Chapter 9
A FRUSTRATED HOUSEWIFE'S SOLUTION....
Marg Smelton was angry. She also had a gnawing hunger in and around the cavity between her thighs. The two emotions were very closely related.
Night after night it was the same. Bob would drag himself home, usually late, and complain about being so tired. As he moaned about the miseries of the agency, he complained that everyone there except him was lazy, incompetent and a fool.
From time to time, she would be dressed seductively in black lingerie under a sheer negligee, but she may as well have worn dungarees for all he saw.
If she let her desire become more obvious, to the point where he couldn't ignore it, Bob complained that he was just too tired to do anything a-bout it. He was very sorry, he would explain, and she was very beautiful, but he just couldn't possibly manage it.
Lately, she had been more flagrantly teasing at the parties they held or attended. Depending on his mood, Bob would be either delighted at the way she entertained influential people or angry at the way she threw herself at them.
Regardless though, it didn't provide her with the satisfaction she craved. The men would eat it up while she teased them, steal a few quick feels as the evening wore on, then leave to go home with or to their wives.
Marg would drag herself to bed feeling even more frustrated than she had at the beginning of the evening. It just kept getting worse.
She discovered how bad it had become a couple of months ago. It was one of those lonely evenings of sitting around the house waiting for her husband to arrive. When he did, she knew, there would be all the old stories about agency politics and being surrounded by fools.
To kill time, she began to undress. She didn't stop until she stood naked in front of her mirror. For a long time, she looked at the reflection of her body. What she saw made her want to cry.
Damn it all, she thought, I have a good body. I'm only thirty-eight. When she cupped her breasts in both hands, they looked good. Her fingers found the nipples which responded to her touch immediately.
It was so easy to imagine that there was a man with her. He was naked and standing close behind her so that she could feel the aroused strength of his masculinity pressing anxiously between her thighs and against her smooth buttocks as he pleaded that she share her nude loveliness with him.
His hand were strong and knowing on her breasts. The nipples leaped out hungrily and, in response to his pleas, she would permit him to take them into his mouth and suck them one at a time.
While he sucked, his tongue licked at the a-roused nipples causing it to grow firmer and bigger. His hands were moving down along her body then, demanding more.
As the hands of her phantom lover moved, the hands in the mirror moved along her body too. Marg saw one well manicured hand stop to caress the triangle of tangled foliage.
She watched it force its way between her thighs, then she gasped as the hand touched. It rubbed for a moment across the waiting labia, then one finger began to insinuate between the lips.
It slid slowly into her as if it were a man slowly feeding her his erection. Her legs moved wider a-part, her knees bent and she began to sob with desire.
"Yes, darling," she whispered, "I can't resist you. Take me to bed and make love to me."
As she walked to the bed with her lover, she felt his hand cupping one buttock and feeling the rhythm of each step.
And then she was lying on the bed with her knees drawn up, thighs parted wide, waiting for her lover to fall atop her heaving body.
He didn't walk then as he lowered himself to her. He was big and hard and excited and she felt him slip into the moist warmth of her.
At first, he moved slowly in and out, his hardness rubbing the sensitivity of her clitoris. It felt so good, soooo very good. She told him so and he rubbed a little harder with each slow stroke.
She felt release approaching from a great distance and he must have noticed it immediately because his strokes came faster then. The rubbing inside her brought ecstatic delight and her body heaved on the bed. She wondered how he was able to stay on top of her.
The thrill of climax flooded over her then. Her body raised right off the bed and swayed in midair. Her lover stroked her three more times quickly' and she cried out in sheer, passionate joy. The lover held against the warmth without moving.
Marg heard herself mumbling almost incoherent words to tell her lover how good it had been. When she opened her eyes, she saw the reflection in the mirror opposite the bed.
Her thighs were parted wide and she looked directly into the region where her lover had just withdrawn. She saw her hand there, one finger still separated from the others.
The fantasy was shattered then as she saw that she was alone in the room, alone on the bed. For a little while, it had been good, better than anything she had known in a long time. Now, she was faced with the sad reality of masturbation and it quickly robbed her of the lingering ecstasy.
Later, as she slipped her nightie on, Marg told herself that there was no reason to be ashamed, that it wasn't her fault at all. If my husband were a real man, I wouldn't have to do things like this.
The argument was a moderate success so that every week or two, when the need became too great, Marg would strip naked and enjoy another erotic session with her phantom lover.
Usually it was on the bed, but she found that it could be good when sitting on the toilet with her legs wide apart and her finger working under her, moving inside until it triggered the explosion.
It wasn't enough though. A finger could never be as good as a real man and that was what she wanted. A man wasn't going to be that easy to find though. It wasn't going to be as easy as teasing men at their parties.
Three tables away in the cocktail lounge, a man had been sneaking glances at her as she sat alone toying with her drink and her thoughts. This time, he smiled and she instinctively smiled back.
She felt her heart pounding as he checked over his shoulder, then got up and walked to her table.
"How much, baby?" he asked almost gruffly.
"Get away from me," she almost shrieked. He almost ran from the place and she was alone again.
He thought I was a whore. The thought hit her in the pit of the stomach. What's happened to me that strange men take me for a common prostitute?
Marg was sure that the dozen or so people in the place were staring at her and were sure, as the man had been, that she was a whore. She wanted to get away, wanted to run out as the man had done, but she couldn't.
If I do, she thought, they'll think I'm running after him. She forced herself to stay at the table for another five minutes. Then, her knees trembling, she managed to walk out of the darkened room and into the bright light of the afternoon.
When she finished shopping, Marg found herself just a block from the offices of Marks and Mountain. On the off chance that Bob would be in and alone in his office, she went up. He was in and alone and the secretary ushered her in.
Bob was surprised but reasonably pleasant. As usual, he had problems. Carl Jordan had just decided to take a couple of days off without warning and he had to carry the load.
Marg remembered Carl Jordan. She pictured the tall, athletic body, the easy smile, the look of strength with gentleness. She pressed her knees together at the thought of how great he could be in the sack. The old hunger was burning again.
"How about a whole evening together, Bob?" she asked suddenly.
"I'd love that, baby, really I would, but today I can't make it. I got to take some client people out to dinner and I won't get away until after ten."
"Okay, Bob, I understand. I'll go home and clean out the garage. You'll never get a chance to do that either." Her tone contained more defeat than anger.
"Come off it, Marg," he said impatiently. "Why don't you go to a show or something. The garage can wait."
"You probably haven't noticed, Bob, but I can't get my car into it. I've been parking outside for a week now."
"Austin," Bob called to the young messenger who was passing in front of his office.
He retraced his steps and walked into the office. Marg saw a clean cut looking boy whose age she guessed at sixteen or seventeen. His shyness made him a little more attractive.
"Austin, this is my wife." The boy smiled and made a little bow. "I'd like you to go home with her and give her a hand with some work there. Do you mind?"
"Not at all," the boy answered quickly. "I'd be glad to, Mr. Smelton."
Marg made a token protest at involving the boy in their domestic labors, but he assured her he'd be pleased to help.
Ten minutes later, they were getting into her car in the parking lot. As she slid behind the wheel, she saw her dress hike up over her thighs. Marg was about to tug it down when she caught him stealing a quick glimpse. She left it where it was.
The drive took about twenty-five minutes and they chatted easily all through it. Her dress kept creeping higher so that she knew he could see the complete top of on nylon and part of the other. She was keenly aware that he kept looking when he thought she was concentrating on the road ahead.
It excited her more than anything had in a long, long time. He's only a boy, she admitted to herself during a lull in the conversation, but he's also a young man with all the male equipment. She wondered if he was experienced at all.
Before they reached the house, Marg knew she was going to seduce him.
As she braked to a stop in the driveway, Marg made a point of noticing how much she had been showing.
"Good Heavens," she smiled, "I didn't realize I was showing so much thigh"
Austin couldn't come up with an answer, but he did blush.
"I hope I didn't embarrass you. After ah, I'm sure the girls you go out with have much nicer legs."
"That isn't true," he said hotly. "Besides, I don't go out with girls much anyway. I don't know if it's the right thing for me to say, but I think they're awfully nice." As she said the words, he looked frankly at her still exposed thighs for a few seconds.
"It's a wonderful thing for you to say, Austin." She smiled warmly. "A woman likes to hear a man tell her she has beautiful legs."
As if to escape his embarrassed excitement, Austin hurried out of the car. She knew he would hurry around to open her door, so she waited for him. As she swung out, she made a point of showing him a little more of her thighs above the nylons.
Marg was sure she saw him tremble and wondered if he had even seen a bit of her black panties. She hoped so.
After they had carried her parcels into the house, Marg invited him to help himself to a beer or a soft drink out of the fridge. She was pleased when he chose a beer. It meant he wanted to seem manly and that was just right for what she had in mind.
Leaving him with the beer, she hurried to the bedroom. Her first idea was to change into clinging shorts and a halter top, but she changed her mind. As a compromise, she jerked off the shadow-proof half slip' and replaced it with a sheer nylon one. Through the chiffon dress, it would show the outline of her thighs without being too blatant. She noted too, that when she bent, the front of her dress fell away nicely so that he would be able to see her bra and the upper slopes of her breasts as well as a nice amount of cleavage. Convinced that everything was just right, she went back to the boy.
Telling him to relax with his beer, Marg puttered around the room. In doing so, she made sure that much of the time she was between the boy and the window through which the late afternoon sun slanted.
Using the mirror over the mantel, she saw that he was looking intently. She congratulated herself on how easy the seduction was going to be.
In the garage, Austin assured her that the whole job would be just a matter of minutes. He seemed a bit reluctant when she suggested he take his shirt off to protect it from the dust of the lawn furniture and other things to be moved.
"You don't think I'm going to be shocked at the sight of a manly young chest, do you?" she teased.
Marg knew she had used the right approach when he removed not just his shirt and tie, but his T-shirt as well. He had a very good chest indeed and Marg had to restrain herself from rubbing her hands over it. Later, she promised herself. Not just his chest, but everything while he does the same to me.
Austin worked hard as if trying to work off the arousal she knew he felt. Marg picked up a few of the lighter items, but each movement was carefully planned.
She stood facing the sunlight through the open door with her back to him, her feet wide apart. Allowing him time enough for a good look through her dress, she bent slowly to pick up a basket of flower bulbs.
Knowing that the back of her dress had ridden high enough to show him the tops of her nylons and probably a bit more, she pretended to sort through the bulbs for a minute before slowly straightening up again.
All the rest of her moves were carefully calculated to show her thighs or breasts. Austin was sweating now and she knew it wasn't from working.
They finished as quickly as he said they would and she made a point of assuring him that it was the result of his manly ability to organize things. He glowed under the. flattery.
Before they started back to the house, Austin would have put his shirt back on, but she stopped him. "It's much too warm for that, Austin. Just relax and let me admire your chest."
He blushed again but she knew he was delighted. She knew something more than that though. She had noticed the bulge in the front of his trousers and knew what was happening. It was exactly what she wanted. In a little while, she would show him what to do with it and that was going to be great.
She got him another beer after he declined to join her in a scotch and soda and they began to chat again. He was obviously enjoying his discomfort as she sat opposite, crossing and uncrossing her legs much more frequently than necessary. Each time, he was treated to a display of taut nylons and silken skin.
Marg discovered that he had just turned seventeen and was working at the agency for the summer. In the fall, he would go back to high school and hoped someday to get into public relations. She didn't try to discourage him because she knew it would be a waste of time and she didn't really care about his career anyway. What she cared about most was, she knew, standing erect between his strong young thighs. The aim of the game was to have it standing between hers in a little while.
He declined the invitation to dinner, but when she pointed out that her husband wouldn't be home until eleven or so and that she hated eating alone, he had no choice but to accept.
She heard him phoning home to inform his mother that he was eating at Mister Smelton's house. With an excited smile, Marg assured herself that dinner would be served after she'd enjoyed a session with the good looking boy between her thighs.
Amazed at how practical she could be, Marg reasoned that in view of his state of arousal, the first one would be a quickie and probably wouldn't bring her a climax. After dinner, they would do it again and it would take him longer. Then, she would climax, not with a finger inside her, but with the strong, throbbing sex muscle of a male filling her belly and spurting the juice of love into her in a hot stream.
She found herself rubbing her thighs together again and thinking of what a tigress the boy was going to find in his arms.
Five minutes later, unable to wait any longer, Marg made her play in the kitchen. Austin was reaching into the fridge for another beer when she decided she needed another ice cube.
Reaching around him for it, her breasts pressed against his bare back. She knew that the chiffon and nylon did nothing to lessen their effect against his tingling skin.
"Aren't I the naughty girl?" she whispered as she rubbed a little harder.
Austin turned around wondering what to say or do. As he did, she pressed them against his chest and kissed him on the mouth. His arms wrapped around her and she was sure he would crush every rib in her body. She didn't fear the thought at all.
She had kept her kiss fairly light at first for fear of scaring him. Now, she opened her mouth wider and glued her mouth to his. As she did, she reached to drag one of his hands down her back so that it was cupping the fullness of one buttock. She felt him squeeze and responded by rubbing her belly against him. As she did, she felt his arousal hard and urgent against her.
"Oh Austin, darling," she whispered into his ear as one hand rubbed up and down his bare back, "you're so strong and good looking. I knew I wasn't going to be able to resist you. You seem to know just how to handle a woman."
By the way of response, he pressed his mouth to hers and the hand behind her rubbed both firm buttocks.
"Please, Austin, you've got me so excited that I can't wait. Take me to the bedroom and undress me. I have to have you make love to me. Please don't torture me."
The nervous boy was taking big strides toward manhood as they walked toward the guest bedroom. As they reached it, she guided him in removing her dress and slip.
Before he could reach for her bra, she began unfastening his belt. Her hands moved surely, confidently. He was young, but he was male and in a moment, she would see the erect badge of that maleness. She would hold it in her hand and think of how it would feel slipping into her as his strong body lay atop hers.
"I want to see you, Austin. I want to see all of you."
His pants fell to the floor and she saw the bulge in his briefs. She pulled them down quickly and there it was standing stiff and straight in front of her eyes. Her hand wrapped lovingly around it and squeezed.
Austin's hands moved over to her bra and panties as if he had ten of them rather than two. She urged him on with exciting words about what a wonderful lover he was.
When she felt the time was right, she reached behind her and slipped the fastener of the bra. As she pulled the cups away, Austin stared in fascination at the first female breasts he had ever seen.
She sighed as he explored them with his hands, then her hands tangled in his long air as he took one erect nipple into his mouth and sucked. She was amazed and delighted at the instinct which guides young males in the arts of love.
"Would you like to take my panties off or do you want me to do it?"
"Please let me."
"Of course, darling. I love to have a man do it for me. Take your time."
She guided him so that he sat on the edge of the bed with his legs open wide. Standing between them in profile, she indicated with a nod that she was ready. Before beginning to lower them, he rubbed them with both hands again and one hand found its way between her thighs to rub the warm nylon there.
His hands slipped tentatively around her waist as if he was afraid it was all a dream that would be shattered in a moment. As he began to slide the black nylon down, his hands rubbed her hips.
Marg bent a little from the waist as the panties slid down her buttocks. She saw his eyes straining and felt his hands trembling against her. She wanted to scream with passion but knew she had to be careful to avoid scaring him.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw the valley of her buttocks and the plump hills swelling out. It wasn't hard to guess how the sight was affecting the boy who, she was sure, had never seen a woman's body before.
Pushing the panties down her legs so that they fell into a puddle at her feet, his hands went crazy as they fondled her buttocks and reached between her thighs to see what he had never seen.
As he twisted his head to peer up between her thighs, Marg reached and parted the lips with her fingers. Taking one of his hands in hers, she showed him how to rub so that he could get his feel of it and make it feel even better at the same time. He obviously enjoyed his work.
And then she couldn't wait any longer. Her body was screaming for it and refused to be denied.
"Take me to bed and do it to me now, darling. You've got such a big, strong one. Give it to me Austin darling and fill me with it."
The boy looked scared at her intensity, but there was no turning back now. This was the big moment, bigger than he had even dared to dream. The mature, naked woman was falling back onto the bed with her legs wide open. That magic place was there waiting for him. It looked red and wet and warm and he had to get into it before she changed her mind.
Her hands guided him, her body felt hot and sticky and exciting under him. There was a moment of fumbling and then he felt himself slipping into her. He pushed harder and then he was in all the way. It was really great. Now he could understand what the other guys had boasted about.
He saw that the big breasts didn't stand out now the way they had done when she was standing, but they still looked exciting. Her face was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Her mouth was open wide, her eyes shining, she was telling him how good he was and he believed it. Everything about her told him she was telling the truth. She was a grown woman, he was just a boy and yet he was doing all this to her and making her cry out with happiness.
Austin didn't want it to end, but he realized that it was going to and there was nothing he could do about it.
With one last lunge, he pushed all the way into the softness of her belly and just rubbed there as he spurted his energy into the silken furnace between her thighs-He felt her legs wrapping around him and draw-.ing him still closer to her, but he was completely powerless. Only his muscles functioned and they were going to give up the ghost any moment now. They gave up and he collapsed onto her.
The words she whispered into his ear told him that he had been great and that they would do it again in a little while and he would be even greater. He believed her and wanted time to fly so that he could get on with the next one.
When they got up in a little while, womanly instinct told Marg to put her bra and panties back on. Seeing what she was doing, Austin slipped into his shorts. He stayed close to her in the kitchen as she grilled a pair of big steaks.
She explained that a man who had worked so hard needed steaks to revive his energy. He liked the sound of the words and ate the steak with a good appetite.
When the meal was finished, Marg had another drink and Austin assured her he could take another beer without doing any harm.
In a little while, they went back to the bedroom. This time, she let him take off both her bra and her panties. He was ready to function so she opened her thighs and brought him into her.
It took him a lot longer and well before he was finished, she heaved her body from the bed and moaned her way through a delicious climax.
When Austin left, a little after eight, she made him promise that he would come back to see her again.