J Watson - The unfaithful wife

He realized he had only been fooling himself as he looked into Stella's face. The woman had intelligent eyes and she was probably as cultured as his own wife.

"Won't you come in, Alan?" Elaine asked, holding the door open for him.

Alan stepped into the modern kitchen. Elaine sensed his confusion as she put her hand on his arm. He felt strong. Stella had really picked a nice one this time. Every now and then Stella had brought a dud home. One of those men who couldn't go the distance. Elaine had a feeling that this city man would be equal to everything asked of him.

"Would you like something to eat or drink?" Elaine asked.

"I am kind of hungry," Alan admitted.

"Good," Elaine said. "It's getting time for our supper, anyway."

They had a good supper of steak and wine and Elaine could tell that this was only adding to Alan's confusion. He wasn't sure what to think about them. They lived all alone in the middle of a big forest and yet they seemed to have all the luxuries. They seemed rich enough. And Elaine knew that he was wondering about her education.

"We don't often have guests," Elaine said.

"I can see why," he said. "You're all alone out here."

"Oh, not alone," she said. "There are many houses near here. We're just a little off the beaten track."

"It's not exactly my idea of a mountain cabin," Alan said, laughing. "There is one thing. Stella told me you didn't have a phone."

"That's right," Elaine said. "We don't have any need for one."

"But there must be somewhere I can make a phone call," he protested.

Elaine crossed her pretty long legs. His eyes were almost automatically drawn to the creamy expanse of thigh revealed as her skirt fell away. He began to look uncomfortable. Elaine mentally congratulated her daughter on finding this one. He had just gotten a good fucking from Stella and already his thoughts were on sex. "I'm afraid there's nothing you can do until Monday," Elaine said. "You might as well relax and enjoy yourself. This really is a beautiful place."

"Yes," Alan said, his eyes once more going over her lush body. "I can see that."

"We have plenty of room," Elaine said. "I'm sure you must be feeling tired. I'll show you your room."

"Can't I do it, Mother?" Stella asked.

Elaine gave her daughter a chilling look. Sometimes Stella could get selfish. The young girl had already had her fun for the day. Now it was her mother's turn. Elaine could already feel a slight tingling in her cunny-hole.

"I can show him," Elaine said.

Alan was feeling tired. He was thankful for a chance to go to his room and get his thoughts together. A lot had happened to him that afternoon. He was discovering that he wasn't as bored by sexual activity as he'd thought. He certainly wasn't bored by the vulgar jiggle of Elaine's ass as he followed her to his room.

"I think you'll be comfortable here," she said, flicking on an overhead light.

"Yes," Alan said, looking around the room. "I think I will."

"The bathroom is over there. You'll find everything you need."

"Yes," Alan said. "Except that I should have brought my suitcase."

"I'll send Stella back for it," Elaine said.

Elaine left him alone in the room. He couldn't help feeling that there was something very strange about the two women. He wondered where Elaine's hubby was. He certainly shouldn't have left them all alone this way.

Elaine was back in a few moments. "I sent Stella for your suitcase."

"Thank you," he said.

Elaine walked to the bed and sat down. Again she felt his eyes drawn to her long, shapely legs. She arched her back so that her full breasts pushed out at her blouse. She liked the way his eyes went over her. She seldom got a chance to have a man look at her that way. Her husband was getting old and he wasn't as interested as he'd once been.

Perhaps he understood her needs and that was one reason he would go off like he did.

"Do you find me attractive?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered. Alan felt nervous beads of sweat on his forehead. That was the problem. He found her very attractive and she was coming on to him.

"How about my daughter?" Elaine asked. "Did you find her pretty?"

"Yes," he said. "In a little girl way, of course."

"Did you fuck her in a little girl sort of way?"

He was shaken by the question. He didn't know if he should run or stand there and take his medicine. Somehow she had found out what he had done. He had the feeling that his life was over. There would be a scandal. He wondered how Cynthia would take it. Probably she would be disgusted. There would be none of the duty wife in her. She would leave him high and dry and everyone would praise her for it.

"Don't turn so green," Elaine said. "You're not the first man Stella has screwed."

"I'm… I'm not," he stammered.

"Of course not," Elaine said. "My daughter has a very hot box. I'm afraid that she inherited it from her mother."

She saw that Alan's face had gotten less pale. He was beginning to understand what she was leading up to. Elaine was glad that he wasn't stupid. She didn't like to explain herself to a man.

"A hell of a lot," Elaine said.

"I see," he said.

"You know," Elaine said. "It's awfully Goddamned hot in here."

Elaine stretched like a cat. There was a smile on her face as she began to toy with the buttons on her blouse. Alan could feel his heart pounding. So this was what the luscious woman had been leading up to all along. Alan was surprised that he could get so excited so quickly after having the good fuck he'd had in the woods.

But there was no doubt that he was sporting a boner that would soon tear his trousers open.

"I think I'm going to take a shower," Elaine said.

Alan stared with hungry eyes as Elaine began to undress. He wondered how he had seen so much resemblance between mother and daughter. The daughter was only a young copy. The mother's body was lush and firm. Her big boobs were capped with rosy red nipples that looked as big as saucers.

"Jesus," Alan groaned.

She stripped off her skirt and stood before him in only a pair of pale blue panties. He could see her bushy red cunt and the long pussy hairs curling out from the edges of her panties.

"Do you think I'm nicer than my daughter?" Elaine said.

"You are beautiful," he said.

"I'm ahead of you," Elaine said. "I thought we were going to shower together."

"Sure," Alan said.

Alan was only seconds in stripping out of all his clothes. Elaine admired his body. He didn't have the bulging muscles of some of the farm boys in that area. But he wasn't flabby. He looked well shaped. She especially liked the long thick cock between his legs.

Elaine walked close to his so that her big, pointy tits pushed against his chest. She ran her hand down his body and grasped his pulsating cock. She moved her fingers up and down the firm feeling flesh.

"Mmmm," she said. "You have a nice one. Let's go take our shower."

She held onto his cock as she pulled him into the shower. She turned the water on and stepped out of her blue panties. He loved her long legs. He loved the bushy mound at the junction of her creamy thighs. In fact, he loved everything about this sexy woman.

They got into the shower together and she took the soap. Gently she rubbed the soap over his chest and shoulders. She made him turn around as she soaped his back and ass. He felt her fingers playing at his asshole. He groaned when she slipped one of her fingers into his hole.

"Do you like?" she asked.

"Uh, yes," he answered.

It was a new experience for him. He'd never had his asshole played with before. She slipped her hand between his legs and soaped his balls while her fingers probed at his prostrate gland. Her hand went higher and she was groping his stiff cock.