When I first got married to my husband Mark, he urged me to stay at home. He told me his job would support us just fine. Unfortunately, I listened to him. At first everything was alright. After about a year, Mark told me he was needing to work longer hours. Like a fool I believed him and I became isolated at the house.
I began to get suspicious. I could swear I smelled a perfume that I didn't wear. I wanted to confront my husband but I needed real proof. I was also getting damn horny. If my husband had another woman on the side, he wasn't given me any sex. I had an itch that I couldn't scratch with my fingers or a vibrator.
I had my eye on a neighbor up the street. He was actually much younger than me. His name was Jake and he was college age. I think he was going to one of the community colleges in the area. Jake got my juices flowing. He was just the kind of man I wanted. He was tall and thin and I was betting he had a big cock. I just had to get his attention.
One day I saw Jake out in front of his house. I ran out the door and I flagged him down. I said I needed some help inside the house. I didn't let him ask too many questions. I just waved my hand in order for him to come to me. I only had a tight shirt and shorts on that day. I hoped that would help my cause. Jake came inside and he looked around. He looked confused.
"What the problem?" He asked me.
"The problem is Jake, I need a man right now."
He gave me this quizzical look. There was no use wasting time explaining. I pulled my shirt up and I gave Jake his first look at my boobs. Jake's eyes went wide. I had him right where I wanted him. I reached down and pushed my shorts down over my hips. Jake got to see my shaved pussy.
"I need fucked Jake, are you man enough for the job," I told him.