31 comments/ 133101 views/ 142 favorites Hustled By: meldimax How could I have been so taken in and fooled, especially by someone nearly half my age. What I am about to tell you is supposed to be known by only myself and one other but I am sure by now it has spread to a large number of young male ears in the area given the scenario. When I think back I still can't believe what happened and if I must give warning to all ladies out there it would be this. Never say never, and don't under estimate the sex drive of the opposite sex. It all started off as a perfectly normal day. I had sent the kids off to school with a hug and a kiss and had anticipated a somewhat leisure day of running a few errands and straightening up the house. I loved having time to myself and school would be out soon for the summer so I was savoring the quiet freedom I had before the boys would be running and screaming around the house all day. Don't get me wrong I love my boys. They are the greatest things in my life along with my husband, Neal. I wouldn't trade them for anything and that is why I feel so stupid. Stupid because I risked all that I care about. You must believe I truly never meant or planned for any of it to happen. I offer this not as an excuse but rather a warning to all out there. It was like stepping on a banana peel at the edge of a cliff. I lost control of the situation and couldn't stop myself once it had been started. I continued my day after the kids had gone to school with a quick call to Neal. I always call him to see how his day is going and to tell him I love him. "Hi, Baby, How is work going?" It's crazy as always and unfortunately I don't have a lot of time to talk." "Are you going to have to work late again?" "Yeah, the deadline is next week and I have a ton of work left." "I'm sorry, well try not to let it stress you out." "That would be near impossible babe." "Well I will be waiting up for you when you get home and I'll try to relieve it somehow if you know what I mean." "That gives me something to look forward to. I feel less stressed already." "There you go whenever you start to get overwhelmed just picture me waiting for you. If you need to just pull out that Polaroid I took for you last summer. That is what will be waiting for you when you get home." "Alright I need to go or I won't get ant work done with that picture in my mind. Before I go remember that Brandon is going to be working on the outside of the house sometime today so you'll need to pay him when he's done. He didn't give me a time but just that he would start on it today." "Okay, but I am going out for a little bit." "That's fine he will be there when you get back with all the things I gave him to do. Work has taken up so much of my time that I don't know how any of this would get done if he wasn't doing i.t" "Okay I'll take care of it, don't stress about anything here." "Thanks Babe, got to go, I love ya." "I love you too." I hung up the phone with my mind racing forward to when he got home tonight, picturing Neal taking out his stress and work frustrations out on me. No it wouldn't be a romantic night soft and gentle but rather just raw animal passion. I know what he needs when he is like this. He needs to just pound me and blow of some of the pent up stress off. Some women might be insulted by such self-gratifying acts but not me. I love exciting him and his hard fucks from time to time and with his work so occupying him it's been quite a while since I've had one. After all a woman has needs and desires too. I jumped up totally unsure how long I was sitting there fantasizing about our upcoming evening. There would be time for all this later but now I had things to do and places to go. A quick shower and a little makeup and I would be on my way. The hot water felt so good and chased away all residual tiredness out of me. My mind couldn't help but return to the images I had engraved in my head of Neal on top of me and fucking me with my arms pinned to the mattress. God I love when he does that to me I'm not even exactly sure why. Perhaps I like being dominated and playing the submissive wife being ravaged by her husband. Yes as you can see, I am a woman that loves sex, not one of those married prudes that think they are doing their man a huge favor by gracing them with a warm spot to pelt. I don't understand the mentality of it. I feel I'm getting what I want and need out of it as well. I am ready and willing when Neal is, and with his work bringing him home tired lately I am more than willing since it has been a while. As I climbed out of the shower I glanced up at my reflection in the fogging mirror. For 36, I looked pretty damn good. Though I am not super model thin, my curvy hips and full natural breasts portray a sexier femininity in my view that men appreciate. I see them looking at me, undressing me as they, walk with their wives. I have never been insecure about my body and I guess that is one of the reasons why I think I am more sexually driven then most women. I am comfortable with the way I look and it has its benefits. Sex is better because one is not inhibited by their insecurities and I can do flirtatious and bold things like letting Neal take naughty Polaroid's of me. I'll never forget the excitement I felt as he snapped those centerfold style shots of me sprawled out on our bed. It does at times worry me yet excites, me that he has it and it could fall into someone else's hands and that I would be fully displayed, every inch of me to one of his snooping co- workers but like I said I think I look pretty good and I trust him. I towel dried and preceded to the bedroom to dress. That is when my day took an unexpected turn that I would have never anticipated. I did not see him until I was halfway across the room and it was too late for me to escape. It was Brandon doing the work Neal had given him He was putting screens on our bedroom window. I don't know who was more startled him or me but there was no shelter from his eyes, It was clear that he saw me. He was wide-eyed and not looking away as I fumbled around for anything to cover myself with. I let out a scream as I grabbed the nearest thing, a small decorative pillow off the bed. It did such an inadequate job of covering me and I would have given my eyeteeth for a robe. With one-armed draped across my breasts attempting to hide them and the other holding the small pillow at my waste I shriek. "What are you doing" Not knowing what else to say even though I realized that this situation wasn't his fault. The whole episode must have scared and startled him as much as it did me even though I was the one standing completely naked in front of that young college boy's probing eyes. My question and shriek must have shaken him out of his trance, but at the same time caused him to lose his balance for I saw the ladder fall to the side as he grabbed for the windowsill. What was I supposed to do? Let him fall three floors to our driveway. I wanted to dash into the bathroom and grab the towel that I had left damp on the floor. I wanted to ignore the whole thing and pretend that I was not just exposed to raging hormones but that was not an option or at least an option I could live with. I answered his call for help and bolted over to the window with pillow still in hand. I opened it exposing his white knuckled grip slipping from its ledge. As I stuck my head out I could see his need for help. He was barely holding on and without my aid he surely would have fell. So I did what I had to. I put aside the pillow and the chance to dash back to the concealment of my bathroom. I reached down and grabbed his wrists relieving some weight off his arms and with help from his feet and the brick ledge we pulled him in the window. What a sight this would have been had any of my neighbors been standing in our backyard. I was halfway out the window exposing myself even more for public viewing. We fell onto the bedroom floor, nearly on top of each other, exhausted from pulling. He was now at my feet as I lay there with not even so much as a pillow nearby. He looked at me again scanning over my body taking every bit of it in. Though he was shaken by the whole ordeal his natural drives as a man were greater. I jumped to my feet to head for the cover of my bathroom but before I ran off I paused for a second. Why I didn't move instantly is still a mystery to me even now, but I believe it was due to the same trill I receive from the idea of one of Neal's co-workers seeing my pictures. Yes, I was mortified by eyes probing me, but another stirring was showing itself that I never expected. I was excited by his lust of my body. Like I said I have always been confident of my looks and sexuality and maybe seeing this young barely man staring at me made me somewhat flirtatious. I mean for crying out loud it wasn't like He hadn't already gotten a good look at me. My tits were practically in his face as he came through the window. Why not give him a drawn out peek and make myself feel good about arousing the loins of a man half my age. I dropped my hands which were again sprawled over me to cover me and placing my them on my hips allowing him a full unobscured view. "Okay shows over." His eyes were transfixed on my waist. The fact that he was only 4 or 5 feet away and still sitting on my floor gave him a clear view of the faint crevice between my legs. I had never been so vulnerable and exposed before another mane other than an intimate lover and the idea that it fell outside that realm somehow made it highly sensual. Though it was terrifying and embarrassing it was at the same time, a huge turn on. I mean my God he is seeing me the way only Neal sees me. I turned slowly away from him giving him a last peek at my yet to be seen round ass and headed for the bathroom. I heard him say as I was about to disappear around the corner "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Williams." Thinking it was nice of him to apologize for something that wasn't really even his fault; I turned to tell him it was just a simple misunderstanding. My jaw literally dropped. What happened next was when the whole ordeal left the realm of accident and became purposed. When I turned I saw that he was not apologizing for his invasion of my modesty but rather for what he was about to do. I turned to find him pulling down his loose fit jeans exposing an eye-catching erection through his boxers. "Oh my God what the hell are you doing Brandon?" "I'm sorry but something like this doesn't happen every day. You are so beautiful, aid you look so good. You know you were teasing me. Standing there letting me look at you. Well I looked at you and now I just have to jerk off while I look at you?" I was speechless that he had picked up on my pleasure of him looking at me. Was my ego spurred, was it that I was already somehow excited by the whole erotic ness of it all. I bit my lip preparing to tell him that it would be wrong and to pull his pants back up and that this whole thing is over. I mean I've known Brandon and his family for years what would that make me? I am not the neighborhood slut who lets herself be the model for all the masturbating youths of the neighborhood. Even if my eyes were intrigued by the large bulge he was sporting. I guess he took my staring at his waist and my hesitation as a yes. Because before I knew it he was pulling his boxers off him. I couldn't help but stare as he began stroking at a surprisingly ample member. The word No was almost out of me when I found myself captivated by what was before me. Brandon was 19 and extremely fit. He was thin and muscular and I guess since I have known him since he was 15 I never really saw what a handsome "Man" he was. I had never before seen such animalistic lust being acted out and I was the root of it all. There are two areas of life that usually never mix the normal everyday practices of life and the erotic. The idea of the two mixing by coincidence was an aphrodisiac for me. Yes I felt my body tingle as I watched him leer at me and pound away at himself. His eyes were all over me as I watched his tight grip around himself go back and forth. I knew what he was thinking about. I knew what he was fantasizing about. I wondered if he had ever jerked off while thinking about me before. Imagining what I looked like under the outfits he saw me wearing. No wondering for him anymore. He now forever had a perfect picture of what I looked like under it all. A clear a picture as Neal had stuffed away inside his briefcase. I snapped for a split second back to reality. Oh my God Joy what are you doing and what have you got yourself into. He's masturbating in front of you. How will I ever be able to face him in the neighborhood again? I can see it now Neal and I will be walking the neighborhood and we will pass him. Neal will make friendly talk about college and work when I will know what he is thinking " Hey buddy I saw your wife's tits and ass" or He will give me a little smile reminder again of this little secret as he stares through me, this time with the accurate images. Was he going to think he could come over here all the time and beat off in front of me? You would think that these thoughts would have made me scream stop and send him home while finally retreating to the protection of our bathroom. It actually though had the opposite effect even though it terrified me, and before I knew it I found myself caught up once more and considering moving closer for him to see me. Maybe it was my ego or I told myself I wasn't cheating by letting him jerk off and being his momentary fantasy. Those were true but I think a lot of it comes down to the fact that I wanted to watch him as well. This was not something that I had seen before and I, though nervous, wanted to experience it. I wanted to mix the everyday with the erotic. I wanted to see the same Brandon that mows his yard in cut offs and no shirt, cum on my bedroom floor. I wanted to hear his gasps and grunts as it exploded out of him, knowing that it was my body that brought it out of him. I wanted to watch him just as much as he wanted to watch me. I moved closer slowly so to give him and myself a better view. As I did I could see the veins in his cock swelling along with the others in his body? The head of his dick swelled and the act looked more painful than a pleasure with the tight grip he w using. I had never seen such a raw sexual act as this. He pumped away furiously as he stared at me. Moving his eyes from my waist to my nipples. With each stroke I found myself totally captivated by his methodic self-pleasure. I was sure this wasn't the first time he had done this but I was just as confident that he had never done this in the presence of a naked woman and more than that a naked me. In that moment I felt myself losing all restraint and it took everything in me to scream, "STOP." He suddenly got this disappointed look on his face. "If you, I mean we are going to do this we have to get a couple things straight. One, I am happily married and this must be our secret. You can't tell anyone, not even your horny friends. This is something that I never planned or ever will again. Is that clear?" He nodded excited once more that the encounter wasn't over. "Second, this is the only time this will ever happen. After this we go back to being neighbors exchanging normal greetings. No seconds and never a word to anyone, do you understand?" A nod of the head was all I got as he pulled his sweaty t-shirt over his head. "How do you want to see me?" I asked anxious and nervous finally realizing the reality at what I had just committed to. He looked unsure how to answer but his 'eyes moved to the bed. The bed in which Neal and I had been together so many times, the bed that Neal had taken those naughty pictures of me. Somehow the naughtiness of that didn't seem to compare to all this. I was now shaking as I moved onto the bed in front of him. He had to be able to see my nervousness. Yes I was secure with myself but this was a whole new realm that I have never delved. Neal and I had done some pretty saucy things before but the fact that this was leaving him out of the picture made it different and it was not just thrilling but terrifying. I laid back nervously only slightly spreading my legs slightly for him. Exposing more of the fold that he was so engrossed in earlier. His deep sigh showed his approval and he immediately started pulling again at himself as he stared between my legs. I could tell I was moist and I worried that he would realize that this too was equally exciting me and that it was more than just a favor to him. Realizing that hiding my excitement was futile I decide to step it up a notch and give him a show. I grabbed my breasts and began tugging and teasing at my nipples. I squirmed my hips as I stared into his eyes with the naughtiest housewife look I could give. His approval was displayed through his groans and I began to sigh myself. I became almost embarrassed and closed my eyes for at that moment I suddenly realized the erotic magnitude of all of it. I pictured Neal sitting in his office while his wife at home' was the eye candy of the masturbating man he hired to do yard work. He wasn't changing the screens he was looking at his wife's pussy. I opened my eyes and saw that Brandon himself had moved closer and he was now standing at the edge of the bed still pounding away. It made me nervous having him that close and having his soon to be erupting balls that close to me. My body went tense and I gave him a look that said to him that was close enough and that the line had been drawn. After all I was the one in control of this situation. His eyes told me that he understood and I relaxed my body once more. It wasn't long after that he began to get that look in his eyes that all men get when they are close and about to cum and if he did it was obvious that he was close enough that he would do it all over me. He must have known that I was aware of this fact for he spoke in the most strained voice. "Can.. I... cum on you. Please then I'll go." I could tell that he realized his question was bold, but no more bold then asking if he could beat off in front of me. At first I was caught off guard and taken back but as before this new question excited me so. It's funny how when caught up in the moment the excuses you will make. I told myself again that it wasn't cheating which now seems ridiculous, but I couldn't stop. I mean his dick was only two feet from me and I wanted to send him over the edge. I wanted to see him come and the thought of him doing it on me gave me such a surge between my legs. I wanted him all over me so I lifted my knees up with my hands spreading my legs now fully before him hoping that it would send him completely over the edge. "Alright you can shoot it on me." Yes I know I was going way past the limit. I was so caught up and turned on I was thinking about only now. I admit I wasn't in control, my desires were. I spurred him on trying to get him over the top as I stared at the end of his cock waiting for the blast on me. "Come on, cum on me, cum on me, shoot it all over me" His eyes told all. He was about to explode and he aimed his cock over top of me to coat me. His muscles tensed and he began to buck back and forth. Maybe it was an opportunity he saw when I closed my eyes to brace myself for his blast, but instead of a warm spray of his cum on me I felt something much different. A feeling I'd felt many times with no doubt of what had just be done. I felt a deep thrust inside me. I yelped, not sure if it was shock and surprise or the sheer ecstasy it caused inside. I opened my eyes to see Brandon on top of me. I was stunned and my mouth fell open in total fear at what just happened. He looked down at me with an apologetic smile and began fucking me as hard as he was himself only seconds ago. Oh shit, what have I done, what have I allowed to happen? A Man is fucking me and it is not my husband. Fifteen minutes ago I wouldn't have thought anything like this could happen to me, but here I am with another man's dick inside me. My body was rocking from his thrusting and part of me wanted to shove him off but the other was screaming for him to continue. He had to see the shock and surprise on my face. A look that said oh my God what did you do but it was too late. He was already in me and fucking me. There was no excuse I could give to Neal or anyone for that matter that would explain all this. He was fucking me the way that I had envisioned Neal fucking me later that night. It was futile to stop it, besides I didn't want to. Hustled Though I was terrified with what I was doing there was no way I would stop it now. Not knowing how he feels inside me. There was no turning back, no stopping it and we both realized it. Besides with each thrust he made my will to say stop diminished. My thoughts of Neal drifted far away as he pounded me with that big young dick. At that Moment I wouldn't have even stopped should he appear in the doorway. He was bigger than Neal and the difference was obvious. I had forgotten how other men could feel and this one so good and he moved so well for such a young lover. I loved it and though I felt taken advantage of, I would have pulled him back into me and beg him to keep fucking me should he try to leave. I grabbed his firm ass and said, "Come on fuck me, fuck me hard, God you feel good" I met his thrusts with my own and lifted my knees a little higher allowing me to feel every young inch of him. "Oh Yes. We shouldn't be doing this... this is Oh God Yeah" He was fucking me so hard that it became clear to me even in my of incredible enjoyment that his appearance of cumming earlier was all a ruse. A trick to get me here. A trick to get me to spread my legs for him willingly. I wondered if the ladder falling was even an accident, or that he happened to be changing that window when I was coming out of the bathroom. My movements and sighs slowed as it all became clear to me. He wanted to get me here on my back to fuck me the whole time. He totally played me and I had underestimated him. He wasn't anywhere close to being done with fucking me. Even though it angered me. It did nothing to diminish my want for him to keep fucking me. God it felt so good even though it was so wrong. Yes I was happily married and after all this was over I would return to that life. I would return to being the faithful wife I had always been. But for now I loved the dick this hustler had in me and though he did and was getting the best of me I was not leaving empty handed. My needs would be filled as well. I screamed out again in ecstasy and again moving to match his "Come on Brandon this was what you wanted all along. You played me from the start, you wanted to fuck me so fuck me, make it count because you'll never have this again." He gave me a slanted smile confirming all that I accused him of was true. It wasn't that he was fucking a women, it was that he was fucking a women that never imagined it possible. He was fucking a woman that he had played for the fool. He had conquered me. He grabbed my tits as they lunged back and forth by his thrusts. He smiled and said, "Mrs. Williams know that after all this is over and we go back to being neighbors, and I know we may never do this again but I will remember. I will remember it all. The way your tits rock and you feel around me. The way your moans sound. I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck you, and whenever you see me from now on you will know that I know". With that he put his head down to watch himself enter me, engraving the picture in his mind forever. I matched his thrusts and grabbed his ass pulling him inside me exactly the way I needed to so that I could feel him best. It was only a few strokes when I felt it mount inside me. I screamed out, totally unaware that the window had never been closed "Yes, oh. Oh yes. Like that don't stop keep fucking me." It went on forever and it must have been the final unknown that he was looking for, the last mystery of this woman to be revealed. The way I came. The way I squirmed and yelled during the most erotic and intimate act. The act of sweetest pleasure brought on by another. His started as mine subsided. He bucked and went tight on top of me. Motionless allowing me to only feel his contracting cock pulse as it filled me. My husband came home and as promised I relieved his pent up stress. He pounded me on the same bed that I had been pounded on by Brandon. I will not tell what I was thinking of when he was or which fucking I enjoyed more. Some thoughts of women should never be shared. It startled me as he drifted off. The last question before he fell asleep. "Did you pay Brandon?" Which I responded with an "I told you I'd take of care of it."