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When my husband, Gerald, informed me that his work was taking him out of the country for two months, I wasn’t happy. I had decided ages ago that I was going to spend June and July redecorating. While my husband was usually a busy man, I had fully intended to make use of him in his spare time, helping out with all those jobs that require two pairs of hands. In the back of my mind an evil voice was telling me that he’d arranged this trip to the Middle East on purpose to avoid redecorating, which I knew he hated, but of course that wasn’t true. His job often took him overseas for long periods, overseeing corporate sales and mergers, transactions which didn’t happen overnight.
“What am I supposed to do now?” I had protested. “You know I wanted to get everything finished before the twins get home in August!”
Hubby offered to get some professional decorators in, something we could well afford, but that would defeat much of the purpose. I had left work when the twins came along and since then I had always preferred to keep busy. I wasn’t one for the life of a lady of leisure, so as the twins grew older and required less attention I had turned to maintaining our home and garden. This had done me plenty of good. I was much handier indoors and out than my husband, and the constant exercise had helped me maintain the figure that attracted him in the first place. I don’t mind admitting that I look good for a mother in her late thirties, my waste still small, my bum rounded but firm and my large breasts barely sagging any more than they did on my wedding day.
Gerald knew all this and promised to make it up to me somehow. Of course, what he didn’t know was that I had other reasons for not wanting various workmen about the house for the summer. I had made that mistake before when we had a couple of strapping lads in to do our patio at the back of the house. I had ended up spending the majority of five days on my back, bent over tables, pressed up against walls and in all sorts of other undignified positions as these two rampant youths filled me with their big cocks again and again. Gerald had been unimpressed with the lack of progress the lads were making, a situation which came to a head güvenilir bahis on the Friday evening when Gerald accused them of being lazy good-for-nothings who were trying to con him out of money by dragging out the job. It had taken all my skills of diplomacy to defuse that situation, which variously looked like coming to blows or, worse, a revelation of my own culpability. I somehow persuaded Gerald that the guys would get the work finished over the weekend while we went to a nice hotel on the coast for a little getaway. Naturally without me to continually service, the work was done by Sunday lunchtime!
It should be obvious to you by now that I’m not the most faithful of housewives. The sad truth is that while I love Gerald, I love going behind his back as much. I’m not a nymphomaniac; I don’t go around seeking sexual gratification where I can find it. It’s the illicit thrill of what I’m doing that gets me. Gerald is a good man who works hard and deserves a good wife. That I, a wife who treats him well on the surface and who he adores, regularly betray him and cuckold him with impunity, that’s what does it for me. Does that make me a bad person? I’ve reflected on this at length and come to the conclusion that it probably does, but aren’t we all bad to a lesser or greater extent? I make Gerald happy, I’m a good mother and I donate money and time to worthy causes. I don’t engineer opportunities to cheat on my husband, I just tend to find myself in them and often have trouble resisting when I feel that there will be no consequences. There are no black and white situations; there are only shades of grey. Is this all mere self-justification, the soothing of a guilty conscience? Perhaps, but it appears to be working. I don’t spend my time racked with guilt. If a neutral observer were to judge me, this might be the most damning indictment. This is not meant to be a psychological study of the cheating wife, so enough about my dark inner-workings!
I had resigned myself to slogging away in this big lonely house for the summer when Gerald announced that he had found a solution. His sister, Anne, had mentioned that her son, William, would need something to occupy his time while off school for türkçe bahis the summer. Gerald had suggested that William come to stay at ours for the summer and help with the redecorating, which Anne agreed was an ideal solution. Needless to say I was delighted, this would mean I had a full-time assistant instead of the part-time one I’d been hoping for, and also meant that I would have company for the summer while Gerald was away.
“Are you sure William doesn’t mind coming here for the summer?” I asked Gerald that evening, as we lay in bed, “Wouldn’t he prefer staying closer to home? He must have friends he’d like to spend time with.”
“Apparently not, Anne says he’s positively delighted with the idea and can’t wait to come down. I’d imagine he’s pretty happy with the prospect of being out of his mother’s way for a couple of months. You know how fierce Anne can be!”
“Oh Gerald, your sister’s not that bad, although I guess she does have a domineering streak to her!”
“You can say that again. Of course, I’m sure William is probably just as excited about the prospect of spending time with his beautiful young aunt! Young boys and all that,” laughed Gerald, playfully squeezing my left breast.
“Gerald, the very idea, “I mock-scolded him, “William is only a boy, he probably thinks I’m an old woman!”
“Hah, “exclaimed Gerald, “William’s not that young any more and I remember when I was his age I was horny as a goat and had the hots for more than one of my mothers friends.”
“Horny as a goat, were you?” I reached over and slid my hand inside the front of Gerald’s underwear. I wrapped my hand around him, felt him growing to his usual small erection and looked into his eyes. “It feels like the old goat has some life in him yet!”
The truth was that the turn the conversation had taken had stirred something in me. I certainly had no intent of sleeping with a teenage boy, especially not my nephew. However, the thought of him being around me while we worked, his hormones racing, watching me, admiring my body, catching ‘accidental’ glimpses of flesh as I increased the teasing, it was enough to stir my arousal. I was now really looking forward to William’s arrival and güvenilir bahis siteleri Gerald was about to be the beneficiary of that mounting excitement.
“Oh, Lisa,” Gerald gasped as I squeezed his firm erection and began to stroke his cock. He had always been especially fond of my hand-jobs and I knew it wouldn’t take long before I had him spurting his hot cum into my hand. That wasn’t what I wanted however, as I knew if that happened there would be no more fun for me tonight. I quickly swung my leg across Gerald and mounted him, reaching between my own legs to take hold of his cock and slowly lower myself onto him. His cock was undeniably hard, but its unimpressive dimensions were never enough to make me cum alone. I took hold of Gerald’s right hand and placed it between my legs. He knew what to do and began to move his index finger around my hard clit, tracing figures back and forth while I slowly lowered myself up and down his cock, careful not to drop down too hard and trigger an impromptu eruption. I had to be especially careful not to raise myself too quickly and have him ‘fall out’ of me, something which can happen all too easy with an undersized penis. I had learned through experience that Gerald would react badly to that. Gerald was a proud man, the kind of man who probably suspected that his was not the largest equipment in the world, but who would never acknowledge the fact, or that this might be an issue. I wouldn’t dream of bringing it up, knowing him as I did, and managed to soothe his ego occasionally through faked orgasms or by getting myself off through additional means. His finger working my clit while I rode him was just one of those means,
My arousal surprised me and I quickly found myself moving towards climax. Gerald increased his pressure and speed, bringing me to the edge. I began to press down hard, driving his hard cock as far inside me as I could get it. I heard Gerald cry out almost in agony as his stiff prick exploded inside of me, his hot cum spurting into my now spasming pussy, the walls struggling to grasp his hardness.
As my orgasm faded away, I dismounted and pressed myself into Gerald’s side.
“Oh Gerald, my stallion,”I cooed, knowing how he loved to be praised after he made me cum.
“Not bad for an old goat, eh?” he laughed, squeezing me to him.
I smiled to myself in the dark, wondering what I could expect when the horny young Billy goat got to town.
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