Kathy looked great in a red flannel shirt. Tucked in at her slender waist, the fabric of the shirt was pushed out in a very pleasing shape as it stretched a bit over the bra that encased a pair of high, firm breasts with prominent nipples.
A leather belt circled the top of her jeans, and her ass curved out from there and filled the tight jeans, as did her slender legs. She wore high heeled but comfortable sandals, and her pretty face and auburn hair added to the effect which usually caught many an eye if she was out shopping or strolling the mall.
She had a vanilla name and grew up in a vanilla suburb and married a vanilla husband and lived a basically vanilla life with a now seven-year-old son who was... yes, basically vanilla.
Inside her head, though, it was a bit of a different story. The story had started to grow with out her even being aware of it; just a vague feeling of dissatisfaction when she should have been comfortable with her situation.
From there it had very gradually grown into an awareness that she was sexually unsatisfied. She'd grown up a "good girl" in a good town with good parents. In High School she dated and enjoyed some intimacy but never went "all the way."
When she met Tom while working in a local shop after graduation, she recognized that he was a "good guy" and ended up in bed with him. She was gradually lulled into the idea of marrying him and did so, with the approval of all and sundry, but sex was never what she imagined it could or should be.
After she had the baby, it grew to be nonexistent. She regained her pleasing shape, but Tom just never seemed to have the time or the desire. The magazines she read told her she should want to be satisfied sexually and that if she wasn't, she should help herself. There was lots of advice on that!
Over time she found that just using her fingers or toys became boring and she found herself drifting into the world of internet porn. If she thought about it too much, she'd have to admit that she was surprised she'd ended up watching porn; a little embarrassed, a little ashamed, but not nearly enough to quash the horniness that seemed to occupy ever more of her days.
There was an awful lot of tripe out there, but if she searched long enough, she eventually was able to discover some tastefully done, sensual, and erotic videos that she could return to and enjoy while she worked her hands or toys between her legs or over her sensitive nipples.
The orgasms she reached quenched her thirst for a while, but she found herself again and again in front of the screen, busy and enraptured, pleasuring herself. The problem she now had was that she thought more and more of the real thing, and how she could get it.
The various ploys she tried with Tom didn't work very often, and when they did what ensued was never what she really wanted. Though she thought about it, she couldn't bring herself to just come out and say, "Tom, I need you to fuck me hard!"
When she tried to approach a communication somewhere close to that, his reaction was often more bewildered and sad than willing. It was frustrating as hell!
Her thoughts turned more and more to experiencing the real things she thought about, but the idea of cheating with another man, of finding one attractive and willing and able, of actually cheating on her husband, held her back, only to build the heat that was slowly rising in her mind and body.
As she gazed out a side window one Saturday morning the idea suddenly came crashing down on her and she felt like slapping herself for not thinking of it sooner. As the thought blossomed in her mind, she felt herself getting hot and wet. It was a glorious feeling because there was promise there, and the illicit flavor of it made her almost breathless.
Tom was out doing something or other and in the back yard of the house next door stood Peter, wiping his brow while doing yard work for his parents.
The young man had babysat for them over the last year or so, and she knew he was 19 years old and in college. What had never struck her before was how good looking he was, especially as he stood there with nothing on but a pair of cutoff jeans and sneakers.
His slender body was firm and lightly muscled with little visible hair, and then jeans stretched over a well formed, masculine ass with a bulge in front that drew Kathy's eyes like a magnet.
The young man was shy but personable and had gained the trust of his neighbors. He didn't seem to have much of a social life as he was almost always available to babysit when they called him.
Without giving herself time for second thoughts she unbuttoned two of the buttons on her trademark red flannel shirt and opened the window, leaning out to call his name and making sure he had a good view when he responded.
Peter had always considered Mrs. Williams very attractive, even sexy, and he'd wondered about her being with the mild, plain husband she had. The man struck Peter as ineffectual and retiring, never talking much or expressing any emotion, and usually having trouble meeting his eyes.
Mrs. Williams, on the other hand, could be described as vivacious. She had a bright smile. She seemed to move with energy and purpose. She was very attractive and seemed to be self-confident and open.
When he heard her voice, Peter looked up to see his neighbor leaning out the window. She probably wasn't conscious of the fact that her cleavage was on display, as well as a bit of white, lacy bra, but the young man didn't mind at all.
"Peter!" she called. "We're going out for dinner and drinks tonight. Can you babysit? Probably not very late. 5:30?"
"Sure, Mrs. Williams. I'll eat early and be there at 5:30," he responded.
"Great! Thank you!" she called back and gave him a big smile, leaning back inside and shutting the window.
Kathy wheeled and grabbed her phone. "Tom," she said when he answered, "you're taking me to dinner tonight at LaScala, and then a drink or two at that place you know I like on Central Ave. I've already asked Peter next door if he can babysit."
"Um, ok, honey," Tom answered.
"Make a reservation for 6:00 now, please, Tom," she told him, and he agreed before she hung up.
"Things are in place just like that," she thought. Now she had to carry through on her desire to seduce the young man and get him to satisfy her needs for real while her husband couldn't or wouldn't. She didn't think she'd have too much difficulty.
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That night Kathy and Tom returned home to find Peter on the couch in the living room, watching the tube. He reported that all was well with their son as she puttered around in the open plan kitchen.
"I feel like making some popcorn and watching a movie," Kathy told both men. "Peter, why don't you stay and join us?"
This was the crucial moment for her. She fixed Peter with a smile and wide eyes and slowly thrust her chest forward, as if unconsciously stretching her back. The poor young man's eyes darted to her well exposed cleavage and then nervously back to her face, and a subtle blush appeared on his face.
"Please, Peter," she said, holding his gaze and making a small pout before quickly returning to a smile. She hoped he wouldn't be able to resist, and she was right.
"Sure, Mrs. Williams," he replied. "Okay."
When she looked at her husband -- what she was now thinking of as her pathetic excuse for a husband -- he seemed to be in his usual mild trance as he went and took up the remote.
"Sure, honey," he said. "What would you like to watch?"
She told him to pick any Disney movie. There were few they hadn't already seen, and she wanted something with an obvious plot that didn't demand too much attention to follow.
She finished up the popcorn and put it in a large bowl, setting it on the coffee table. Tom preformed their usual ritual of grabbing a pillow from the couch and laying out on the floor facing the giant screen in their large living room, a good six feet from the coffee table, with his feet only a short distance from the TV.
He'd kicked off his shoes carelessly as usual, and as usual he brought out two blankets from underneath the couch, covering himself and leaving one on the couch for his wife.
"No popcorn for me," he said as he stretched out on the floor. A bad back was the reason he gave for never sitting with his pretty wife on the couch.
"Sit, Peter," Kathy said as she patted a place on the couch next to her. She picked up the bowl and put it in her lap for the two of them to share as the opening credits ended and the movie began.
It was hard for her to believe that the electric anticipation in her body wasn't radiating across the room and broadcasting itself to the two other men, but her husband was clueless as usual and the young man next to her seemed not to notice.
She cautioned herself to take it slow and play things out patiently, but she already seemed to feel the warmth of the male body sitting next to her even though it was almost a foot away.
After about ten minutes the popcorn was gone, and her husband was sound asleep... as always!
She could tell from experience and the very soft snore coming from him that he was dead to the world and wouldn't wake up without being shoved upright. Sometimes she even gave up and went to bed by herself.
