Tamara had me so horny. And she knew it. She took every opportunity to tease me, all the way through the rest of that night and the following way. Even worse, over dinner, her husband announced that they would be leaving first thing in the morning. I was devastated. My wet dream was leaving and with everyone staying at home for the rest of that evening, there would be no further chances for us to be alone.
When my parents went to bed each night, that was usually a sign for Tamara and her husband to retire, as well. Me, too, for that matter. But on this occasion, Tamara told them she wanted to watch the end of a film. They wished her goodnight and she snuggled back down on the couch with her husband.
But as I stood up and walked to the kitchen for my usual glass of water, I found she had followed me there.
'Going to bed now, Thomas?' she asked. Her voice was sultry and as usual, my cock began to respond.
I nodded, as usual, a rabbit caught in her headlights. She held up her finger, displaying her wedding ring. 'I'm married,' she purred.
Hmm... more teasing, I wondered?
'Otherwise, I'd fuck you in a second. You are such a sweetie.'
I simply nodded. I'd stopped listening when she said 'Otherwise...'.
'But tell you what, baby,' she continued. 'When your parents bedroom light goes off,' she whispered. 'Come to the top of the stairs. Okay?'
With that, she leant in close, stroked my cock just enough to get my full attention. With a soft laugh, she turned around and returned to the couch.
*
It didn't take too long before I saw the light extinguish above the clear pane of glass above my bedroom door. My heart was beating fast at what Tamara might have in store.
Slowly, I edged my bedroom door gently open. My shadow preceded me as I crept, inch by inch, to the top of the stairs. That position gave me a superb view of the couch in the living room. And fuck, Tamara was already in action!
She sat on her knees, next to her husband, one arm resting on the back of the couch, the other stroking his cock. His jeans were around his knees and he was groaning loudly, too loudly. Tamara seemed amused at his state of excitement and slowed down before quickening her pace again. Each time, he moaned louder, and eventually she had to tell him to quieten down or they'd be discovered.
I was transfixed, but when my eyes found her face, I realised she was glancing up at me. I could see them clearly in the soft light below me. What I hadn't appreciated was that, even in the pale grey of the dark at the top of the stairs, she knew I was there. Could see my shadow. Eventually her eyes adjusted so that her view was clearer. She found and held my gaze.
Then she smiled. A slow, calculating smile. I heard her ask. "Mmm, do you like this?"
Fuck, was she asking me? My heart leapt in my throat, but it was her husband who answered. "Uh- yeah babe."
