The Hotwife

Part One

 

CHAPTER ONE.

 

He was going to college in the fall, so he was fair fame. My husband encourages me to cheat on him because he gets off on it. Jerry has only two rules for me. First, I have to tell him about every guy I fuck. Second, it can’t be any of our close friends.

He never said anything about the boy down the street who mows our lawn. He didn’t say anything about fucking an eighteen year old boy.

Caleb lived a couple of streets over and has mowed our lawn and done some general yard work for the past four years. Jerry can’t be bothered to obsess over blades of grass, so he’s happy to let someone else do the work for him.

The same can be said of fucking his life.

Okay, no. That’s not fair. Jerry loves fucking me, but we don’t do it every night. We save it for special occasions. I get to have a lot more sex than Jerry and we’ve grown to love our special relationship.

I was a little worried about seducing Caleb, not that he wouldn’t want to fuck me. I wasn’t worried about that. Even in my mid-forties I was confident in my appearance and body. The concern came in with Caleb either blabbing to everyone he fucked the neighbor’s wife, or maybe he had some twisted ideal that sex was best saved for marriage. I had learned that marriage had little to nothing to do with sex.

Caleb was a smart kid, that I knew. Handsome in a slightly awkward way. He wasn’t an Adonis or a jock, but had the body of a trim young man. I decided to adopt the role of the older woman teaching him the ways of lust.

It was a hot day at the start of summer. I was home and Caleb was mowing the lawn. I was banking on teenaged boys always being horny. Once I heard the mower stop, I went on the back deck in a camisole and running shorts. Not slutty seductive, but athletically sexy. I had to keep my body in shape in one way or another and I used every exercise possible to prevent the spread of middle-aged complacency.

“Anything else I can do for you, Mrs. Foley?” he asked after he put the mower away.

Usually I had some minor gardening or some such for him. Today I wanted to say, Yes, take me to my bedroom and fuck me, but that seemed a little to forward. Instead, I sidled up to the subject.

“Would you like something to drink? It’s awfully hot today.” I glanced up at the sky. I had been outside long enough to just start to perspire. I hoped Caleb found that attractive. He was incredibly hot and sweaty, with beads dripping off his forehead and being absorbed into his t-shirt. I wanted to tell him to take his shirt off. His shorts were loose and I wondered what he was hiding inside of them. I decided to play a game and see if I could make him get hard and play spot to boner in his shorts.

“Uh…sure.”

I was positive his answer came about because I had a pitcher of iced tea sitting on the table next to me along with two glasses. The air was humid and I had used enough ice to make the pitcher’s exterior as sweaty as he was. I had considered dosing both with a shot of alcohol, but rejected that idea. Fucking an eighteen year old was perfectly fine and legal, but giving an eighteen year old alcohol was a crime. Go figure that.

I poured for both of us and wished there was bourbon mixed in with the iced tea to calm my nerves. “You know, Caleb, I wouldn’t be offended if you took off your shirt while you worked. It’s awfully hot.” I was repeating myself. I sounded like an idiot.

He laughed, but not at me. “Yeah, but I’d get sunburned right away. Northern European genes.” While Caleb wasn’t blond, or really a redhead, he was very fair with auburn hair. And a nice firm jawline that was sprinkled with fine whiskers that I wanted to kiss. I watched as he swallowed almost the entire contents of the glass in one gulp. I watched his prominent Adam’s apple go up and down. It was kind of sexy.

“That’s too bad,” I said. “I love sunbathing. All French heritage. I tan up lovely.” I smiled at him. “I’d offer you a swim, but as you know, we don’t have a pool.”

With a chuckle, he nodded his head. “That’s okay. I’ll shower at home. It’s only a five-minute walk.”

As I ran my hand up and down one of the thin spaghetti straps holding up my camisole, I said, “You could shower here.” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. When I met up with other men to have sex, I had flirted with them over Tinder or some other meet up app. The seduction with them was over; with this young man, it was just starting.

Caleb laughed uncomfortably. “That’s okay, really Mrs. Foley.”

I brushed the camisole strap off my shoulder. My top didn’t fall down. I have smallish tits, but no one has ever complained about them. Caleb was staring at my chest now. I wondered if the outline of my nipples were visible. I always thought that was sexy. “Don’t call me Mrs. Foley. Call me Denise. And for a smart kid, you are missing something obvious, Caleb.” I flicked my eyes down to his crotch. There was a very obvious sign of hard meat under his shorts. Either he knew I was coming on to him…or he was reacting like any eighteen year old boy in the presence of a reasonably attractive women. Either way worked for me.

“Missing something?” he asked. He voice had gone soft.

“I’m trying to seduce you. Is it working?” I pointedly looked at his crotch and he tried to shift out of the way.

“Uh…yeah. But you’re just kidding around.” I could see he was nervous. I liked that.

Slowly, I shook my head. “No. I’m not. I’d love to take you to my bed.” I kept my words subtle. Going to bed wasn’t nearly as threatening as telling him I wanted to fuck him.

“You’re married,” he said trying to wiggle out of the conversation.

“My husband doesn’t care, so why should you?” I didn’t want to go into my relationship with Jerry at the moment.

“I’m hot and sweaty,” he said, clearly looking for a way out of this.

“I don’t mind, but that’s why I offered you a shower.”

He shook his head. “I probably shouldn’t,” he said.

The word probably gave me hope. “You don’t want to go to college a virgin, do you?” I asked him. “Or do you have a girlfriend?”

He swallowed again. I knew his mouth was dry. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

I stepped close to him, close enough to feel the heat of his body. “Good. You don’t want to do it the first time with someone you love. You want to do it with someone you lust.”

The pupils of his eyes were wide open. Caleb was tall enough that I had to go up on my toes to kiss him. His lips were soft and he kissed back with some uncertainty in what he was doing. I took became aggressive with my lips and tongue. He didn’t mind at all. Our bodies pressed together and I could smell his sweat, his musky scent, and feel the dampness of his body. It was hot and sexy and I knew we were going to have sex, even if he was reluctant or nervous now.

After a minute, our kiss broke. I was grateful for the tall privacy fence around the back of our property; the neighbors couldn’t see anything. I didn’t break out embrace entirely, but I moved my hand between us and cupped his hard cock through his shorts. “I think you want to fuck me,” I said.

“Yeah…” he agreed.

I turned around and walked toward the house holding his hand, leading the way. I was certain his eyes were on my ass. My husband always said my ass danced in running shorts. I hoped that Caleb could appreciate the fine art of dance.

“Take off your shoes and socks,” I told him as I kicked off my sandals. He did so and I led him through the kitchen, up the stairs, and into my bedroom. Another glance told me his cock hadn’t gone down at all. Maybe he was an ass man.

Alone in the privacy of my bedroom he found some confidence which he used to pull me to him for another kiss. I could feel his cock pressing into my stomach. I was still inflamed with desire, but in the air conditioning inside the house, hot and sweaty was mess fun. His confidence grew enough that his hands went to my waist and he slipped them under the material in the back.

I pulled back. “Okay, a few rules. First, you don’t talk about this with anyone. Anyone.”

Caleb nodded. He would agree to anything at this point.

“Second, you do what I say.”

“Okay.”

“Third, this is about sex, not romance. I’m married. I’m not leaving my husband. This is just to fuck. Got it?”

“Yes.” He nodded eagerly. Caleb’s eyes had brightened; he knew I’d be punching his V-card shortly.

“Last, I like clean things. Get in the shower and wash up. I’ll be waiting for you.” I pointed at the bathroom door.

He was uncertain and nervous.

“Take off your clothes and go take a shower,” I told him firmly. He started walking to the bathroom, but I stopped him. “Take off your clothes here. I want to watch you strip.”

I’m sure I was the first person who had ever said those words to him. Caleb was ready, however. He pulled off his t-shirt. There were freckles all over his rounded, muscular shoulders. His chest was hairless in the manner of young men. He didn’t shave his chest; that was obvious. Pausing for just a moment with his hands at his waistband, he looked at me and I nodded. He had to pull them out far enough to get around his hard cock.

I was delighted with what was revealed. He wasn’t huge, but Caleb’s cock would certainly please any woman he slept with…including me. Light brown, almost reddish hair, trailed down from his belly button to the thin nest around his cock. It was beautiful seeing his manhood stand up. I wanted to run my fingers over it, but not yet; I didn’t want him to cum too soon. I wanted to linger over every moment.

“Shower,” I said, pointing to the bathroom door. He obediently walked away, his cock bouncing ever so slightly. I watched his taut, smooth buttocks as he went into the bathroom.

We had a modern shower. No door or curtain, just a glass block wall three-quarters up the wall dividing the room. It descended in a stairway pattern. I stood in the doorway and watched while Caleb showered away his sweat, rubbing his body with soap. He knew I was watching and grinned at me as he stroked his cock a few times making sure it was clean. I was glad he was comfortable with me watching. It set up our relationship the way I wanted it to be.

His erection never went down. My husband couldn’t keep it up that long, even with chemical or mechanical help. The shower took two minutes and Caleb emerged dripping wet, his shaggy hair hanging around his face. I went up to him and kissed him again, holding his cock with one hand and the other behind his neck, pressing up against him.

“I’m getting you all wet,” he pointed out.

“You already got me wet.”

“Your clothes…”

“I’m not talking about my clothes, but if they bother you…” I stepped back and pulled my camisole over my head, showing off my tits to him. They were still firm and high on my chest because being small has its advantages. “Come to my bed,” I told him, turning on my toes and sauntering out. He eagerly followed behind. I’m sure his eyes didn’t stray from my ass in my tight shorts.

Right before I got to the bed, I hooked my thumbs into my shorts, bent over, and pulled them down my legs. There have been times when I’ve wished for long legs, but life is easier when they’re shorter. I know I gave Caleb more than an eyeful of my ass and everything else as he followed me to the bed. There was no pause as I climbed naked except for my jewelry onto the bed and swept aside the covers to sprawl on the crisp sheets.

“Ready?” I asked him. The pose I adopted hid more than it revealed; one leg bent at the knee and angled so my pussy didn’t show. My breasts might have been visible, but they were obscured by my upraised leg and the way I propped my hands on my knee. This was the sort of position I would take with new lovers who were over the age of thirty. I didn’t need to play such games with an eighteen year old boy. There was no need to get him revved up; he was a teenager and full of hormones. All he needed to get going was a stiff breeze and the idea of a woman.

“Yeah!” He nodded eagerly and joined me on the bed. Everything he did had the mark of an amateur, but I didn’t mind. He climbed on top of me and threatened to trample me to death. I should have made him get on his back and ridden him, but I wanted to feel the weight of a man’s body against mine.

Since he didn’t know what he was doing, it was easy to take control. I did that by reaching down and firmly grabbing his cock. It wasn’t gigantic, but nicely sized. I felt bit like Goldilocks; it wasn’t too big or too small, but just right.

Maybe a little big…but that was okay.

“Do I…should I…need a condom?” he asked, stuttering as I fitted his cock head into my entrance.

“No way,” I breathed in his ear. “I want to feel you raw. Don’t worry. I’m safe.”

That was more than good enough for a teenaged boy. I pulled him into me and he thrusted as hard as he could, filling me up, stretching my walls. There was no resistance to him going in. He was like a steel bar and I was slicker than an oiled floor. I grunted loudly when he was all the way in.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, panicked.

I emphatically shook my head. “No. Feels good. You filled me up.”

“Good,” he mumbled. Some things are instinctive for every man. He propped himself up on his elbows and started thrusting into me with his cock. His rhythm was terrible and he didn’t know what he was doing, but he had enthusiasm, he was beautiful, he filled me up, and I loved having sex with new men. Those were good enough for me at the moment.

When I had sex as a teenager, it wasn’t great, but neither was it terrible. I was mostly too fast and too unsatisfying. It was too fast with Caleb.

“Oh god, oh god,” he cried out as he came, shaking against me. There was a strong, sudden gush as he came just inside my pussy. It was hot and sticky and turned me on even more, even if it didn’t complete my needs. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

I shushed him. “It’s fine. I expected that to happen.” I kissed him on his forehead, his cheeks, his lips. “It’s fine. We can do it again,” I promised.

“We can?”

Laughing, I gave him another kiss. His cock was still mostly hard inside of me. “You have to,” I told him. “You didn’t get me off. You wouldn’t your first time with a woman to be a disappointment to her, would you?”

“Okay, but right now?” he asked with uncertainty. “I don’t think I can.”

I pushed him off me. His cock slipped free of my pussy and I felt that sensation of emptiness after sex. “We’ll wait a few minutes. I’m not worried about the recuperative powers of a horny eighteen year old boy.”

He flopped onto his back and I traced my fingers up and down his smooth chest. We weathered the moments in silence until I became bored and restless. I could have made him go down on me for some relief, but I was saving that for later…as something special.

Instead I went down on him. Knowing nothing about Caleb’s sexual history, I could only speculate if he had ever received a handjob let alone a blowjob before. It didn’t matter. He tasted delicious. Clean, with just a hint of soap, but more importantly, I could smell and taste his cum coating his cock combined with the flavor of my pussy. It was an intoxicating mix that I could never get enough of.

Caleb moaned deeply as I sucked on him. I wanted to know what was going on in his head while I blew him, but it was hard to talk with my mouth full of cock.

At that moment, I couldn’t figure out why more middle-aged women didn’t take much younger lovers. Yes, maybe they didn’t have the skills of an older man, but they certain had endurance and the ability to rise to the occasion more than once a day. At that point in my life I had slept with over twenty men. I should have fucked a younger one years before. Then again, maybe I wouldn’t have appreciated it as much if I had done it earlier.

“Hold still,” I told him as I slipped on top of his body. He seemed stunned, not certain what to do when my mouth came off his cock and I used his body as a jungle gym. Luckily Caleb wasn’t dumb. He knew that I knew what to do, and in a moment I was straddling his hips with my legs, holding his rock-hard cock in my hand, as I lowered my pussy onto him. The little noises of pleasure he made as I sat down were the highlights of the moment. I loved being in charge, loved that I was showing him how to fuck, loved that this was all about me.

“If a girl ever gets on top of you to ride your cock,” I told him, “it means she’s really into you and she wants to fuck more than you do.”

“Really?” he seemed surprised at this bit of semi-bullshit wisdom I dropped on him.

I ground my pussy down on him. Feeling my clit rub against his pubic bone caused a shiver to run up my spine. I braced my hands on his chest and started working my hips up and down. I was wet and already full of his cum. Our bodies glided together like a well-oiled machine. This time I was fully able to enjoy myself. He didn’t cum right away and I loved being in charge. Caleb grew less shy and his hands wandered from my ass to my tits and back again. He didn’t tweak my nipples like a little boy would, but caressed them like a real lover. It was near-perfect. The only annoyance was my necklace bouncing between my breasts. I swept it around so the length hung down my back.

When I came, it was in a series of pussy-clenching spasms where I groaned so deeply and loudly I was certain I was shaking the house. My performance, such as it was, pushed Caleb over the edge and he came inside me again.

We must have dozed off immediately afterwards, my arm draped over his chest, my thigh pinning down his. I awoke with a start and noticed I had lost an hour. I couldn’t blame him for passing out. He had just mowed my lawn and been forced to fuck me twice. The poor kid was exhausted. I was just a housewife with a strong sex drive. I fell asleep because I was lazy.

“One more time?” I asked him as I kissed him awake. The fine, blond whiskers on his cheeks barely tickled my lips. In reality, I didn’t need to ask because my hand was already on his cock and it was hard. Not as hard as before, but it was getting there.

“Should we?” he asked, nervously glancing at the clock.

“We have time,” I promised him. “I’ll even let you be on top this time.”

His cock performed just like an eighteen year old boy’s should. We rolled into position and I opened my pussy to him. It felt a little gluey and full from his previous loads, but that was okay. I let him figure out what he was doing. He knelt between my legs, cock in hand, slowly exploring my pussy, before he found the proper entrance and sank deeply into me.