Jane Fox: The horny wives

Betsy nodded.

"Well, it can't do any harm," Henry replied, "and who knows, it might be fun."

"All right," Betsy started off. "You pretend that you're up in the tree, peeking at me. I'm Miss Mortensen. I've just gotten ready for bed and I've got a really thin nightgown on. Ready?"

"Why, Henry Wilson!" Betsy sputtered, pretending to be the fabled Miss Mortensen. "I see you in that tree peeking at me! Come in here this instant and apologize to me!"

"But… Miss Mortensen. I w-was only… climbing the tree! I w-wasn't peeking at you honest, I wasn't," Henry stuttered, acting as if he were fourteen years old again. "I… I… I won't do it again, honest!"

Henry knew that there was no use in arguing. He approached Betsy, who was sitting on the couch in her housecoat. "I'm sorry, Miss Mortensen," he said quickly and turned to go. "I've got to get home now. My mother's expecting me!"

"Henry Wilson, you stay right here!" Betsy said angrily. "I want to know just why you were staring at me! Now tell me!"

Henry gulped in surprise. He really felt like a fourteen-year-old boy caught in the act of peeking at the town librarian! He looked at Betsy furtively. She stood in front of him and Henry could see her firm titties swelling beneath the transparent dressing gown she wore. He had never seen anything like this before!

Henry swallowed again nervously. What could he say? He couldn't really tell Miss Mortensen why he had been peeking at her! He couldn't tell her about how his young dick got hard just watching her and how he jerked off outside her window! He just didn't know what to say!

"I… I… I don't know, Miss Mortensen," Henry finally said in desperation. He knew Miss Mortensen would be mad at him for not telling, but he figured tat she would be even madder if she knew why he stared at her every evening.

Betsy walked seductively past Henry to shut the door behind him. "Now we're alone, Henry," she said in a sexy voice. Betsy was playing her part to the hilt. She wanted to really excite Henry and get him to believe his fantasy.

"Now you don't have to be afraid that someone will see you here with me," she continued in a very seductive tone of voice. "I want you to be honest with me and tell me why you've been peeking at me every night."

Henry swallowed with difficulty. He blushed a bright beet-red. "I… I… I don't know, Miss Mortensen," he stammered again miserably.

"Then perhaps you can tell me why you're staring at my ass now," Betsy calmly asked, in a perfectly normal tone of voice.

What could poor Henry say? He just swallowed again and turned a little redder in the face.

"Do you like my ass?" Betsy asked calmly, turning around quickly and catching Henry by surprise. She was getting a little more daring now, but she knew she couldn't be too bold. She didn't want to scare Henry back to the present!

"Do I what?" Henry asked in a choked voice, not daring to meet her eyes. He blushed uncontrollably.

"I said, do you like my ass?" Betsy repeated clearly. "I notice that you've been looking at it for quite a few minutes now. What do you find so interesting, Henry?"

"Oh… I'm sorry, Miss Mortensen…" Henry stammered, completely flustered. "It's just that… I've never seen anyone wear such a… I… your dress is so…" He stopped, looking like he was ready to burst into tears at any moment.

"Don't be silly, dear boy," Betsy replied. "Of course you're not sorry! You meant to look, now didn't you? We don't have to play silly little babyish games, do we, Henry? I know that you wanted to look at my ass, and I don't mind a bit! Come now dear. Admit it! You wanted to look at my ass, didn't you?"

"I… I… I… Of course I did, Miss Mortensen… I mean you're so beautiful! I've never seen anyone look so beautiful! Your dress… It's so… so… so…" Henry trailed off, unable to find the right word.

"Seductive?" Betsy suggested. "You mean my gown is seductive, Henry? Sexy? Is that what you mean, dear?"

"Uh… Uh… YES!" Henry replied, not sure what he should say. No matter how he answered Miss Mortensen's questions, he had the feeling that he was getting himself deeper and deeper in trouble.

"You sound like you're not really sure, dear," Betsy replied. "Don't you like my sexy gown?"

"Uh… yes… of course I do…" Henry said in a weak voice.

Miss Mortensen was making him very flustered and he hoped that she wouldn't notice the hard, aching bulge in the front of his pants. Every time he looked at her lush body his prick grew a little more, until now it was almost bursting out of his pants.

Betsy smiled. She licked her lips sexily. "I'm gad you like my ass, Henry. My goodness! You can't even see it very well through this gown I'm wearing. Wouldn't you rather see it better, dear?"

"Uh… uh… uh… yeah! I mean, sure!"

Henry replied, not knowing exactly what Miss Mortensen had in mind but wanting to agree with everything she said.

Betsy turned around and lifted her gown slowly, exposing more and more of her shapely legs until the gown came right to the crack of her beautiful, shimmering ass-cheeks.

"Do you want to see the rest, Henry?" she asked, turning her head to look over her shoulder at him.

"Yes!" Henry gasped in a strangled voice. "Oh, God!"

Henry almost came in his pants as Betsy revealed the full globes of her quivering ass-cheeks for his inspection.

"Oh, God! God!" Henry moaned, putting his hands over his eyes and peeking through his fingers at her beautiful ass-cheeks.

"Do you like tern?" Betsy asked, playing her part perfectly.

"Oh, yes!" Henry answered loudly. "I can't believe it! I just can't believe it!"

"Oh, it's really happening all right," Betsy replied. "Everything is very real. Here… touch my ass-cheeks and you can tell that it's not a dream!"

"Touch you?" Henry gasped, not sure he had heard correctly. "You mean, me touch you?"

"Yes," Betsy replied. "I mean reach out and touch my ass-cheeks. I want you to feel my ass, Henry. You should be thrilled. After all, it's not every boy that gets a chance to feel his librarian's ass-cheeks! Come on now, dear. Quickly, before I change my mind and offer this opportunity to another boy a little older!"

Betsy was so excited by this strange game she and Henry were playing that she almost quit pretending to be Miss Mortensen and grabbed Henry right then and there! Her pussy tingled and throbbed between her legs. She could feel the sticky cunt-cream start to flow, filling her pussy and dripping down her legs. She was HOT!

Then she looked at Henry. Henry had almost changed in appearance! His face looked twenty years younger and he had an innocent expression that Betsy had never seen before. Henry really believed that he was a young teenage boy again, being seduced by the town librarian!

Betsy could hardly wait for Henry to actually touch her. She could sense his muscles tensing, preparing for the reach to touch her ass-cheeks. She longed to feel his quivering, uncertain hands on her.

Henry stood there, scared to death. He couldn't believe that Miss Mortensen actually wanted him to touch her ass! He swallowed hard and tried to control the aching and pounding in his hard prick.

"Me… are you sure?" he stammered almost inaudibly, blushing deeply and not daring to look Miss Mortensen in the eye.

"Yes!" Betsy replied. "Of course I'm sure, dear. Feel my ass, dear. You'll love it. Don't be nervous. Just reach out and feel my smooth, silky ass, Henry. Hurry! Hurry! If you wait too long, I might change my mind!" Then she moved backward, right up against Henry's hand.

"Ooooooh!" Henry groaned as he felt her ass-cheeks right up against his shaking hand. He rubbed the smooth flesh tentatively, lightly running his fingers over her silky globes. "Oooooh! Your ass is so smooth, Miss Mortensen!" he gasped, unable to bide his pleasure.