Bedtime Stories for Grownups
The Wife and the Boy Next Door
LOUELLA LAY IN BED as Jonathon showered and left for work. She promised she would get up to put away their leftovers and do the dishes in ‘just a few minutes.’ As soon as she heard his car pull away, she reached into the bottom of her bedside table and pulled out her trusty little vibrator.
It just wasn’t fair that Jonathon should get his rocks off and she was left high and dry.
Well, not too dry. She’d lubricated some at the invasion of his prick into her inner sanctum. And he’d left a bit of slippery stuff behind as well. It just wasn’t enough to satisfy her.
She lay wantonly stretched out on the bed with her hair splayed around her head and her legs wide open. She didn’t go directly to her clit with the magic wand, but began by stimulating her nipples and running the vibrator up and down her torso. She pinched them, imagining a lover who cared about her pleasure. He would take his time—kissing her, working his way down her body, tonguing her nipples, kissing her flat tummy, yes, perhaps he would even kiss her there, between her legs. She wondered what it would feel like to have a man French kissing her labia and finding the little button that was the source of so much pleasure.
Her fingers could tell how much the thought inspired her. She was no frigid bitch. She got turned on and ready for sex. She was always accommodating for her husband. Always willing to have him sex her. Was it too much to ask to have him provide a bit of pleasure for her in the act?
Of course, she would never ask!
It would shock Jonathon to even suspect she knew about such things as clitoral stimulation, lubrication, and orgasm. If she had a minute to prepare before he came to bed, she squeezed a little sexual lubricant into her vagina. That made it less likely to hurt. Sometimes it was even a little pleasurable. It just never quite made it to the climax.
She let the vibrator creep down her stomach and over her mound, stopping just shy of the cleft. At this point, the vibrator was most directly against her pubic bone and sent vibrations through her entire pelvis. If only he spent a little time stimulating her here, he would find her passage hot and slippery when his cock invaded.
She moved the vibrator downward, slowly getting closer to her clit, moving left and right to stimulate the whole region. Her fingers, advancing ahead of the vibrator, spread her lips and gently stroked up and down the opening, spreading her lubrication.
At the first touch of the vibrator on her clit, she convulsed and pulled it away. It was too much. She was so sensitive that direct stimulation short-circuited her pleasure center. She moved the vibrator to the side, where it sent chills up and down her spine. Then she moved across her opening to the other side and back up nearly to her pubic bone again. Once there, she pushed it slowly downward until it sent its sensations into the protective flesh above her clit.
She stopped moving the vibrator, more out of incoherence than by intent. She held it still as her entire pelvis vibrated and jerked forward. A long moan issued from her mouth and she clicked the switch off as her body continued to resonate with the orgasm that swept through her loins.
Louella felt deliciously wicked, as she often did after she had masturbated. She rinsed herself off in the shower and instead of dressing, pulled on her bikini. It was an advantage of living in South Texas that made the pool and hot tub inviting, even in February. She picked up the wine bottle and her glass and went to lie in the open, exposed to the air and her ecstasy.
It was dark by now, though only just after seven. She didn’t bother with lights, but began putting lotion on herself. She kept her skin well-hydrated, which was why her complexion belied her real age. She had the skin of a teenager. She worked hard to keep herself toned and attractive for her husband. He seemed to appreciate it, though expressed it more through lack of criticism than praise.
Louella was far more worldly than she ever let her husband know. She had even gone through a year-long process of removing the hair from around her labia. She had begun by trimming it, then shaving around her anus and perineum. Places Jonathon was unlikely to ever look. She had progressed to waxing, each trip letting the bareness progress farther up her labia until her hair was all above her slit. Jonathon had seemed not to notice, but bare lips got slippery faster than hairy ones. Now the hair on her mound was carefully trimmed and shaped so that it fit nicely into her bikini bottoms.
And rubbing body moisturizer into the area was a sensual journey she indulged in regularly, often right here by the pool where she felt exposed, at least to the heavens if not to the neighbors.
That was when the driveway light next door came on and spilled across her, wantonly splayed on her lounge chair. She heard the rhythmic beat of a ball on the pavement, then against the backboard. Ah. The neighbor boy.
She knew him by sight, but had never really spoken to him. She had spotted him spying on her as she lay by the pool in the summer and made sure she was well-displayed. He was a well-built lad with broad shoulders and narrow hips. His muscles rippled beneath his skin when she saw him engaged in yard work or exercising. She’d even fantasized about him on occasion, wondering if his tongue would be talented enough to bring her that satisfaction she craved.
Listening to him, she wondered what he was wearing. It was definitely getting cooler, but exercise would probably heat him up. She had to see.
She left her lounge chair and stepped up to the privacy fence. The fence was high enough that no one glancing from one property to the other could conveniently see the other side, but it allowed neighborly chats at eye-level. She looked over the fence at what she immediately classified as an Adonis in the flesh.
He was wearing a pair of floral board shorts with no shirt. His skin glistened in the yard light. She thought he must have been working out before he came outside to shoot his hoops. His muscles were taut. He had six-pack abs. His legs moved him smoothly around the little exercise area.
She sighed.
Apparently, her exhalation had been louder than she intended. He stopped the ball and suddenly turned toward her, much too fast for her to disappear and save any dignity at all.
“Oh, Mrs. Abbott,” he said. “I’m sorry. Am I making too much noise over here? I’m pretty much finished now anyway. I’ll leave you in peace.”
“No, no, uh… Stephen,” she said, remembering the boy’s name. They’d been neighbors for years, but she’d only recently noticed him. “I heard you working out and thought you might like a glass of water. Or a drink. Of something.”
“Oh, thank you, ma’am,” he said. “I came straight out from lifting, so I am a bit thirsty. I was just working out my frustrations, you know.”
“Me, too,” she subvocalized. “Well, come over and let me get you a drink.”
Stephen came around to the front gate and walked up to the pool, gazing into it in order to keep from gazing at Mrs. Abbott. She was bent over to retrieve a drink from the pool refrigerator. Her bikini showed a body that didn’t look like she’d given birth to two children. The tiny string that ran up between her butt cheeks left the full round globes on complete display. She straightened up and turned toward him, almost catching his impolite stare.
“Here you are, Stephen. Come and sit beside me. Tell me about life. What has you working out your frustrations this evening?”
She handed him the bottle of water and he was nearly caught staring into the cleavage displayed by the bikini top. It wasn’t the first time he’d had ‘thoughts’ about Mrs. Abbott. He’d once watched her through a hole in the fence for several minutes, letting the one-eyed snake do its dance. She’d been doing nothing, but she only needed to breathe.
He quickly sat on the lounge chair next to hers and shifted around enough that his erection didn’t declare itself too obviously.
“Oh, you know,” he said. “Teen stuff.”
“Ah. Girl trouble?”
“No girl to be trouble,” he sighed. “I guess that’s the trouble.”
“I can’t imagine you would have difficulty attracting female companionship,” Louella said, reaching over to touch his arm. Stephen caught his breath.
“I guess I’m a little backward about girls,” he said. “I’ve only dated a few times and I’m not very good at it. My sister… She’s out all the time. Guys are calling her every day. She never lacks a date. She’s out with one of the cool guys tonight.”
“And you wish it was you?” Louella asked softly.
“Me with the cool guy?” he asked, surprised.
“No. With your sister.”
“You’re kidding. No. My sister is nice most of the time, but not nice like that. She’s got a couple of friends I wouldn’t mind getting to know better.”
“Well, that’s a relief. In today’s world, one never knows what the relationship of brother and sister is—especially when they are near the same age.”
“We’re twins. I thought that was only with step-siblings. I mean… I kind of saw that… um… in a movie.”
“I probably watched the same one,” Louella laughed. Oh, this boy was quite attractive.
They sat with their drinks for a moment and Louella got up decisively.
“Come on. Let’s relax in the hot tub for a bit. It will help to soothe your weary muscles.”
“I… uh… don’t have a suit with me.”
“You’re wearing board shorts. They’ll do. Or nothing. Whatever.”
Stephen followed the shapely backside of his neighbor and stopped to stare as she bent to remove the cover. He jerked himself back to reality and quickly helped her, giving him an equally exquisite view of her front. She turned on the jets and stepped in, automatically reaching for his hand as she entered the hot water. He followed her and she pulled him to the seat beside her.
“Now, tell me why you think you are backward about girls,” she said, touching his water bottle with her wine glass.
“Um… I guess I never know what to say. I mean, girls are so… pretty. I get caught up in how they look and can’t think of any of the things I thought I would say to them. I guess they get tired of being told how pretty they are.”
“I can imagine that, though one day, they’ll yearn for the day when someone tells them they’re pretty.”
“You don’t, do you? I mean, you’re beautiful. People must tell you that all the time,” he said.
“Not so often as you think. But girls who want to have something else talked about need to help the conversation along. Do they ask you what your plans are after high school?”
“Um… not really.”
“Well, tell me about them.”
Stephen found Louella easy to talk to. She kept prompting him for information about what sports he liked, what college he planned to attend, what his favorite subjects were, where he liked to travel to, and even what he thought would be the ideal woman for him.
“Someone like you,” he blurted out. “I mean, you’re beautiful, but you’re smart and, I guess, a little worldly. You understand life in ways that I only guess. You can manage a household and raise children. And you’re beautiful, too.”
“I think you mentioned that,” she giggled. She got out of the tub, motioning him to stay there and brought the wine bottle and two glasses from the bar. “You’re showing great maturity. I think a little glass of wine won’t hurt anything, will it?”
“Um… Sometimes I have a little wine. My parents aren’t real strict about it.”
She touched her glass to his and they took a sip.
“Now tell me what you would do with a girl who was really the woman you have described. You’ve had a lovely date and you are alone with her. What do you do?”
“I… I guess… I’d probably want to kiss her. I mean, if she was okay with it. I’d never force myself on her.”
“Show me. How would you let her know that you want to kiss her?”
“I’d, like, maybe touch her cheek.” He set the wine glass down beside the hot tub and reached to touch her cheek.
“And if she doesn’t pull away?”
“I’d… I’d sort of, guide her face closer to mine and let our lips just touch.”
“Very soft and romantic. Then?”
“If she seemed willing, I’d probably want to um… you know… maybe French kiss. Like…”
His tongue stroked across her lips and she opened her mouth to receive him.
Yes, like that, she thought. Kiss me like that.
As their tongues tangled together, they embraced in the swirling water of the hot tub. She stroked up and down his bare torso and before long, he got the message and returned the gestures. Soon her full breasts were in his hands and she began to pant. She wasn’t sure when the tie on her top came undone, but before long, his lips were encircling her nipple and his tongue played a rhythm against it.
Perhaps he’d been playing her and was not so inexperienced as he seemed to be, but she had to admit, he had played exactly according to her expectations. Or perhaps she was imagining it all. Her own hand found its way into his shorts and wrapped around the stiff meat she found there.
She imagined them at the edge of the hot tub, where he could find his way into her bikini bottoms, unfastening the tie on the side to give him access to her smooth lips. His fingers would soon find the moisture that had not been washed away by the water and quickly spread it to her clit. Heavenly! She could even feel the pressure building as her climax approached and crescendoed.
Louella came crashing down from her high while still kissing the boy next to her in the hot tub. His hand was on her breast, inside her top! His fingers sent bolts of electricity straight to her clit.
My God! I can’t do this! I’m a married woman!
She quickly pushed away from Stephen and stood to get out of the tub, thankful that her suit had only been pushed aside while she was lost in her fantasy.
“I’m afraid I’ve had a long day, myself,” she said as Stephen followed her out of the hot tub. She was not unaware of his erection tenting his board shorts. She tossed him a towel. “I really need to go in and prepare things for my husband when he gets home from work. Thank you for joining me for a little relaxation. Perhaps we’ll see you this summer.”
He picked up the wine glasses from beside the pool and set them on the bar, the liquid almost untouched. Mrs. Abbott went to the sliding door of her house.
“Goodnight, Stephen. Uh… Happy Valentine’s Day.”
She went inside, closing and locking the door behind her. Stephen put the cover on the hot tub and let himself out by the front gate.
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