Andy Gorman: The wife went wild

"He's been too tied up at his office, but now he's on holiday I'll see he does the right thing by his wife," Babs said, kissing Jeff's cheek.

"Well, if he wants any help I'm always available," Tadd offered.

"I'll remember that," Babs said, and the excited gleam in her eyes showed she meant it.

Over a barbecue lunch with a generous supply of vintage California wines, Jeff decided to take a long walk to see some of the luxurious houses farther up the beach. Sue and Tadd decided to go with him, but Babs declined.

"I'm taking it easy this afternoon after all that sun I had this morning," she said. "I'm just going to curl up with a good book and do nothing."

"And I had enough walking at golf this morning," said Paul. "You old guys can show how tough you are if you like!"

"And of course you young guys have to conserve your energy, don't you?" Sue said with a sly wink at Paul.

Babs went to her bedroom when the others had left for their walk. She had drunk enough wine at lunch to make her feel just a touch lightheaded. It was a warm afternoon and before lunch she had changed into a skirt and blouse.

She stretched out on the bed with her book, but did not read. Her mind kept going back to her encounter with Paul.

For a mad moment she had an impulse to go to his room and see what he was doing, but quickly suppressed it. He was only a boy trying to be a man, she decided, and it wasn't her place to pander to his ideas.

She took her book and began to read. She had read only two pages when she heard a scratching at the door and Paul peeped in.

"I thought you'd be having a nap," he said, crossing to the bed and sitting on it.

Babs' heart started thumping and she was on the point of telling him to go away, but her womanhood kept appealing to her to let him stay.

"No, I'm not asleep, but you shouldn't be here."

"Why not… too much of a temptation?"

"Good Lord, no," Babs said, brushing him aside. But her heart throbs began to be echoed between her legs.

Once that throb in her groin started it was only moments before she was aware of the wetness of pussy-juice oozing. One thing she was sure of – Paul wouldn't go any farther than he had on the sundeck earlier. He might pretend to be a sophisticated man, but his inexperience would hold him back from trying to seduce her.

She felt a tingling in her nipples and was conscious that they were poking at the front of her blouse. She did not have a bra on and not only the shape, but the color of her nipples could be clearly seen.

She casually looked out the window, well aware that Paul's eyes were fixed on her billowing tits. Babs had noticed the fullness at the front of his trousers increasing and it thrilled her to realize she had that effect on Paul. It always excited her when men started to drool over her and the increasing size of Paul's crotch bulge showed that he was nearing the drooling stage.

Paul gulped hard and Babs could see his hands were shaking. She had felt he was overconfident, but now that he was close to her and she had made a tentative move to excite him by almost pushing her tits into his face, he had become a little nervous.

Babs was enjoying herself watching Paul. She bent her knees and her skirt rode up, exposing a good length of her thighs. Paul gave a low groan and shifted uneasily to relieve the pressure in his groin. Then he stood up and wriggled to allow his cock to rise.

Babs chuckled as she looked at his crotch.

"Trousers a bit tight, eh?" she inquired with a chuckle. "Maybe you're too well-hung for that size."

Paul, who had been so harsh and forthcoming when he came into the room, was less sure of himself since Babs had shown signs of becoming more sexually aggressive. A shy reluctant schoolgirl facing seduction was one thing, but a hot, mature, sexually aware woman looking for cock was something else altogether. Paul wasn't too sure he could handle the situation at that moment, and felt he should retreat from the room, but the throb in his cock compelled him to stay.

Babs' tits tightened the front of her blouse so much that the top button came undone, exposing her cleavage. The way Paul looked at her milk-white tits excited her and she bent her legs a little more. Her skirt rode up, exposing her panties.

Paul licked his lips and gulped.

"Something wrong, Paul?" Babs asked teasingly.

"N-no," he said hesitantly. "Do you want me to go?"

"Why should I want you to go, Paul? Any girl would be excited to have a strong, good-looking guy sitting with her."

Paul glanced at her cleavage again and quickly looked away.

"You aren't shy, are you, Paul?" Babs said. "You told me out on the sundeck earlier you thought I had perfect tits."

She unfastened the buttons of her blouse and pulled out one of her tits.

"There… how do you like that!" she asked provocatively.

Paul just gaped and his hand dropped to his crotch.

Babs pushed her blouse off her shoulders and pushed both her tits out at Paul. Her sexual temperature was rising as she saw Paul gaping hungrily at her.

"Still think they're nice, Paul? A girl likes a guy to admire her tits."

"They're beautiful, Babs… more beautiful than I thought they would be."

"Did you think of them when you jerked off?"

Paul shook his head and tuned away to hide his embarrassment from Babs.

"You did tell me you jerked off thinking about me."

"I… er… well… I…" Paul looked extremely uncomfortable.

"Come on, Paul," Babs said, throwing her arm around his neck. "We're friends. Would you like to touch my tits?"

Paul put his hand out and stroked a tit. "I'd like you to suck it, Paul."

After a moment's hesitation, Paul bent and took a nipple into his mouth. Babs held his head against her and sighed with lust. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He sucked the nipples deep into his mouth and the warmth and softness of Babs' tits made his mouth feel good.

"That's lovely, Paul. I love feeling your tongue stroking my nipples."

Paul groaned loudly. He took his mouth away from her tits and watched his hand kneading them, his fingers twiddling the saliva-wet nipples.

"Oooow, Paul, you're a very good lover. Kiss me, darling."

Babs put her lips up to him and he gave her a quick kiss on the side of her mouth.

"A proper kiss, Paul, please, I want a proper kiss. I'll bet the little girls at the surf club wouldn't be satisfied with a peck like that. Kiss me like you kiss them."

She offered her lips to him and he put his mouth against them, but her tongue forced its way between his lips and a moment later their open mouths were pressed against each other in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. The excitement made Paul dig his fingers into her tit.

"Mmmmm," Babs murmured, "That feels good."

She let her hand drop to his crotch and grasped his cock. What she felt made her gasp.

"My God, Paul, that's big and stiff! Is it always big like that when you're with a girl?"

"Sometimes… it depends on the girl!"

"Would you like to jerk off now? It must be very uncomfortable inside those tight pants. Why not take it out and let me see it. I'd love to. Stand up, darling."

When Paul stood up, Babs leaned over and unfastened his belt. Her hands were shaking and she had difficulty in finding the tab of his zipper. She pulled it down and eased his trousers over his hips. She pulled at his shorts, but they caught on his cock. Paul pulled off his shirt and Babs got her first look at it.

Babs gasped when she saw it and licked her lips nervously. Paul's cock stood up, almost touching his navel. It was the first uncircumcised cock she had seen. It looked to her like a menacing torpedo with its faintly purple nose cone partly visible at the end of it.

Babs circled her thumb and forefinger around Paul's foreskin and gently pulled it down to expose the head, which burst out like an opening flower on a sunny morning. The head gleamed wet and looked ready for action.