Here I was a stay at home wife. When I married my husband he said I didn't need to work. He was making enough money for the both of us. It sounded like a dream come true. A few years passed and the dream wasn't so good. My husband Jeff lost the urge to make love to me. It was gradual at first. Then came the excuses. He was tired from all the hours spent at work. He wouldn't come home until late. I soon suspected there was another woman.
I was so fucking horny that I started to look around. I soon saw someone that got me excited. It was the neighbor boy Tommy. I guess you could say he wasn't a boy. I knew he was in college and had to be at least twenty. I would see him out jogging and I would get myself worked up. I would have to get naked and get on the bed. I would use my fingers to rub my slit and think of Tommy.
One day I saw Tommy out in his yard. I knew I had to act. I walked over and asked him if he could come over to the house and help me out. I had a few things that needed to be moved around. Tommy said he could come over right then. I didn't have a thing that needed to be moved. I just needed a way to get him over into the house. Tommy followed me in through the door. He asked what needed to be done.
I guess I should describe Tommy. He was tall with sandy hair. He was thin with a runners body. I could see a bulge in the shorts he was wearing. I had to do something to get him naked. I said there was nothing that needed to be moved. Tommy gave me this perplexed look. I walked over to Tommy and I acted. I placed my hand on his crotch. That got Tommy's attention. I didn't wait for a reply. I knelt down and I pulled down on the elastic of Tommy's shorts.
Out came a long, thin cock. Tommy had to be seven inches in length or so.
"I need your cock," I told him.