I placed my hand on the shower wall to steady myself. I came. As soon as I did, I felt guilty but I still had images of Bobby’s body in my head. I got dressed for dinner. Again, not really aware of it then, I was wondering what Bobby would like me to wear. I decided on a cute, tight, short pair of terry cloth shorts and a fitted V neck T shirt. The shirt showed a bit of belly. The shorts ended just at the bottom of my ass. I went braless. After all I reasoned. I wasn’t going out again. I might as well be comfortable.
When I was dressed I went to the kitchen to start dinner. Bobby was there before me already cooking. His boardshorts had dried and he had on a white tank top. I admired his waist and shoulders from the back. He turned and saw me and he smiled. I realized I had not noticed anyone smile at me for a while. I felt a tingle in my belly. I liked it. I knew I wanted more smiles.
We had a nice dinner. Now looking back, I realize I was flirting. Then I just bought I was having a great conversation. I would touch his hands and his arms. I would laugh.
That night Dennis got home around 10:30. I was in bed. I was waiting for him. All I was wearing was a sheer camisole. I got out of bed, grabbed him, and kissed him. I was horny. I wanted sex.
He pushed me away, “Not tonight Nancy. I’m tired.”
I blew up. “Tired? You’re always fucking tired. You haven’t fucked me for months. How is a 30 year old guy that fucking tired that he doesn’t want to fuck?”
He told me to quiet down. That Bobby could hear me.
“So what,” I screamed. “You don’t want your brother to know you don’t fuck me? You’re never home. He probably already knows.”
Dennis just walked out. I don’t know where he went. I sat on the bed and cried myself to sleep.
The next morning I woke up with a headache. I went to get some coffee. I didn’t think that I was still in my sheer camisole. I just walked to the kitchen. Bobby was sitting at the table. He looked up and stared at me.
When I realized my tits were visible through the cami, and it didn’t cover my naked pussy and ass, I should have covered myself. I didn’t. Something in me felt that by showing myself off to Bobby I was getting back at Dennis. I just said good morning and started talking like everything was normal.
“I guess you heard us last night,” I said.
Bobby gave a shy laugh, “Kinda hard not to,” he replied.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t know what to do.” I started crying.
Bobby got up and came over to comfort me. In my nakedness I don’t think he knew what to do. Finally I leaned against his chest and cried. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders.
Eventually he left for school. I got a text from Dennis
“I’m sorry about last night. You’re right, I need to be home more. I’ve got a lot to do this month, but once it’s over I promise I’ll be home more.”
“Thank you.” I responded.
Then I called my sister Janey. I told her the whole fight. She was very sympathetic to me. She told me she could see how hard it was. She also reminded me that Dennis was trying to get the business going and was doing it for my future.
I hung up feeling better.
Things got back to normal. Well, almost normal. The one big change was that I was no longer modest around Bobby. I would often leave my bedroom door open when I got dressed. If I was wearing particularly pretty underwear, I would get coffee in it.
After work I would just pull on an oversized T shirt and nothing else. Sometimes when Bobby and I would go to watch TV I would go put on a sexy nightie or other lingerie. I’d wear I light, semi see through robe over it to pretend I was being decent, but it would often fall open.
Dennis probably assumed all the lingerie he came home to was for him. It wasn’t. It was so Bobby could see me. So I could see that I made his cock hard. So I’d be reassured I still had it.
For his part Bobby often saw my tits, pussy, and ass on display. He got comfortable enough when I did show off that he’d compliment me. Sometimes ask me to take off my robe so he could see the outfit. Once in a T shirt, he told me I had a great ass. I pulled the shirt up, showed him my ass and asked if he really thought so.
I could often see his hard cock bulge against the shorts he slept in or the jeans he was wearing that day. Sometimes I’d brush against it just to reassure myself he really was hard. At night, I’d masturbate thinking about grabbing his cock and sucking it or making him kneel behind me and fuck me. I’d picture myself on my knees swallowing his cum or jerking off and having it spray my chest.
I was horny as hell and couldn’t wait for the month to be over so Dennis and I could start fucking again.
Then it happened. One day I was out shopping. In a shop I saw a little gift I knew Janey would love. I bought it and decided to go by her house and drop it off.
When I got there I was surprised to see Dennis’ car outside. I got out of my car and walked to the door. Normally I walked right in. That day I stood there for a moment. I was afraid of what was on the other side of that door.
I opened the door. There were voices down the hall. I walked towards them. I knew they were the sounds of sex. I didn’t want to look. I knew what I’d see but I knew I had to. I was not prepared for what I saw.
Janey was on her hands and knees, Dennis, my husband, was fucking her from behind. There was another guy there. He worked for Dennis. Janey had his cock in her mouth.
Dennis was talking to Janey.
“That’s it baby. Suck that cock. Show him what a good cocksucker you are.”
I quickly came to my senses. I stepped out of sight, pulled out my phone, and started to video it. After about 2 minutes I stopped and snuck back to my car. I sat there not breathing. I was angry, I was humiliated, I was crushed. A million emotions.
The one that won out was anger. Well, anger and doubt. The closer I got to home, the madder I was. I wanted revenge. He was out fucking my sister while I was home begging him to fuck me? Why? What did she have? I was a good fuck? Wasn’t I? I never said no. I wanted whatever he wanted. I tried to be his lover. Why Janey?
And Janey? How could she do this to me? How could she listen to how heartbroken I was and continue to fuck my husband? What kind of person does that?
I parked the car and slammed the door. I stormed into my house and again slammed the door. Bobby was there. One look at me and he knew something was wrong. He got up and walked over to me. I don’t know what came over me. I grabbed his shirt, pulled him to me and kissed me.
He pulled away and said, “What’s going on?”
What’s going on?” I said. “What’s going on is I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
He started to protest again. Then stopped. As I tried to kiss him, he kissed me. I don’t blame Bobby. He was 18. I was 28. The woman he’d dreamed about for 5 years just told him she was going to fuck him. What chance did he have.
I pushed him to the couch. As I did I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it leaving it pooled on the floor. I kissed him one more time and pushed him down on the couch. I slid to my knees in front of him. I grabbed his pants unzipped them and pulled them and his boxers down. His cock sprang out.
It was nice. About 7″ and thicker than Dennis’. I could just barely close my fingers around it. I saw a drop of precum on the tip. I stuck my tongue out and tasted it. I forgot how much I liked cum. He moaned.
I opened my lips and took him in my mouth. The head filled my mouth. It felt good. As I lightly sucked the tip, I continued to rub the shaft up and down. He watched me intently. My eyes caught his. I pulled off his cock and smiled. I rubbed the tip on my lips and cheeks.
“Mmmmm,” I said. “I am going to make you feel like you’ve never felt before.”
I lowered my lips back on his cock and again took it in my mouth. I slowly stroked it while sliding the tip in and out of my lips. Each stroke I took him as deep as I could. I can’t deep throat, but between my hands and mouth I knew he was loving it.
I pulled my lips off his cock. I reached down and pulled my top off. I was wearing a front clasp bra. Still stroking his cock, I slid up his body and kissed him.
“Take it off,” I said, nodding to my bra.
I kissed him. I felt his hands fumble with the clasp, but he got it.
“Do you like my tits?” I whispered. “Tonight they’re yours. Touch them.”
He reached up and caressed my tits. A little rough, but I didn’t care.
“That’s it baby, play with them,” I moaned.
I continued to stroke his cock. I kissed him again.
With my lips almost touching his I moaned, “Baby, I’m yours. This is my cock tonight. My mouth and pussy are yours.”