Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only. You must be 18 or older to read this story. It contains descriptions of unprotected vaginal, oral, and anal sex. It contains descriptions of betrayal, adultery, infidelity, sex with guilt attached, and sex acts not performed out of a desire for the character's own gratification but out of guilt. The latter might be construed by some to be non-consensual or at least coercive. It contains depictions of self-destructive behavior, unauthorized videotaping, and contains a violent (towards him) marital argument. There is additionally seduction, exhibitionism, first time multiple men in the same day, undeclared dominance and submission games, loss of male virginity, voyeurism, sex toys, a wife cleaning another man's ejaculate off her husband's penis with her mouth, urination, squirting, and sexually gratifying light whipping or spanking. If any of this will offend you, please read no further. Neither the author nor this website condone any of this activity in the least. Masturbation: you'll never let yourself down.
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Chapter 1
Lin Chen Andrews smiled at that handsome young man Thomas as she spotted him crossing the street from the university campus and approaching her shop. Tom Jacobs was tall, like her husband Bruce Andrews, but lean. Also, he was a college kid in his early twenties, much different than Bruce, who was almost sixty. Tom was much younger than her, too, for Lin was in her early fifties. Despite her age, because of her Asian heritage and her regular workouts, she looked to most people to still be in her mid thirties. She was very short, only five feet, and delightfully curvy.
Lin’s storefront was open to the street, separated by a counter for taking and ringing up orders and for giving people their food or coffee. Tom walked up to the counter, and said, “Hi Lin!”
“Hi, hi, hi Tom!” she replied enthusiastically, smiling up at him. “I saved a sausage one for you, or we have bacon, and ham.”
“I’ll try bacon this time.” Lin started to heat up a bacon Poke Ball. It was her own recipe, a large rice ball with meat and spices served up with a fork in wax paper. Lin had just opened her shop on Monday. Now it was Thursday, and Tom and his tousled mop of blond hair and t-shirts with inexplicable symbols on them had come for lunch every day since she opened. Now Tom’s friends were starting to show up as well.
“You’re such a good boy! You come to my shop every day. I’ll give you a discount.”
“No need Lin. I get plenty of money from my parents. You’re just starting your shop. In fact, keep the change.” He handed her a twenty.
“All right,” she said, putting the twenty into her register. She didn’t have the heart to tell him that she didn’t need the money either. Her husband Bruce made plenty. She had opened the shop because she had become so bored and lonely sitting around the house all the time while Bruce was off working. She was stir-crazy. She wanted some excitement in her life. Of course, there was always a use for money. There was that new couch she had her eye on.
There was a back area to the shop for food preparation separated from the front by a swinging door. Lin’s big sister Wanda walked out with some newly prepared Poke Balls. After introductions all around, Wanda joked with Tom, “Watch out for her flirting with you! She’s a respectable housewife now, but in her younger days, I could tell you stories.”
“Stop! She’s lying,” insisted Lin, blushing.
“But I’ve been trying to flirt with Lin,” said Tom. “She just tells me I’m a good boy and hands me my food.”
“That is flirting!” said Wanda.
“Stop it,” protested Lin. Even so, as she handed over his Poke Ball, Lin looked deeply and intently up into Tom’s eyes, and said, “Good boy.” Now she knew he knew she was flirting with him. She felt like a shameless hussy for the first time in a long time. It felt so exciting! Anyway, it was entirely a fantasy. Surely such a handsome young man would never take a serious interest in an old woman like her.
Lin was not good at seeing herself as the highly desirable woman she was. Tom stood there for a moment, struck, then finally said, “Oh yeah. Thanks. See you tomorrow.” He turned on his heel and walked back towards campus.
The very next day, Tom was back. “I looked into why your café is so hard to search for on the Internet. It turns out that there’s a very popular video game called Pokemon, and Pokeballs are things used in that game. So those are the only Poke Balls that show up in a search.”
“Okay, thanks,” sighed Lin. Another setback.
“I wish there was something I could do to help,” Tom continued.
“Here,” offered Lin, “Come move some boxes.” She let him behind the counter and led him to the back room. Wanda was back there making more Poke Balls. “Go up and help the customers,” Lin told her. Wanda left the room quietly, giving her a look like, what are you up to, sister?
There were indeed some boxes of supplies blocking the back entrance needing to be put up on shelves. After moving them, Tom asked, “Anything else?”
Lin had taken over making the Poke Balls. “Not unless you can cure my sciatica,” she replied.
“Well,” said Tom hopefully, “I am a nursing student, you know. I know where the nerves are.”
Lin knew he was a nursing student from earlier conversations, and was hoping he would say that. “Could you rub me?” Lin even managed to get out the request without stumbling over it. It was a big departure for her to be this forward. While alone, she had practiced this line into the mirror dozens of times and was now thankful at having done so. Was she going against the Buddha's five precepts? Surely not. She was merely asking for help with her sciatica. This was not wrong. She was just shy about it, and because of this shyness had to practice asking for help. This was not wrong!
“Sure, have a seat,” Tom replied, at first thinking nothing of the harmless request.
“I have to make Poke Balls.” Being industrious was absolutely not wrong. She shouldn't interrupt her work for this indulgence.
This is how Tom ended up sitting on the floor of Lin’s prep room at eye level with Lin’s ass, which was barely concealed by stretch pants, as he rubbed the nerves in her ankles and calves and Lin continued to work on the next batch of Poke Balls. This is exactly where she had fantasized him, and based on the shy glance that passed between them, she guessed that he knew that. This was still not wrong. She was shy, was all. Shyness is a part of life and nothing to be ashamed of. The fact that she had fantasized about this a few times recently while her husband Bruce was having his pleasure on top of her, that was merely harmless fantasizing.
After all, this is what Bruce had been bugging her about for years. Mostly she had ignored it. Over the last few years, as she had grown more bored and feeling alone at home, as Bruce's lovemaking had grown more mundane, she had begun to secretly fantasize about it, only because she wanted to please and respond to her husband, of course. If she used such harmless fantasies to be a little more excited under him, where was the harm? It was beneficial to their marriage. It was her duty.
She found herself wondering how innocent this young man was. Probably about as much as she was, she guessed. By her age, she had had a couple of husbands and a couple of boyfriends in between those husbands. Her guess was that Tom had had a couple of girlfriends by now. She was curious. Asking a harmless question was not wrong. “So, you have a girl?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Why not?”
“I’m just busy with nursing school. I would love to have a girlfriend right now. Also, I’m still hoping that the girl I left back home will wait until I move back. We talk, but I’m not holding out much hope she’ll still be waiting for me by the time I return. That’s life.”
“Ow,” said Lin.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Hurts good,” she responded. “Rub harder. Ow, ow. That’s hard enough.” He had now moved up to the outsides of her thighs. His hands were strong. There was pain, but his rubbing was also feeling delicious. It was delicious because it was relieving the constant low level pain from her nerves. That was all. Nothing was wrong here.
She blushed as she realized it was also delicious because a man younger than her sons was rubbing her up and down her legs. It was really delicious because she also caught him looking in an interested way at her butt, and she could see a bulge in his jeans. It was extra delicious because she could feel herself starting to make wetness in her pussy for him.
Yet, surely she was just getting a bit carried away in her mind and her heart. She must be imagining things. This was harmless help. She was just an ugly old woman who needed help, and this nice young man was innocently providing it.
“How is that?” said Tom, getting up off the floor.
“That was great,” said Lin a little breathlessly. She wasn’t concentrating much on her Poke Balls anymore.
“Can I touch you here?” he asked, pressing his thumbs into the nerves in her ass.
“Ow yes hurts good,” she breathed, before she could think about where he was pressing. Only her lovers had ever touched her there, and not this well. Tom’s hands were magic. Then she felt his erect cock pressing up against her butt crack through his jeans and her stretch pants. It felt big. He kept massaging in a way just painful enough to be perfectly delightful as he rubbed his hard cock against her backside. She was helpless with punishing pain and excruciating pleasure, crime and punishment all at once.
“Do you want to do anything more?”
Lin was pretty carried away with this moment. She needed to do something, or else she must let Tom have her this instant. Suddenly, she thought of a solution to their sudden and unexpected lust. She should merely plan forthrightly and matter-of-factly to be with this boy. Surely the Buddha would never actually allow it to happen. This would be her path to understanding the Buddha's intention for her and for this. She could do this properly. “Sorry, not now. We need to prepare.”
“Prepare?”
“Yes. I need to tell my husband. This is required.”
“What do you think he’ll say?”
“He has always been saying he wanted me to do it. I just never did it before. It's my job to tell him. It's his job to stop me. But he won't.” She felt dizzy and hot admitting this.
“Fair enough.”
“And you need to prepare, too. You need to be clean. You need to show me you’re free of all diseases.” She was terribly afraid of sexual diseases, yet even so, barely restraining herself from pulling her pants down for Tom this very moment. He was a good boy. Surely he was clean. Her hands lingered on the waistline of her stretch pants. She was grateful and resentful that she had blurted out this fearful demand. Surely this task would take him many weeks, and by then, he will have found a proper girlfriend. He wouldn't be teasing a bored, weak-willed old lady anymore.
“No problem. I can show you I’m free of disease on Monday.”
She swallowed hard. Hadn't she, in her fantasy, thought of another rule? Oh yes. “Another rule. If I want it, I will wear a skirt. If I don’t want it, I will wear pants like today.” Now she could just say "no" with her clothing choices. Easy. This was good because she didn't think she could resist Tom a second time. Now all she had to do was dress properly.
“Okay.”
“Good boy!” Lin said, grabbing Tom by the face and looking deep in his eyes. She gave him a little kiss. Surely this was not wrong. It was just gratitude. She chased him out the back door of her shop, breathing an immediate sigh of relief.
Her sister knocked. “Are you decent?”
“What are you talking about?” Lin scoffed, poking her head out of the back room.
That evening, she spoke to Bruce. He was inside her, her legs spread wide, him pumping away deep in her tighter-and-wetter-than-usual pussy with a look of pure bliss on his face. Forgivably, she was overtaken with lustful feelings. He was forcing her with his motions to blurt it out. “Uh! Hey you!” she sputtered between moans.
“Hey me what?” Bruce responded playfully.
Bruce had noticed her. Now Lin had to say the rest. “I have a boy from the college I want to do.”
“Really?” Bruce responded. He paused above her, but then started moving again. She knew he was pretty excited by this point. It was hard for him to stop and talk by this time in their lovemaking, or do anything but finish.
“Uh! Yeah really!" Having admitted to it, Lin was consumed by her lustful feelings. "Really okay?! Uhhh…” She came as she felt Bruce starting his short strokes in her.
“Uuuuuuhhhh!” Bruce came hard in her, shuddering more strongly it seemed to Lin than he had in a while.
Lin could not deny to herself that this meant yes, Bruce wanted her to do it. Still consumed by lust, she confirmed with wet satisfaction, “I’m going to do it.” Surely he would now stop her.
“You’ll be safe?” Bruce asked breathlessly, the moron.
“Of course! I’m not stupid!” Lin responded with sudden anger.
“Of course not, honey,” Bruce responded. “I’m just trying to ask the right questions. Will you tell me about it after?”
Lin looked away from Bruce’s eyes. He wasn't going to stop her. She didn't know what she was going to do now. She really couldn't say.
“I’m fine either way, but think about it. I’d like to hear. It’s all your adventure, all for you. I just want you to be safe.” Bruce’s cum, quite a lot of it, was now starting to spill out of Lin all over her ass and the bedsheets. She pushed him to get off her so she could start cleaning up.
On Monday morning, after Bruce left for work, Lin stood looking at two outfits spread on the bed: stretch pants or a fairly short skirt she had bought a few weeks ago and had almost returned one week ago, her only skirt. That she even had the skirt out on the bed felt sinful. It was all too much. She’d just opened a new shop. Why was she complicating her life? So she quickly put on the stretch pants and left for work.
Around noon, Tom came up to the counter. After the exchange of cash for a Poke Ball, he leaned over far enough to get a glimpse of her stretch pants and then stood up. She looked at his face. He didn’t look that disappointed, but he was making that face men make when they are trying to not look disappointed. He was a little artificially cheery. He was even holding his Poke Ball and fork in an artificially cheery way. “Any problems?” he asked.
Wanda was in the back, so she could speak freely with him as long as they kept it elliptical. “No, I asked him, and he didn't stop me. It’s just that since I just opened the shop, it seemed like too much.” She looked at the non-disappointment on his face. He really was a very handsome young man. “It was just too much today,” she added, trying to cheer him up a little. Why was she trying to cheer him up? She felt the desperate want welling up in her to drag him into her back room again, rules or no rules. She at least should stick to her own rules, though. Impulsively, she took out her phone and took a picture of him.
“What was that for? Was he curious?”
“No," she lied, needing to avoid the subject of her Bruce's curiosity. She would not embarrass Bruce so. Then she told the truth. "This is for me to look at when I get dressed in the morning.”
“Good idea. Be my guest. Anyway, here’s my application.” He slid an envelope across the counter and then casually but not casually in the way only youth can manage, turned on his heel and walked away towards campus.
She went into a stall in the public bathroom nearby and opened the envelope. Inside was a set of rapid test results for STDs dated over the weekend from the student health clinic on campus. They showed Thomas to be all negative. It gave her some comfort to know her assessment of Tom had not been overly rash or colored by her attraction to him. He really was the sweet clean boy she thought he was. She peed, needing to get back to work soon. Her pussy was itching now. It increasingly seemed that the universe wanted this to happen. Maybe she should have just surrendered and worn the skirt today.
But it was just as well she had worn the pants, she thought. Her sister was leaving tonight to go back home. She didn’t need to compound her predicament by making her family suspicious.
The next morning, she was staring at the two outfits on the bed again. This time, she pulled out her phone and pulled up the picture she had taken of Thomas. Looking at him, she was still afraid of the whole situation. Part of her was surrendered to it. Part of her wanted to hide. She started touching herself through her panties as she looked at Tom’s picture and looked at the two outfits, still just a bored housewife with a harmless fantasy. For several minutes, indecision and lust paralyzed her, except for the hand caressing her pussy through her panties. As she started to feel the wet on her panties from the excitement she was causing herself, she gave in, dropped the phone onto the bed, and started to put on the skirt.
That lunchtime, before Tom could even open his mouth to order his Poke Ball, Lin silently grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the back room. He noticed the skirt on the way. It was pretty short and looked great on her. She bent over the food preparation table, flipped up her skirt revealing her bare ass and no panties underneath, and before she could stop herself said, “I want it in.” All thought and reason stopped for Lin. She was all sensation. She was surrendered to whatever happened next.
She heard jeans unzipping behind her, some frantic fussing around, and then a very warm, very hard penis head touching her entrance. She was almost always wet, but right now she was sopping, so the head popped in easily with just a little push. She grunted, because it was a big head, and she had a very tiny pussy that was twisted up tight with excitement. She squeezed her eyes shut, spread her fingers wide, and opened her mouth wide, trying to think opening thoughts to her pussy, but it was pulsing and twisting with a mind of its own. Tom’s hot cock was insistent, though, causing her a bit of pain and a lot of pleasure as, rocking back and forth to stay slick with her wetness, it slowly forced her wide open.
When she felt him touch up to the top of her insides, she reached back and found he had a few more inches to go. A whimper escaped her as she felt herself stretch even further, accompanied by both pain and pleasure. Tom whispered, “I’m going to start moving now. I don’t want to hurt you.” She just whimpered in response as he started up.
Then terrible fullness slowly left her and then filled her up tight again. She clamped both hands over her mouth to not make a big noise and had a leg shaking orgasm as Tom waited for her to calm down. Another pump, and another, and she could feel the pleasure building in her again, even though the pressure was so big. She felt herself able to open up more and more, being forced open more and more by Tom’s warm hard pumping inside her.
As the pumping became pounding, Lin felt Tom’s excitement building. She slapped her hands over her mouth again to stifle another orgasmic shriek. This time, Tom did not stop. His iron grip on her ass, each hand gripping a nice big slab of either butt cheek, was holding her in place despite her bucking, and his penis slid faster and faster. She felt like it was hitting her all the way up in her tummy. She felt dizzy. Her legs started to tense again.
Then Tom thrust more forcefully than ever into her, pushing her off her feet onto the prep table, and she felt the hot slap of cum deep inside her like the little punch of a hot wet fist. She had never felt it like that ever before. Tom grunted and strained like crazy against her backside. Like her, he was a good boy, and was trying to not make too much noise. A gurgle of pleasure escaped Lin’s throat as her body pulsed and thrashed with another orgasm in response to the deep insemination. Tom had her firmly, though, so she just shook futilely in her pinned state, the toes of her shoes drumming on the floor.
After a few minutes, Tom slid gently out of her and started to pull up his undies and pants, at the same time saying something stupid like, “That was great.” Why do men always have to talk after? Lin was still resting face down draped over the food prep table. She was not convinced she could move. Her legs hung limply down. A great mass of sticky cum, much thicker than Bruce's, rolled down her right leg, over her sensible stocking and shoe, and puddled where her toe touched the floor.
Tom didn’t know quite what to do. “Are you okay?”
“Get a towel.”
“Oh, sure.” Tom looked around for a clean looking dry towel, found one, and started to wipe up the leaking cum fairly inefficiently. She felt him start at her pussy, but more just kept leaking out, and meantime, the whole side of her leg and the floor was covered in drying cum. Then he apparently decided to start wiping up from the floor, but when he got to her knee, she started to make a clucking noise. He realized he had gotten the towel dirty and shouldn’t be touching her pussy with it. Then he found another clean dry towel and wiped up the rest of the way, finally covering her pussy with it.
Lin took the towel over from him and kept it over her pussy as she scootched her way off the table and back onto the floor. By this time, Tom had his pants back up and looked fairly presentable. She didn’t want a long conversation. She wanted to be alone to come to terms with what had just happened. So she looked him in the eye, said “Good boy!” because he was such a good boy who looked more handsome than ever and innocent as a playful puppy. She then opened the back door with her free hand, ushered him out, and shut it.
That afternoon, Lin ordered three more skirts online. This in and of itself was not a sin. She would deal with all this philosophy later, once the remembrance of the indescribable pleasure of feeling Tom's cum filling her had worn off. She closed the shop around 3 PM and went home to shower so that Bruce wouldn’t see or smell anything embarrassing. She also washed clothes so that her one skirt was clean for the next day.
That evening, Bruce noticed that Lin was much more cheerful than usual and asked about it. He was a pretty oblivious guy, but the change was too obvious. She explained it away by saying she was happy the shop was doing well, which it was. She took the opportunity to talk to him about her idea of new hours of 7 AM to 3 PM. This meant that he would have to fix his own breakfast as she would be leaving before he did.
That evening, she knew he suspected again when she spread for him. She was impatient this time for Bruce to begin his business on her compared to her usual boredom or reluctance, and she was sopping wet, having wet through her panties thinking about Thomas during the evening as she was tidying up.
Once Bruce started, although Lin tried to hold back and act more normal, it just made it worse, and she came several times for her husband, turned on by the incredibly nasty experience of having two different men inside her on the very same day, which she had never done before. Bruce didn't last long given her shaking excitement throughout. She cried out like the nasty slut she was as he filled her cunt with his semen, her second dose for the day.
The next day, Tom appeared promptly at noon and they repeated their tryst. It was even better the second time because she was more prepared for his size and she was all worked up waiting for the feeling of his young hot vigorous punch and slap of cum inside her, and he didn’t disappoint. She orgasmed so hard at the satisfying feel of it and at her young lover’s stifled noise of pleasure that she practically passed out.
She asked him to visit her tomorrow at 11 AM, before the lunch rush. He happily agreed and asked if he could see her again later that day. She agreed, and asked him to come around to the back door at 3 PM and text her so that she could let him in.
Their 3 PM tryst was even better than the first two. Thomas had Lin on her back on the prep table, her legs spread as wide as the tiny back room would allow. He climbed right on top of her, and was so light compared to Bruce, but so full of force and vigor in his thrusting. She took a few peeks at his lovely face above her, but mostly kept her eyes shut, wanting to focus on the sensations of her new lover opening and pounding her. He felt even bigger from the front, but she felt no pain from it. She came frequently as he took her, and he lasted a lot longer than the first time, so she came and came. The hot cum was a surprise at the end because she had become distracted and disoriented from Tom’s long pounding. Tom’s squirts in her were as vigorous as the first time, and she grunted in shared satisfaction as her new man satisfied himself deep in her slutty cunt.
After Tom thanked her and left, Lin was still limp on the prep table, her legs flopped off either side, panties dangling from her left ankle, Tom’s copious globs of cum continuing to slowly spill out all over her ass and the back of her skirt. She felt like a piece of tenderized meat, but in a good way. She knew it would hurt a bit when she started to move, so she was happy to just rest here for a few more minutes.
That evening Lin was sopping wet and wailing like a bitch dog in heat while Bruce fucked her from behind. After cumming quickly the first time, he started fingering her ass with lube. Normally, this is when she would stop him and they would have a big fight and stop talking to each other for a week. This time, though, her feelings of guilt and wanting to punish herself for being with Thomas overcame her extreme distaste for smelling her own shit in the bedroom, and she quietly submitted to his desires. She knew he would know that she was now a disgusting whore, but she wanted him to know, but not by any means so embarrassing as saying anything.
Bruce had asked Lin to have another man, begged her to have another man. Now he could deal with it, the vile bastard. Then Bruce lubed up his cock and took her forcefully in the ass. The first few strokes hurt like hell, and she cried out silently into her pillow. She enjoyed the absolution the suffering gave her. The next many strokes caused pain but increasing pleasure to well up in her loins. Finally, she had a deep orgasm, and she couldn’t help herself, she screamed out like a filthy slut and peed a little onto the sheets. Bruce fell onto the bed, exhausted. He couldn’t finish. It served him right, the bastard. The whole bedroom stunk of shit.
She immediately ran to the shower to wash off. Tears welled up in her eyes as she considered her situation. What if something went wrong? What if her family found out about her affair? None of them would ever speak to her again. Even her marrying a Caucasian man had caused concern in the family. Now she felt her ancestors were looking down on her with extreme distaste.
Even so, after changing the sheets and tucking in Bruce who had returned from the shower, Lin opened the windows for a few minutes to let out the stink and went into the living room to quietly order a small mattress for the prep table on her iPad to be delivered to the shop. It would be delivered in two days. Her new skirts would arrive tomorrow. Both Tom and Bruce would have their way with her whenever or however they wanted. She was helpless with lust and guilt. Her sin was all too thoroughly convenient.
The next day Thomas took Lin against the prep table twice. The first was a quick one around 11 AM as before. She got his text message and let him in the back door. She didn’t want to make eye contact and turned away from him. She got a clean towel, rolled it up, and bit down on it. She bent down against the prep table, pulled down her panties to her knees, and waited for his entrance. Her legs were shaking already with lust and excitement. She could hear him freeing his cock.
Tom did not disappoint. He rocked into Lin with great excitement. She came hard as he did this, her full-throated scream muffled into the towel. As she slowly recovered her senses, he pounded her hard and fast, and soon her whole body began to tingle with lust to feel his cum punch into her again, so different from Bruce, whose emissions she could not even feel. He pounded and pounded, and she could feel the slick and tortured walls of her nasty vagina twist around his cock as she came hard again with a deep groan, and a moment later it twisted helplessly again as she felt his hot cum splashing into her, her breath catching in her throat, her legs shaking. As he slid out his cock this time, she peed a great big splash onto Tom’s legs, Tom’s clothes, and her prep room floor. Luckily, there was a drain. Every time her response as Tom fucked her was more intense. Every time she embarrassed or debased herself further with her lust and increasing sluttiness. Tom zipped up and left without a word. He was a good boy. He was learning her preferences.
When Tom texted Lin again at 3 PM, she didn’t feel quite as horny as she had in the morning, but still she was satisfied deep in her belly that this was becoming a routine, and she felt that despite surely being reincarnated as a cockroach for all this, she deserved this reward for working so hard in her shop all day. He wanted her on the prep table again but she refused, saying it would kill her it was so hard. She thought about telling him about the little mattress she’d ordered, but instead she found herself giving him her home address and making an assignation with him at her home for 3:30 PM the next day.
Negotiations completed, Lin offered herself against the prep table as she had that morning, turning, pulling down her panties, and folding up the back of her skirt as Tom fumbled with his belt buckle. She barely remembered to bite the towel as he began forcing his cock into her. She was proud of herself for not cumming immediately this time, but soon his youthful, excited, deep hot pounding of her twat made her piss on him again and wail with great abandon into her towel. As usual, she had another one when she felt his hot emission, a good long groaning one. Then they wiped up, zipped him up, and she pushed him out the back door as he whispered “Goodbye!” and she whispered "Good boy!"
That evening, as Bruce was fucking Lin, after she’d had a good satisfying cum thinking about it, Lin said matter-of-factly, “I invited him here during the day.”
Bruce kept fucking Lin without objection.
“Did you hear me? Standing up all the time is hard for me.”
“I heard you. Uuuuuhhhh!” Bruce growled as he strained his cock deep into Lin. She brought her legs in and cuddled him. He really was a good husband who was trying hard not to make her feel any more miserable, helpless, or guilty than she already did about this. He had so much trust in her. She was certain he would be disturbed if he really knew how out-of-control she was. She resolved to never admit it.
It was amazing to Lin that Bruce was still encouraging her, the nasty bastard. He was being so polite and not embarrassing her. She was feeling so guilty, but perhaps she had never loved him more than this moment. She didn’t quite understand why. She only wished he wasn’t so stupid and perverted all the time. What kind of husband would let his wife fuck somebody else, especially with a kid less than half her age? His behavior really was disgusting.
Helplessly, Lin woke up the next morning already looking forward to the afternoon. Her ten minute hard fuck with Thomas at 11am felt better than ever inside and throughout her, if that was even possible. She was so excited to soon have him in a nice comfortable bed that afternoon. Between customers, she ordered more bedsheets online.
Lin got home early and showered. The sheets were clean, the house was clean, and she was wearing her brand new skirt and blouse. She resisted putting on makeup or jewelry for Thomas like some tart. She hated just waiting for him like a schoolgirl. She was impatient. Finally, when she was just about to start throwing things, the doorbell rang, and it was Thomas, right on time. As she hustled him inside, she became worried about what her neighbors would see and think. She gave him her garage door opener and made him park in the garage. Next time, he was to use the garage door opener to drive straight into the garage.
Lin walked Tom to the bedroom, but then stood there a little stunned. She turned away from him because she started to get wet in her eyes. This suddenly felt dangerous and wrong, but she was helpless to stop it now, helpless to stop her body. To calm herself, she reflexively turned down the bed. Thomas could feel she was distressed for some reason and said, “How about I massage your nerves?”
What a brilliant and thoughtful boy Tom was. This and the touching was partly why Lin had fallen in such lust with him in the first place. With no further ado, and still without looking at him, she removed her skirt and blouse and hung them on a chair. She heard the rustling of clothes behind her and knew Tom was undressing. She didn’t want to know how much. She climbed onto the middle of the bed and buried her face in her arms. Now it was his move.
Soon, Tom’s touches started at Lin’s ankles. The pain was good, and brought her great comfort. He worked slowly up her calves and loins and ended up at her ass. He dug his elbows into her ass, and she practically died with pain and sensual pleasure, and also sexual pleasure, because of the circumstances. She rested as he left the room for a minute. She thought he had gone to pee, but instead of peeing, she heard him looking through cupboards in the kitchen. Was he hungry? Didn’t he see the fruit on the counter?
Suddenly, Thomas was back, and trickling cold vegetable oil on Lin’s legs. Quickly, he warmed it up with his hands. When he got up to her panties, she raised her hips perfectly innocently and he slid them off her perfectly innocently. More vegetable oil all over her butt and in her ass crack. “That’s too much!” she complained.
Tom started to rub even deeper with his elbow up and down Lin’s nerve trunks. She was helpless with the pain and extreme pleasure, and could only manage to let her breath in and out in short grunts. After going over her leg and butt nerves again thoroughly, he undid her bra and spread oil across her back. She was going to be all icky with oil, but she couldn’t muster a complaint or move at this point. She was at his mercy.
After grinding his fingers expertly up her spine and around Lin’s shoulders and shoulder blades, Tom flipped her over, and there he was, staring at her. She grabbed a pillow and put it over her face. He removed the pillow and she shut her eyes and laughed, embarrassed to show her discomfort to him. He kissed her on the lips, at first chastely, and then probed his tongue in, but he met her clenched teeth. There were some things she wanted to reserve for her husband, at least in this moment. She didn’t know why.
Instead, not dissuaded, Tom kissed Lin’s neck and kissed and bit her earlobes. Then he removed her bra to find some really beautiful pert tits. Tom started to reassess his age guess for Lin down from 35. Maybe she was younger? These nice B’s with dark brown aureoles were untouched by time but definitely mature. Topping them were a pair of nice big mommy nipples just begging to be sucked. He couldn’t resist.
As Tom sloppily went to town on Lin’s tits, she chuckled and opened her eyes, knowing she wouldn’t have to meet his gaze for a while. Men were so predictable. What was the fascination? Mostly, it just felt tickly and weird to her, mostly. And she was getting impatient again. She had wanted Tom’s cock punishing her good since he had slid out of her at about a quarter past eleven that morning. And now he was kissing his way down her belly. Buddha’s dangling balls!
As Tom’s tongue traced out an insufferable love letter on Lin’s clit, she fretted and whimpered. She didn’t want this nice boy to woo her by eating her dirty disgusting adulterous cunt, she wanted to be used like a whore. She wanted to stop feeling this overwhelming guilt for this young man taking her husband’s place in her marriage bed. He wasn’t getting the message, yet, if he did much more of this, she was going to have to orgasm, and she didn’t want him to do this, so she was gritting her teeth and starting to glow white hot with the effort of holding back.
Lin screeched out the orgasm Tom had forced from her, hips bucking uncontrollably. She feebly tried to push his head away, but he wouldn’t move, and she kept cumming and cumming.
Lin became awake again as Tom’s excited dick thrust into her. She wailed and came again uncontrollably, her heels drumming on his thrusting narrow ass. This was the slutty satisfaction she had been feeling guilty about anticipating, and now the real thing was here. Tom was taking her in her husband’s own bed. Tom’s sweat and liquids were flying everywhere, his musk strong, plowing her juices out of her to mess everywhere. It was indelible. For as long as she had this room, for as long as she had this bed, the slutty guilty orgasm she was having right now would be the feeling of it.
Lin shut her eyes again to feel the intensity of it. Then Tom reminded her again that he was not her husband by punching her quivering puss harder than ever with his bigger cock and burning hot jism. Tom cried out sweetly to her for the first time, sounding so young and helpless to her. After the punch, punch, punch of thrusts and squirts had subsided, she felt his cum spread inside her, looking for eggs. It made her hold him close. It made her still.
Lin came to her senses and looked at the clock. It was 5 PM and Bruce might be home as early as 6 PM! Within a few minutes she had collected Tom and his clothes and rushed him out of the house. She jumped in and out of the shower in record time and then ripped the sheets off the bed, threw them in the washer, and started it. She opened all the bedroom windows to let Tom’s scent out.
Lin slowed down a little and dressed and blew her hair dry. She was done with everything by a quarter to six. Then she vacuumed. Puttering and adjusting things, mostly in the bedroom, to eliminate any possible trace that another man had been there consumed the rest of the 45 minutes until Bruce arrived home. One thing she couldn’t seem to eliminate was the guilty look on her face. She tried in the mirror for about ten minutes and then gave up.
(To be continued)