The next few days after Tammy's afternoon with Paul and Jimmy and Paul's girlfriend, went by slowly and with a great deal of thought on the part of the young wife. How did she go, over a matter of just a few weeks, from loving wife and mother to total slut for this man she barely knew? The answers would not come but she also realized that each day without Paul or her body being touched and used was an agony she didn't want to endure. A switch had been turned on somewhere inside of her and she had no control over these incredibly strong needs.
Tammy was afraid too. She knew that her behavior had consequences and that if discovered, her life that she cherished would change dramatically. She valued her reputation and standing in the community and was very fearful that Jimmy would tell his friends about her. She also remembered promising him that he could take her any time he wanted to and she hoped he didn't follow up on that offer. On the other hand, Tammy knew that any teenaged boy like Jimmy would never forget being promised sex anytime he wanted it. And, if Tammy was truthful to herself, she was constantly in a state of sexual arousal since all this had begun. Never being the sexually aggressive one in her relationship with her husband, she found herself trying to entice him into having sex almost every night. But most nights her husband was just too tired and told her that she looked great in her new sexy lingerie, but she would have to wait until the weekend. Tammy was frustrated and worried and sexually tied in a knot.
It was Thursday and she knew that Jimmy would be mowing the lawn today. She didn't know if he had other plans for her and she frankly didn't know how she would respond if he made a pass at her. She wanted to be strong and regain her dignity and preserve her marriage. She didn't want to be a slut wife but she was so unsure of how she would react. As all these thoughts were playing all morning long through her beautiful blonde head, she was startled to hear her back doorbell ring. As she walked through her kitchen to the rear door, she saw Jimmy standing there waiting for her to answer. Tammy was trembling slightly as she opened the door for the well built teen.
"Hi, Miss Tammy, I will be out here cutting the lawn today," he smiled down at her.
"That's fine Jimmy, if you need a cold drink, just let me know," she replied.
"No thanks, I brought my thermos. But when I get done, I will be back to see you, so you might want to get on a short skirt and top and some high heels. I like it when you look sexy." He said as his eyes roamed her body.
"Listen, Tommy," she whined at him as he turned his back to her and walked out toward the shed.
"I'll be about an hour," he called over his shoulder as he went for the mower and gas can.
Tammy felt that she needed to put a stop to this before it got completely out of hand. Yet, she could feel the same sexual need and desire she had the last time Paul and Jimmy were at her house. Her emotions were conflicted. She knew this was wrong. Much worse than with Paul who was a grown man. Jimmy was a kid. Well, a very big kid who had already used her once before. She was feeling the wetness build as she tried to fight her need to give herself to this boy.
As she was thinking and telling herself all the reasons this was a bad idea, she felt herself moving up the stairs to her closet. He body was moving on its own as she argued with herself.
She pulled out a very short black skirt and matching black thigh-high stockings. Her shoes were the sexy open toes heels she bought the week before that strapped around her ankles. She remembered buying them and thinking that with the ankle strap, they would stay on as Paul fucked her. But they weren't for Jimmy she told herself as she pulled the tight yellow tank top over her head to cover her already erect braless tits. The dressing took very little time and she sat at her makeup table and applied some light perfume and eyeliner and hot red lipstick. Brushing her blonde hair back she rose to look at herself in the mirror. The stockings were barely covered by her short skirt and her hard nipples were very evident through the fabric of the yellow top. Surveying her reflection in the mirror, she liked this look. She was being transformed from the wife and mother into a sex hungry slut.
She left the room and went down the stairs as the phone rang. She picked it up in the kitchen where she could see Jimmy as he was finishing the lawn. His shirt was off and she was drawn to his muscled young body walking behind the mover.
Tammy was jolted back to reality when she heard her husband's voice say hello.
"I just called to tell you that I may be an hour or so late for dinner tonight. Some clients are in town and I am taking them for drinks before I head home." He explained.
"Oh, sure, I guess that's okay. I haven't started dinner yet, so take your time," she told him while her eyes watched Jimmy come in from the yard and enter the kitchen door.
'Okay, it shouldn't be too late. Also, is Jimmy there mowing yet? I hope so because it might rain later and I want the lawn done," he asked.
Jimmy had walked to her as she spoke and ran his fingers over her shoulders and down her arms.
"Yes, dear, Jimmy came by this afternoon and is doing his work," she shuddered at his touch on her bare skin. Jimmy smiled knowing that she had her husband on the phone. He dropped a hand to her hard nipples and slowly rubbed them over the yellow top as she listened to her husband.
"He's a good kid and does a really good job. When you pay him today, make sure you give him a very good tip, okay," he told her.
Jimmy was driving her crazy with his hands on her body. Her nipples were hard as rocks and her body was reacting strongly to this boy. He took the hem of the skirt and pulled it up in the front to expose her naked pussy. His hand dropped and then a finger ran the full length of the wetness and moved up inside her. Her hand covered the receiver of the phone as she gasped from the sensation.
"Oh, God," she moaned as the finger moved inside her.
"Tammy, did you hear what I said? I want you to take care of the kid," he repeated with an edge to his voice. She tried to get her voice under control before she spoke.
