Chapter 4
Gloria had been more amused than anything else by Jack Turner's attentions, at first. The idea of having an affair with a young man was not one that had ever occurred to her. It was rather flattering to know that she had gotten the boy worked up, but that was about the extent of it. After she had told Charles about it, however, she began to think differently in regard to the situation. It was as if her husband's excitement had been contagious. He had been so thrilled and horny by thinking of Gloria fucking Jack that it had made her thrilled and horny, by association. And so, instead of feeling merely amused by Jack's desire, Gloria began to have other thoughts.
She had no idea of actually doing anything.
Certainly not. She was a faithful wife. But it did no harm just to think about such things, to image what it would be like to fuck the boy, how excited he would be and how that youthful excitement would excite her, in turn.
And she saw little danger in a mild flirtation.
It would be fun to tease the boy a bit, to give him an odd suggestive glance, a casual nasty word, perhaps even let him sneak a glance at her crotch when she crossed her legs or somehow manage, as if by accident, to give him a look at her tits.
What was the harm?
And so it was that when Jack showed up the next morning, after Charles had already left for his office, he found Gloria wearing a frilly, semi-transparent negligee.
Bold and brash with girls of his age, the lad was struck dumb as he gaped at sexy Gloria.
She pretended not to notice his intense gaze.
She also pretended not to notice the way the front of his jeans began to bulge.
"My husband left a list of the things he wanted you to do today, Jack," she said. "I'll get it."
She left him standing by the door and moved towards the table. By design, she passed in front of the window en route, so that the morning sunlight revealed every detail of her shapely outline through the sheer silky material of her sexy robe.
Pretending to be looking for the list, she posed and postured, turning this way and that, so that the boy could see her from all the various angles.
In profile, she let him see the way her big tits thrust out, her nipples branding twin peaks into the negligee.
Turning her back, she knew that he was staring at her heart-shaped ass through the transparent silk, watching as she shot one hip out.
Facing him, but looking at the list, she gave him a full frontal vista, perfectly aware that the outline of her curly blonde pubic bush could be seen clearly through the silk, her legs slightly parted, her belly thrust out.
When she handed him the list, she let her fingers touch his in a lingering fashion.
Brushing past him then, she shifted her hip against his swollen groin.
He gave a little gasp.
Gloria looked back over her shoulder with a smile, but when she saw how worked up the youth was she began to wonder if she might have gone too far. Teasing him was one thing, but if she had made him so horny that he lost control-well, that might not be too wise. He was an athletic boy. What if he got so carried away that he tried to force her-to rape her? The thought of being raped by a horny young man was not unpleasant-and she got a bit frightened by the possibility, as much because it was not unattractive as anything else.
She was amazed at how horny she felt.
And Jack's lust was evident in his face and his body. He was staring hard at her. His lips were drawn back from his teeth and his eyes glinted with desire. He clenched his fists opened them, clenched them again.
And his prick was standing out in the front of his jeans.
Yes, she guessed she had gone too far.
She didn't trust the boy and she didn't trust herself. She decided she had better nip this in the bud by dispatching him on one of his tasks. Then she figured that she could kill two birds with one stone. She could ask him to bring the dog in from his kennel. That would get him out of the house for a few minutes, breaking the spell of passion that was gripping him and it would also provide protection, in case he did get any ideas about forcing his attentions on her. The dog was a big Alsatian, classically named Rover, and although he was not vicious, he would certainly protect his mistress if the boy were to attack her.
Moving out of the direct sunlight, so that her negligee no longer revealed the contours of her body, she told Jack to fetch Rover.
He hesitated, staring intently at her.
She didn't think he had heard her. She repeated the request, her voice cool.
"Yeah, all right," he muttered.
He turned, making no attempt to hide the outline of his huge hard-on, and went out.
Gloria breathed a sigh of relief.
She was sorry that she had teased the poor lad. She regretted her lascivious posturing. It made her feel cheap to know that she had used the lad's lust for her own amusement, like some common cockteaser. But it had excited her, too.
Jack brought Rover in.
Rover was wagging his tail and his big, wet tongue lolled over his teeth.
Jack's cock was hard as a stone, writhing in his jeans, and he licked his lips.
"Good doggy," Gloria said, petting Rover and ignoring Jack and making sure she kept her negligee closed in front as she stooped down to stroke the dog.
Looking up, keeping her face blank and hoping that the boy would think her previous display had been unintentional, she said, "Well, you have the list, Jack. You can get on with your work now, please."
He nodded and went out again.
Gloria still felt sorry for having tormented him, but glad that nothing awkward had transpired. She moved over to the window and watched Jack walk across the back yard, towards the tool and gardening shed. She supposed he was going to trim the hedges and cut the grass. He went into the shed.
He pulled the door closed behind him.
Gloria frowned, puzzled.
Then she gave a little gasp.
She knew why he was closing himself in the shed. There could be but one reason.
He was going to jerk off!
She had excited him so greatly that he had to relieve himself before he got on with his work!
That certain knowledge thrilled sexy Gloria to the core of her being.
The sight of her body had stimulated the lad and her vanity was thrilled, as well as her lust.
Jack was going to think about her while he pumped that big prick up and down and shot his wad, she was certain of that, and she had seldom felt so aroused as she did at the moment. Oh, if only she could figure out some way to spy on him! How she would have loved to secretly watch the young man pull his prick and blow his load!
If the shed had had a window, Gloria would have sneaked out and peeked in.
But there was no window and the door was closed. She thought seriously about going out under some pretext-wondering why he was not working, for instance-and opening the door of the shed, catching him in the act.
She was sorely tempted, for she really did want to see the boy jerking off. But it was no good.
If she walked in on him he would no doubt be embarrassed and would certainly stop masturbating, so all she could hope to see was one or two strokes.
She might tell him to continue.
But no, that was too dangerous by far. If he got the idea that she was hot for him-and she was!-he might not be satisfied with his own hand. It would be far too dangerous to reveal her interest in that fashion.
She sighed, frustrated.
She stared at the tool shed, half expecting to see the flimsy wooden walls vibrating in tune with his furious pumping, to hear his howl of pleasure when he came. She thought that maybe she would go out to the shed, afterwards, and look at his jism on the wall or the floor or-so hot was the boy-maybe even on the ceiling.
Gloria's cunt was simmering.
She grinned ruefully, a little embarrassed and ashamed of herself, but so very hot that her sexual needs took precedence over anything else.
There was only one thing to do.
Gloria decided that she would finger-fuck herself in the house, while Jack jerked off in the tool shed, thinking of him while he thought of her, sharing the thrill of a climax with the horny boy through the distance that separated their individual, solitary release.
She moved to the couch and sat down.
Her pussy was glowing like a burning ember between her thighs, squishing and steaming.
She opened her negligee, folding it back and looking down at her body. Her nipples were so swollen that they looked as if they might burst. Her crotch was foaming.
She spread her legs wide apart.
She began to rub her cunt with both hands, her face twisting into a mask of passion.
Oh, she wished that she had a big, hard cock instead of only her hands and fingers!
She imagined Jack, pumping his prick energetically up and down, thinking of her as his balls expanded and his cum started to burst.
Tilting her wrist, she pushed three fingers up her hole and began to steadily finger-fuck her cunt, while her other hand traced up her cunt lips and strummed at the taut, vibrant bud of her clit.
It felt nice-but not as nice as a cock or a hot, slurping tongue!
Gloria wished that she were acrobatic enough to go down on herself.
God, how lucky a woman would be if she were able to eat herself out, Gloria thought. She could do it whenever she liked, for as long as she wanted, without any necessity to please someone else, setting the pace that suited her best.
Gloria had tried, once.
Lying on the bed, she had thrown her legs up, feet against the wall, knees beside her face. She had craned her neck up, trying desperately to get her mouth on her twat. But she had fallen short-frustratingly short. She had come close, and that had made it all the more frustrating. Pushing her tongue out, she had managed to lick at her pubic hair, but that loving tongue had been an inch short of her clit.
She had seriously contemplated taking yoga lessons.
Now she wished that she had. Her hot cunt needed some attentive tongue. Her busy hands seemed only to be making her hotter, without bringing her towards a climax. She pushed her fingers up her hole quickly, twisting them. Her other hand rubbed her clit to a froth. Cunt juice was running down her hand and seeping down her crotch. She was panting and whimpering. Her eyes rolled back, her eyelashes fluttered.
She threw her head back, grinding her crotch against her hands, willing herself to cream.
She felt something hot on the inside of her thigh.
Puzzled, she looked down.
Rover, intrigued by this situation, had padded across the room and was pushing his muzzle out towards her cunt, his doggy breath billowing over her steaming crotch.
Shocked, she was about to push him away.
He regarded her with a baleful eye.
And...
His tongue was lolling out!