James Evers - Hungry wives

"Weren't you frightened?"

"Oh, I was at first… but then I started to enjoy it. Afterwards he was as gentle as a lamb. In fact we're going out again tonight."

"You're going to see him again!"

"Yeah… it's my turn to tie him up… and I've got a couple of great ideas about the handle of that kinky whip."

"Marge, you never cease to amaze me!"

"I'm telling you, honey, there's nothing like it. Look… I've got to run… I'll come over as soon as I'm back, and give you all the juicy details… okay?"

"Okay… talk to you tomorrow."

Jenny hung up the phone, and stared at it. Her mind was racing with the same thoughts that had plagued her ever since she had gotten back from Los Angeles.

Should I do it? Should I cheat on Tom? Well, I suppose I already have! But should I do it consciously, willingly, plan it out?

But at this point the questions were academic. Marge's description of her previous evening, and her obvious enjoyment of all that had taken place, had finally convinced Jenny that it was time for her to wake up. Nope! No doubt about it! If I'm going to hold on to Tom, I'm going to have to become a lot sexier than I am now. And today's as good a day as any to start! But where? Who?

Only one face would pop into her mind, only one person had ever made an overt gesture toward her in all her years of marriage, and her remembrance of the incident brought a smile to her face.

"Oh good, Jenny, good," she mumbled to herself. "You're looking to have an affair, and all you can think of is the delivery boy who has such a crush on you that he once grabbed your tit in a fit of passion, and then ran, scared silly by his own action."

For several minutes she played that afternoon over in her mind, chuckling at each clumsy gesture and mistaken intention. But before long, she found herself thinking more fondly of the boy, and his feelings toward her. And now she was considering it, seriously wondering if she should use his affections.

"Oh Shit! Why not! This whole thing is insane anyway, can't make it any more crazy than it already is."

Now that her mind was made up, she moved quickly, hoping to kill any doubts that might spring up with the sheer speed of action. She called the market, and having been assured that John was on delivery, placed a small order to be delivered in an hour.

She then ran upstairs, and slipped into her sexiest nightie. It was powder blue, see-through fabric that came down to just below her crotch, barely exposing the matching panties. The faint tint of her braless nipples stood out through the flimsy lop, completing the look she hoped would be irresistible to the young man.

She nervously checked her face in the mirror, pausing to make sure it was made up to sensuous perfection before going downstairs, and awaiting the young boy's arrival. Fortunately for Jenny, it was only a few minutes before the knock came.

"Oh hi, John… would you be a sweetheart and put that bag in the kitchen for me?"

The young man was frozen at the front door, his mouth open in surprise as he took in her scantily clad body.

"Oh God! I'm shocking you! You're right of course… I should have gotten dressed hours ago, but I'm just feeling very lazy today."

"That's okay," he mumbled, finally shaking himself out of it. "Where do you want the bag?"

"The kitchen table will be fine."

He marched past her with almost comic rigidity, his eyes glued safely to the floor, and deposited his burden on the kitchen table. With equal speed and formality he marched back, heading as fast as he could for the front door.

"Wait a second, John… let me tip you!"

The young man stopped, his flushed face hidden shyly, his gaze rooted on the door.

"Oh damnit! I just remembered I don't have any spare change…"

"That's okay." His voice quivered with emotion.

"No it's not. Look, if you've got a little time, I could fix you a sandwich… would that be okay?"

He debated for several seconds before answering. "Yes… that's fine… I'm on lunch break anyway."

"Great! Why don't you sit on the couch? I've got a casserole I san pop in the oven. You want something to drink while we wait for it to heat?"

"Coffee… if you've got it."

"There's some on the stove, and it's already hot."

The young man positioned himself nervously on the couch, while Jenny raced into the kitchen to pour him his coffee. She filled two cups, and paused to gather her thoughts before returning to the field of battle.

"Oh God," she muttered. "What the hell do I do? What would Marge do? TAKE CHARGE! That's it… I have to take charge… and not waste any time!"

So saying she walked the two cups of coffee carefully into the living room, and took up a position across the coffee table from the young boy. Slowly she bent down, placing the cups on the table, careful to give him the best view possible of her dangling tits as the fabric billowed down towards the floor.

"There you… oh damn! I spilled some… I'd better get it up right away." She raced to the kitchen and quickly grabbed a handful of paper napkins, returning instantly to her place in front of John. "I'm telling you… you've got to get these thing dean right any or they stain."

The young boy was speechless, staring in burning passion at her delicate tits as they wobbled inductively with each sweep of her arm. Jenny too was succumbing to the chimes of lust, her nipple firmly erect, her eyes stealing their furtive glances at the rapidly rising bulge in his pants.

"Then, that should do it," she chirped, coming around to join him on the couch. "How's the coffee?"

"Uh… good! Hot! Good."

"Good!"

For a while they sat in nervous silence, each focused on his on coffee. Jenny took it along as she could, and then decided if was time for action – blunt action.

"I don't ace you much," she said. "How come?"

"No, no reason. I just… I… it… well to be honest, I've been a little embarrassed about… Uh… well you know…"

"About grabbing my breast?"

His face turned red at the mention of his past mistake. "You… I figured you'd have me arrested or something."

Jenny's sudden laughter seemed to relax him a little. "Why in God's name would I do that?"

"I don't know… I just thought… you know."

"I thought… I don't know!"

Jenny's face softened, her eyes staring in total affection at the nervous, inexperienced teen. "John, I didn't mind at all," she sighed, her hands coming up to cup the boy's face. "In fact, I was flattered."

"You were?" he gulped.

"Yes… did you like touching me? Did it feel good to you?"

"Well… yeah!"

"It felt good to me too. In fact, I'd like you to do it again… I'd like you to do it now."

With this she reached down and pulled his hand up, cupping it softly around her small, pliant tit. The young man gasped, fear tingling his nerves. His terrified eyes stared in disbelief at the sight of his hand on her breast, his body immobilized by the shattering reality of this long-desired contact.

Jenny began inching toward him on the couch, her tongue circling her lips. "Go ahead, John… touch them… feel them… show me how much they please you…"

He squeezed harder on her straining breast, his throat loudly swallowing the last morsel of his disbelief. Finally his other hand came up, and he began manipulating the soft fleshy knobs slowly beneath his prying fingers.

In spite of her own insecurities, a kind of dreamy torpor was enveloping Jenny. Her sighs became deep and full-throated as his hands increased their firm attentions, and waves of desire began to flood through her deprived body.

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh… that's it… that's nice! Is it good? Does it feel good to you?"

"Yes," he groaned, "it's good… real good."