Jill Morton slipped deeply into a reverie as she stared out her kitchen window at the young man mowing their lawn. He wore only a brief bikini swimsuit and his muscles rippled under his sun-tanned skin as he worked. The beads of perspiration that glistened on his body only enhanced his sensuous appeal. Jill responded unconsciously by caressing her breasts through the fabric of her robe for several seconds before pulling her robe open and slipping one hand down to play with her pussy. Although she didn't masturbate very often, her hands knew just what to do and it took only a few minutes for them to get her off.
Jill was so engrossed in her fantasy that she didn't notice her husband standing in the doorway. When his wife's spasms ceased Jerry Morton spoke.
"Well, that was interesting."
Jill's face turned white and then bright red when she realized she'd been caught.
"Ohmygawd Jerry!" she gasped. "You frightened me."
"Would you mind telling me what it was all about?" her husband asked calmly.
"Oh...ah...well, ah...I just was noticing how much Johnny reminds me of you when you were that age," his wife explained sheepishly.
"Oh. Well I guess that stands to reason," Jerry replied. "After all he has good genes," he added, referring proudly to the fact that Johnny was his nephew, the twenty-year-old son of his younger brother Joe. Jerry and Joe Morton shared the same angular features and muscular body types of their father and many of their ancestors, but Johnny was the only one of their four sons who looked anything like either of them.
"I guess," Jill responded meekly.
"Gee, I sure don't remember you reacting like that to me back then," Jerry teased. "In fact, I think if you'd ever seen me dressed like that you'd have raised hell about it and told me to get dressed."
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry," Jill sighed. "Things were a lot different back then."
"Yeah, tell me about it," Jerry responded glumly. "Back then I think I spent half my waking hours with a hard-on, and I was lucky if I found something to do with it once or twice a week. Now, if I'm lucky I have a hard-on once or twice a week and it seems like you're horny all the time."
"I know Jerry. I said I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up a sore subject."
The subject of sex wasn't exactly a sore subject around the Morton household but it wasn't a favorite one either...especially for Jerry. At fifty-two his sexual appetite had diminished, as had his ability to perform. On the other hand, his wife was undergoing one of those mysterious quirks of aging, as her sexual appetite seemed to have blossomed as she reached menopause.
This wasn't the first time that Jerry had suspected his wife of fantasizing about some guy she'd seen, although it was the first time he'd caught her with her hand in the cookie jar, so to speak. He'd never seen her masturbate before and he found the sight quite exciting. In fact, the entire episode had been strangely arousing. If he hadn't been certain that Jill would brush him off as weird, he would have suggested they go upstairs for a quick fuck.
Jill Morton quickly put that embarrassing episode out of her mind, but Jerry couldn't forget it. In fact, he thought about it a lot and each time he did, his cock got hard. A couple of times that week, Jerry used the memory of that erotic scene to inspire an erection that he then used to satisfy his wife. Although she didn't question her good fortune, Jill noticed the change and was curious about it. Normally she had to work diligently with her mouth and fingers to get Jerry up enough to penetrate her, and even then he never got really hard like he used to.
Early the next Saturday morning Johnny was back at his aunt and uncle's house doing more yard work. Since his first job was to clean the pool, he was again stripped down to a skimpy bathing suit. This time Jerry watched for his wife's response and was disappointed that she stayed in her study upstairs in the front of the house appearing to take no notice of the young stud. He decided to call Johnny's presence to her attention just in case she hadn't heard him arrive, but Jill brushed him off.
"So? I'm sure he'll do a fine job without my supervision," his wife replied curtly. Jill was embarrassed at even this indirect reminder of her previous behavior.
"I'm sure he will," Jerry countered. "It's just that you took such a keen interest in him last week."
"Jerry, I really wish you wouldn't keep reminding me of that silly episode," Jill rebuked him.
"Sorry. I wasn't aware that I had," Jerry said as he closed the door to his wife's study and beat a hasty retreat down to the den. He didn't know what to make of his wife's erratic behavior.
There is one place in the upstairs hallway of the Morton's home where the floor squeaks slightly whenever anyone steps on it and as Jerry sat watching TV he heard the telltale sound of his wife stepping on that spot. He assumed she was coming down, perhaps even to watch Johnny, but when she didn't appear, he became curious. He waited a few minutes before removing his shoes and silently climbing the stairs. The door to their bedroom was open just a crack so Jerry peeked in and instantly his suspicions were confirmed.
Jill Morton was staring out the window into the backyard. She had to be watching Johnny. Her robe and panties were lying in heap at her feet leaving her completely naked. Even from the back Jerry could see one hand massaging her breasts and between her slightly spread thighs he could see her fingers working feverishly in her cunt. Jerry watched and listened as his wife worked herself toward orgasm and felt himself getting aroused as well. When Jill came, Jerry pulled back from his vantage point and prepared to make a hasty departure thinking she might leave the room. Instead after a minute or two he heard muffled sounds of pleasure again emanating from their bedroom so he looked back in. When Jerry noticed that his wife was back at it with even more vigor than before, he made a fateful decision to intervene. His cock was the hardest it had been in years and Jerry needed relief too. He slipped off his pants and shorts and quietly pushed open the door.
Jill Morton didn't know of her husband's presence until she felt his touch. She shrieked and made a futile attempt to cover herself as he grasped her arms and pulled her to the bed.
"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" she wailed as she tried to push him away but Jerry wouldn't release her. Instead, he pressed her back onto their mattress and forced her thighs apart with his knees. Then he climbed over her vulnerable body and rammed his cock into her wet pussy. Jill's protests immediately ceased.