Some readers will recognize the skeleton of this tale in one of my other stories, 'Daddy's Little Tease Needs Money'. The reason for setting this story out below is that Nancy wanted her own full version to be published with some of the previous inaccuracies corrected.
When I first married Sam, the sex was incredible. We made love every night, often twice. We bought an extra wide bed and the bedhead rail was spaced so that I could grasp it when I rode him or when he took me from behind. We had mirrors placed around the room, so that we could see our reflections as we had sex. I was a real screamer and we had to soundproof the bedroom to prevent the neighbors hearing. When Poppy, my daughter, came along we put her in the bedroom opposite, but when she asked what the noise was when we accidentally left our door ajar, we transferred her to the bedroom at the other end of the house next to the storage room. If Sam had one disappointment, it was that I didn't let him fuck me in the ass. I explained that I found the idea of anal sex distasteful, so I was still an anal virgin.
Our sex life was so great, it never occurred to me to have an affair, although I knew I hadn't lost any of my youthful attraction. In fact, my breasts had grown remarkably large and Sam said my big round ass shouted "take me from behind."
Sam had said, "Nancy, the men in your office, especially the younger ones, must be continuously drooling over your voluptuous figure."
However, I knew Sam trusted me on my business trips. He understood that the only sexual pleasure I had when I was away was from my 'Big Boy' vibrator.
One day Sam said he'd seen me eying up my eighteen-year-old nephew, Frank, my older sister's son, who cleaned our pool once a week for some pocket money. It was a ridiculous suggestion and I had told him not to be so stupid. He then took the whole joke further and when we were having sex later that same evening suggested to me in a whisper that Frank would love to fuck me. I ignored him, but I think it turned Sam on and made him fuck me harder as that night I was screaming my loudest yet as I had orgasm after orgasm.
It was not that Sam wanted me to have sex with anyone else but him. He always told me that it was important to him that I was faithful. It just seemed to excite him at the thought that I was turned on by someone else
The suggestion that I was attracted to Frank was ludicrous. I described him to everybody as scrawny, although I suppose some women might have seen his body as slender and sinewy. He had the family high cheek bones of my sister and myself but overall his face was very average, although some women might have found his roguish smile attractive.
If Sam had seen me staring at Frank's tight butt, it was only because the material of his shorts seemed so frayed.
Considering we were doing him a favor by employing him once a week, Frank seemed unappreciative and quite rude in some of his comments.
In short, Frank was a very unappealing boy, just like his mom, my skinny sister, whom I detested.
If Sam believed I had a thing about eighteen-year-old boys, it was because I'd foolishly told him about one of my experiences on my business trips.
I'd stepped into an elevator to go up seven floors. The elevator was already full, but I was in a hurry as I was late for a meeting. I squeezed in and turned from the man in front of me to face the doors. Suddenly a young man jumped in just as the doors were closing. He ended up facing me and, as we were all quite cramped up, he did well pulling his body back from me.
Then somebody at the back of the elevator started coughing. He was obviously trying to cover up his mouth, but he couldn't stop coughing and the sound of it was quite bronchial. Suddenly the people near him started to push forward to make what distance they could between the cougher and themselves. Embarrassingly I found myself pushed up against the young man.
We fleetingly made eye contact before we both looked over each other's shoulder. I could tell he was still a teenager, probably eighteen ot nineteen. My big breasts were pushing into his chest; he must have been very aware of them. Even our stomachs were butting against each other. I didn't know if he was a fan of older women with large breasts but I soon found out he was.
His hard erection was unmistakably prodding me in my tummy. When I glanced again at him, his face was bright red. He was clearly terrified that I was going to say something and I couldn't help feeling sorry for him.
Suddenly the lift halted between floors with a judder. I think it was at its weight capacity when I got in, but the young man must have increased the problem. As the elevator juddered, so did our bodies, causing some friction. I thought I heard the young man moan softly.
Just then a voice came over the speaker in the elevator.
"This lift is over the weight limit. We will use the emergency lever to gradually raise you to the next floor where you must all get out. When we've reset the main mechanism, you may reenter or use an alternative lift. However, please note that the maximum number of persons should be twelve."
We could then all hear a cranking sound and the lift gradually started to rise, but juddering all the way.
As our two bodies were now unintentionally rubbing together, the young man was now moaning softly, his face even redder and his breathing harder. After about ten seconds, he gave a loud moan and suddenly went rigid and quiet. I knew he had cum in his pants and wondered if there might be any stain on my skirt.
When the lift stopped, the young man was the first out, rushing off. I looked down and was relieved to see that I had no marks on my clothes.
Taking out my phone, I called my colleague to say that there had been a problem with the lift, that I now had a headache and I was returning to my room to lie down. My colleague was sympathetic and assured me he could cover for both of us.
Five minutes later I was in my bedroom, quickly removing my clothes until I was naked on the bed with just my 'Big Boy' vibrator in my hand. I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened in the elevator. My breasts had been jiggling against the young man's chest as his boner was being rubbed through his pants by my belly with every judder of the elevator.
I moaned as I opened my legs and, holding the vibrator in my left hand, gently began to slide it over my clitoris. The feeling between my legs was wonderful as my juices started to flow. I was pinching my nipples with my right hand as I began to press the vibrator harder against my clitoris. I was remembering the young man's heavy breathing as I shut my eyes and let my sexual stimulation become more intense.
Eventually I could feel my orgasm building and, just before I climaxed, I slid the vibrator straight inside me.
"AAaargh!" My scream rent the air as my senses exploded with the force of my orgasm. My body was shaking as I lay there, slowly coming down from the height of passion. Eventually, I lay there quietly, thinking what an incredible experience I had just undergone.
I regretted afterwards telling Sam about what happened. I had known that he wouldn't think of me as being unfaithful as, after all, I'd really only had sex with a vibrator. The pushing of my body against the young man was not something I could have avoided. However, it did reinforce Sam's conviction that I had a thing about teenage boys, even though I told him that it was nonsense.
The next time I went on a business trip, nothing exciting happened. I told Sam that I had used my vibrator to help me relax, but I didn't tell him that I was thinking about the young man in the elevator as I climaxed.
It all started with Frank a couple of months later. My daughter had gone away to university and Sam was away on a business trip. The house was quite quiet and the only person coming around was Frank to do his regular Saturday cleaning of the pool. He wouldn't be doing it much longer as he was going off to college, but that wouldn't be a problem as the days were getting cooler and we would be soon be covering the pool for the winter.
I was in the kitchen watching Frank through the window as he swished the net from side to side to catch the leaves. I suppose I was looking at his frayed shorts as suddenly he moved his head around and caught my eye. I looked away hurriedly and carried on tidying my kitchen. It must have been five minutes later that he came into the kitchen.
He must have entered silently and crept up behind me, because the first thing I was aware of was him putting his arms around me and squeezing my breasts.
I shrieked in anger and wrestled around to face him. He was wearing a silly grin which infuriated me even further and I screamed at him.
"GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE!"
I was seeing red as I slapped him hard on his face and added in a lower controlled but hard voice, "and never come back."
He just shrugged and walked straight out.
I leant against the cupboard breathing heavily. How dare he! I was so angry I felt like smashing something. I counted to ten and decided that I had to lie down.
As I walked into the bedroom, I knew exactly what I was going to do. I stripped off my clothes quickly and took out the 'Big Boy' vibrator. Lying back on the bed, I was still feeling shaken from what had happened. I knew I needed some light masturbation to relax me and I started moving the vibrator over my clitoris.
Pretty soon, with my eyes closed, I found I was relaxing and starting to get sexually stimulated. I tried to get the vision of Frank squeezing my breasts out of my mind but failed and found that I was getting aroused even quicker than usual.
I was building up nicely to an orgasm. I was pressing the vibrator harder against my clitoris and squeezing my nipple, getting prepared to thrust the vibrator inside me. I was getting nearer and nearer and was just about to push it in, when I became aware that there was somebody in the room.
I held my breath as I opened my eyes and saw Frank, naked, with a phone in his hand videoing me. As I screamed, he put the phone down at an angle that was still videoing me and then advanced to the bed.
I was aghast. I knew that the sight of my voluptuous naked body couldn't fail to excite him and I gazed with horror at his big erect cock that seemed huge against his slender frame.
At the sight of him I had thrown the vibrator to one side and slammed my legs together. However, it was all too late, he must have been enjoying the sight of my clitoris becoming wetter and wetter as he'd silently watched me.
As he walked towards me, his lustful eyes were only too clearly signaling his intentions and, as he grabbed my ankles, I shrieked at him.
"NO! NO! NO!"
His mouth was open as, breathing heavily, he pulled me down the bed towards him and forced my legs apart. I tried desperately to push him away, but I was still feeling the pitch of sexual intensity and this made my arms feel weak. My whole body was pulsating with the heat of my sexual stimulation.
Having a beautiful voluptuous older woman in a high state of sexual excitement, virtually a captive for whatever lustful act he wanted to do, must have been his greatest fantasy.
I was sobbing now, pleading with him, but knowing it was hopeless as I realized he would only be satisfied when he'd inserted his big teenage boner deep inside me.
