The Hotwife

Part One CHAPTER ONE. He was going to college in the fall, so he was fair fame. My husband encourages me to cheat on him because he gets off on it. Jerry has only two rules for me. First, I have to tell him about every guy I f**k. Second, it can’t be any of our close friends. He never said anything about the boy down the street who mows our lawn. He didn’t say anything about f*****g an eighteen year old boy. Caleb lived a couple of streets over and has mowed our lawn and done some general yard work for the past four years. Jerry can’t be bothered to obsess over blades of grass, so he’s happy to let someone else do the work for him. The same can be said of f*****g his life. Okay, no. That’s not fair. Jerry loves f*****g me, but we don’t do it every night. We save it for special occasions. I get to have a lot more s*x than Jerry and we’ve grown to love our special relationship. I was a little worried about seducing Caleb, not that he wouldn’t want to f**k me. I wasn’t worried about that. Even in my mid-forties I was confident in my appearance and body. The concern came in with Caleb either blabbing to everyone he f****d the neighbor’s wife, or maybe he had some twisted ideal that s*x was best saved for marriage. I had learned that marriage had little to nothing to do with s*x. Caleb was a smart kid, that I knew. Handsome in a slightly awkward way. He wasn’t an Adonis or a jock, but had the body of a trim young man. I decided to adopt the role of the older woman teaching him the ways of lust. It was a hot day at the start of summer. I was home and Caleb was mowing the lawn. I was banking on teenaged boys always being horny. Once I heard the mower stop, I went on the back deck in a camisole and running shorts. Not slutty seductive, but athletically sexy. I had to keep my body in shape in one way or another and I used every exercise possible to prevent the spread of middle-aged complacency. “Anything else I can do for you, Mrs. Foley?” he asked after he put the mower away. Usually I had some minor gardening or some such for him. Today I wanted to say, Yes, take me to my bedroom and f**k me, but that seemed a little to forward. Instead, I sidled up to the subject. “Would you like something to drink? It’s awfully hot today.” I glanced up at the sky. I had been outside long enough to just start to perspire. I hoped Caleb found that attractive. He was incredibly hot and sweaty, with beads dripping off his forehead and being absorbed into his t-shirt. I wanted to tell him to take his shirt off. His shorts were loose and I wondered what he was hiding inside of them. I decided to play a game and see if I could make him get hard and play spot to boner in his shorts. “Uh…sure.” I was positive his answer came about because I had a pitcher of iced tea sitting on the table next to me along with two glasses. The air was humid and I had used enough ice to make the pitcher’s exterior as sweaty as he was. I had considered dosing both with a shot of alcohol, but rejected that idea. f*****g an eighteen year old was perfectly fine and legal, but giving an eighteen year old alcohol was a crime. Go figure that. I poured for both of us and wished there was bourbon mixed in with the iced tea to calm my nerves. “You know, Caleb, I wouldn’t be offended if you took off your shirt while you worked. It’s awfully hot.” I was repeating myself. I sounded like an i***t. He laughed, but not at me. “Yeah, but I’d get sunburned right away. Northern European genes.” While Caleb wasn’t blond, or really a redhead, he was very fair with auburn hair. And a nice firm jawline that was sprinkled with fine whiskers that I wanted to kiss. I watched as he swallowed almost the entire contents of the glass in one gulp. I watched his prominent Adam’s apple go up and down. It was kind of sexy. “That’s too bad,” I said. “I love sunbathing. All French heritage. I tan up lovely.” I smiled at him. “I’d offer you a swim, but as you know, we don’t have a pool.” With a chuckle, he nodded his head. “That’s okay. I’ll shower at home. It’s only a five-minute walk.” As I ran my hand up and down one of the thin spaghetti straps holding up my camisole, I said, “You could shower here.” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. When I met up with other men to have s*x, I had flirted with them over Tinder or some other meet up app. The seduction with them was over; with this young man, it was just starting. Caleb laughed uncomfortably. “That’s okay, really Mrs. Foley.” I brushed the camisole strap off my shoulder. My top didn’t fall down. I have smallish t**s, but no one has ever complained about them. Caleb was staring at my chest now. I wondered if the outline of my n*****s were visible. I always thought that was sexy. “Don’t call me Mrs. Foley. Call me Denise. And for a smart kid, you are missing something obvious, Caleb.” I flicked my eyes down to his crotch. There was a very obvious sign of hard meat under his shorts. Either he knew I was coming on to him…or he was reacting like any eighteen year old boy in the presence of a reasonably attractive women. Either way worked for me. “Missing something?” he asked. He voice had gone soft. “I’m trying to seduce you. Is it working?” I pointedly looked at his crotch and he tried to shift out of the way. “Uh…yeah. But you’re just kidding around.” I could see he was nervous. I liked that. Slowly, I shook my head. “No. I’m not. I’d love to take you to my bed.” I kept my words subtle. Going to bed wasn’t nearly as threatening as telling him I wanted to f**k him. “You’re married,” he said trying to wiggle out of the conversation. “My husband doesn’t care, so why should you?” I didn’t want to go into my relationship with Jerry at the moment. “I’m hot and sweaty,” he said, clearly looking for a way out of this. “I don’t mind, but that’s why I offered you a shower.” He shook his head. “I probably shouldn’t,” he said. The word probably gave me hope. “You don’t want to go to college a virgin, do you?” I asked him. “Or do you have a girlfriend?” He swallowed again. I knew his mouth was dry. “I don’t have a girlfriend.” I stepped close to him, close enough to feel the heat of his body. “Good. You don’t want to do it the first time with someone you love. You want to do it with someone you lust.” The pupils of his eyes were wide open. Caleb was tall enough that I had to go up on my toes to kiss him. His lips were soft and he kissed back with some uncertainty in what he was doing. I took became aggressive with my lips and tongue. He didn’t mind at all. Our bodies pressed together and I could smell his sweat, his musky scent, and feel the dampness of his body. It was hot and sexy and I knew we were going to have s*x, even if he was reluctant or nervous now. After a minute, our kiss broke. I was grateful for the tall privacy fence around the back of our property; the neighbors couldn’t see anything. I didn’t break out embrace entirely, but I moved my hand between us and cupped his hard c**k through his shorts. “I think you want to f**k me,” I said. “Yeah…” he agreed. I turned around and walked toward the house holding his hand, leading the way. I was certain his eyes were on my ass. My husband always said my ass danced in running shorts. I hoped that Caleb could appreciate the fine art of dance. “Take off your shoes and socks,” I told him as I kicked off my sandals. He did so and I led him through the kitchen, up the stairs, and into my bedroom. Another glance told me his c**k hadn’t gone down at all. Maybe he was an ass man. Alone in the privacy of my bedroom he found some confidence which he used to pull me to him for another kiss. I could feel his c**k pressing into my stomach. I was still inflamed with desire, but in the air conditioning inside the house, hot and sweaty was mess fun. His confidence grew enough that his hands went to my waist and he slipped them under the material in the back. I pulled back. “Okay, a few rules. First, you don’t talk about this with anyone. Anyone.” Caleb nodded. He would agree to anything at this point. “Second, you do what I say.” “Okay.” “Third, this is about s*x, not romance. I’m married. I’m not leaving my husband. This is just to f**k. Got it?” “Yes.” He nodded eagerly. Caleb’s eyes had brightened; he knew I’d be punching his V-card shortly. “Last, I like clean things. Get in the shower and wash up. I’ll be waiting for you.” I pointed at the bathroom door. He was uncertain and nervous. “Take off your clothes and go take a shower,” I told him firmly. He started walking to the bathroom, but I stopped him. “Take off your clothes here. I want to watch you strip.” I’m sure I was the first person who had ever said those words to him. Caleb was ready, however. He pulled off his t-shirt. There were freckles all over his rounded, muscular shoulders. His chest was hairless in the manner of young men. He didn’t shave his chest; that was obvious. Pausing for just a moment with his hands at his waistband, he looked at me and I nodded. He had to pull them out far enough to get around his hard c**k. I was delighted with what was revealed. He wasn’t huge, but Caleb’s c**k would certainly please any woman he slept with…including me. Light brown, almost reddish hair, trailed down from his belly button to the thin nest around his c**k. It was beautiful seeing his manhood stand up. I wanted to run my fingers over it, but not yet; I didn’t want him to c*m too soon. I wanted to linger over every moment. “Shower,” I said, pointing to the bathroom door. He obediently walked away, his c**k bouncing ever so slightly. I watched his taut, smooth buttocks as he went into the bathroom. We had a modern shower. No door or curtain, just a glass block wall three-quarters up the wall dividing the room. It descended in a stairway pattern. I stood in the doorway and watched while Caleb showered away his sweat, rubbing his body with soap. He knew I was watching and grinned at me as he stroked his c**k a few times making sure it was clean. I was glad he was comfortable with me watching. It set up our relationship the way I wanted it to be. His erection never went down. My husband couldn’t keep it up that long, even with chemical or mechanical help. The shower took two minutes and Caleb emerged dripping wet, his shaggy hair hanging around his face. I went up to him and kissed him again, holding his c**k with one hand and the other behind his neck, pressing up against him. “I’m getting you all wet,” he pointed out. “You already got me wet.” “Your clothes…” “I’m not talking about my clothes, but if they bother you…” I stepped back and pulled my camisole over my head, showing off my t**s to him. They were still firm and high on my chest because being small has its advantages. “Come to my bed,” I told him, turning on my toes and sauntering out. He eagerly followed behind. I’m sure his eyes didn’t stray from my ass in my tight shorts. Right before I got to the bed, I hooked my thumbs into my shorts, bent over, and pulled them down my legs. There have been times when I’ve wished for long legs, but life is easier when they’re shorter. I know I gave Caleb more than an eyeful of my ass and everything else as he followed me to the bed. There was no pause as I climbed naked except for my jewelry onto the bed and swept aside the covers to sprawl on the crisp sheets. “Ready?” I asked him. The pose I adopted hid more than it revealed; one leg bent at the knee and angled so my p***y didn’t show. My breasts might have been visible, but they were obscured by my upraised leg and the way I propped my hands on my knee. This was the sort of position I would take with new lovers who were over the age of thirty. I didn’t need to play such games with an eighteen year old boy. There was no need to get him revved up; he was a teenager and full of hormones. All he needed to get going was a stiff breeze and the idea of a woman.