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Housewife's Choice Ch. 1

By: Quin



George and his wife sat in a quiet corner of the West Country pub watching the holidaymakers winding down and refreshing themselves with food and drink. They liked coming down here to the Devonshire coast, spending time at the cottage. Not just for the fresh air and scenery but for the freedom, away from nosy neighbours. Nobody knew them here so they could be, well - a little more carefree than at home.

That didn't mean outrageous, George at 48yrs old and Jean, just turned 40yrs had led quite an uneventful life. The permissive society and swinging sixties had swung by without them even noticing. George - and also Jean if truth were known – liked to admire the young toned bodies, especially when clad in the thin tight and flimsy materials of to-days fashions. George wished his wife had been more sexily clothed when she was younger.

Sex, or rather the lack of it was one of George's few regrets in life. They should have been more adventurous he thought. His wife Jean however was still what could be described as being in good condition. She had great breasts a trim waist and her legs would have looked good on someone twenty years younger. Unfortunately for George, she never made the most of displaying them – not until recently that is.

George sat and reflected on how, in the last couple of years, just a little bit of spice and naughtiness had crept into their lives. Not very often and for George, not enough, nevertheless, he enjoyed it. Being a respectable middle age, middle class couple it was difficult to see how they could make it spicier.

Walking through the park last summer he recalled how they had stopped whilst walking along a woodland path. They knew that behind them a few hundred yards away and walking toward them were two young men, perhaps in their twenties. George had timed it just right, his wife leant against a tree and let him unfasten her shirt. "Someone is coming," she informed her husband. "Yes," he answered. Nibbling his wife's neck he let his hand run up her thigh lifting her skirt – just a few seconds before the men passed.

He caressed his wife's thighs bunching her skirt up between her and the tree so as to leave his hands free " They have stopped and are looking from behind a bush," she said. George lifted her breasts out from her shirt parting the material then cupping his hands under them. His wife smiled and sighed as George lowered himself to kiss the inside of her legs.

Without moving her head and making it obvious she looked to the side and saw the young men's heads above the shrubs. They will have a real good view she thought. Her hand stroked the back of George's head. Kissing the inside of her thighs George tried to imagine the view from the bushes – what his wife was thinking? But – it all was spoilt when a group of noisy walkers came tramping along – knapsacks, walking sticks, and thick wool socks and bobble hats. They were not the sort of people to appreciate the sight of a woman displaying her underwear to two young men. Quickly making themselves decent they both walked casually on, the men resumed their journey too.

George cursed under his breath as they silently walked on. Glancing at his wife he noticed a pleasant half smile on her face. How far would she have let him go? She hadn't objected when he showed her off – she didn't stop him lifting her skirt right up, or when he bent down giving them a full view. It had been unplanned, they never discussed it, either before or after. Just a series of little statements, like - they are looking – or they can see my underwear. Never - stop doing that - or God it makes me feel sexy and I really enjoyed it. Nothing was ever talked about.

Like the time when they were sat on the embankment in another part of the park. A group of youths were fooling about on the grass when George noticed they seemed to get closer and position themselves directly in front of his wife, falling to the ground play-fighting. They became quiet and sat in the sunshine their shouts becoming a muttering. His wife was reading a book resting her elbows on her knees. Her legs were bent and her feet were slightly apart so she could balance.

The boys, just a few yards down the embankment sat facing the couple. " I think they are trying to see up my skirt," his wife said.

"Yes they are – but they won't be able to see much because of the light – not from there anyway," replied George. He looked back at his newspaper for a while then when he looked up again his cock hardened and he felt a surge of excitement. The hem of his wife's skirt had fallen to her lap showing all her thighs; her feet and knees were now much farther apart. She was giving the boys a show. George thought his wife was being very naughty – and he loved it. He wished he had seen his wife get dressed that morning then he could picture what the boys could see. Two of them started to have a rough and tumble again and finished up on the grass just a couple of feet away. He saw his wife glance up and smile at them knowing that the crotch of her panties was clearly visible, then she carried on reading letting them look.

Without them knowing George watched as they took long lingering looks between his wife's legs. It excited him to know that his wife was making the youths cocks go hard, and she was doing it intentionally. George was enjoying it – so was Jean.

On the way home she said, "Tomorrow when we go shopping I think I'll buy some new underwear – something a little more fashionable and feminine."

"That's a good idea," agreed George. " Make you feel good – you still have a nice figure. You should dress to show it off to the best advantage."

"Yes, perhaps some of my clothes are a bit old fashioned and frumpy," said Jean. "Maybe I should change a few other things too." They walked on and the park was never mentioned.

Now that was how it came about that George was able to muster up the courage to unfasten his wife's shirt and display her to passing strangers. It was, up to then the most outrageous thing they had ever done. The shopping trip had proved very enjoyable and to George, pleasantly surprising. Jean had picked out some very lacy and sexy items, see-though bras and panties, bras that enhanced her cleavage. Breasts-wise Jean could be described as voluptuous, well rounded with prominent nipples. With her new bras her breasts looked bigger than they actually were.

In the shop she had tried on a variety of tops, shirts, skirts and dresses, each time stepping out of the changing room seeking her husbands opinion. Mostly George said they looked nice and suited her but didn't add that it was because the sheerness of her bras and top meant her nipples were clearly visible or that the thinness of her summer dress showed up her panties. He liked the dresses and skirts that were of the wraparound design – they could very easily slip open accidentally exposing her body, he thought. He also didn't tell her that his cock had got very hard and that is why he had to sit down – to disguise his bulge.

What really turned him on was when she picked out a couple of suspender belts and chose several shades of stockings. "These are OK for night when we go out," she informed him. "These fleshy coloured ones will do for daytime wear." That really pleased George, she was going to wear stockings most of the time – pantyhose, in his opinion wasn't very sexy.

She will have to very careful, thought George. If she is careless her dress could come apart and people will be able to see bare flesh above her stocking tops and her see-through lacy panties will be on display. People will sometimes be able to see through her thin dress and know she has on suspender belt stockings and very flimsy underwear. What would the neighbours think? Bugger the neighbours thought George!

George was right; sometimes his wife wasn't very careful and let people see her stocking tops. She crossed her legs badly or let her short skirt ride up. Some of the tops and bras exposed a bit more than they should. He never mentioned it of course – after all, it wasn't as though she looked "slutty" – it was just, well - accidental. Once his wife said, "Some things are better bought mail order – it's more private that way." George wasn't sure quite what she meant – but it made him have an erection.

Remarkably, every time Jean got a little careless someone they knew would appear and she would have to adjust her attire, not so, when on holiday at the cottage in Devon. No one knew him or her and she could be careless very often and if someone took great interest she could stay careless – or even – be more careless.

On a very hot day once whilst they were sat in the sun Jean remarked that if she had put on her bikini top she would have been able to take her shirt off. George said, " When we was in Crete or Spain people of all ages went topless – why should Devon be any different?"

Jean smiled at the males sat near them and slowly unfastened her shirt letting it fall from her shoulders. Her pale pink lacy very see though bra was obviously not meant for sunbathing, the dark circles around her prominent nipples attracted the eyes of the onlookers. Jean lay back and thought it would be a good idea if she let her legs get a bit of sun too. She pulled her skirt up perhaps a little too far. There were no neighbours to come along and make Jean notice how careless she was being – no one to make her realise that all the men were looking at her exposed panties and her almost naked breasts.

George thought his wife's panties were very, very flimsy and see-through and she might just as well be topless. Yes, he thought, she was being very careless – but he didn't mention it. Watching the men watching her made him fantasise what it would be like if things could go further. What if, he thought, she could display herself in the privacy of their cottage with a couple of interested males present? George found the idea of at least two males present far more of a turn on than one. How far he wondered would she be prepared to go?

She had displayed herself outside or in a bar or restaurant – how nice if it was in the privacy of their home – but it wouldn't be possible to make that happen he thought. He thought hard and long about it for weeks afterwards.

Now as George and his wife sat in the corner of the pub his thoughts went back to just a couple of hours ago. "Shall we have a walk along the cliff path before we go for our evening meal?" his wife had asked.

"Yes, it will give us an appetite," answered George. "It's a bit breezy, there are some very strong gusts of wind, but it's quite warm."

" I noticed some people having trouble keeping their skirts from blowing up." said his wife. " I'll have to be careful what I wear."

George watched as she took out a flared, full- skirted summer dress – the sort that blows up very easily in a wind. After having a shower she slowly dressed in a pair of white panties that hardly covered anything and he noticed that she had shaved off almost all of her pubic hair. She put on a matching white suspender belt and shimmering silk stockings followed by a bra that left nothing to the imagination but still managed to lift her breasts and press her cleavage together. She buttoned up the front of her dress leaving perhaps one button too many undone giving an excellent display of cleavage and showing off the sheer cups of her bra.

This was definitely not appropriate dress for a windy cliff-top path – though they were going on to have a meal later.

The path took them along the top of the cliffs but it was an easy one to walk, gradually winding its way up out of the little fishing village and the holiday homes. It was a popular busy path, part of a network of coastal paths that let backpackers and campers move along the coast. The area around the village was made so that anyone could walk it easily and quite a few people had a stroll along it before eating. The views were fantastic – though George hoped some people would enjoy another sort of view tonight.

Sure enough the breeze was trying to blow the ladies skirts up and it seemed more successful with Jean's than most others. George noticed that it was never quite the moment to make people notice or if they did they were the ones walking too fast and couldn't very well stop to take an interest. Looking down the path he noticed three young men walking toward them. Jean suddenly said, " Let's stop here a minute while I watch the waves." She moved slightly off the path on to a small rise of grass making her slightly elevated to anyone on the path. George decided that it would be better if he wasn't standing next to her, he moved off to the side to get his best view and pretended to gaze at the birds but keeping his wife in full view.

A gust of wind blew and Jean's skirt blew up exposing her panties and even a glimpse of her belly – she made no attempt to pull it down. The approaching young men noticed but were to far away to see anything, however when they got closer they slowed down and turned their gaze toward the sea and Jean.

The next gust had the same result, Jeans dress blew right up and now the young men could see as her stocking tops then her very flimsy see through panties and suspender belt came into view. It reminded George of the famous pose by Marilyn Monroe except Jean stayed stood straight up and made no attempt to smooth down the dress, in fact her hands were crossed under her bust so as not to impede the view.

It was one of those gusts that seem to last ages and the men made no secret of where they were looking. George noticed his wife widen her stance a little. She was giving the men a better view of her crotch.

George sat on a bench amazed how the men stood around his wife watching her skirt blow up every few seconds. One of the men walked across and spoke to Jean. "Good views from up here," he said. "Yes," said Jean, "Are you staying around here?" George didn't hear the reply he was too busy noticing how the young man was looking at Jean's partly exposed breasts. They chatted while his friends moved around, looking for the best vantage- point, then at the next gust of wind his wife's hands stopped her dress from rising.

George quickly realised why – a family group had walked down the path and was about to pass them. Nice while it lasted, thought George, someone always interrupts. He expected his wife to walk across and join him but she stayed with the men, still chatting - to all three of them now. Usually these little episodes were short and sweet and they never made any attempt to resume them. Once they were disturbed then that was it – finished. George waited with baited breath wondering why his wife had stayed with the men.

The men by now were all able to enjoy the tantalising glimpse of Jean's breasts. The wind blew hard again and George was flabbergasted to see his wife move her arms back under her bust allowing her dress to blow back up revealing once again her scantily clad crotch. She carried on making small talk and looked straight at them smiling as their gaze lowered to her panties. What a sight they must have, he thought. Jean then turned away to look at the cliffs letting them see her almost bare behind. The men either didn't know she was with him or they weren't bothered, they all looked her up and down while she moved first left then right making the most of each gust of wind.

Not being sure what to do next Jean thanked the boys for their chat and walked toward her husband. Disappointed the young men resumed their walk, glancing back every few seconds. Jean looked at her spouse wondering what his reaction would be just as another strong gust blew. Now George could see what the boys had seen – while walking the crotch of Jean's cut to the hip panties had pushed into the crack of her vagina - her pussy lips had devoured the flimsy cloth. She had displayed her bare pussy to the boys – and she knew it, she had stayed for more. When she widened her stance her pussy lips would have opened. This was a whole new ball game thought George. 

"Shall we go for our meal now?" he asked his wife. "Then maybe we can have a drink in the pub next to the restaurant."

"Yes, that will be good," answered Jean, "Those young men said they may finish up there later – we could all have a chat and a drink together."

"Did you find them interesting company then?" George asked.

"Yes, very interesting," answered Jean. "Would you mind if they joined us?"

"Not at all, that would be fine," George assured her, "Fine indeed."

They walked on back down the path; George watched his wife's breasts bob up and down, her bra coming into view. So how far would she have gone if she had the chance to, he thought. He wanted to push her down into the grass and fuck her. He could have asked her but they didn't discuss things of that nature.

"Before we go for our meal would you mind if we went back to the cottage for a while?" George asked.

"No, we'll probably get a better table if we go later," replied Jean. She didn't question why he wanted to go back.

At the cottage Jean walked into the small living room and turned to face her husband. George came and stood in front of her and placed his hands on her hips, he moved his hands to her breasts and rolled the palm of his hands over her covered nipples. As Jean sighed, his hands moved down to her skirt and lifted it up to her hips. He moved a step away to admire the view. Jean, now knowing what her husband wanted helped him by holding the dress herself, as it had been when the wind blew it up. He wants to see what the boys saw she thought. George stepped back and watched his wife move first to the left, then to the right. Then she widened her stance; her pussy lips opened slightly, the material of her panties still buried in her wet love hole. As she watched George's eyes light up she thrust her hips forward opening her cunt more – just like she had for the boys.

A wave of excitement shot through her when George took off his trousers and then his underwear. She looked at his hard throbbing cock and licked her lips. Her husband dropped to the floor in front of her and quickly pulled down her panties, she stepped out of them. His mouth went directly to her cunt and she felt his tongue force it's way between the little folds of skin and make contact with her clitoris. She gently moved to and fro against his face.

She had reached a pinnacle of pleasure when George suddenly stood up and pushed his cock into her. Grabbing the cheeks of her bottom he bounced her up and down on his cock. She was near to orgasm when she said, "I hope those young men are in the pub later."

George caught his breath as he replied, "So do I – you would like to get to know them better, wouldn't you?"

"Yes – oh yes! I would yes…. Ooh yes, I'm going to come!" George, at the same time shot his sperm into her. She was fantasising about the boys fucking her – and so was George.

Now back in the pub George remembered how the walk had been his wife's suggestion. She was becoming quite good at finding little opportunities to be careless and show off her body.

He watched the girls stood round the pub bar, their firm bums and nipples pushing out though their tight tops – he looked at the well toned and good looking boys too but would never admit that to anyone. Jean looked at the firm arses of the young men and tried to see an outline of their cocks as she stared between their legs. She also spent time admiring the girls' figures and was quick to notice when a girl in a short skirt sat carelessly, showing her knickers and gazed for longer than she should when the nipples of a well-developed breast protruded from a tight top.

Neither of them noticed when the three young men approached them. "Hello again," said one, "Mind if we join you, these seem to be the only seats available."


Housewife's Choice Ch. 1



"Sure, no problem," George said, before realising they were the same youths from the path. They all managed to find a seat and positioned themselves around the couples' table. George noticed his wife's face had taken on a very happy expression. The tallest of the boys picked up Jeans' and his glasses and said, "Let me buy you both a drink." George, busy daydreaming hadn't noticed the glasses had become empty.

The next hour was spent making general conversation and small talk and George found the young men to be most likeable. He discovered two of them were local whilst the third, a friend they had recently met, was camping in the area. George also noticed that as more alcohol was consumed that the boys' eyes focused longer on his wife's cleavage. In the cosy corner of the pub no one else noticed that yet another button of her dress had "accidentally" come undone. George observed how his wife leant forward more often than necessary and how the top of her dress parted showing the flesh of her breasts through her half-cup see-through bra. Indeed, the dress was unfastened almost to her navel and sometimes the boys caught a glimpse of bare flesh below her bra. Just a few times the dress came far enough apart for them to see her barely covered nipples. How Jean wished they were somewhere more private and the table wasn't obstructing the boys' view.

The bell behind the bar rang for last orders and George got the drinks in. Looking back at the table from the bar he realised that they had all had quite a bit to drink, especially Jean, who by now was obviously feeling quite merry and carefree. George had an idea.

When the glasses were once again nearly empty he said to the boys, "If your walking our way maybe you'd like to come back to our place for the last drink. We have a little holiday cottage not far away."

The boys looked at each other considering the offer; then, as they looked at Jean a certain expression came to their faces and almost simultaneously they told George, "Yes, great, thanks George." Then one asked, "If it's OK with Jean, that is?" Jean smiled and nodded her approval. On the way back to the cottage George felt excitement rising wondering just how far Jean would go in this situation – no one to interrupt them and all of them feeling quite relaxed and carefree. Jean felt excited too – she had let three young men see her panties and breasts and now, at her husbands' suggestion, they were taking them back to the privacy of their cottage. She knew it was for more than a drink – she knew the boys' were hoping for more than a drink – she knew that they all knew it was for more than a drink. How far did George want her to go, she thought? How far was she prepared to go? The more she thought about it, the more excited she became.



Housewifes Choice Ch. 2



When they arrived at the cottage, George, his wife Jean and the three young men they had invited back were well under the influence of the alcohol. Not drunk, just very merry with the false confidence that drink gives a person. The boys' were looking forward to Jean being very careless with her clothing and providing them with a sight they could masturbate to for weeks. Jean was excited that at last she could take her time indulging in her favourite pass-time and observe the effect it had on the lookers. There was something extra exciting and erotic about doing it in the privacy of their own home, especially when she fully realised that they had brought three young boys home intentionally for that purpose. They couldn't do this on the estate back home, she thought, not with the nosy neighbours – but on holiday down here in Devon no one knew them – they can do whatever they like.

George, aware of how sexy his wife was feeling was a happy man. He couldn't believe that the three young boys that he had watched his wife displaying her panties for had now come with them back to their cottage and that they were now hoping to watch her show more. George hoped that they were all going to have a very good time.

Jean excused herself and went to freshen up, leaving George to get the drinks. The cottage was small and while one boy sat on the two-seater sofa and George sat on a chair the others said they would be OK sitting on the carpet and would leave the space on the sofa for Jean. George thought that was an excellent idea – Jean sat next to one of the boys while the others sat in front of her on the carpet where they could look up her dress from just a couple of feet away.

When Jean came back into the room she had to walk between the boys on the floor and leant forward to remove a small cushion from the seat, giving her first little performance. Her dress wasn't particularly short but from the floor the boys were treated to a view of her stocking tops while the seated boy gazed at her ample cleavage. Although Jean had discretely refastened the buttons of her dress when leaving the pub they had once again "accidentally" popped open.

Sitting down, Jean made sure her dress rode up more than it needed to. Sensing the boys' eyes looking between her legs she moved her feet apart and let her left knee relax and fall to one side. George, seeing this, felt his penis strain against his clothing.

The conversation was happy and jolly and Jean fidgeted around opening her legs more then closing them again and accidentally letting her hand rest on the thigh of the boy next to her. Though she removed it the first few times she eventually was brave enough to leave her hand just a few inches below his crotch. She was thrilled to think she had probably made his cock harden – it certainly had – together with the other boys and her husbands' too.

Jean felt damp between her legs; here she was, sexually arousing three boys while her husband watched – and this time there was no one to interrupt. 

George wondered how things could progress, then he spotted an opportunity. 

One of the boys had taken a small camera from his pocket. "So I don't sit on it and break it I'll put it on the table," he explained. "It's a new digital camera I bought today."

"Are they better than the traditional ones - I'm a bit out of step with modern technology?" George asked. Jean knew he was lying.

"Well, maybe they won't replace normal photography but they have many advantages – and you don't need anyone to develop the pictures for you – much more private." George decided that he and the boy were on the same wavelength. Jean wondered whether this conversation was going to get boring.

" Like video, cam-cord, you can see what you've got right away," added the boy. "I'm fairly keen on making my own films."

"Really," said George, "You'll have to give me a demo on how to get the best out of them - bring it round one evening. So will your digital camera take good pictures in here, in this bad light?"

"Yes, shall I show you?" said the boy. "What shall I take a picture of?"

"Oh no!" said one of his friends, "Don't get him going with that, he'll bore us to death."

George thought the other boy wasn't very quick-witted, then noticed that the third one was very quiet because Jean was gently stroking and squeezing his thigh.

"Take a couple of photo's of my wife, let's see what it can do," suggested George.

Jean smiled into the camera and George was pleased she didn't remove her hand from the boys' leg. He did notice though that the others looked very envious. The photographer offered the camera to George so he could see the results on the little preview screen.

"Not very good I'm afraid, I'll have to play about with the settings," said the boy.

"Why don't you take several and get used to it," suggested George, "My wife's can be your model."

The boy focused on Jean as her legs came a little more parted. "We can't have the same pose for them all can we?" laughed George. "How about showing a little more leg – just like the pin-ups of my youth."

"Really, George!" laughed Jean, "You'll embarrass the poor boys." This is where the game changes thought Jean. Up to now her exhibitionism was supposed to have been accidental – now she was being asked to do it intentionally. But wasn't this just what she wanted? It was her choice – she could say no. Maybe George would regret it all in the cold light of day – maybe the boys wouldn't really be that interested - after all, she was old enough to be their mother. They were a respectable middle- aged couple and maybe the alcohol was ruling their heads. She found herself asking a question.

"I don't think the boys' will want to see my legs, will you lads?"

"Yeah, we're only having a bit of fun, besides you look real good." The slow boy had finally "cottoned-on" and tuned in.

"Well OK then," said Jean, then she looked at her husband and smiled making his cock twitch. Her hands slowly pulled up her dress and stopped just above her stocking tops – just enough to bring a few inches of bare flesh into view. Four pairs of eyes widened and four penis's got very much harder. Jean looked past the camera while the boy pressed the shutter. When the boy had fiddled with the camera settings Jean turned slightly to one side and pulled the dress a little further up exposing most of her left buttock and the straps of her suspender belt. George thought he heard the boys gasp.

Now she was sideways on to the seated boy and George made a suggestion.

"It's Peter isn't it? Why don't you put your arm around Jean as though you're going to kiss her?" The boy obeyed. "Put your hand on her chest – just to make it look a bit raunchier." The boy, not believing what he just heard put his hand just underneath her breasts. Jean gently took his hand and guided it inside her unbuttoned top, placing it on the nipple of her left tit. She leaned forward and put her lips to the boys, kissing him while her hand then moved to the back of his head drawing him harder to her.

The room had the most amazing sexual charge as they all looked on in silence. The kiss became more passionate as Jean pushed her tongue forward forcing it into the boys' mouth. The others watched as the boy's hand began to slowly make circles around Jeans' nipple. Jean sensing that the other boys wanted to see more unfastened the rest of her buttons and pulled apart the top of her dress. Now the flimsy see-through bra covering her breasts was fully exposed. George noticed the boy without the camera move his hand to his crotch and rub the bulge in his pants.

"Pull her dress a little further up for your next shot – lets see a glimpse of her panties," George said to the photographer.

The boy looked nervous about touching Jeans' clothing but when Jean, hearing this, turned her hips full on he gently sat between her legs and pulled her dress up a few inches more. Their was another gasp from the boys as Jeans' panties came into sight and the boy shook with excitement when Jean lifted her bum from the seat so he could lift her dress even higher. She carried on kissing the boy Peter knowing that the other boys were now able to see her pussy. She knew that the thin piece of material between her legs had once again disappeared in her crack and even though she had shaved most of her pubic hair off a few wispy bits would be visible sticking out from her panties. She also knew her pussy lips were swollen and prominent and both boys' face's were just a few inches away – then she opened her legs as much as was comfortably possible.

The boy who had pulled up Jeans' dress gazed between her legs then kneeling up he let both hands run slowly from her knees to her panty line moving to the inside of her thighs. Jean with Peter now playing more forcefully with her nipples wished the boy would touch her cunt – he wasn't yet brave enough to. She thought of wrapping her legs around his head and making him lick her - but she wasn't that brave either.

They had forgotten about George – but had they looked they would have seen him unzip his trousers and, with eyes wide open, slowly masturbate to the sight of his very naughty wife letting these young men play with her body.

Peter had to come up for air and broke away from the kiss – but not the touching of Jeans' tits. She watched, smiling, as the boys played with her legs and breasts and as the boy sat on the floor ran his hands up and down her silk stockings it was his turn to feel Jeans' hand behind his head. She firmly but slowly pushed his head down until his mouth came into contact with the bare flesh of her legs just below her panty line and above her stockings – he rained lots of little kisses on the inside of her thighs. Looking at Peter she whispered to him, "Would you like to pull my bra up and suck my breasts'?"

It was loud enough for the others to hear. Suddenly they heard a groan and whimper and turned their attention to the third boy. No one had noticed him take out his cock and, wanking hard, he had lost control – Jean looked fascinated as his sperm shot across the room and landed on her leg.

Well no one was going to interrupt them but Jean didn't think anything like this would bring their fun to a close! That was the end. Embarrassment and nervous laughter sobered everyone up. Jean; though disappointed, was more turned on than ever. She was sure the boys would have finished up fucking her – she was definitely going to let them. She had wanted to experience holding their cocks and taking them in her mouth – the alcohol had given her enough courage and desire to let it happen. Now the moment was lost – she said goodnight and retired to her bed leaving the others to make awkward conversation. The drink brought sleep to her very quickly.

Jean woke to the sound of birdsong and heard George in the garden. Pulling on a dressing gown she went downstairs and after putting the kettle on entered the living room. Sensing movement she looked to the floor behind the sofa and saw a body covered by a blanket. Not a dead one – it was one of the young men from last night. Before joining her husband in the garden Jean made a necessary trip to the bathroom then prepared a nice strong pot of tea, giving herself chance to reflect on the previous night's events.

"Good morning," Jean said to her husband. He answered her, kissed her cheek then sat next to her on the garden bench. He wasn't going to volunteer the information so Jean had to ask.

"Why did one boy stay behind?"

"Well we had a few more drinks and he wasn't in a fit state to go anywhere. He's the boy that's here on a camping and walking holiday and as he hadn't yet booked into a camp- site I suggested they leave him here. His gear was left at one of the other boy's houses – he has just been round and put it in the porch. When he wakes up can you tell him where it is?"

"Yes, but where are you going?" his wife asked.

"We had arranged to go into town if you remember. Seeing that you've slept late and we have an unexpected visitor I thought you would like me to go on my own – I really need to go to the bank and I have a few more important errands to do. You don't mind staying behind do you?" asked George.

"No, of course not," answered Jean.

Twenty minutes later Jean was sat in the kitchen having had a reviving pot of tea and a slice of toast. She heard the boy move in the next room and turned to see him enter the kitchen. She smiled and greeted him then her eyes went to between his legs – he was naked except for a small pair of briefs that emphasised the bulge of his curled up penis and testicles. Jean found it difficult to concentrate as he apologised for still being there. She offered him a cup of tea and was pleased that he accepted and, making no attempt to cover him-self or sit, she could take her time admiring his body. To a boy of his generation it was no big deal to walk about in your underwear – but to Jean's middle-aged middle class values it was quite a thing to be on your own with an almost naked youth parading in front of you. What would the neighbours at home think about this?

They made small talk as Jean's eyes moved up and down his body taking in the sight of his well- toned and tanned flesh and she felt a stirring in her groin. It was her turn now to be the voyeur. Then the boy asked if it was OK to use their shower before he left. Telling him that his stuff was in the porch Jean followed him and watched as he bent to take out the necessary items from his bag. The tight briefs around his firm buttocks made Jean almost give in to temptation and slide her hand under his waistband. When he was finally in the bathroom she sat in the kitchen reflecting on how life had suddenly become more interesting.

Several minutes later Jean walked upstairs with the intention of dressing when the boy, at the entrance to the bathroom, confronted her. 

"That's better," he said, "But I still feel a bit groggy from last night's drink."

Jeans' maternal instinct's came out as she said to him, "Go into the bedroom and have a lie down for a while – after all you've no need to rush off anywhere have you?"

Jean noticed, to her pleasure, that the boy had not dressed and was wearing now a white, very tight, small pair of briefs. The thing about white, she thought, is how it can sometimes easily show up what's beneath it. She stared at the outline of his penis, all the contours and shape of his genitals was visible beneath the flimsy material. The boy walked into the bedroom – Jean thought she had better have a shower herself.

Whilst showering Jean realised that she should have selected her clothes from the bedroom and brought them with her. She couldn't very well dress in the bedroom in front of him – and anyway, it probably wasn't fair to disturb him. No, Jean thought as she finished drying herself, I must get dressed, George will be home for his lunch before I have done anything. Staying naked aside from putting the dressing gown back on Jean told her-self that she really must go into the bedroom.

Quietly slipping into the bedroom Jean opened her underwear drawer and, with her back to the boy she looked to her side at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were closed and she turned to get a better look. Once again she felt something stir inside her when she noticed that his penis was no longer curled around his balls but was now lying across his groin, flaccid, but quite thick under the white cotton of his briefs. She looked at the rest of his body then turned back towards the task in hand. 

Opening the drawer had roused him slightly and Jean noticed through the mirror that the boys' eyes were now open and he was watching her. She took her time selecting different pairs of briefs and bra's then, after holding them up to view, changed her mind and picked out others. She was taking a long time – but then - she wanted to. She noticed – or imagined she noticed – a twitch of his penis. Not being able to actually look directly she couldn't be sure, but it seemed to have grown a little.

Jean looked down and noticed that with bending the front of her gown had become loose and separated showing much of her breasts. Out of the side of her eye she saw that the boy was also looking at her reflection though the mirror. Being careful not to look directly at him Jean reasoned that it might be an idea to dress here after all. He can't see much with my back to him anyway, she thought. She knew that wasn't quite true.

Jean felt a little nervous but excited as she slowly pulled the cord that was holding her gown together. The gown fell apart and she saw through the mirror how her ample breasts were now in full view of the boy. She moved her arms back craftily using her elbows to take the material of the gown back with them. Stealing a glance through the mirror Jean saw that the boys' penis was most definitely bigger now – and just for a second her eyes met his.

Averting her glance Jean pretended it never happened and decided to change her mind about her selection of underwear, once again holding different items up in the air for consideration. This time though it was with her gown fully open and the boy not making any secret about watching her. A quick peep in the mirror made her catch her breath when she saw that the boy was gently running his hand along the length of his now very hard and much grown penis.

Jean decided to prolong her dressing and moved to another drawer that contained her stockings and suspender belts. She chose a very sexy looking one and, moving to a position whereby the boy could see the lower half of her body through the mirror she pulled the gown back and wrapped the belt around her waist. Now she was showing the boy her naked body from the waist down. No see-through underwear, no lacy panties, totally naked pussy and breasts.

She took her time fastening the belt making sure the boy had the best view possible, without actually turning around. Her hands started to shake a little when she realised just what she was doing. A glance at the mirror let her see that the boy now had his hand down the waistband of his underpants and was gripping his cock. She lifted a leg onto the arm of a chair to slide on a stocking. When it came to the other leg Jean knew that, when she lifted it and rested her foot on the chair, the lips of her vagina would open and be clearly visible through the mirror.

Her leg lifted, then Jean, after slowly sliding her stocking the length of her leg, looked directly at the boy. His penis was now sticking out of the top of his briefs and his hand was furiously masturbating. The boy was looking directly at her and Jean this time made no attempt to avoid his gaze. Nor did she move her leg or cover herself – she stayed still and watched the boy look at her pussy while he wanked – he watched her looking at his throbbing cock.

Looking at a reflection isn't quite as good as looking directly so Jean put her foot back on the floor and turned around to face the boy. He continued to masturbate and Jean looked with admiration and lust at his thick and long angry looking cock. Not wishing to spoil the view he had she leant back against the chest of drawers and spread her feet wide, making sure her gown was pulled open. She moved her hand down to her inner thigh then let her fingers creep up to her now moist cunt.

And so for a few minutes they enjoyed the event – both exhibitionists – both voyeurs – both masturbating – no one speaking. The boy was first to move when suddenly he sprang from the bed and threw his arms around Jean. She was taken by surprise but wasn't able to protest because the boys' mouth had closed over hers. He kissed her hard and she shivered when his naked flesh met hers and she felt the hardness of his cock on her belly.

Jean parted her lips from his as he tried to drag her to the bed.




Housewifes Choice Ch. 2



"No," she said, "I'm old enough to be your mother. We shouldn't be doing this."

"Come on, you know you want to," replied the boy, trying to pull her forward. "I want to fuck you!" the boy exclaimed.

"Calm down a bit," said Jean gently, "Lets not get rough and spoil things." With that comment she took hold of his penis and started to slowly move his foreskin up and down. "You can touch me too if you like," she whispered. The boy, breathing heavily, ran his hands over her body while his eyes took in the sight. Jean stopped rubbing his cock just long enough to slip the gown from her shoulders, leaving her stood in nothing else but her stockings.

"Is that better?" she asked the boy, now squeezing his cock a little harder. With her free hand she took hold of his right hand and placed it on her nipples. "Just roll my tit between your fingers and gently pull it," she instructed the boy. She held his left hand and moved it between her legs, then, taking hold of his fingers placed them at the top of her crack, bending them to find her clitoris. "Not too hard," she whispered, "Nice and gentle." The boy obeyed.

"You have a lovely cock," she told him, "It's nice to touch a young boy like you. Do you like to see my body and touch me?" The young man grunted a yes.

They were stood slightly apart so that each of them could watch their mutual masturbation.

"Your fantastic," declared the boy, "I love it when I can see up your skirt and see your knickers."

"Does that make your cock hard – make you want to fuck me." Jean didn't use this language normally, but then she normally didn't wank off young boys while naked.

The boy mumbled again and Jean asked, "Did your friends enjoy last night too – do you think they want to fuck me?"

"Oh yes!" the boy said, "I want to do it now."

"Not now, no – but we'll have to get together again then we'll see if we can make it happen – and your friends too." Jean couldn't believe the offer she had just made.

"Why not now?" the boy asked impatiently.

Jean didn't tell him but she had the most unusual thought for a woman in that situation. She wished her husband were present. They had always shared everything and enjoyed their little games together. It didn't seem right to have her first fuck with someone else without him knowing. To Jean, part of the pleasure was doing these daring things in front of George. She was a loyal and considerate wife.

Lust sometimes wins over loyalty and Jean, watching and feeling the hot penis, and feeling the boys' fingers just in the right place, pulled him toward her and kissed him. At the same time she guided his cock to the entrance of her cunt and holding it there, pushed it just far enough in to wank it against her clit. Her hands moved faster on his cock while her hips gyrated, her free hand went behind and gripped his buttocks so she had full control of the swaying.

Faster went her hand then she stopped the kissing and almost shouted to the boy, "Grip my tits – hard! Suck them, let me feel your teeth!" She was about to come and let out a little yell – the boy beat her to it. A warm liquid splashed against her and pressing his cock harder against her clit and thrusting her hips back and forth she felt her own orgasm rise.

At the height of her ecstasy she moaned loudly as she caught a glimpse of her husband's head through the door – then he was gone.

It took quite a few minutes for Jean and the boy to dress and return to normal. The boy kissed her then they both went downstairs to the living room.

"Well," said the boy awkwardly, "I'll see you soon then, thank your husband for me for letting me stay."

When he had gone Jean looked for her husband and found him in the garden.

"Have you been home long?" she asked.

"Quite a while – I didn't disturb you – you were busy. What's for lunch?"

Jean smiled, so he had been present after all – and he seemed happy about it.

"Shall we go upstairs first?" she asked.

"Yes, I'd like that – very much," answered George.



Housewife's Choice Ch. 3



Please note that inadvertently, Chapter One of this story was posted in the Loving Wives section.

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George and Jean didn't go for dinner to the restaurant that night. They had spent most of the afternoon in bed and when they finally decided to have a snack it had spoiled their appetite. Not that they thought it had been a wasted day, it had been very enjoyable. They had sex – rested – then had sex again. Instead of the bouncing gymnastics they had touched and licked and sucked and explored each other's bodies. George knew it wasn't just his cock or tongue giving his wife pleasure – it was the thoughts and pictures in her head of the three young men – but it didn't matter. Jean had dressed up for George in the sort of underwear made especially for sexual pleasure. The sort Jean was thinking about when she had told him some things are better bought mail order.

George wondered whether anyone else would get to see her like this one day – he suspected they would.

At 8:30pm the couple had a stroll along the coast. "Are we going to the pub for a drink?" asked Jean.

"Well, unless you really want to I thought it better if we gave it a miss tonight."

"Yes, if we see anyone we know they'll expect us to be sociable. I'm not really in the mood for company tonight."

"I agree," said George, "We'll not bother."

They both knew that what they really meant was that if they saw the boys; they would probably expect to be taken back to the cottage. Too much too soon was not a good idea, anyway, they'd had their fill of sex for the time being. George thought he had better tell his wife what he had arranged though.

"Last night, when we talked about camera's and video's, I did suggest they that bring their cam-cord round one evening. You know, so they can show me the finer techniques of film making," George explained.

Jean didn't comment but she thought – all three have to come? – George wants to learn about making videos? – is it not better to show him during the day, outdoors? She didn't query it with him – some things are better left unsaid.

So they had a quiet stroll and went to bed early. George slept well; it was the best holiday he could remember. Jean decided that they would have to come down to the cottage more often.

The following day was spent visiting local places of interest and when, at late afternoon, they came back to the village, Jean wanted to visit the row of small shops. Looking in the window of one they heard a familiar voice behind them.

"Hi, doing a spot of shopping?"

They turned to see the photographer boy smiling at them. "Are you in the pub tonight, I could bring my camera like you suggested?"

"Yes, we probably will be," said George, taken by surprise. "We'll maybe see you in there." George looked at his wife, inquiringly.

"If we miss you, come up to the cottage. We should be back soon tonight – we are going to eat early." The words came from Jean and it was all George needed to hear. "Yes, come straight to the cottage," echoed George. "You can show me how your camera works."

"That's great," said the boy, "I wasn't going to drink 'cause I need to bring my gear in the car." 

George thought the evening was going to be very entertaining – Jean had a smile on her face.

Instead of the restaurant, the couple decided it was too warm to eat a full meal so early, so instead settled for a traditional Devon Cream Tea eaten in the village tea gardens. Truth was, that eating and drinking too much in hot weather made them feel listless and tired – and both wanted to feel in top form – why, neither of them was quite sure. George actually felt a little disappointed because his wife had dressed in a not very revealing red dress and he was beginning to think he had overestimated the situation. Of course they had never discussed it.

They strolled back to the cottage in good time. George had estimated that by the time the boy had finished work, eaten and had a shower that he could be expected at the cottage about seven thirty.

Seven thirty arrived – Jean announced, "I think I'll go and freshen up a little." George said OK and sat in the garden thinking that perhaps a little alcohol would after all have been a good idea to relax every-ones inhibitions. I don't really want a technical lecture on film making, he admitted to himself.

The boy duly arrived as expected with Peter, the other local lad that had just missed out getting really lucky with Jean two nights ago. George noticed that Peter seemed a little nervous and embarrassed meeting again. More reason to have a drink thought George.

"Where's your other friend?" asked George casually.

"He may be along later," said the photographer Paul. "He's been out walking all day – only just got back – he's badly in need of a shower, something to eat and a good drink. Say's he try his best to get here though."

I bet he will, thought George, I bet he will!

The next forty-five minutes were spent, reluctantly; walking around the garden while Paul demonstrated his knowledge and skill, giving George the camera so that he could have a go him-self. George, feigning interest, kept wondering what had become of Jean. Suddenly she appeared in the garden.

The conversation stopped and all eyes looked at Jean. George thought he could hear a faint "Fucking Hell!" as both boys breathed out heavily. Much to her husbands' pleasure Jean had got changed. The red dress had gone to be replaced by a short, but wide at the hem, pleated white skirt. She had on shoes with fairly high heels that accentuated the shape of her calves' - and on top she wore a flesh coloured, slightly too tight, silk blouse that showed her ample cleavage disappearing into her black half cup bra. Silk clings – and boy did this cling! As Jean moved around and stood in a certain light George noticed that the boys could see through the skirt, knowing she was wearing black panties, black suspender belt and stockings. George noticed one more detail that made her look particularly sexy – she was wearing black stockings too. Now black underwear and stockings over a white short skirt could get you arrested by the Fashion Police – but with a flesh coloured blouse and high heel shoes it looked amazingly sexy to the two young studs when on a forty-year old woman with Jeans figure. George thought it looked OK too.

Jean did her share of looking also, at the telltale bulges in the boys' trousers. Now she was feeling sexy it made her nipples harden and protrude from the semi-transparent material of her blouse. She made sure she stood tall with shoulders back to get the best effect. The boy Paul stammered, "Shall I show you how to deal with inside lighting conditions? It's best to show you later, when it's darker though. I have brought my lamps and things – I could be setting up the gear in the house if you like?"

"Yeah, when you've set it up we'll all have a drink. If you don't want to drive you can leave your gear here while morning," suggested George. Yes let's do that thought Jean - now she felt even more turned on – she had dressed sexily and aroused the young men and now, once again, she and her husband were inviting them inside the cottage with the intention of taking things further. She had a picture in her head of the young boys, undressed and simultaneously playing with, sucking and licking her body while she held and did likewise to their cocks – and all while her husband watched! What made it even more thrilling was that she knew that the boys now expected some sort of sexual excitement from her – she exchanged little smiles with them both.

"By the way," said George to his wife, "The boys say that their other friend might be along later." 

Jean felt her now damp twat give a little twitch – perform with all three of them, she thought - all at once – undress for them then let them have me. She pulled herself together, "Really," she smiled, "That's good."

Inside the cottage everyone sat back with a drink except Paul; he had work to do. Jean had helped with the drinks bending low to get a bottle of George's' best scotch from a small cabinet. The bulges, she noticed, were still there. They made small talk for about an hour, George being the only one to fill up his glass regularly. Though the others had enough to make them relax he sensed they had made a definite decision not to drink too much.

Jean, not being able to move around much now that the already small room was cluttered with tripods and lights saw no opportunity to arouse the boys and was beginning to lose interest. She wasn't aware that the boys' hadn't a clue on how to make the first move. Paul was waiting for an invitation to point his camera at Jean but didn't want to seem pushy – he certainly was not in the mood for giving George more instruction – that ruse had been the excuse to get them this far. George on the other hand, hoping to make things look spontaneous and not contrived was waiting for Paul.

And so they all sat, each one waiting for the other to make a move. George decided to give up on his waiting game - whilst Jean had excused herself to visit the bathroom he said, "Well go on then Paul, tell me more about your camera."

Paul didn't answer but moved across the room and set things up so everyone could see what the camera saw on TV. He panned the room and now the TV set was being used as a monitor George and Peter's eyes looked at the screen. When Jean re-entered the room the camera was pointed at her and when she saw herself on the screen smiled – at last something was going to happen. Almost at once she felt the sexiness envelop her body. She moved back to the sofa and as she sat down she allowed her skirt to rise just enough to show her stocking tops.

"Looks like you're a film star. Lights, action!" shouted George.

Paul, taking that as an instruction switched on his powerful lights. Jean was now the centre of attention and though she had dreamed of this many times didn't know how to react. Peter made an observation, "It looks like the set of one of those amateur porn films," he declared.

"Sexy Housewife Shows All," George joked. "So you're not a film star – you're a porn star!"

Everyone laughed nervously at George's weak joke – including George.

"Well in that case…" said Jean – she pushed her chest out then ran her hands over her breasts. Looking into the camera she moved to the edge of the seat and spread her legs wide, making her skirt ride up and show her partially covered pussy to the boys. Catching a glimpse of her-self on screen made little shockwaves move through her body – now she had an excuse to be really naughty. Peter, sat on the floor nearest to her had the best view up her skirt, Jean noticed this and swivelled her hips to face Peter full on. The camera moved as well and the picture on the screen showed a very well lit close up view of Jeans black panty clad pussy. The camera slowly zoomed out to reveal Jeans' hand on the back of Peter's head. Caressing his face and running her fingers through his hair she pushed his head gently but firmly to her inner thigh. Now his face was a mere six inches from her twat. She moved her hips to and fro, as though she was about to fuck his face.

Peter was scared of moving and so for a few minutes Jean wiggled her hips about while Paul filmed her and George watched on the screen. Jean, looking at the screen too, felt incredibly turned on when she realised that this young boy was just a few inches off being able to put his tongue in her pussy and that his eyes could see every detail. She knew too that her husband could now see the action in close up. Not being able to resist the temptation she moved her hand to the crotch of her panties and pulled them aside, showing the boy her bare pussy. Intending it just to be a quick movement she instead held the material back while she looked at the screen herself then turned her head to look at George. Her husband smiled and nodded slowly. It's OK to go farther, thought Jean.

"Come up here and sit beside me," she said to Peter. Still sitting with her legs wide open she looked at the camera remembering there was a boy behind it. What a view he must have - zoom lens and all, she thought. She let her hand move between her legs and ran her forefinger along her crack. The bulge in the boys' trousers had grown to an incredible size. Jean slouched back in the seat splaying her legs wide to show off her black panties.

"Kiss me," she whispered to the boy sat next to her. One of his arms was around her shoulders and he drew her to him and kissed her passionately on the lips. Knowing George and Paul were watching in anticipation she took the boys' other hand and slowly moved it to her tits. Making little circular movements, then leaving him to carry on playing with her nipples she let her hand fall to his lap and gently stroked the bulge, feeling the outline of his penis. She moved her hips and wriggled about to let everyone know she wanted to be fucked.

Peter didn't take the initiative and unfasten her blouse so Jean made things progress. Breaking away from the boy's kiss she said, "It's very hot in here with those lights I think I'll have to loosen my clothing."

The boys' eyes widened as Jean slowly began to unfasten her buttons. After undoing three she stopped. "Would you like to carry on and take it off for me?" she asked Peter.

Jean watched the screen and sat upright letting the now very nervous boy unfasten the rest of her buttons then slowly slip the blouse off her shoulders. The room fell silent, as all in it looked first at Jean then the image on the TV. Her large nipples pushed through the lacy black material of her bra, which just about covered her breasts. The gusset of her matching black panties was visible above the few inches of white fleshed thighs between her stockings and cunt.

She looked at the boy. "Your turn," she said. "If you really want it to look like an amateur porn film you'll have to take off your trousers."

Peter's mouth fell open, then as he looked at the camera he heard his friend behind it say, "Go on Pete, don't be chicken, make it look authentic." His hand, shaking moved to his zip.

Almost simultaneously Jean and Paul stole a glance at George who was sat quietly in the corner. Now it was Paul's turn for his mouth to fall open in amazement. George had unfastened his pants and was gently masturbating, his proud cock on view to all. Peter looked back into the viewfinder and now felt comfortable enough to let one hand unzip his fly and find it's way to his cock. Jean, seeing this, started to breathe heavily and watched Peter remove his trousers, his boxer shorts covering his very hard cock. This means they want me to have their cocks, thought Jean. Here I am with two boys and my husband with my blouse removed, two are playing with their cocks and the other one has taken off his trousers - I can do anything I like.

Jean took hold of the boy's tee shirt and started to remove it, "We haven't finished getting undressed yet, have we?" she said. Removing his shirt she then knelt down and removed his socks, "Look silly if you leave those on – when the rest of you is naked," she said. Peter almost whimpered. Jean then sat back next to him, this time pulling up her skirt with her hand, then running it up to her belly she let it rest between her legs and gently stroked the crease of her gusset. Her other hand slipped inside the opening of Peter's boxer shorts and she gave a little gasp as she found his hard, hot penis. She looked straight at the camera as both her wrists moved up and down, one on her pussy, the other on Peter's cock. After all, this show was for everyone.

She would let them enjoy the sight for a few minutes; this was the advantage of being in their home, no one to interrupt - she couldn't do this in the park or the cliff-tops. She could take her time – and her husband could wank to his hearts content whilst he watched. Jean moved her left leg a little further apart – just to give the cameraman a better view. Her eyes then focused on the front of Paul's trousers as his hand moved faster. She hadn't actually seen their cocks yet – time to do something about that, she thought.

Looking down toward Peter's hidden cock she parted the material with her other hand and brought his penis into view. Cupping his balls with one hand and wanking him with the other she unwittingly let her face descend to meet it and opened her mouth, taking his cock deep into the back of her throat. Her head began to move up and down. George will love this, she thought, sucking a boy's cock while he watches - shall I make him come in my mouth, or shall I wait and savour the moment. She let the penis go free from her mouth but keeping her hands in place, sat up again – George, she noticed, looked ecstatic.

Fearing she might make the boy ejaculate too soon she let go of his cock and put her arm around his neck drawing his head to her nipples. "Suck my tits darling, she said. "Suck them through my bra." While the boy obeyed she smiled into the camera then looked at the screen, at the same time letting her fingers find their way inside her panties and massage her clit. This will do for a few minutes, she thought. She watched herself on film, masturbating whilst a young almost naked boy with his cock sticking out of his boxer shorts sucked and licked her tits. His friend, with his hand inside his pants, filming it whilst playing with himself – and in the corner – her husband, watching and wanking. To Jean - this was heaven – and she let it go on for ages.

"Paul," she suddenly asked, looking into the camera, "Are you not getting too warm? Why don't you undress? Then I can watch what you're doing," she teased. "Show me what you are doing."

Paul excepted the challenge, put down the camera and stood up in front of Jean to slowly disrobe. Off came his socks and shoes, then his shirt, then his trousers. Jean, still masturbating herself and wanking Peter while she watched him, hissed, "Carry on – don't stop there." Peter was left with just a tight pair of jockey shorts, his cock bulging out. Hesitating for a moment, he very slowly and deliberately put his thumbs in the waistband and began to lower his underwear. At the point where his cock was about to spring into view he stopped and looked Jean in the eye. 

Jean released Peter's cock from her grip and without taking her eyes off Paul leant forward and removed her bra. Paul exhaled loudly, while Peter gave a little whimper as her naked breasts came on view. Sitting back again she lifted her right tit with one hand and pulled Peter's face toward her with the other. "Suck it," she ordered. Taking his hand and placing it on the other breast Peter dutifully obeyed. Still looking at Paul, she said, "Well! Take them off and show me what you like to do while you watch."

Paul pulled down his briefs and his cock, about 8" and very thick stuck proudly out. "Now - put your camera on its tripod and show me what you do. He fumbled naked with the camera then stood in front of Jean, between her outstretched legs. As he watched his friend sucking Jean's tits and her stroking her pussy he began to slowly masturbate for her. His gaze wondered from her black stockinged outstretched legs to her pulsing fingers in her pussy, then to her bare tits, finally to the lustful look on her face. Her eyes focused up from his cock to meet his, "You have a lovely cock. Take my panties off," she said.

George, in the corner, had to stop touching himself. His heart was beating fast with excitement and anticipation – he didn't want to ejaculate yet. There was still a lot to happen. Whether to watch his wife on the screen or watch directly was another problem. And how the sight of the naked young man fascinated him. George imagined what it would be like to play with his cock. What would Jean think about that, he thought? 




Housewife's Choice Ch. 3



Paul let go of his cock and knelt between Jean's legs. She lifted her hips to assist him and her pussy made contact with his cock. Paul put his hands on her buttocks and held her there. Wondering whether to try and penetrate her he heard her repeat the instruction, "Take them off."

He slid her panties off, Peter, still sucking and playing with her tits gave another little whimper as he gazed down watching. Jean opened her cunt with her fingers for the boy to see the red flesh of the wet hole. "Lick me, please! I've never felt another mans' tongue in my pussy. Lick me hard, find my button with your tongue."

Paul successfully obeyed and Jean, putting her hands behind his head thrust her hips in and out like she was fucking his mouth. She looked at her husband, "Can I George? Can I go all the way?"

George, watching his wife, who was naked except for her short skirt and stockings and who had one boy licking her cunt and another one sucking and playing with her nipples asked teasingly, "Do you really want to? You want to be fucked – in front of me?"

"Yes!" she moaned.

"Let me hear you say it then – ask me again."

"Please George! I want to let them fuck me! I want them to give me a good fucking! While you watch! Can I George? Will you let me? Will you let your wife be fucked while you watch?"

George looked at Paul's arse sticking up in the air, his head bobbing up and down between his wife's legs and watched his cock swing to and fro. He really wanted to join in with them.

"Yes," said George simply.

Wasting no time Jean gripped Paul's hair drawing his head back. "Put your dick inside me – fuck me." She moved lower in the seat so her cunt was overhanging the edge. Paul pushed his cock into her and started thrusting, hard but slow. At last she had realised a dream, someone else was shagging her - and whilst others watched. She hoped this would be the first of many times – and many men. She was going to make up for lost time. She could get addicted to being fucked by other men. And wasn't it great – her husband was going to let her.

"Fuck me harder my darling!" she said to Paul. Then looking at Peter who had lifted his head to watch, she said, "Don't worry my love, you can have a turn as well. Do you want to fuck me – or shall I suck your cock while you watch Paul. I'll let you squirt it in my mouth if you like. What would you like?

The boy muttered almost inaudibly, "Suck me."

"Good boy! - Take your boxer shorts off and kneel on the sofa. Naked, he positioned himself on his knees and as he pushed his cock towards Jeans' mouth she opened up and greedily devoured it holding on to his buttocks and rhythmically moved her head in a fucking action. At the same time she thrust her hips to meet Paul's penetrating thick penis, feeling her pelvic bone against the short stubble of his pubic hair agitate her clitoris.

Breaking away to take a breath she decided to watch herself being fucked for a while but carried on wanking and licking Peters' dick. She knew that young boys' wouldn't last long before they shot their load and was going to keep her promise to Peter – let him come in her mouth.

Sensing him stiffen his body she held his cock close to her mouth and opened wide – to let the others enjoy the view. Pushing her tongue out she licked the end as she wanked harder then when he was about to come she tightened her grip and pulled his foreskin right back exposing his angry purple helmet. As the first spurts came shooting out she opened wide and caught them on her tongue letting the others see. Now the main flush shot out Jean closed her mouth around his cock fulfilling her promise. She sucked slow and hard drinking the copious amount of liquid that came from Peter's member. The boy eventually fell back exhausted and not believing what he had just experienced. 

Jean, now concentrating on being fucked wrapped her legs around Paul and told him to move faster – she was about to reach her own climax. She suddenly dropped her legs and without losing his cock managed to sit upright. "Fuck me harder I'm going to come," she whispered in his ear. As he tried his best she lifted a tit and forced it between his lips. "Squeeze them hard and bite them. " The boy fell backwards and Jean went with him. "No – don't spoil it!" she begged. Jean moved on top of Paul and quickly put his cock back inside her hole. Now she had the room she could go as hard as she liked. The others watched her arse bounce up and down grinding against the boy, her tits swinging from side to side.

It was more than George could take. His wife, fucking a boy, wearing stockings, suspenders and her little skirt around her waist, it was too much! He stood and pointing his cock toward Jeans' bobbing arse he let his sperm shoot over her naked flesh. Jean felt it – Paul saw it – Jean had her orgasm - Paul climaxed. Everyone had been satisfied.

Two minutes later no one had spoken. They all lay around recovering. There was a knock on the door. Jean smiled to herself. If you're the usual interruption you're too bloody late!



Housewife's Choice Ch. 4



One of the boys answered the door while the others made themselves respectable.

"It's Mike," shouted Peter, "He's finally got here."

Mike, the boy who had been camping walked into the room, "Hope you didn't start without me," he quipped.

"Well actually we did, it's all over with," said George, trying once more to sound amusing. 

"What is?" Mike looked around the room and when he saw the equipment he gathered he had missed something interesting. Jean said, "Sit down Mike. Would you like a drink?"

Mike looked like he had drunk a few already. He accepted the drink and while Paul packed away his gear said, "So what did I miss then?"

"Well if you wasn't so fond of the alcohol and had come round earlier you'd know!" Paul fired into him.

Jean smiled but the atmosphere was a bit tense for the next few minutes. The two local boys took great pains to thank George and Jean for an enjoyable evening and made them promise they would all do it again. Paul whispered to George, "We are very trustworthy and discrete." 

Making it obvious they didn't want the company of the third boy they said their goodnights and left.

"I'm sorry," said the boy when the others had gone, "I think I've made an ass of myself. I'll finish my drink and go." Looking at Jean he smiled and said, "I'd like to know what I missed though."

George, remembering the scene in the bedroom thought, "You missed the time of your life boy."

Jean beckoned her husband to go into the kitchen with her. "We could show him the video of what he missed," she said. "Unless you're tired and ready for bed – then we'll let him leave."

"Are you tired?" asked George, "Have you had enough?"

"I'll leave it to you," said Jean, "You decide. We can always "play it by ear" so to speak." With that she kissed her husband and whispered in his ear, "By the way – Thank you." Jean went back into the living room and sat across from Mike.

"You want to know what you missed?" said George. "Put that video in the player and see." George had shouted from the kitchen and stayed there while Mike, looking confused, switched on the TV set and started the VCR. Jean settled back and observed Mike. George watched quietly from the kitchen doorway.

The film progressed from Jean smiling into the camera to when she first exposed herself. When it got to where the boys took off their clothes Mike looked very envious and jealous. He hissed little comments under his breath. Jean was beginning to feel sexy again. Mike felt peeved that the boys had achieved what he hoped to have achieved a day ago.

Jean walked across to George standing in the doorway of the kitchen. "It's up to you darling," she said.

"I'm OK – Is your appetite not satisfied yet?" he asked metaphorically.

Looking him in the eye she said, "No– I'd like to taste something else."

George wasn't sure whether she meant that metaphorically or was being literal.

"Make the most of it then," he said. Jean smiled and walked back into the room, this time sitting next to Mike.

"Are you enjoying that?" she asked putting her arm around him.

"Jesus – yes – I wish I had come round earlier. I met a blonde girl in the pub and thought I could get off with her"

"You could have got off with me," said Jean, moving her hand to his crotch.

"Yeah? – I guess it's too late now," he said.

"Not necessarily," answered Jean, placing his hand inside her blouse and kissing his neck.

"But what about your hus…."

"Shhhh – It's OK – Don't worry about it," she re-assured him. "Watch the action." She undid a couple of buttons to make things easier for him.

George couldn't actually see, but as the film progressed Jean had unfastened Mike's fly and was playing gently with his cock. George felt an amazing sexual surge as he once again looked at his wife performing on the screen with the two young men. He took out his penis – and realised once more that he was as much turned on with the boys naked bodies as he was with his wife's exposure.

The alcohol intake of Mike began to have an effect – he forgot about George standing behind him. "Jean, I wanted to fuck you - why didn't you let me fuck you like that? Can I suck your tits?"

"Are you drunk?" asked Jean, laughing. "That last Scotch George gave you didn't go well with your pints of beer did it?" she said.

"I think you had better stay here with us tonight," she whispered in his ear. "Sleep in our bed this time – with us. Would you like that?"

George got very excited. His wife came over to him and took hold of his cock. "He's had a bit to drink and he will be quite happy to stay with us. He's not sure what's going on - he just want's sex. Shall we take him to bed with us?"

Jean's voice sounded very matter of fact, not wanting to sound too eager, George muttered an OK. Does Jean know how I fantasise about the boys' thought George? To lie in bed naked with Jean and a boy would be great. Even better to watch his slim well toned body and stiff cock having sex with his wife. And maybe – just maybe…

"We'll wait here while you get ready for bed and use the bathroom. I'll bring him up shortly." George nodded his head agreeing with Jeans' seduction plan. As he started to climb the staircase he looked back to see his wife lift her left breast from her bra for the boy to suck her nipple.

George used the bathroom then lay on the bed in his underwear waiting for the others. He heard them climb the stairs and expected one of them to come into the bedroom whilst the other used the bathroom. Instead he heard the shower turn on and Jean speak to the boy, "Let's get you clean and refreshed shall we?" A minute later she walked into the bedroom, her skirt had gone and her blouse was fully unfastened.

"I'll have a shower too – I'll just get a couple of towels." With that she walked out and George heard her re-enter the bathroom. She was going to have a shower with the boy, he told himself. He heard the unmistakable sound of someone urinating as the door was firmly closed. The pictures in his head gave him "butterflies" in his stomach and almost made him ejaculate without touching his cock. He could have been annoyed at being shut out but instead found the situation most erotic.

Most of the sounds were drowned out by the noise of running water and George let his imagination run riot. Twenty minutes later Jean led the boy back into the bedroom. They were both naked and the boy let himself be guided around like he was helpless. George noticed that the boy's cock was flaccid – his wife had made the boy shoot his load – he could only imagine how.

Jean, following George's gaze said, "Young boy's recover quickly don't they? Then last much longer the second time."

George agreed with what she was saying but wondered how she knew that. She led the boy to the bed and suggested that he should lay down on the top and not get under the covers – "Because it's such a warm night," she explained.

She lay down also so that the boy was in between her and George. The boy was strangely silent and George wondered why – he looks content though, George thought. What did go on in the bathroom?

Jean rested on one elbow facing Mike and run her hand along the length of his body brushing his still soft cock on every downward journey. She occasionally bent her head to lick and nibble his nipples and kiss his belly. Then she reached over the boy and put her hand inside her husband's briefs. George had to move nearer to the boy and their bodies touched.

"Take off your underwear George," said Jean. He struggled out of his underpants while Jean held his penis then she very slowly pulled the foreskin right back then released it. It was a slow wank. George's member stood proudly like a small tree trunk. Jean leaned further across the boy's torso resting her breasts on his body; She smiled to herself when she saw he had started to watch the movement of her hand on her husband's cock. She smiled even more when she saw that his soft penis, lying on his belly, was beginning to grow. George was turned on when he saw the boy looking at his cock – and by the touch of his body.

Jean, still holding her husband's penis kissed Mike, then pulling George's cock to make him move even closer she suddenly released it making it fall on the boy's hip. Mike, feeling the contact of George's penis jumped. Jean gently restrained his movements and he quickly relaxed again. George stayed still – he made no attempt to remove his cock from the boy's hip.

Stroking the boy's body Jean finally let her fingers curl around Mike's cock. It rose to the occasion. She then moved up the bed slightly so her breasts were in kissing distance of his face. She told the boy what a lovely body he had and how well proportioned he was. She said how she liked the fact he had shaved off most of his body hair and how nice his balls and cock looked without it. "George likes it too," she said. " He likes to admire your cock and look at your naked body." All the time she moved his foreskin slowly up and down, just like she had done for George.

"Did you like watching me play with my husband's cock?" she asked. "I can almost touch both at the same time." She let her fingers travel across the boy's belly until she felt George's penis resting on the boy's hip. Placing her hand on top of his cock she pressed it down and began to do rolling actions on the boys' body. "Does that feel nice?" she whispered to the boy. "Can you feel George's hot cock on your belly?"

The boy whimpered but didn't move. Jean noticed that his cock was now very hard. So he didn't dislike it that much she thought! "Will you let him hold your cock?" she whispered in Mike's ear.

"I'm not gay!" the boy almost yelped.

"No one thought you were darling," Jean quietly told him. "But you can still enjoy looking and having people touch you. It's Ok for men to admire each other – just as it is for girls to kiss and be affectionate." Then, moving close to his ear she whispered, "We came up here to be naughty and give each other pleasure. No one else is going to know what we do." She kissed him on the lips to stop further protest then took hold of her husband's hand placing it on Mike's cock. She waited for the boy to try and struggle free – but he didn't.

Jean waited and watched for a while then again whispered in the boy's ear. "There – isn't that nice? Why don't you hold George's for him? You must wonder what it feels like to hold someone else's dick. I'd like to watch you play with each other."

"I'm not gay or bisexual! I've never done this before!" repeated the boy.

"We'll just play with each other before I let you fuck me," whispered Jean. "Give each other pleasure. That is - if you want too?"

She saw the boy's hand move down to his hip and find George's cock. He hesitated then slowly stroked it for a few seconds. Then when it twitched he curled his fingers around it and gently moved the foreskin.

Jean kissed him on the cheek; "There's a good boy. It's OK, no one will know."

Watching each of them pull the others cock, Jean put her fingers between her legs and rubbed herself. She looked at the contented expression on George's face as he caressed the young firm penis. Having an idea she moved down the bed and positioned her mouth over Mike's cock.

"Wank him in my mouth," she instructed her husband. She covered his purple helmet with her mouth and George moved his hand faster. She sucked hard for a few minutes then stopped when he was about to lose control. Moving back up to his ear she whispered to him, "If you like the same things we do you can visit us often – we can have some good times. Are you enjoying yourself at the moment?"

"Yes," answered the boy simply.

"I want to see your cock in George's mouth," she whispered. "I want you to let him suck you? Will you?"

The boy didn't answer for quite a while, then almost inaudibly hissed, "OK, I will!"

Jean slid back down to the boy's penis and licked the bulbous end. Turning her head sideways on she beckoned George.

"Kiss me," she said.

As her husband positioned himself lower down on the bed and was about to make contact with his lips Jean lifted the hard cock of the boy and rested it in the corner of her mouth. Now as George kissed her he had also to kiss the boys dick. Jean looked her husband straight in the eye as she pushed her tongue forward opening George's mouth and as his lips parted she moved the penis into his mouth. George didn't resist – he closed his mouth round the boy's cock and sucked moving his head up and down at the same time. Jean was again the watcher.

She moved up to the boys' face and whispered to him.

"Did you know that was George sucking you and not me? Look down and watch him. Is he going to make you come? Watch him suck you." The boy grunted and whimpered.

"Go on. It's OK. Let it come. Shoot it in his mouth." Jean was becoming frantic with excitement. George closed his throat and waited for the hot liquid to fill his mouth. He too was very, very excited. As the boy opened his mouth slightly Jean gently put her nipple in his mouth.

"Suck on it my darling – bite it." The boy went over the edge. He yelped as his spunk shot into George's mouth. George, letting it escape from the side of his mouth used his tongue to gather up the last drops from the tiny slit. Wanting his own relief he moved back up the bed and taking his own cock in his hand he pressed it against the boys' softening dick and furiously made himself ejaculate on him. Jean leant on one elbow and watched with her hand between her legs.

Lying back on the bed, they all quietly and quickly drifted off to sleep. Jean was hoping that she – and the boy – would wake at least once before morning. George, his sexual urge for the moment satisfied, couldn't believe what his wife had encouraged him to do. He couldn't believe the things she had said - how she had manipulated the situation. She had become wanton, depraved and reckless. George felt a little scared. She wasn't even intoxicated, he told himself! She had done it all while stone cold sober! He wondered whether it was all getting out of control.

The shaking of the bed awoke George from his slumbers. He had slept well but the activity that was going on next to him was a little too much to sleep through. Opening his eyes he caught sight of his wife looking down on him. She was sitting up astride the boy moving around as though she was riding a horse. George realised the boys cock was inside her and she was bucking and grinding down on the boy, her tits swinging in the air. Nothing was said. She smiled at her husband then closed her eyes to concentrate the pleasure. George lay there watching until several minutes later he heard her cry out – then bucking and grinding faster and harder she reached her climax. Collapsing down beside the boy with a sigh the room once again became still and silent until eventually all fell asleep.

Morning came and George awoke to find himself alone in the bed. He went downstairs to find his wife sat with a coffee in the kitchen.

"Would you like some breakfast?" she said. "There is only us – our guest left very early."

George nodded and poured himself a coffee. He wondered if the boy had fled with fright of Jean's insatiable sexual appetite. He wondered also what was going through his wife's head this morning.

Old habits are hard to break. George and Jean, being the sort of couple they were didn't discuss such things in detail - not in the cold light of day.

Throughout the next couple of days George, without actually saying so, made it clear he wanted to avoid any contact with their new acquaintances. He had decided it would be a good idea if they cooled things down a little. Although he enjoyed Jean showing herself to other men – and yes, under the right circumstances enjoyed watching her have sex with others – he felt she was out of control. He had to get his head around this – it was like she was a different woman. We have to slow down – not get carried away – he reasoned to himself. When he played the scenes over again in his mind he still found it hard to believe the things she said – the things she had done.

Jean acted quite normally, although she was a little disappointed that they hadn't invited the boys' round. She had really expected them to be "eager beavers" almost beating the door down to get in. Unknown to her, George had spoken to them – while the couple had been out Paul had collected his gear. George had left a note saying he thought it best if they had some time on their own. He wanted a return to normality.

The sixth morning after the adventure with the boys found Jean feeling somewhat restless. George had to go into town but she declined the suggestion they should both go saying she would have a shower and reminded him that even though it was a holiday cottage, someone still had to take time out to do some housework. George thought that that was quite a reasonable comment and happily left the house on his own to travel into town.

Working very hard, Jean soon straightened the house and completed all the necessary chores. Undressing and stepping into the shower she bathed, then drying herself she looked at the clock. It was nearly time for the postman to call – she would have to listen out for him. Not that she really needed to answer the door – mostly he put it through the letter- box like a postman should. Just every now and then she met him coming down the path and had a few words with him – just to be sociable. Sometimes she'd noticed him giving her a very lustful look – like when she had forgotten to fasten her shirt properly or let her dressing gown come slightly apart – accidentally of course.

To day she would probably have a chat to him – if she were dressed in time. She selected a lilac coloured bra and panties – very shear - the purple-red ring of her aureole and hard nipples was easily visible through the silky cloth. First she put on the bra, then a white suspender belt contrasting nicely with the lilac – then slowly rolled the stockings up her legs. She was too slow – the postman could be heard walking up the gravel driveway.

"I'll throw one of George's shirts around me and have a quick word with him," she said, talking to herself. "Haven't time to put my panties on." She reached the door just as the postman was turning to leave.

"Oh, hello! Thought I heard someone. It's very warm again isn't it? I've just had a refreshing shower – I was getting dressed."

The postman looked at Jean with open mouth and was lost for words. She was decent – but, well - not decent. The shirt was unfastened and held together in the middle by her left hand. Because she was bunching it up it made the top and bottom separate slightly. The postman could see a line of bare flesh right down her front broken only by the strip of lilac material joining the cups of her bra. His gaze from knee up showed stocking tops and a little white flesh slightly visible through the slit – the hem of the shirt was just above mid-thigh. How was it possible to show so much and yet – not really show anything.

They exchanged a few comments and as Jean talked she observed the lustful expression on his face. This morning it was particularly lustful. His eyes darted from her head to her toes while he spoke. "So where's your hubby this morning?" he asked.

"He's gone into town – he'll be a while yet," she answered. Jean made no attempt to go back into the house and was happy to stay and chat. The postman carried on enjoying the sight wondering if the housewife was hinting at something. His leering and lustful looks became quite blatant and he was well aware that Jean knew where his eyes kept drifting. She was deciding whether to pick up the letters from the small porch-way table, where the postman had deposited them. To open them she would have to use both hands – her shirt would come open and he would see that she wasn't wearing any knickers.




Housewife's Choice Ch. 4



The postman became more courageous; "You're the best sight I've seen in a long time. Careful! If you let that shirt come open you could give me a heart attack!" He laughed at his own joke. Jean didn't laugh – she looked toward him and said, in a very sultry voice, "I bet you've been hoping it will come open." The man laughed again – this time nervously. Jean noticed that his look had become even more lustful. He was lost for a reply – he carried on gazing at her, his mouth becoming so dry he had to lick his lips. Jean now admitted to herself why she had felt restless.

"Well? – You haven't answered me. Have you been wishing it would come open?" Her voice had taken on a different tone.

"You know that I have," he answered quickly.

Jean pulled one side of the shirt apart displaying her lilac covered right breast.

"That's niccccceeee!" said the man his eyes widening.

"I bet you don't have many housewives giving you a treat like that? She smiled. "You're going to be behind with your round – I'm making you late."

"No problem, I can soon make up a bit of lost time. You've got lovely breasts if you don't mind me saying so. I never realised you could be such an obliging lady. Pity I warned you about the shirt coming open – I should have encouraged you to read your letters – then you'd have had to let go." He smirked as he said it.

"Would your heart be able to stand the excitement?" asked Jean laughing.

"I won't hold you responsible if it overloads," replied the postman.

"You're a very lecherous man with dirty thoughts," said Jean.

"I know – that's why I'm still standing here," he quipped.

Jean smiled at his comment. "Come into the house – close the door - but you can't stay long." She stepped backwards from the porch into the hallway – the postman followed closing the door behind him. Jean, still holding the shirt together backed up against the hallstand. "What do expect to see? When I let go of the shirt?" she asked in her deep sultry voice.

"Matching panties, to go with the bra. I know you're wearing stockings. Maybe a dark shadow just above your pussy - whatever I see I know it will be good."

"If I show you what is under here you'll probably want to have sex with me," she suggested.

"If you show me you'll most likely want that to happen," the postman ventured.

"Put down your bag," she instructed. 

As he put the bag on the floor and looked up again at Jean she released her grip on the shirt. It fell apart, not too much, but enough for the postman to see she wasn't wearing any panties. His mouth fell open and his gaze was transfixed on the area between her legs. Jean let her hands grip each side of the unfastened shirt and she pulled it apart to expose her voluptuous tits. She held it back to increase his viewing pleasure and for a minute no one spoke.

"Fucking hell!" he hissed, stretching out the last syllables of each word. " You have just made my cock very, very hard."

"You were right about the next bit," said Jean. "You would want to – and I would let you."

"So lead the way to the bedroom," said the man.

"What's wrong with here? I told you – you can't stay long."

The postman threw off his jacket and unzipped his pants. Taking his cock in his hand he walked towards Jean. She rested against the hall table and very obligingly, spread her feet farther apart - ready to accommodate him. His hands went inside her shirt behind her back to undo her bra. He cupped her bare tits and told her how much he was going to enjoy fucking her. Jean liked his crudeness – it helped turn her on. She had never had a man talk to her like that before. George was always polite.

Her hands found the buttons that held up his trousers and unfastening them she pushed his pants round his ankles. No time to take them off, she thought - better be ready if someone interrupts. She looked and examined his hard cock. It was big – that is long – and thick too. She put both hands along the length and there was still room for another set of fingers.

Holding his cock against her slit she stood slightly on tiptoe and impaled herself on his tree trunk. She moaned as it went deep inside her and she held on tightly to his buttocks. He squeezed her nipples hard and bent his head to hold one between his teeth. As his tongue licked the end he bit gently into it. Moving his hands to grip the cheeks of her arse he pressed her tightly to him and began to lift and let her fall rhythmically on his cock. Slowly then faster – gently then roughly and harder – he talked dirty to her and told her he was going to give her the best fucking she had ever had. Jean just moaned softly. 

On he went pounding into her. Jean orgasmed but the man carried on, lifting her onto the little table she wrapped her legs around him as his cock pummelled into her like a jackhammer. She threw her arms round his head and pressed her lips against his forcing her tongue into his mouth. She matched his movements pushing when he was shoving but still he didn't climax.

"How do you manage to last so long and stay so hard," she groaned.

"I'm only just warming up," he retorted. "Do you want me to stop?" He didn't break his stride as he said it.

"No, no! Don't stop whatever you do!" cried Jean. She was approaching orgasm No2 – very fast. The man broke off anyway and Jean almost screamed at him. "What are you doing – don't stop?"

"Turn around," commanded the postman. "Bend over the table."

Jean felt an intense sexual feeling flood through her body. He wanted to take her "doggy fashion." She had to be submissive and offer her backside up in the air for his pleasure. She obeyed, and as she glanced at his thick hard cock she wondered what it would feel like to have it up a different orifice. The thought made her feel even more wanton. Turning and bending she spread her legs wide and pushed her arse in the air ready to carry on being shafted hard by the postman's thick long cock. As a sign of submission she gathered the shirt in her hands and pulled it up to show her naked arse.

The postman rammed his cock into her cunt and once again began to fuck her hard and fast. Slipping his arms round to her front he let one hand massage her left tit while the other tickled the top of her slit and pushed to find her clitoris. Jean groaned again and closed her eyes amazed and thrilled at the man's staying power. What a shame George was due home soon! She could be fucked like this all day, she thought.

All good things come to an end. The combination of feeling the man's hands and cock working on her did the trick. Jean got her second orgasm and was beginning to wonder whether a third was possible when suddenly the man let out a yell and she felt his hot load shoot inside her. He slowed to a stop and Jean's head and shoulders collapsed on the table both taking a minute to recover them-selves. It would have looked a strange sight if anyone had walked into the house at that moment. Jean with her naked arse in the air bending over a table and the postman with trousers round his ankles, his cock buried in Jean's cunt – but both of them very still, and both silent.

The postman realised he still had a lot of work to do and told Jean he'd better get on his way. Before he tucked his penis back into his pants Jean took hold of it and, run her hands along the shaft. Smiling to him she said, "I think you are a filthy, lecherous fornicator – and next time I'm alone in the house I'll have to be careful you don't take advantage of me."

"When's that likely to be?" asked the postman.

"May not be for a while – but don't worry – I'll be sure to meet you at the door."

With that the postman went on his merry way to deliver his letters. George met him along the lane.

"Good morning!" said the happy postman.

"Good morning," answered George. "Have you left anything at my house?"

"Oh yes," the man answered, "I certainly have!"

George entered the cottage and called out for his wife.

"I'm in the shower!" she shouted to him, "Won't be long."

George then noticed the mornings' mail on the hall table. That's funny, he thought. Why didn't the postman leave it in the porch like he usually does? If Jean's in the shower she couldn't have picked it up – he's only just been. And Jean doesn't normally leave the door unlocked while she showers. Funny that, he thought. Perhaps he would ask her about it later.



Housewife's Choice Ch. 5



The holiday had come to an end and life for George and Jean returned to normal. They didn't see any of the boys before they left and nothing was said about their adventures. George wondered about the postman but never mentioned the matter. Jean felt a little sad that now they were home, the opportunities to indulge in her new passion were going to be few and far between. Maybe there wouldn't be any – George seemed to have "cooled off" with the idea of expanding their horizons, so to speak.

In spite of that when they did have sex together, Jean felt he was more enthusiastic and more demanding. It seemed that every so often something was triggered off in his head and he wanted to ravish her. He pulled and pushed her into the positions he wanted her and was generally – well – rougher. If Jean had have asked him why he might have told her that it was the memories of what he had watched her do. How she willingly gave herself to the young men - the sight of a cock in her mouth. He was scared and surprised to realise how much she liked sex and how unashamedly she had progressed from flashing her body to having group sex. It seemed he hadn't really known Jean after all. He was scared, but at the same time the thoughts gave him an incredible turn on.

However, Jean never asked - they had returned to normal – they didn't discuss things of that nature.

The months were passing and the weather was becoming cooler making Jean feel a little saddened. Through necessity and to avoid looking ridiculous it was time to put away those flimsy clothes. Whilst it was OK for young girls to go around looking half undressed in cold weather a middle aged woman would look somewhat silly. Gone were the opportunities to indulge in her new hobby. The weather wasn't the only thing to have cooled as far as Jean was concerned.

Maybe a little creative thinking was needed, she thought. Looking through her wardrobe Jean noticed a short leather skirt that she had worn on visits to the pub. It was very "versatile" – it zipped, or rather unzipped from the bottom up. Adjustable panty and stocking flashing laughed Jean to herself. It wasn't the sort of skirt to wear during the day…but maybe!

Jean put the skirt on and unzipped it to halfway between her knee and her crotch. The zip was meant to be at the side but Jean twisted the waistband so the slit was at the front. Next she put on a knee-length coat and fastened just two of the buttons. Now to test the effect, she said to herself. Facing the mirror Jean sat down and crossed her legs letting her coat fall to one side. A glimpse of stocking top could be seen but Jean thought that wasn't quite naughty enough. Sitting with her legs uncrossed and slightly apart was an improvement. The coat could fall to one side and the slit in the skirt gave anyone in front of her a good view of the tops of her legs. She had another, much better idea and smiled as she tried it out.

Standing in front of the mirror she squatted down spreading her knees for balance. Now that was much more effective, thought Jean. The spreading of her knees not only pulled the two halves of the coat apart but also the partially unzipped skirt. Jean figured out that besides anyone knelt down or at the same level, anyone standing just a few feet away would have one hell of a view. Now, just what will they be able to see, she wondered. The view through the mirror showed her bare thigh above stocking tops – just a little bit of the straps of her suspender belt – and most eye-catching - the pink lacy material covering her pussy. In fact, squatting caused her pussy lips to open making the material crease into her vagina.

Now that was much better, she thought – and more importantly – it can be made to look accidental. But where and how can I discretely and quite normally squat down – even if the opportunity to do in front of men presented itself? Jean pondered, then a possible answer popped into her head. "I think I'll go to the public library and change my books," she said to George, "Are you coming with me?"

"No, it's OK – you go, I'll stay here." Then looking at Jean's attire he said, "Are you wearing your little leather skirt under that coat?"

Jean unfastened her coat and held it open so George could see how much of the skirt was unzipped.

"The slit is almost above your stocking tops," he observed.

"Yes – I know," answered Jean with a smile. "Sure you don't want to come with me?"

Much to Jean's surprise, her husband smiled back and shook his head. "No, I'll stay here. You go on your own and have a pleasant afternoon."

Ah well, thought Jean, at least I tried! She went off to the library – hoping it would be a pleasant afternoon.

George sat reading and thought about his wife – the skirt – the zip – the tantalising glimpse of stocking top – the men, who given the chance would ogle and get erections – Jean, who was setting out to give other men, and herself, a sexual thrill. If it was "private" enough she would probably let them touch her – she would touch them – she would let them fuck her. George suddenly realised that he had unfastened his trousers and was playing with a very large erection. He felt incredibly sexually aroused and excited. He would have been more so if he had known what his wife planned to do.

Jean wandered around the public library, looking more at the people than the books. Actually there were not many people in and Jean eventually decided to sit at a small table with a book on gardening. A few older people went by, a couple of young mothers, then all was quiet again. She was thinking about going home when a group of teenagers gathered near her. Listening and watching them for a while she decided it wouldn't be appropriate or wise to even attempt to show her-self off to them. They were old enough to make it legal but there were just too many of them. They would get loud and silly and attract too much attention.

Suddenly, a man joined them, probably in his mid thirties, who Jean gathered, was a tutor of theirs. The group eventually dispersed leaving the man and three youths. They were looking and discussing books in the gardening section. Jean thought it was time to put her book back and perhaps choose another one – from the bottom shelf. Waiting to pick her time she opened her coat apart from the bottom and with both feet on the floor opened her legs slightly. Sat in the quiet corner of the library Jean started to receive a little attention from the four males. Now it was time to look at those lower shelves. Jean stood up and walked toward the males, stopping a few feet away she put the book back on the shelf and looked around. They were in a secluded corner and no one else was able to see that particular alleyway. This looked perfect – just her and four males – who had already noticed that her skirt was a little revealing.

Turning her body side on to the men but her head facing the books Jean squatted, then picking a book from a lower shelf she began to thumb through it. Very slowly she spread her knees open to maintain her balance – and to make sure the coat and skirt separated in just the right place. It wasn't necessary for her to check if the males had noticed. She heard the sharp intake of breath. Jean was now excited, she remembered the boys from Devon. She slid a foot a few inches more to the side to increase the gap between her thighs and her excitement was heightened when the tension it created on the leather made it unfasten another couple of inches.

Glancing quickly down she was shocked to realise that her panties and bare flesh of her thighs were visible even from her viewpoint. She knew that all eyes were on her – but what to do next? She had to let them know that she didn't mind them looking at her. Putting the book back Jean looked straight at the man and boys then smiling at them chose another one and started to leaf through it. Now she was very turned on and felt a damp patch between her legs. She looked up and smiled at the males once more. They made no attempt to avert their glances and smiled back. Jean noticed however that each one had folded his hands in front of his trousers in a bid to cover a bulge.

A person can only squat for a short while before it becomes very uncomfortable. Jean had reached that point and had to stand. She didn't want this game to end yet but what could she do? It was a good day for quick thinking – she walked over to them.

"Hello. Was the weather still fine when you came in – I was hoping to have a walk in the park before I go home?"

She felt their eyes running up and down her body. "Yes," the older man said, "Not all that warm, but still fine."

Now the "ice was broken" the males chatted away to Jean. They were, she learned, students doing a course in garden design and landscaping. "Really," she said. "Maybe you could come round to my house and offer me a few tips. It's time we revamped our garden. You could practice your new found expertise." The boys smiled not knowing if she was being serious or just joking. Their tutor was also a quick thinker.

"Why don't we join you in the park and you can tell us which features and plants you like? Then we can tell you if they would work in a small suburban garden."

A while later Jean was sat on a park bench, legs crossing and uncrossing, coat open, skirt falling to one side showing lots of leg. The boys shuffled about in front of her showing false enthusiasm for Jean's garden solutions. She was well aware they were jockeying for the best position to look up her skirt. The man simply stood and watched the antics of the boys and when he caught Jeans' eye his look told her he knew what she was doing. Far from being put off, Jean uncrossed her legs very slowly letting her panties and the bare flesh of her upper thighs to remain on view for much longer. She looked directly at the man without embarrassment knowing they had a mutual interest. The boys were like dogs on heat – just like Devon, she thought. She decided to see just how interested they were.

"Look, I must go soon," said Jean. "Why don't you come round one day and see the garden for yourself? You can practise your ideas on it. I can't afford professional fees but I'm sure I could find some way to reward you."

Now the boys' had to disguise their eagerness, saying "Yes" simultaneously. So it was arranged – Jean gave them the necessary details and they would ring her. The man was the last to walk away.

"Pity I'm not still a student," said their tutor quietly to her. "Then I could come round too."

"No reason why you shouldn't," smiled Jean.

Looking Jean in the eye, he said, "Well I think I know what you need and want. After three students perhaps you could do with the know-how of someone more experienced. But I shouldn't really socialise with my pupils too much."

"Then you should come round and give me your expertise separately. I have a husband but that's not a problem. We share the same taste – in gardening and other things. It's up to you if you want to come round or not."

"Will he want to be present while I'm "advising you," asked the tutor?" 

"Most likely," answered Jean. "Is that a problem?"

"Not really – it's new to me but might be interesting - especially if he has input."

"Oh he will!" smiled Jean. "You don't mind your students attention being diverted for a while?"

"No. But I'd like to monitor the situation. Do you really need the help of all three boys' or are you going to single one out?"

"I'd really like all three," said Jean, then added, "Together. I'll keep you informed if your not there to see for yourself."

On the bus home Jean felt happy and excited. That was quite easy, she thought. Being married to George for so long had made her an expert at double talk and suggestion. Though she wasn't quite sure if her husband was ready for this. Maybe she should try it without telling him first.

George was sitting in the chair feeling quite tired and drowsy - probably because his thoughts of Jean had made him masturbate several times. She noticed he had forgotten to zip up his trousers. She would wait a while before she told him of her afternoon.

It was much later that evening when Jean sat by her husband near the fire. Having just had a bath she was wearing a robe with a flimsy negligee underneath. George started to stroke her thigh. "Did you have an interesting afternoon?" he asked.

"Yes, I got talking to three young students and their tutor." Jean told him. Getting closer to his ear, she added, "They were next to me when I was getting a book from the bottom shelf." She knew George would use his imagination – she began to stroke his thigh too. "We went into the park together and I sat on a bench while we talked about our garden." Now her hand was on George's crotch. "They have arranged to come round because they are interested in seeing more. I have invited the three boys to come round together. I'll show them the scenery and we can take it from there." She paused a while before saying, "Their tutor would like to call separately. He says he knows what I would like and want – and he would be quite happy if it was a joint effort with you."

George started breathing very heavily. Jean unfastened her robe and put her husbands' hand on her breast. "Would you not mind if the boys came round – all three together?" George shook his head and said, "No – That's OK." Jean unzipped him and asked, "And is it OK if their tutor calls round sometime?"

"Yes," said George watching his wife's hand on his penis. "Does the tutor know the three boys' are calling too?"

"He doesn't think it a good idea to come at the same time but he would like to hear of their progress. He thinks it will be an interesting exercise for them – and all involved. He is a very direct man." Then, while leaning forward, she whispered in his ear, "Just like the postman at the cottage."

George grabbed his wife and pulled her roughly down onto the rug. Lifting her negligee he thrust his cock inside her and pummelled away fucking her hard. "I thought you had got "friendly" with the postman - did you find it enjoyable?"

"Yes," said Jean, "Very enjoyable!"

"Are you looking forward to having a friendly chat with him again?" he asked.

"If I get the chance – and if you give me the chance."

"Yes," said George. "I will!" He moved in and out of her like a piston. They were both on the point of climax when Jean said, "We don't need to wait until we go to the cottage before we can have a friend to stay." She whispered in his ear, "Maybe one of the boy's would like to join us overnight sometime. Just like it was in Devon. Would you like that?"

In the middle of admitting he would, George climaxed, a few seconds later, so did Jean.

The following week Jean received a phone call from the students asking if it was OK to call. Consulting with her husband an arrangement was made for the following afternoon. Jean actually took the garden design aspect seriously and discussed the matter with George. At noon the following day Jean announced she would get changed in time for their visit. George followed her and waited while she showered. He sat on the bed and proceeded to watch her dress. It wasn't to be old practical garden clothes.

Jean took an old pair of Levi's from the wardrobe and asked George, "Will these do?" George shook his head and threw them to one side then searched along the rail. He selected a white silky shirt that Jean usually wore unfastened and tied under her bust. To go with it he chose a very short and wide flared skirt that blew up with the slightest breeze. The effect would be completed with the right choice of underwear. George was going to make his wife be very naughty. He chose a white half-cup bra whose material was more like a piece of wide holed net. Next he took from the drawer a pair of briefs that almost qualified as a thong. And lastly, self supporting stockings.

She would normally never go out during the day dressed like this; the good thing about being at home was you could go that little bit further. As long as you allowed for the nosy neighbours, she reminded herself. Now that could once again spoil things.

When the doorbell rang George rushed to answer it and introduced himself to the three students. He noticed a look of disappointment on their faces. Jean waited in the bedroom and listened to the group talk about the garden. They had come to advise and maybe try out a few ideas, they said. To Jean's surprise George then announced he had business to attend to in town and told them to take a seat while they waited for his wife. A few minutes later she heard the door shut to and looked out of the window to see George walking to the car. She waited while he drove away. Maybe he prefers to be out of the way just now, she told herself. He will have a good reason.

Jean examined herself in the mirror then walked downstairs to greet her guests. Entering the room she noticed the boys eyes never left her cleavage. It was time to tease and arouse – but she wanted to do more than that.

They went and sat in the small conservatory while Jean served refreshments. She didn't waste this opportunity and bent over to show her almost naked bum cheeks and stocking clad thighs. She heard the boys gasp and glanced at the growing bulges in between their legs. Perching on the arm of a chair next to one of the boys she stretched an arm across the back which made her breasts push forward. The boys in front being lower had an excellent view when she had to widen her legs to maintain balance.

And so that's how they stayed for the next half-hour – the sexual tension building. The boy next to her was almost within licking distance of her nipples, her thighs just a few inches away. The other boys probably envied him yet they had their own pleasure, watching, as every time Jean adjusted her position her panties would be visible and move more into the crack between her legs. She noticed how their eyes widened and mouths opened. Amazingly, they also managed to discuss ideas for the garden. It was up to Jean to move things along.

Getting up she invited the boys outside and they began to sketch on scraps of paper and examine soil and plants. Though they all contributed ideas she could tell the enthusiasm for garden design had dwindled somewhat. She also noticed the head of the man next door peering over the fence. Two of the boys, after whispering to each other came up with a suggestion.

"If you like we could come and tidy things up and maybe do a few alterations and replanting. We could use your garden to try ideas out at the same time."

Jean ushered them inside away from the nosy man. "That would be great," Jean told them. "But you must let me pay you somehow for the hard labour involved." She led them from the conservatory back into the living room. One of the boys' then surprised her. "Pay us "somehow"? He leered at her chest when he asked.

"You're a very forward and cheeky young man," Jean said slowly, looking him in the eye. "The garden isn't the only "landscape" you've been admiring is it? How would you like me to pay you?"

Both boys were too nervous to answer deciding they had overstepped their mark. Jean's hands went underneath her breasts to the knot of her blouse – and pulled. "Like this?"

She held the blouse open to display her tits trying to escape from the slightly too tight half-cup bra. The boys had never expected this and froze, their eyes glued on her bosom.

"If you're good boys and keep quiet about it we'll see what else we can show you." She stepped forward and putting her arms round both their necks drew their faces toward her. "Touch if you want," she offered. A shiver went through her as each boy gently rubbed a nipple. She gave them each little kisses and the boys, now feeling more confident massaged her breasts harder. Jean removed her hands from the boy's necks and pulled the cups of her bra down to expose her stiff nipples. "Is that better?" she whispered. The boys each took a nipple between thumb and finger and rolled and tweaked. Jean's hands went to each crotch and simultaneously felt for their cocks. Each gave a sharp intake of breath and eyes widened even more. This was fantasy stuff they usually thought of when masturbating.




Housewife's Choice Ch. 5



"What about your friend?" asked Jean after a while. "Will you bring him too?"

"He's OK – but he's a bit shy with girls. Unless you don't want us to bring him?" said one boy, finally regaining his tongue.

Jean put on her most seductive voice. "Well – I've only got two breasts for you to play with – and two hands to play with you." She squeezed their cocks as she spoke. "So you'll have to take turns being paid won't you?" The boys could hardly believe what was happening, and then just as Jean was about to unzip their trousers they heard voices.

Jean fumed inside – she recognised the voice of her neighbour. He had entered the garden in his usual nosy way and had asked the boy what they were doing. She couldn't believe the audacity of the man! She moved fast – but not fast enough. While she was still tying the knot of her blouse and the boys stood looking guilty with bulges below the waist the man and third boy entered the room. The atmosphere was tense and embarrassment hung in the air.

"Just thought I'd pop round and return George's book," said the man. Jean noticed the smirk on his face.

"Right!" said one of the boys' loudly. "We'll be off then. When we have drawn up the plans we'll give you a ring. Thanks for the tea and cakes – see you later." They couldn't get out fast enough. Jean wished they had held their ground – it made them seem even guiltier – more to the point, it left her stranded with Mr. Nosy.

"So where is George then?" asked the man. "Looks like I came at the wrong time. Did I interrupt something important?"

Jean was very annoyed. "Which question would you like answering first?" she snapped. 

"Just wondered where George was that's all. Like I say I came to return his book and the boy started to tell me about your garden."

Jean had no doubt he would tell George some tale about what he thought he saw. If he only knew she thought, wouldn't Mr. Nosy be shocked? Trouble was Mr. Nosy would most likely tell half the neighbourhood too. And his wife, Mrs. Nosy, would tell the other half. Each one would add another piece of fiction to the tale. Jean was about to go back into her normal Mrs Suburban role when she realised that there was another way. Anyway, why should she be ruled by what the neighbours thought?

"George won't be back for a while yet. I'm afraid I made a mistake wearing these clothes. I didn't realise they were so revealing. What do you think? Do you think they show too much?"

"Well – I haven't really taken much notice," lied the man.

"Oh come on now!" snapped Jean. "You haven't taken your eyes off my breasts since you walked in – have you? You eye me up all the time; do you think I don't know? Come on be honest – what would your wife think of that?"

The man was clearly nervous, and somewhat shocked at this sudden change in attitude. This was a different Jean.

"You've got it wrong – I don't ogle you. What are you trying to imply?"

"I've seen you staring at the young girls when they walk down the street. Has your wife never caught you leering at them? Do you have much of a sex life?"

"I think I'd better speak to your husband. You're going too far!" She had him rattled.

"So what are you going to tell him? You saw my blouse accidentally come unfastened. So what!"

"I don't think it wasn't accidental!" shouted the man nervously.

Jean hoped she had picked the right moment for her next move. She leaned back against the sofa.

"You think it was intentional - that I purposely unfastened my blouse? Like this." Her hands once again went to the knot and pulled. "You think that I exposed my breasts in front of the boys to turn them on?" Her fingertips rolled over her nipples. "Does it turn you on?" She held both halves of her blouse apart. "This is really what you hoped to see isn't it?"

The man shifted about and started to sweat. "Look, I don't know what you are up to but it won't work," he stammered.

Jean carried on with her plan. "What do you think I would have done if you hadn't have interrupted. Do you think I would have let them see up my skirt?" She lifted a leg and placed her foot on the arm of the sofa, then very seductively she stroked her thigh running her hands up to her panties taking her skirt with her. Her other hand caressed her nipple over her bra. "Would you like me to take my tits from my bra? Would you like to see more? I know you would because you're still here – you haven't run away. Come here," she commanded, "Come closer."

The man hesitated, then submitting to Jean's instruction he walked toward her, visibly shaking. Jean now knew he was putty in her hands – she could have some fun. "Would you like to touch?" The man nodded. Jean took his hand and placed it on her breasts. "Take them out. When was the last time you sucked a woman's tits? Would you like to suck mine?" The man nodded again and shook even more. "Let's make it easier for you then, shall we?" Putting a hand behind her back she released the catch of her bra and her magnificent tits sprang into view.

"My leg is going to ache if I leave it there – let's sit on the sofa." She guided the man and sat him next to her. Lifting her skirt to her waist she exposed not only her panties but also her bare belly. "I won't spoil the view, you enjoy looking there don't you?" The man licked his lips and nodded again. "Suck my nipples," she whispered to him. The man obeyed. She took his hand and placed it between her legs, pulling her panties aside and guiding his fingers to the correct spot. Her hips began to move forward as he aroused her.

"Get on the floor between my legs! Pull my knickers off!" The man had no trouble obeying. She opened her legs wide and held herself open for him. Moving down in the seat she asked, "Do you know what I want you to do now?" The man nodded and said, "You want me to lick you."

"Do you want to?" she hissed.

"Yes, please – I want to."

Jean pressed his face into her pussy and commanded him to lick. She lifted her legs onto his shoulders and moved like she was fucking his face. She had herself a sex slave.

For a few minutes she enjoyed the feel of the man's tongue. "Lick me further down – lick my bum hole," she told him. She lifted her legs higher and bent her knees toward her chest. She was beginning to feel really depraved. "Put your tongue in my arse." He obeyed without any hesitation. "Let's see what you've got for me now," said Jean. She sat on the edge of the chair and told the man to stand in front of her. "Take out your cock," she ordered. The man unzipped his trousers and extracted his penis from his underwear. Jean's eyes lit up when she saw the monster.

"My goodness!" she exclaimed, running her hands along the shaft. Very quickly she unfastened his trousers and pulled down his underwear with them. "Let's get a better look shall we?" she told him. She never would have imagined that Mr. Nosy had such a fine and large cock. She was fascinated by it. Her hands drew back the foreskin, then cupped his balls and she let her tongue trace a line from base to tip. Then, not being able to resist the temptation any longer she greedily took his shaft into her mouth and slurped and sucked noisily. Her hand moved like a piston on his cock and a second or two later his ejaculate filled her mouth – she swallowed.

Standing there later with pants around his ankles and limp prick hanging below his shirt-tails Mr. Nosy looked slightly ridiculous. George thought so – he was hiding behind the kitchen door

"Would you like to do that again sometime?" asked Jean, as though he was a little boy that had just had a treat.

"Yes," he said simply.

"Then you have to do something for me – learn to keep your mouth shut! And don't come round when George is not here unless I ask you. OK?" He nodded and said nothing. "Now go home – and don't look so guilty."

Behind the door George smiled then quickly hid while the neighbour had gone. He strode into the room where his wife was still slumped in the chair – legs open with fingers in her pussy and tits still on show.

She looked startled. "How long have you been there?" she asked meekly.

"A long time," he declared, pulling his wife up from the chair. "Watching you!"

He fastened his mouth over her breast and roughly bit the nipple. Grabbing hold of her hair he forced her head back and sucked hard on her neck. She felt his hand fumbling with his zip and then the hot flesh of his cock made contact with her thigh. "Fuck me!" she pleaded. "Fuck me hard!"

George did fuck her - very hard, roughly, and for a long time. And when he had rested – he fucked her again. Jean thought it was the best fuck she had experienced for a long time.

Reflecting on the days events over his bedtime drink, George decided that whether he liked it or not, he would have to accept that his wife needed, and was going to get, plenty of cock. She was becoming insatiable. He had also come to the conclusion that he might as well enjoy it with her. And if she led him into new experiences and uncharted waters he would go along with it. He finally admitted to himself that even though he felt guilty about what had happened in Devon, he had got great pleasure from it. George usually made most of the decisions, but now, when it came to sex, his wife was calling the shots.



Housewife's Choice Ch. 6



It was a week later, when the couple had settled down for the evening, that the phone rang. Jean had been waiting to hear from the boys but they hadn't called. It was the tutor – with a story that he happened to be in the area and would it be a good idea if he called round. She consulted George, and although he had been looking forward to a quiet evening, something stirred in him and he told Jean it was her choice. "Come round," she said down the phone. After a short conversation she hung up. "You said "yes" a lot of times," commented George.

"He asked if you was in and was I sure it was OK to call. He has been building up the courage to phone. He wondered whether my invitation was genuine or not," she explained. They both decided a stiff drink was needed while they waited for their visitor. George wondered why Jean, who had just come out of the shower hadn't gone to change into something sexy – though he didn't ask her. She was wearing a modest loose knitted top and a plain pleated skirt. Very middle aged and suburban – not sexy at all.

The doorbell rang and Jean welcomed in her guest. It was obvious that he too was disappointed with her attire. He was actually wondering if he had misread the signals. She introduced George and the man went to great trouble to explain he was only here to inquire about the efforts of his pupils with the garden. Jean smiled and offered him a drink – he accepted a small whiskey with water because he was driving. It was all very formal and awkward – the man rattled on about the garden. Jean suddenly interrupted him, "You don't have to pretend why you're here, sit down with your drink and relax for a while. You're here because of what you saw in the library and park – not the garden."

The man, who by now they knew as Trevor, was confused and glanced at George when Jean was being so blunt and honest. Jean tried to put him at ease. "I'm hoping the boy's will come back soon to finish what we started." Trevor didn't know how to answer that.

Jean made small talk with George joining in and Trevor became a little more relaxed. Trevor told them about life as a teacher at the college and the conversation turned to music. 

"So what sort of music do you like Trevor?" asked Jean. Trevor looked amazed, for as she asked the question her hand had travelled up her inner thigh and stayed on her groin. Trevor could detect small rotating movements under the pleated skirt. George too now felt a stirring in his loins. He tried his best to answer; his eyes focused on her midriff. Jean very slowly slid her skirt up over her thighs to expose her panties and carried on massaging her inner thighs with both hands.

"This is what you came to see, isn't it?" she said gently. "So go on – tell me what music you like." Trevor tried his best and stammered along. Suddenly he spoke up.

"Sorry – I'm not used to looking at something like this when the husband is here as well."

Jean reassured him, "It's OK, there's no problem. Is there not George?"

Her husband replied with a definite "No"

Trevor looked between Jean's legs as she slid her hand down the top of her panties and stroked herself. "Would you prefer if I took them off Trevor?" she asked seductively.

"It would be nice if you took your top off." Trevor was becoming more confident with the situation. Jean very slowly pulled her top over her head. Sitting back in the chair she carried on stroking her cunt.

"Let me watch you too Trevor, play with your dick for me."

Trevor, nervous again, glanced at George sat across the room and was surprised to see the man already had his very hard penis in his hand. He looked back at Jean as he unzipped himself and pulled out his own weapon. "Very nice!" cooed Jean. They sat quietly, watching each other masturbating themselves – it was most erotic – a married couple - and a stranger they hardly knew.

"Get undressed," said Jean to Trevor. She raised her knees and hooked her leg over the arm of the seat blatantly exposing her-self. Both her lower orifices opened up to the view of the men. George's heart pounded as he watched his wife's lewd behaviour. "I want you to fuck me while my husband watches," she said quietly. "Give me your cock." The tutor obliged – it was a pleasurable evening for all.

George, one day, came home from his walk to the shops and called out for his wife. He heard her call from upstairs and went up to speak to her. As he entered the bedroom the sight of Jean dressing greeted him. She was stood in very sexy alluring underwear with nylon stockings held up by traditional suspender belt. It was an outfit more suited to a younger woman but Jean could still carry it off fine. As she completed her attire with a very short tartan kilt George wondered why, in the early afternoon she had changed into such provocative clothes. Jean tucked her very tight white tee shirt into the skirts' waistband and, smoothing out the lumps checked her profile in the mirror.

Turning toward George she pushed out her breasts emphasising how low cut it was and the amazing amount of cleavage that was on show. George felt a stirring in his groin.

"How come you've changed again – are you going out?"

"No," she answered, "We have visitors – thought I'd make myself look a bit tidier."

George looked perplexed then, by way of explanation his wife nodded toward the rear bedroom window. George walked and gazed down into the back garden. Four youths were busy with tools attacking his flowerbeds.

"The tutor arranged for them to come – a little gardening project for them. They aren't the same ones that came before – different boys."

In other words, thought George, they might be in for a few surprises. He reflected on his wife's explanation for getting changed – to look tidier. By changing into sexy underwear and revealing clothes? Clearly she wasn't going out to help them do any gardening.

"Do you want to instruct them on what changes you want?" asked his wife.

"No," answered George, "You know what we want. I'll keep out of the way – I'll let you deal with them. I expect they have their own ideas – that was part of the arrangement wasn't it – experience in planning and design for them – and we get a new look garden. No, I'll just watch through the window every now and again – to see how things develop."

He knew, and so did she, that he probably wasn't just talking about garden design.

"I won't mention that you're home then – so that they won't want to worry you with a boring discussion about detail?" Jean asked.

George smiled and nodded in agreement – but said nothing. He followed his wife downstairs and watched her move about the house. Her breasts swayed as she moved and George noticed how her nipples had become prominently visible through the thin material. When she bent low his cock sprang to attention. Would the sight be too much for unsuspecting youths, he wondered? From a woman old enough to be their mother?

There was expectancy – a sort of charged atmosphere of sexual anticipation. Jean was about to play her favourite game.

"I'll go and see how they are getting on," said Jean. George excused himself telling her he had something to do upstairs – he went to the back window.

Jean opened the patio door and stepped out. The boys were at the far end of the garden and didn't notice her observing them. She quietly strolled down the little path and waited for them to realise she was there. When they did they all did a double take – such a short skirt and show of cleavage was something they were certainly not expecting. 

Jean engaged them in conversation and enquired on how they were progressing. The boys answered as best they could whilst focusing between her breasts and thighs. Jean eventually smiled and telling them she would bring them a drink later she carried on inspecting her garden. She was conscious that all eyes were still on her when, after walking a few yards past them she hesitated in front of a small shrub.

From the upstairs window George looked down and saw his wife stop with her back to the boys. All work had stopped and the boys stood and stared at Jeans' rear. Very slowly she bent forward to inspect the plant; her knees bent just a little. She knew just how far to bend, how much to push her bottom out – how much her skirt would ride up. A little further down she went and as she pushed her bottom out the boys were now able to see the bare flesh of her upper legs above her stocking tops.

George slowly pulled on his hard penis as he watched his wife expose herself in front of the boys, who were by now transfixed. 

"Who said, "Life is boring when you are retired"" exclaimed George out loud. This was not only Jean's favourite game – it was also his too. As he spoke Jean went just that little more lower and gave the boys a glimpse of panties. Suddenly straightening herself up she turned and stepped back toward them. Smiling she asked, "Do you have a list of the plants you intend changing?"

She didn't really listen to the answer – she was busy checking for telltale bulges at the front of their pants. They were, as she expected, very prominent. Jean's nipple's had also become prominent – a fact that hadn't gone unnoticed by the boys. She stood and chatted for a while giving them time to take in the sight, enjoying their eyes on her cleavage.

"You can come into the kitchen later for some refreshment," she offered.

The boys' eyes lit up as they echoed a "Yes please!"

Turning away, she carried on inspecting the garden, conscious that the boys were waiting in anticipation of her bending down again. George watched from the window as, for several minutes his wife wandered to and fro in the garden, the boys' following her every move. When she finally moved back indoors George saw that the boys where in animated conversation – clearly, they weren't discussing plants. Jean had aroused their interest – and aroused herself into the bargain. 

Although the boys worked hard over the next hour their enthusiasm for gardening had diminished somewhat. George had returned downstairs when his wife called him and asked if he wanted a coffee. He sipped the drink until Jean asked, "Shall I call the boys in for a break or shall I take a drink out to them?"

George smiled, "Whatever you think best."

Jean knew that outside George would be able to watch her from the window unnoticed while in the kitchen his opportunities would be limited. On the other hand, being inside gave her more scope. She was giving her husband the choice.

"I'd like to invite them in," she said.

"That's OK," answered George approvingly. "I'll go back upstairs."

He refilled his coffee mug and kissed his wife on the cheek – she felt his hardness against her thigh. Before he left the room George stepped back and slid her skirt up her thighs. He wanted to commit to memory the view that he hoped the boys were about to see.

A moment later Jean stood at the door and called out to the workers. "There are some refreshments in the kitchen if you'd like to come in."

Only one boy came and explained that the others would be along in a few minutes – they were halfway through the task of planting a rather large shrub. As he entered the kitchen Jean offered tea or coffee and told him to help himself to the various snacks she had prepared. He washed his hands and Jean noticed a small cut that was bleeding on his thumb.

"Oh dear! Let me put a dressing on for you," she offered.

The boy said it was nothing but Jean insisted and getting out the first-aid box she took hold of his hand. As she dabbed antiseptic on the small wound she was aware of the boys' gaze focusing down her cleavage. Jean looked down passed his hand and watched the bulge between his legs grow.

"Does that make you feel nice?" she said seductively.

The boy, thinking she meant the treatment she was giving his wound said, "Yes, it feels great."

"It shouldn't do – I'm old enough to be your mother," Jean whispered quietly.

The boy, now in no doubt and shocked at her directness was embarrassed and coloured up.

"It's OK," said Jean, "It feels good to be admired. You don't need to stop looking. Bet you'd like to see more wouldn't you?"

As Jean was holding the boy's hand he wasn't able to disguise the bulge in his trousers.

"That's a big bulge for a young boy!" she teased. With that comment she put a hand on his bottom drew him a little closer.

"Can I trust you to be discrete and keep a secret? Are you grown up enough to keep your mouth shut?" she whispered quietly in his ear.

The boy stammered and was very flustered, "Ye-es," he mumbled, not knowing why she was asking.

"Well I'll give you a little treat then!" said Jean. She took the boys' hand and gently lowered it down the front of her top. She pulled her bra cup forward with her other hand and guided the boy's hand inside to her nipple.

"Now you can have a feel too," she whispered. "Do you like that?"

The boy went weak and moaned as he started to roll the older woman's' nipple through his fingers. Jean returned one hand to the lads' buttocks and kissed his neck. Then, very slowly she let her other hand find it's way to his bulge and gently massaged his penis through his trousers.

"That feels nice!" said Jean in a loud whisper. "I think I'll have to have a better look!"

Very slowly and deliberately she pulled down his zip and put her hand inside to find his cock.

"Would you like me to play with it for you?" she asked.

She didn't expect a negative answer – in fact she didn't get any – the boy was to excited and just made a strange noise. Jean extracted his penis from his pants and began to gently wank him off.

"That's very thick – it would be nice to suck it," she teased.

The lad groaned even more and his breathing became more intense. Jean moved even closer to him and with the forearm of her wanking hand she managed to push up her short skirt until his penis rubbed against her panties. As the boy tweaked her tits and thought he was in seventh heaven Jean looked over his shoulder and caught a reflection through the mirror. His friends had entered the room and had been watching. Just for how long Jean wasn't sure – but she wasn't worried – it was time to tease his friends too.

Pretending she hadn't seen them she kissed the boy and carried on masturbating him. Now her spare hand moved from the boys' buttocks and she eased up the hem of her skirt to give her audience a better view. From their position they would be able to see all – a side view of her hand pumping his cock – how it pressed against her cunt lips through her sexy underwear.

"I'd love to let you fuck me while you suck my tits!" she said softly, but in a voice loud enough to for the others to hear. "That's right! Good boy! Roll your fingers over my tit – squeeze it1"

Casting a sly glance at the mirror she saw three very excited and frustrated youths – all with matching bulges in their groin! Now the boy was losing control – he was nearing his limit – time for the next step of her game. Jean had mistimed and misjudged the situation. As she feigned shock and embarrassment while she pretended to suddenly notice the boy's compatriots she felt a sticky liquid spurt over her upper thigh. She still held up her skirt to give the youths maximum spectacle

"Oh my goodness!" she cried. "What must you think? I got a little carried away!"

The boys said nothing and just stood staring with mouths wide open. By the fact that they had maintained large protrusions in their groins Jean knew they were far from being disgusted or offended. She thought they looked more like a bunch of kids that had arrived to late for a party. Just in time to see the last of the ice cream being eaten. She saw, besides their shock – envy, jealousy – and that "Can we have a turn" sort of look.

The boy who had been with Jean quickly excused himself and asked if he could use the bathroom. Jean sent him upstairs and very casually told the others to help themselves to tea or coffee. After the boy had returned to the room Jean too excused herself and visited the bathroom to clean up. As she came out onto the landing George beckoned her to the bedroom. Without saying anything further he kissed her and ran his hands over her body.

"It could be," said Jean, "That when I go back downstairs, our helpers may have left. But even if they are still here – I don't think that much more gardening will get done today. Something else will probably be of more interest to them."

George became very excited and whispered; "You'd better get back then." She could feel his hard penis pressing into her thigh. 

Jean returned to the kitchen to find the boys sipping their drinks – she noticed how the conversation stopped when she appeared. Without the slightest hint that something unusual had happened Jean moved around the room making small talk. The youths appeared very unsettled and found difficulty joining in. Jean could feel their eyes follow her about and noticed how they focused on certain parts of their body. The fact that they are still here, Jean reasoned to herself, means that they were hoping for a little more excitement. If they had disapproved they would have either gone home or at least returned to the garden. It was time to take things a little further.

"I don't suppose I should be encouraging boys of your age to be admiring my body, should I?"

Jean shocked them again with her directness but as they had now finished their coffee break they had no reason to sit in the kitchen. Sensing that they were too nervous to answer Jean carried on.

"It's up to you - if you want to stay in here a while longer you can do – or if you prefer you can carry on in the garden."

Jean waited for a reaction and saw the boys silently glance quickly at each other.

"We'd like to stay in here," said one boy who had decided to be spokesman for the bunch.

"Then pour yourself more coffee if you like," smiled Jean. "I hope you are all very discrete and trustworthy - it would spoil things if you are not."

The boys' eyes widened and they hoped she meant what they thought she meant!

"Yes we are!" said their spokesman quickly. The others uttered their agreement and shuffled nervously in their seats.

"Good!" smiled Jean, then leaning back against the kitchen worktop she asked the boys an obvious question.

"So has looking at my body got you excited? Are you staying because you want to see more?"

Some nodded open mouthed and others mumbled a "yes." 

Jean focused her attention on one particular boy and asked, "What did you enjoy seeing most – me bending over in the garden or were you admiring my breasts?" 

The boy opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. Eventually he blurted out, "Your stocking tops and suspenders!" He looked away, embarrassed by his admission, then, as his gaze returned to Jean she slowly slid her skirt up her thighs just far enough to reveal the bare flesh between stockings and panties. Leaning back again against the worktop to trap the skirt she was able to release her hands leaving her thighs on show.

The atmosphere was electric as the boys struggled to control their heavy breathing. Without success they also failed to disguise their swelling penises.

"Is this what you like to look at?" asked Jean seductively. The boys gasped and nodded, fidgeting in their seats. Jean stroked the inside of her thigh – and asked the next question.

"Would you like me to lift my skirt higher?" They didn't need to answer; they just waited for her to oblige. Before she did she let the hand that was stroking her thigh slowly creep up out of sight to her crotch. For a few seconds the boys watched her wrist movements and Jean smiled as she enjoyed herself masturbating in front of the four youths. Then, without stopping her movements she used her spare hand to slide her skirt all the way up showing the now damp front of her panties.




Housewife's Choice Ch. 6



"I think I'd better stop this," she said slowly, "I'm getting too carried away again!"

"No!" said a voice in desperation.

"Well," drawled Jean slowly and seductively, "Are you really sure I can trust you all – I'm not completely sure? And after all – I'm old enough to be your mother."

"You can! It's OK – none of us will tell anyone – honest. Please don't stop!" begged another voice.

"So if I go further for you – you won't be shocked – or tell anyone?"

There were lots of shaking heads and Jean let them spend a few minutes wondering what she meant by "go further for you." The boys' eyes gaped at the space between her legs as they tried to see through the lacy panties to see the detailed contours of the older woman's cunt.

Moving toward the boys, Jean pulled a spare chair into an open space and sitting down she slid her skirt up to her hips then opened her legs wide for the boys' to feast their eyes on her underwear, that had now tried to disappear into her slit. Without warning she pulled up her top and uncovered her breasts that were hardly hidden in her flimsy bra. Her next question was uttered very slowly and sensuously.

"Would you like to come and feel?"

The boys hesitated, being very conscious of the bulges at the front of their trousers. Then one boy stood and dashed forward – unfortunately at the same time as one of his friends also made his move. They crashed against each other then stood still feeling very silly. One returned to his seat letting his pal walk nervously toward Jean. Standing just to the side of her he waited, not wanting to make the next move.

Jean took the boys hand and placed it on her breasts, then she smiled at the boy who had lost out and beckoned him over.

"It's OK – You can come too," she softly told him. "Come over here and stand at the other side of me."

The boy obeyed and like his friend waited for the next instruction.

"You look uncomfortable," said Jean, "Why don't you take the strain away and unfasten your pants?"

The boys' were reluctant so Jean took matters into her own hand. Reaching out she found the boys zip and to the gasps of his friends she unfastened his trousers. Taking out his cock she moved her head over his purple helmet and gave it a little suck. She pulled the boy toward her and slowly massaged his penis. Turning to the other boy who was still feeling her tits she told him to kneel down by the side of her, then, taking his hand she placed it between her legs and encouraged him to move it up and down.

She let things progress for a few minutes occasionally giving the cock in her hand a kiss or a lick. Then she focused her attention on the two boys that had been left out. One had already had a turn with her but the other one looked very rejected.

"Why don't you two take off your trousers and get ready for your turn? Show me what you've got," she said, licking her lips.

The youths stood, and although they felt self conscious and clumsy they nevertheless removed their trousers.

"Come closer," ordered Jean. Then looking them straight in the eye she said, "Go on! Let me watch you play with yourselves."

Shyly the boys exposed their cocks to Jean and both began a slow rhythmical stroke. Each boy was now absorbed in their own sexual pleasure as they feasted their eyes on Jean's body.

"Would you like to come upstairs with me?" asked Jean seductively.

The boys nodded and grunted affirmatively, not believing what was happening to them. Jean stood and as she pulled down her top told the boys to follow her. The boys standing in their underwear went to collect their trousers and one began to step into them.

"No!" said Jean, stopping him, "I don't think you'll need those – do you?"

George was now going to have a treat. He was about to watch his wife escort four young men into their bedroom – two, already in their underwear with erections to be proud of. Jean, realising the image that her husband was about to experience decided to make it a little more erotic for him – as she walked ahead of the boys she divested herself from her top and her ample breasts swung free.

George was already in position – behind the door of the back bedroom he had left just sufficient gap to view the whole of the landing. With difficulty he controlled his heavy breathing as the party came into sight. At first he noticed his mini-skirted wife, whose white orbs overflowed from her far too small bra cups. Then the bare flesh of the boys legs below their tee shirts – soon his wife would be removing their tight little briefs and inviting them to place their young rampant weapons into one of her orifices.

As they entered the bedroom George's cock was already out and in his hand. He listened, very carefully.

"Sit on the bed," he heard his wife instruct. George wasn't sure if she was addressing all of them but it soon became clear. Over the next ten minutes George listened as his wife allowed one boy at a time to explore her body while she played with his penis. She remained stood up, just inches from where the others sat – their eyes on level with her panties. Each one took a turn feeling and kissing various parts of her body while they delighted in having this older woman expertly play with their sex organs.

Very skilfully she kept them on edge, letting them relax and cool down at the appropriate moment. 

"There's no point putting it back inside your underwear is there? You've all had your cocks on display – why try to hide them away again?" George heard his wife gently mock one of the boys. There was a few seconds silence then, "Why don't you all take off your pants – and underwear." George heard the noise of boys undressing and then his wife's voice.

"What lovely hard cocks you all have," she panted. "Now it's time I did something more for you, isn't it?" she added.

George was frantic – he wanted to see more – it was worth risking discovery. He wanted to watch his wife perform for the boys. Slowly and silently he emerged from his hiding place and crept along the landing. If he should get caught he would bluff his way through it or play the cuckold husband – or maybe he would just ask them to carry on – while he watched.

Through the gap in the door George could make out most of what was happening in the room. The boys were facing away from him giving him a sideways view while enough of his wife's body was visible to make it tantalisingly interesting. The rest would have to be put together using his imagination and listening to the noises – and hoping his wife would carry on giving her little commentary. 

Back inside the room the boys waited expectantly for Jean's next treat. Sliding her hands up her thighs and thereby lifting her skirt, Jean put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and gently lowered them to just where her mound was. 

"Come here!" she commanded, "Two of you!" She waited while a boy had taken up position on each side of her and then said, "Take them off!"

One boy right away took the initiative and Jean turned to the other, "Unclip my bra – and take that off too."

The boys' hands shook as they performed their little tasks and the penises of the watchers begged to be handled. There was a gasp, as at first Jean's tits appeared then she stepped out of her panties. 

"Lift my skirt," she whispered to the boy on her right. The boy shakily pulled up her skirt to reveal to his friends the naked arse and cunt of this woman who was older than some of their mothers was. "Use your fingers," she gently urged the boy. Then to the other boy, who had meanwhile been rolling his hand over her nipples she said, "Put it in your mouth – suck on it." The boy hesitantly lifted the breast nearest to him and closed his mouth round the erect nipple.

"Good boys!" Jean sighed as she lowered her hands to grasp both cocks. After a few minutes of playing she addressed the other two youths that sat wide-eyed stroking themselves.

"Are you enjoying this?" she smiled. They could only nod their heads.

Jean inched her way nearer the bed pulling the standing boys with her. Speaking to the one who had not yet even touched her she told him to sit in front of her, then lifting her leg and resting it the bed her cunt was fully exposed and open. The boy fingering her, far from being disappointed at her interruption commenced to copy his friend and sucked on her tit.

The youth that was sat between her legs stared at the sight before him and as he pulled his penis he brushed his cheek against Jean's nylon clad thighs. Nearer and nearer he got to her open pussy and Jean smiled with satisfaction as she finally felt him kiss her red wet flesh.

"Lick me – good boy! She said very softly, "Use your tongue." The boy started slowly but as he experienced this new pass-time he quickly showed how much he liked it.

"That's feels lovely!" Jean sighed as she squeezed the cocks in her hand.

"Now what can we do with you?" she said to the last one.

The boy in question who was the one with the cut thumb had his own ideas. He had already had the pleasure of ejaculating on the woman's' leg and was eager to do it again. He quickly saw an opportunity and went to stand behind Jean. Pushing his hips slightly forward he began to rub the tip of his dick into Jeans bum crease, and keeping his fingers round it he masturbated against her anus.

George, knowing that they were all busy risked a better look and moved his head around the door – what he wasn't able to see directly, he was able to see by looking through the mirror. 

There was his wife – with four youths who were naked from the waist down – two sucking her tits whilst she wanked them – leg raised so that another could lick her cunt – the last one masturbating against her arse-hole. He heard her begin to moan, then a minute later, "Stand up!"

She moved her leg to give the boy room to stand. "Fuck me!" she hissed. "Put your dick inside me!" Still holding on to the others she thrust her hips forward to assist the boy. The young boy, with a little difficulty – but with great enthusiasm - manoeuvred his penis into Jean's hole, then holding on to her sides he started to fuck her.

It couldn't have lasted long – the boy was too excited to control himself – he exploded inside Jean then, as young boys do after sex he went weak and floppy and collapsed on the bed. Jean however wanted more – and there were still three hard cocks waiting their turn. The older woman bent forward and pushed her bottom in the air. Instructions weren't necessary; the boy behind entered her from the rear. As she had now released her grip from the other boys' cocks they now made themselves busy playing with her tits, sitting on the bed beside her. 

The boy fucking Jean was a long stayer and George heard his wife moan as the boy thrust deep inside her hole. Suddenly one of the youths playing with her tits gave a sharp gasp – watching Jean being fucked had made him wank to climax. Jean knew what was about to happen and pulled the boy down so his midriff was in front of her face. George looked through the mirror just in time to see the first spurt of white fluid shoot from the boys' cock – and saw his wife open her mouth to capture it. As his penis spurted forth his wife closed her lips around the swollen head to devour the lot.

Now the sight was too much for the boy behind and seconds later he let out a soft yell as his own juice spilled out of his dick and into Jean. As the boys flopped down Jean turned to the forth youth who was now sat on the edge of the bed – penis still proud but with a look of dejection as though he had been forgotten and left out.

"Where would you like to put it?" Jean whispered seductively in his ear, "Between my legs or in my mouth?" Jean kissed the boys' neck and gently pulled on his foreskin then, lying back on the bed she pulled the boy on top of her and said, "Come on, fuck me – and suck my nipples." The boy obeyed and Jean helped him keep up the momentum by wrapping her legs around him, and taking hold of hips she set the pace and power of the thrusts.

It was several minutes later that Jean had a most intense and powerful orgasm. The boy had long since ejaculated inside her but Jean held on firmly. His cock, though softening was touching just the right place and Jean pumped his young body back and forth against her pelvic bone. The boy was weak and felt like a rag doll allowing him-self to be used just like a blow up sex toy.

No one saw or heard George as he crept back into the back bedroom, delighted at what he had just witnessed.

Jean reminded the youths about not shooting their mouths off and was reassured that they would not be silly enough to spoil a good thing by blabbing about it. Happily satisfied they cleaned up and went back to work in the garden. Jean had a quick shower and joined her husband who had now returned to the kitchen. Wearing nothing but a small pair of panties and a robe Jean enjoyed the roaming fingers of her husband as he slipped his hand inside her garment.

"It's been an interesting day," remarked George. "I expect you'll be offering refreshments as and when you think they have worked up an appetite."

"Only if you approve and it's convenient," answered Jean. George smiled but did not answer her. Instead he parted the front of her robe and lifted a tit into his mouth. Jean moaned quietly and massaged the front of his trousers. For the next few minutes they experienced a serene contentment.

Alerted by footsteps and a cough the couple looked across to see through a small side window in the kitchen the sight of Mr. Nosy Neighbour approaching. Jean swiftly locked the door before he had a chance to walk straight in. Moving out of sight of the main window they retreated into the hallway.

"Do we answer the door?" asked Jean, "He knows that we are in. He would have seen the boys come in for a coffee break."

George looked at his wife, whose breast was hardly covered, knowing she had nothing but a pair of flimsy panties underneath. He wondered what the neighbours reaction would be if Jean opened the door like this. Jean was right – being very nosy he would have noted exactly how long the boys had been in the house. If Jean answered the door dressed in her robe with obviously nothing on underneath he would almost have a climax there and then. The solution was of course for George to answer the door.

Jean read the mind of her husband – and recognised the look in his eye. As the man knocked again Jean asked, "Do you want me to open the door?"

"Yes," answered George, then he asked her a question. "Do you want to see him alone?"

Jean licked her lips and nodded a yes to her husband. Maybe it was time again to give Mr. Nosy a reason to keep his mouth shut – a little treat, an incentive.