back in we were greeted by our new neighbor Adam, married to Jane, and father to two 19 and 21 year old gorgeous blonde daughters Lea and Lane, even if I said so myself. I was kind of on the lookout for these two, as Tom had been talking about their daughters before more than once in a seemingly uninterested way, but a bit too often to be coincidence. While moving in our stuff Adam, Lea and Lane offered to help and I could see Tom him stealing an occasional glance, full understanding why.

They were seemingly oblivious to the attention they were getting but after half an hour of carrying boxes into the house, they had shed their blouses and were dressed only in sneakers, tight shorts and a shape-hugging tank top. Even I thought the ladies were hot.

I could not really blame Tom. We were married for a long time, we have a good relationship, and although we tried experimentation like involving or seeing someone else when we were still dating, both chickened out as we felt it was not for us and never really followed through. We never considered seeing others after those days. We were confident with each other not being cheaters either. That does not mean we both cannot appreciate beautiful people.

It was only after a little while that I noticed that Adam was eying me over once in a while, especially paying attention when I bent down to pick up or drop a box. I had been too entertained with the sight of Tom amusing himself that I had not noticed until now.

"Careful." Adam's warm voice sounded, steadying me with his hand on the side of my thigh when I fell slightly off balance.

"Thanks". A strange warm but excited feeling crept into my stomach ever so briefly, but it quickly subsided carrying the next box inside so I did not really pay attention.

After about an hour and a half of the walking back and forth with the boxes I decided it would be good for us all to take a break. I went inside, made coffee, tea and sandwiches for everyone and called them in.

It was almost funny to see how Tom kept glancing at the girls, and Adam at me. Both tried to hide it, but now that I had noticed, I could not un-notice. I smiled coyly when I turned away from Adam, trying to hide it from Tom, but I think both noticed how I became slightly uneasy. Tom did not mention it, but I was sure he was amused judging from his knowing smile a few seconds later.

During the rest of the afternoon I realized that Adam was definitely not hard to look at. And the ease with which he lifted the heavy stuff indicated he might work out. He must be around 50-55 years old, judging from his looks. His skin a bit dark, probably Hispanic roots, hairy arms and a whiff of hair poking from the neckline of his t-shirt, no receding airline and not a trace of grey hair on his head. He was in good shape. Definitely not a couch potato.

I caught myself glancing over to him a few times too, finding myself uneasy again when suddenly one of our sneak peeks coincided and our eyes met. I froze slightly, and he did the same. We stared into each others' eyes slightly longer than I expected or found appropriate looking back. I did not dare looking at him again for the rest of the day.

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For the next few weeks we settled in and Tom fixed the remaining bits that were not done when moving in. He started his contracting business and I was not surprised to see that he succeeded quite well. Delivering quality work and meeting promises led to sufficient word-of-mouth that he was soon working 5 days a week for more than 10 hours.

Occasionally Adam and Jane would pop their head in, or we went over, since we seemed to match on interests and slowly became good friends. Adam would still glance over to me from time to time and let his eyes linger perhaps a bit too long, but I intentionally avoided his glances and definitely did not encourage him to keep doing it. To no avail.

One day I saw Jane come out of their front door, her clothes slightly ajar, and a sad look in her eyes, with a hint of panic. As she was usually quite happy and outgoing, this was new to me and made me wonder if something happened. I walked over and asked her whether she was OK.

"I will be.", she said. "No need to worry".

She could see I was not convinced, so she asked to come over and talk later that day. We agreed she would see me in our house at 8pm.

When she showed up, she seemed OK again. I got us both a red wine and walked into the patio, where we could sit in private.

"Talk to me.", I said. "Does he hurt you?".

She was silent at first as it took her a while to get all the courage she needed to talk. And then she blurted out, in tears "I'm broken...". A bit more silence, but I let her. I held her close but did not say anything. "I cannot enjoy sex anymore and I am hurting Adam with it".

Jane continued telling me that she could not really get wet anymore, and it hurt when they were having intercourse. Adam had suggested using lubricant, but she thought of it as faking, and it made her feel like a failure. That afternoon they had a falling out over the matter as for some time now, Adam had tried hiding his needs with her, but did not really succeed, only making matters worse for her.

We talked for a few hours, me fully aware that I could not relate with her challenges on the matter. I did not have and never had these issues. When Tom and I were together, my moisture was never an issue. On the contrary. The box with tissues on her nightstand was there for a reason. Usually by the time Tom was done going down on me, moving for the prize, I would be leaking quite some juice.

The whole talk made me realize that Adam might not just be looking me over with his glances, but perhaps even lusting after me, fantasizing about me.

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Towards the end of the school year, the kids came home from their respective schools, all happy and excited. Both of them had received a note stating that this year's class trip would be to Disneyworld. Both of them on the same day. Turns out these schools coordinate these trips because of cost savings. the school was also looking for volunteers to chaperone. We discussed at the dinner table that Tom and I would love to go. It had been a long time since we did something together. The only challenge was Tom's working schedule. Tom said he would try moving things around.

As the days passed, while we here having some beer and wine with Adam and Jane, it became clear that Tom had taken on a contracting job which had to be finished for the customer before a specific date. There was no way he could take time off for joining me on the trip to Disneyworld.

Unfortunately I had volunteered the two of us, and now we were a chaperone short.

"Maybe I can help out." - Adam said. Jane and I looked at him, a bit surprised with his offer. Me because I did not expect it, Jane because in that week she would see a doctor and would like Adam to join her. She looked at Adam slightly shaking her head, but he did not see her doing so, or he did not care.

I was not sure how to respond. There was that brief warm feeling again. I was happy that he could help me out. I was also sure that it would not be a problem for him to join.

Disneyworld was a 6 hour drive, so 2 hotel nights were kind of standard for such a situation. I had booked a room for Tom and myself which had me concerned. "I booked a hotel room for Tom and myself" I said, "I'm not sure...." looking at Tom and Jane for help.

"It's OK" Adam said. "I can book a separate hotel room and the rest is already arranged for. All we need to do is choose which car to take and drive over."

The day of departure came, and Tom and I said our goodbyes in the early morning as he had to drive out to his construction project. I took some time packing and getting dressed for the trip. It was nice weather so I chose a gorgeous white skirt that stopped just shy of my knees, and an orange tank top which complimented my tan.

An hour later, by the time we all were about to leave, Adam said that his 20 years old niece Jill would also join us for the trip, which left us in a predicament of now needing to choose one or two cars.

"Nonsense", Adam said. "We can scoot together a bit and one car will do".

We agreed, that since seating would be cramped, we would take turns driving, a few hours each. Since Emma suffers from car sickness, she got the front seat. Adam started the drive, with Jill, Rory and myself in the back seat. Because of the many suitcases, a few bags had to be in one of the rear seats, which meant someone had to sit in someone's lap.

After the first stop, Jill indicated she wanted to drive, so Adam and I sat in the rear, with Rory on Adam's lap. This turned out to be a challenge though, as Adam and myself sitting next to each other really did not leave us comfortable, as tightly as we were packed. After 15 minutes, we decided a different seating arrangement, with Rory sitting next to Adam and me hesitantly sitting on his lap, straightening out my skirt. I should have known better.

"Behave yourself sir", I said.

"Sure thing ma'am", Adam responded with his warm voice.

That's when trouble started...

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The road was bumpy, and within twenty minutes, my skirt had ridden up my legs. I straightened it out again, but fifteen minutes later, I caught Adam leaning forward looking over my shoulder to where my white cotton panties started showing. I had not noticed, but a slight jolt from me trying to take a more modest position told him he had been caught out.

"Sorry", he said while sliding his hand along my thighs pulling the skirt down, but for me the damage was already done.

A warm feeling started to build inside me. I tried to think of other things in order to get rid of it, but for some reason my mind kept wandering back to the nice feeling his bare hand gave me when it touched my thigh earlier. Also, I was not sure but I think I felt something stirring below me. I suspected there was a bulge pressing into the crack of my ass which was not there before.

I tried to ignore the bulge and the feelings I was having, but my body was not having any of it. I should have worn a bra, I thought. The bouncing of the road made my boobs bounce just enough for my nipples to rub against the fabric of my tank top. Enough to make my nipples that were already hardening, stay hard and make me more and more aroused. I was moving more in his lap than before. Not because I wanted to, but... I don't know... my body seemed to want.

My pussy started to slowly get more and more moist. Uh oh, not good I thought, as I became aware of the familiar feeling of my lubricating love tunnel. Thinking back I remembered I had packed the tissues into my suitcase, which was in the trunk. Thank god we were fully dressed. Thank god I had my panties and my skirt would not easily let it show.

After a little while, Adam indicated his legs were starting to sleep. It was more than an hour to the next stop and driver swap, so I shifted my position regularly. Adam was occasionally trying to rub his legs to make the numb feeling go away. In doing so, my skirt had ridden up again.

I pulled it down but the rear was kind of stuck and stayed behind. It must have been a reflect of sorts on his end too but soon I became aware that his hand was on my thigh and that made me cream even more. The next time I shifted position, Adam also did something to rearrange his pants, and when I sat down again I could clearly feel the bulge, only this time it was not in my ass crack...

Something was pressing into my panties. He would not have taken out his..., would he? With each bump I felt it pressing into my panties, right in the area between my legs. I felt that the crotch of my panties was getting damp. I think Adam was aware of this too. Almost unnoticeable, but definitely he was moving his hips, every time the car bounced.

What was worse, I caught myself doing the same, and I must have been doing this for a while, since I did not consciously remember when I had started moving my hips like this.

Adam had stopped changing positions for a while. I tried shifting my position from time to time, to no avail. In fact, every time I shifted my position, it would press harder into my panties which not damp anymore, they were wet.

I realized I could not do anything against what was coming next. I knew that Adam would start feeling less and less friction with the profuse production of my pussy juice. I did not want anything to happen, but my body would not let me. Any my juices were getting worse by the minute.

He must have realized what was going on, as he started to move his hips more and more keeping the friction going.

Secretly I moved my hand between my legs to feel how much damage was done. I tried not to touch him but I failed. A sharp intake of breath told me Adam noticed too. I said I have a wedgy and should rearrange my panties as an excuse. As I did so to reveal what I was really doing and I slid back onto his lap I could feel them shifting to one side. Oh no....

I could now feel flesh to flesh. Adam must have noticed too, because he jolted his right hand onto my leg, taking the skirt with him in the movement, baring my leg. I rearranged my skirt for Rory not to see his hand. I moved my leg a few times as a hint for him to remove his hand, but it only made his hand move more to the inside of my leg instead.

The bumpy road was not helping. He was pulling me more towards him with each bump in the road. My body was not helping either. I was not really moving back down much. Then it started to dawn on me that my pussy juice had started to flow freely. No longer captured by the hem of my panties, it had started running down, right onto his by now raging boner.

I felt sorry for him and Jane that they were in the situation there were in, and it made his predicament even worse. I am sure that even if he wanted to resist what was going on, he could not. From the way he was breathing and the way he was moving, he was extremely horny. And that made me horny too. Wait, no, I was extremely horny myself I now realized.

This was a recipe for disaster. Two married people on the rear seat, she straddling his lap on a bumpy road, the read of her skit ridden up so far her panties were exposed to his lap, his hand edging more up the inside of her thigh and her pussy leaking juice of the side of her panties because of an unfortunate arrangement... leaking... a lot.

Adam could already feel her juices... He was trying not to go too fast. He knew she was reluctant. Be the way she had behaved over time he knew nothing was going to happen between them. But he was too far gone and could not really help himself. It was not clear whether or not she was aware where his hand was, but sure as hell she was creaming. There was no friction between his fingers and her leg.

Bump.... Bump....

And then it happened. With the next movement of his hand his hand ever so slightly brushed one side of my labia. It was my turn for a sharp inhale. A jolt of electricity flooded my body. He moved his hand slightly back again, inching closer to my pussy with each movement of the car. There it was again, only less of a coincidence this time. There was more pressure.

He repeated the process a few times, moving away until his hand touched my lips, only making my body want his hand there more and more. I am sure that his cock and his fingers were quite wet by now. My juices flowing profusely.

My anticipation grew as I noticed he had turned his hand on the next brush and his fingers were on my slit. Slowly but surely, with each movement of the car, he started rubbing. And while he was doing so, he kept pushing his boner into my panties to the left.

In my mind I tried stopping a few times. Not going to happen according to my body. I felt really ashamed for my feelings. This never happened to me. Never. Not even when experimenting back in the days. Suddenly one of his fingers slid inside a bit. Not much, but enough for me to gasp. My face reddened rapidly. Rory looked at me in a funny way with the sound of my breath, and Jill looked in the mirror, not sure whether or not she had heard right.

"You alright?" she said.

"What?... Sure... Fine..." I tried responding nonchalantly.

He started moving his fingers and his hand more and more until I realized he was not moving it away anymore. In fact I had not noticed that he moved my panties to the side fully and he no longer touching my pussy but yet his hand was moving back and forth. He was not stroking his... was he?

I blushed more now, knowing he was touching himself because of me, and that turned me on even more. When he let go of his member, I could feel it touch my slit. I held my breath... for too long. It caused me to exhale and inhale deeply. Another look from Jill in the mirror. I tried looking away carelessly but it was too late. My eyes locked onto here slightly too long and she must have known, judging from the corned or her mouth angling upward slightly when she looked in the right side mirror.

I could not really take it anymore. I had to have his penis inside me. I tried nudging his arm more under my skirt a few times, but it only made him finger me deeper. I was getting so frustrated. I had to take matters into my own hands. I moved my hand under my skirt without Rory noticing. I pulled at his hand and moved it away. I took his penis and pressed it onto my swollen pussy. Careful I moved back and forth and rubbed his full member on my slit.