George Perry - The willing wife

"Oh," she said with relief when she opened the door and saw it was only the paperboy making his collection.

He waited on the front step while she went for her purse. She was still fumbling in her purse for the money when she returned to the door and was about to give him a little smile for being so patient, when she noticed his attention was focused on her body. He got embarrassed when he realized she was holding out the money and had caught him ogling her. But while he fumbled in his pocket for her change, she gave him a closer look.

Couldn't be more than eighteen or nineteen, she told herself. Just a cute little boy… But there was a bulge in his pants! She was gving all the kids in the neighborhood hard-ons!

She took the change, gave him a smile and quickly closed the door. The move was to protect him from her lecheious thoughts, she told herself. But she was flattered and aroused by the thought of his sexual interest in her body. There was a certain charm about these boys, she decided. Perhaps it was their innocence, or fear that turned her on, she thought. But the prospects ahead dazzled her mind…

The room seemed extremely dark and strange to Jeff and he wondered if he'd ever manage to get any sleep. The teenage boy would rather be dead than do something embarrassing in front of Mrs. Latimer. What would she think of him, he constantly worried, if he accidentally did something wrong? He couldn't bear the thought of her seeing him do something stupid. She might frown on him, or worse, she might laugh at him! That would really be crushing, he thought. Because Jan, as he secretly referred to her, was his idol, and he wished his mother hadn't arranged for him, to stay in her house for the night. His parents were spending the night in New York and Mrs. Latimer had practically insisted he stay with her. For a moment he wondered if she felt the same about him as he did about her. Ridiculous! he told himself. She just wanted company, because Mr. Latimer was also going to be away for the night.

So far he had managed to get through dinner without making a fool of himself. The few hours spent in the living room watching television went smoothly, he admitted. Now all he had to do was make it through the night. But he mustn't sleep! he told himself. Because to sleep would risk having one of those wet dreams… and she'd see the telltale spot on the sheet and be angry.

Then suddenly he was aware that something had changed during the last few minutes. He could not be sure if the door had opened or not. No light had been evident, yet he knew there was another person in the room with him. He knew it had to be Mrs. Latimer, so he wasn't really scared, but he wasn't sure what he should do.

Apparently she was checking to see if he was asleep, he thought, feeling her presence now in the form of breathing. She must be bending low over his face to determine if he was asleep. He remained motionless, making sure to breathe evenly and deeply.

He felt a light touch upon his lips and thought she had put her fingers there, but realized the soft moistness had to be her lips. She pressed her lips harder against his and he hoped she couldn't hear his heart pounding in his chest. The touch of her soft, full, warm lips sent pangs of excitement through his body and he lay there in rapt anticipation, wondering what she might do next.

The bed moved and he could feel that she was next to him. She had lowered her body as carefully as possible into a sitting position close to his head. Then she began to touch him, first on the cheek and around his ear, and slowly down his neck, all with the lightest of finger touches. The total darkness of the room made it easy for him to conjure up a vision of her sitting beside him, recalling with vivid detail how sexy she looked at dinner and how difficult it had been to take his eyes off her full, high, taut tits.

He felt the coven being drawn down and the same delightful touch of those fingers toying with his chest. She was unbuttoning his pajama top and her fingers danced all over his bare skin, once even going past the tie-string on his bottoms. It was delightful and at the same lime terrifying. What should he do if she opened his pants? He had often thought of doing this to her, but having it done to himself was never part of that dream.

"Are you awake, Jeff?" she whispered directly into his ear, her hot breath sending chills through his body.

"Uh-huh," he mumbled, almost inaudibly, I holding his breath to keep from exploding. Over and over he told himself not to be scared. But only his fear of looking, foolish in her eyes kept him from bolting out of there. He had often dreamed of slipping into her bedroom to explore the full, round softness of her body, but never in his wildest dreams expected it to happen in reverse!

"I hope I didn't frighten you," she breathed in his ear.

"Naw," he said, trying to sound composed.

"I was lonesome and thought you might be lonesome too," she said, finding his hand in the darkness and lifting it to her tits. "But I didn't mean to disturb you…"

"I was awake," he reassured her, realizing his hand was being pressed between those perfectly matched globes of flesh that had tantalized him during dinner.

Still holding his hand against her chest, she reached down with her free hand and let her fingers tiptoe down his stomach to where his pajama bottoms began. "Do you like what I'm doing?" she asked, but continued without waiting for a reply. "I love to play 'touch' with strong boys… and make them tingle all over. But I'll stop if you don't like it."

"It's okay…" he gulped. "I don't mind."

Jan was glad he couldn't see the devilish look in her eyes as she used his innocence to gain her own rewards. The thrill of it caused a flush of moistness to escape into the crotch of her panties. The urge to just attack him was checked by the knowledge she must proceed slowly or frighten him off.

Deftly she opened the string on his pajamas and her fingers slid down to the curling, wispy hairs above his hard-on. Then her fingers slid around the base of his cock and slipped lightly over and around his balls. He felt weak all over as her teasing fingers weighed the tight sac, then moved down to his anus, where she toyed at the opening with a tapping finger.

"Did anyone ever play with your asshole before?"

"No," he answered, grinding his teeth together to keep from screaming. He hated and loved it at the same time. But when her finger attempted to enter the small bud, his sphincter muscle spasmed into a tightly closed ring, making it difficult to force her way in. Then she did something that made him surrender completely to the invading digit: she moved his hand inside the negligee, onto the firmness of her breast. A rock-hard nipple quivered in the palm of his hand.

Jan trembled at the touch of his inexperienced hand and the thought of what the touch of it must be doing to him.

"Let me slip out of this nightie, so you can really feel my tits," she said, at the same time popping her finger from his ass, causing him to grunt from the unexpected move. She added softly, "And you kick off your bottoms."

Jeff did as he was told, not wanting anything to spoil his chance to feel her beautiful body.

You lucky sonofabitch, he told himself as he anxiously waited for her to return. The vision of her naked body quickened the tempo of his throbbing cock. Oh shit! Don't come now, you fuck!

Jan knelt on the bed next to him again, but he pulled away. "Is anything wrong?" she asked with surprise.

"Mrs. Latimer… I'm afraid I'm going to shoot all over the place if I touch you."

"The first thing you have to learn," she said in a reassuring voice, "is not to worry so much about things like that. It's only natural to be so excited that you want to come or can't hold it back. And I wouldn't get mad if you shot your load all over the ceiling. Just don't let it worry you."