(From my novella The Summer I Watched, available at all the big online retailers here.)
Before I could say anything, the two college kids were walking naked into the house, their perfect asses vanishing indoors as both Maria and I followed them with our eyes.
“Well then,” I said, taking another drink. “Looks like Fiona is fitting in just fine. Are they an item?”
“Oh, I think they’re just friends. What’s the word they use? Friends with benefits. I kind of like that. She’s too young to be serious about anyone.”
“I guess that’s good,” I said, wrapping my arm around her. She was beautiful in the evening air, her hair tied back and her breasts sitting just below the water. When she kicked her long legs out in front of her, I fell in love all over again, and for a long while I sat there marveling at my beautiful wife, nearly forgetting the last few days.
“At least he’s treating her well,” Maria said, turning and climbing onto my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me gently. “And from what I hear, he’s rather talented.”
“Ah to be young,” I mused.
“And hung,” she said, a giggle escaping her lips as she caught herself.
“He does seem rather gifted in that department,” I said, pulling her closer to me. She was straddling me now, and I kissed her again, my hands moving up from her ass to her breasts.
“It was hard not to look every time he got out of the hot tub,” she whispered, her lips against my ear. “And it didn’t help that Fiona kept teasing him under the water. He was practically hard the last time he got out to get more booze. And my god….”
“Did you like that?” I asked, feeling myself grow hard between her legs. “Did you like ogling that twenty-year-old boy and his big cock?”
“It’s been a long time since I had anything like that inside me,” she whispered, grinding against me as I moaned my appreciation. She was far more forward than normal, but I wasn’t going to stop her. The tremor in her voice was instantly different than the other night when she teased me, and I wondered if something had changed within her. Maybe after five years of me telling her how hot it was to think about, she was finally letting herself go.
“Have you ever had something like that?” I asked, wondering how far I could push it before she pulled back.
“I’ve had a few, but not as young and built as him. Oh to be Fiona right now,” she said, reaching between her legs and rubbing me against her. “I suspect she’s doing what we’re about to do.”
“Did you like watching him?” I asked, holding her right above me. “Did you like staring at his naked body?”
“Oh god, I did, Marc. Is that horrible? I was looking at our twenty-year-old neighbor, and I don’t think he minded at all.”
“Did you think about it?” I finally said, pushing inside her. She sighed as she sank her hips down around me letting me fill her cunt.
“About what?” she asked, moaning as we fell into the familiar sensation of my body within her.
“About what he would feel like,” I said, hoping it was the right question.
“Yes,” she confessed, starting to move faster. “Is that bad, or does it turn you on?”
“Keep going,” was all I said.
“I just remembered what it was like to fucked by someone that big, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I imagined Jason taking me upstairs instead, and wrapping my lips around that glorious thing until he was begging for me.”
“Do you want to taste that cock? Do you want to feel him grow hard in your mouth?”
“Oh god yes, I would make him feel so good. And then, when he was nice and hard for me….”
“Say it,” I told her, fucking her harder and faster as she closed her eyes. “Tell me what you’d do.”
“I’d lie down on my back,” she moaned, slowing down until we were both nearly frozen on the bench. “And I’d watch as he crawled between my legs, kissing his way from my thighs up to my mouth before I reached down and took that big cock in my hand and rubbed it against myself.”
“Keep going,” I begged, longing for the lust I heard in her voice. This wasn’t just my fantasy anymore, and I was in heaven.
“And then I’d feel him open me, pushing into my cunt as he fucked me so hard, Marc. God, I would do terrible things to that boy…”