David Crane: The wife_s young lover

She had been inspired by the boy next door.

Mike Parker was a good-looking athletic young fellow. Marlene often saw him in his back yard, which was next to her own and, quite naturally, she often used Mike as a part of her inspirational fantasies. She had never intended to seduce him, certainly, although she would have liked to. But it would be far too dangerous to start anything with the kid next door. If his parents ever found out. Well, it simply wasn't viable. Sneaking off to the slums and paying a gutter kid to feed her some dick was bad enough – but it was safe.

That morning, Mike had knocked on her back door.

Marlene hadn't been dressed yet and when she heard the knock she looked out the window, wondering who on earth could be calling so early.

When she saw Mike standing there, her cunt started to steam and flood automatically.

Did she dare answer the door naked?

No, she mustn't. But she could wear her sexy, transparent negligee. The idea thrilled her to the core. She couldn't do anything – not with Mike – but she could at least have the pleasure of giving him a good look at her lush body and watching how he reacted. That was safe enough – especially if she acted as if she didn't realize how much of her body was on display, as if she figured Mike was too young to be interested.

She quickly slipped into her filmy robe and went to the door, opening it and looking surprised – as if she hadn't known who was there.

Mike's eyes bulged out.

Marlene pretended not to notice.

The flimsy negligee clung to her curves. Her big nipples were outlined, pushing out. She had secured the garment by a belt at the midriff, allowing it to gape open at the top so that her cleavage showed and to drift apart at the bottom when she moved her thigh forward.

"Why, hello, Mike," she said.

"Errr… ahhh… our telephone has gone on the blink and I wondered if I might use your phone, Mrs. Metcalf?"

His eyes were moving all over her, and he was blushing bright red. His reaction delighted Marlene.

"Of course," she said.

She showed him into the front room, walking ahead of him and undulating her hips. As the boy dialed the phone, she sat on the couch, her pose casual. She moved her legs apart as if by accident.

Mike was watching her and pretending not to be watching her.

She stretched. She picked up a magazine and began to glance at it, so that Mike was able to stare openly at her, without having his interest noticed. And then, feeling absolutely wicked, Marlene pretended to scratch her leg and, in the process, managed to draw the folds of her negligee apart so that Mike could see her naked pussy.

Although she was carefully avoiding his eyes, she could feel his vision burning into her crotch. It was almost as if his gaze had tactile properties, as if her were caressing her with his hot eyes.

Marlene almost creamed.

Mike's voice was rasping as he spoke into the phone. Marlene sneaked a glance over the top of the magazine and smiled when she saw the huge bulge in the front of his trousers.

He wanted to fuck her! She was thrilled. If only he had been a stranger, a delivery boy or someone like that – even if he lived down the street, instead of right next door.

In fact, if Mike had suggested it, Marlene would have fucked him, danger be damned. But Mike had no idea that she was lusting for him. He assumed that she had displayed her pussy by accident and that she would have been outraged if he tried to seduce her. He made his call a brief one. He felt that he had to get out of there before she noticed his hard-on – or before he fainted from the extent of his arousal.

He thanked her for the use of the phone. Marlene walked to the door with him, managing to brush her tit against his arm as she showed him out.

Mike dashed home and jerked off vigorously.

But Marlene didn't masturbate, strangely enough.

She started to. She sat on the couch, in the same position in which she'd let him look at her cunt, and began to rub and caress herself, but she stopped before she reached an orgasm. She was too damn hot to settle for a hand job.

Ht for young cock!

But where in hell could she get some?

She considered several possibilities. She might send herself a telegram and seduce the boy who delivered it, or wander over to the athletic field and try her luck, or go, to the drugstore where young men hung out – but none of those ideas appealed to her very much.

Then she got the brilliant idea that she might drive into the city and find some boy in the slums, someone who hat no idea who she was or where she lived so that there could be – no possible danger of getting found out.

The moment she thought of that, she was determined to do it. It was shameful, certainly, but Marlene was far too aroused to worry about that until afterwards.

And so it was that, inspired by having let Mike Parker see her cunt, Marlene had ventured into the seamy downtown streets and found Billy Wilson.

Now she was hotter than ever.

She had one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand on her smoldering cunt as she drove home. I must be crazy, she thought. Why did I do that terrible thing? Well, I wanted to is why. But why in hell did I suck him off instead of letting him fuck me? Now I've committed a wicked sin – and I'm still horny for more.

She was almost tempted to drive right back to the corner of Green and Broad and ask Billy to give her some more dick.

But she resisted the urge.

She drove into her garage and sat in the car for a few minutes, playing with her cunt with both hands. It felt so good that she didn't want to come, to end it too soon, and each time she felt the thrill starting to approach the crest she took her hands away and let her pussy cool down a bit, then started stroking it all over again.

Her crotch was so sodden that she was soaking the leather seat with cuntjuice.

She decided to go into the house and finish the hand-job in the bedroom, in comfort. When she slid out of the car, her creamy snatch squished between her legs. She felt as if her crotch were combustible, as if tongues of flame might start licking down her thighs and up her belly.

Marlene was astounded at the extent of the hot lust that was lashing through her loins. It had always made her hot to fantasize about seducing young men, but now that she had actually done it, she found that the memory was far more stimulating than the pure fantasy had been. How long was this going to last? she wondered, half-fearful of such consuming passion. Was she going to be racked by desire day after day, now that she had taken the initial step into depravity?

The thought left her of two minds: on the one hand, she enjoyed feeling sexually aroused and subsequently relieving herself; on the other hand, she liked to have some say in the matter, some control, so that it was up to her to determine when she would allow her passion to take fire, consciously deciding to think about young prick and get all worked up as a prelude to a leisurely hand-job – a coldblooded approach to a hot-blooded condition. Now she was afraid that she was going to be hot all the time – or at totally unexpected times – so that her pussy would start creaming inconveniently, when there was nothing that she could do to cool it off.

Well, she would think about that possibility later. At the moment, her aroused condition was convenient and she could take advantage of it without interruption.

She moved down the covered passage from the garage to the house, pausing halfway along the promenade to raise her skirt and give her foaming twat a few strokes. The passage entered into the kitchen, and she passed through into the front room, where earlier that day she had managed to accidentally let Mike Parker get a look at her cunt.