I watch the nubile girls kick the soccer ball on the field from the comfort of my folding chair. Smiling at my daughter Rebecca, her light brown hair bouncing as she runs. She was probably among the top three players on the team.
Her eighteenth birthday was just a couple months back. Just before the start of school. I couldn't help noticing just what a young woman she was becoming. Slim, with a pretty face. Her budding breasts already looking big on her frame.
Just like her teammates. All of them quite pretty. My pussy shamefully quivers when I look at them.
I'm not attracted to little girls, of course. I'm not even a lesbian. I love my husband. But these girls set something off in me. I get flustered being around them. I just want to touch myself.
I grip the arms of my chair hard as I stare at Cindy bending over. A teen I've known for years. I can't stop staring at her tight little ass. What would I even do with it.
I shiver in the warm afternoon sun. Trying to let go of a need I am unable to articulate.
Where is my goofball husband anyway? Things are never this bad when he is around.
Buying another ice cream sandwich for himself. Of course.
My gaze drifts back to the girls. Now Cindy is fanning herself with her shirt. Smooth tummy exposed.
Edgar doesn't know about my perverted feelings. How could I ever tell him? He's the kinky one. I know he'd love to go beyond our vanilla sex life, but that isn't me. Mrs. straight and narrow.
That's what his 'alone time' is for. To look at all his nasty porn while he masturbates in his man cave.
That would bother some women, but not me. I want him to have a release for the things I can't give him.
I look back to check my husband. My eyes narrow in annoyance. Donna Hardinger is talking to him. Recently divorced, on the prowl, Donna Hardinger.
She leans way in so my husband has a great view of her cleavage. He can't help himself. He is a boob man.
The bleach-blonde woman's tits are even bigger than my own generous double-D's that Eddy loves to play with so much.
I'm sure he would love to tie her up and really go to town on them. Something about that though sends a strange thrill through me. Already turned on by the sexy soccer girls I guess. God I want to touch myself. Or maybe let Cindy touch me.
We could explore our budding feelings together.
Finally the big goof sits down next to me. My heart flutters a bit when he hands me an unasked-for soda. Always so considerate.
"Get a good view of Donna's valleys?" I tease. His face turns bright red in embarrassment.
I put my hand on his and give him a warm smile. Making sure he understands that I'm not angry.
"You're allowed to look." I assure him. Turning back to the game.
Back to the girls.
Everyone is out. Eddy took the kids to see a movie. I could use a couple hours alone, so it worked out.
I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror. Just this side of forty, I still look good. I could stand to lose a few pounds, but my curves all fall in the right places. Big tits, nice round ass. Pretty face with long mahogany hair. Just a little tan. Enough to have tan lines.
I grab my tummy. "Could lose a few pounds here." I say to the empty bathroom.
Soon I slip into the hot water in the tub. I had added bubbles for whimsy. Plus the soap smells nice.
I close my eyes and lay back. The hot water soothing my naked body. For a long moment I rest. Letting the cares of adulthood slip away.
I bite my lower lip with a naughty grin. A look that always gets Eddy going. My hands squeeze my big breasts. I start to imagine the local newscaster naked. A handsome silver fox, and someone I could conceivably run into.
Maybe he buys me a drink at a bar.
Then as my hand slides down my body, through my pubic hair, the fantasy changes.
Maybe I'm sitting naked with the girls in a hot tub after the game yesterday. Some of them naked some of them in bikinis.
It's not appropriate, but I can't help it as my fingers brush against my cunny. Sending thrills through my body, all the way to my scalp.
Cindy would sit on my lap while my own daughter takes off her top next to me. Her budding breasts nearly D-cups herself.
I let out an audible moan as my finger enters my twat. Imagining Becca as she leans in close, grinning at her mother. Her naughty grin so similar to my own. My hands squeezing Cindy's young breasts.
Ooh! It's so wrong. So perverted. What am I?
My thumb brushes my clit sending white hot waves of pleasure through me. Always so sensitive I can barely think every time I flick it.
My fantasy changes. I'm still in the hot tub, but alone. I'm watching as Eddy thrusts into busty Donna from behind. The soccer mom screams his name as she cums. Her pleasure etched onto her face. My husband's dick pounding deep in her wet twat.
I shudder as my own shameful orgasm thunders through me. Stronger than normal. I am lost to the world as the pleasure overrides my senses. My body trembles in the water for minutes afterward as I rest.
Late in the evening I brush my long hair. Sitting in the edge of the bed in little pink panties and a tight T-shirt. Clothes that broadcasted that I wouldn't mind sex, but they would also be comfortable to sleep in if we didn't.
Eddy moves up behind me wearing only his boxer briefs. I shiver as he kisses my neck. "Mmm, naughty." I murmur.
"I can't help it. You turn me on." His hands reach around me and squeeze my breasts through the thin shirt. Giving me a thrill. I do love to have them touched.
I turn to him and we kiss for a bit. Then I break away.
Something has been bugging me. Something I feel compelled to poke. Like a sore tooth in your mouth you can't stop touching with your tongue.
"Do you want to sleep with Donna?" I ask.
I can see his libido fade. As he gets a frightened young-boy look on his face.
"I love you." He tells me.
I smile at him. "I know. But people change. Their needs change." I pat his knee and look down. A little ashamed. "I know I don't fulfill all your needs." I tell him.
"Nonsense. I love our sex life. And you give me...space to explore anything you aren't willing to do. The fantasy is good enough." He assures me. Putting his hand on my cheek.
"Is it?" I ask. "I think I want you to have an affair. To be sure."
"No. I am sure. You are the only woman I want. I don't know where this is coming from, but it's scaring me."
His hand caresses my arm and I feel some tears.
He doesn't understand. Maybe because I don't.
"Are you saying you wouldn't have a threesome with me and some woman?" I press.
"I'd explore anything you wanted. But I'm not interested in...in solo sexual exploits. Only with my loving partner." He sighs.
"No, you're right. I think...I think this is something I need." I look in his eyes. "I've been feeling so...so strange lately. Horny strange."
