A neglected wifee 18+

This morning, when I arrived home from the 10:00am church service, it was just me and the empty house again, as my husband, Jeff, had gone to his usual Sunday golf game. One of the reasons we usually go to the mid-morning service is that it allows us to sleep in a little longer on a Sunday, but also so Jeff can go straight to golf with some of the other men from church.

I often seem to have the house to myself these days as Jeff is frequently away on business or playing golf. Even when he is home, we seem to be spending more time in different rooms.

We met through church and got married when I was 19 and he was thirty. There was a bit of an age difference, but I did not think much of it, as I was happy to get married. We tried to have children for a while. The doctors found nothing wrong with my system. Jeff never went to the doctors to check his system as he said that he knew that he was fine.

Eventually we gave up trying. Now we seem to do 'it' less and less. With me in my mid-forties and Jeff nearing sixty we hardly ever seem to do it. It must have been months since we last did it.

Jeff is the only man I have ever done it with. Prior to this morning, I was not sure why people are so into it. So not doing it has not been a great loss, but it would bring us together, and, now that we don't do it so often, it feels like we are drifting apart. I have tried discussing it with him but he does not want to talk about it.

Coming into the house, I realised that I did not have it quite to myself as Ricky was cleaning the pool. Ricky has just left school and is earning some money before heading off to college. Jeff was happy to employ him as he is cheaper than the pool cleaning companies and always does a thorough job. The pool cleaning supplies are in a hut on the deck by the pool and so Ricky can come and clean the pool even when we are out.

Today was a warm summer's day and so I thought I might go for a dip to cool off after church. The master bedroom has a glass sliding door out onto the deck and so I could see Ricky cleaning the pool from our room.

I took off my church clothes before changing into my bikini. As I stood in my bra and panties, I caught my reflection in the mirror on the wardrobe door. When I was in my teens and twenties people often commented that I was stunning. Though I am now in my mid-forties, I think that I still look good, but I sometimes can't help but wonder if the reason that Jeff is no longer so interested in me is that I have lost some of my youthful attractiveness.

My face has a couple of lines but nothing that could be considered to be wrinkles. My skin is still firm. I have the same long, brown hair that I have always had.

I took off my bra and studied my breasts. They are full as they have always been and have not begun sagging. I think they sit well on my 5-foot 7-inch frame. I ran my hand over my stomach. It is not as flat as when I was in my twenties but has no middle-age spread.

I slid my panties down and inspected my 'girl'. It seemed to be ok to me, though I had nothing to compare it with. In my house growing up, we never saw each other naked and then I went straight from home to being married to Jeff, so I have never seen another woman's 'girl' before.

The pubic hair above it is full, though I do my bikini line. I have heard that other women shave 'down there', but I have never thought of doing that.

My hips are round, as they have been since my teens. I twisted around to try to view my butt in the mirror. It was still quite firm and round I thought.

Given all of this, I think I still look ok so I don't know how this can be why Jeff is not so interested in me anymore. However, I cannot be sure as I have no independent opinion to compare myself with other women.

I selected a blue and white string bikini, slipped my feet into my wedges and went out to the pool. I took a towel out of the hamper in the pool hut, put it down on one of the pool lounges and slid into the water for swim. The cool water felt nice against the midday heat. Ricky and I had some brief chit-chat, mainly about his feelings about soon moving away to college, before I went over to my towel and lay down to catch some sun.

The sun dried me quickly and I rolled over to get some sun on my back.

After a while, Ricky came over to tell me that he had finished up around the pool and asked if there was anything else I needed doing.

I hesitated for a moment. "No. That should be fine. Enjoy the rest of your day"

"The sun is quite hot, Mrs Williams. Do you want me to put sunscreen on your back for you?"

Such a thoughtful boy!

"Yes. Thank you. That would be very nice.

He knelt down next to the lounge "It would be easier to put this on if you undid your bikini strings."

I reached back and undid my bikini strings from my back and behind my neck and moved my hair to the side. The feeling of him rubbing the sunscreen on my back felt strangely good: both relaxing and pleasurable. The warmth of the sun and the feeling of him massaging the cream into my skin put me in a dream-like state. As he rubbed it into my lower back, I felt his fingers slide lightly under the top of my bikini bottoms.

"Did you need any on your front too?"

In my half-aware state, I rolled over. It took me a moment to realise that I was now lying on my back topless with this eighteen-year-old boy next to me.

I quickly covered my boobs with my hands.

"Ricky! I am sorry I should not have done that"

"Uhh-umm...that's ok, Mrs Williams." He stuttered. "I...I wasn't thinking"

We looked at each other nervously for a moment.

"By the way, Mrs Williams. Your boobs look great"

"You think so, Ricky?"

"Well, I only saw them for a moment...but yes."

A thought came unbidden to me that maybe Ricky could tell me whether it might be my looks that caused Jeff to not be so interested in me anymore. With one hand still covering my boobs, I lifted the backrest of the lounge so I could sit up.

"Now, Ricky."

"Yes, Mrs Williams?"

"I want your opinion on something. But I think we should keep this between ourselves"

"Ok"

"Do you think I am good looking?"

"Oh yes, very!"

"Even though I am so much older than you?"

"Yes, you look so fine!"

"Have you been with any girls your age?"

"Some. Yes"

"And do I compare with them? Looks-wise?"

"You are an amazingly good-looking woman, Mrs Williams!"

"My boobs are not sagging compared with them?"

"Well, I only saw your boobs briefly, but they seemed perfect"

"Now Ricky if I show you my boobs again, will you give me your honest opinion about them?"

"Yes, Mrs Williams"

"And you cannot tell anyone that you have seen them"

"I won't tell anyone"

"Ok"

With that, I lowered my arms so that Ricky could see my boobs fully. My stomach tingled to have a boy half my age stare at my titties so intently from such a close range. I could feel my nipples harden.

Ricky looked at me and said "your boobs are amazing. The best I have ever seen"

My heart was racing, my body was buzzing all over, in ways that it had not in years. My head was all over the place but I did not want to lose that feeling. I managed to say "Ricky, I am going to ask your honest opinion on something else, but you cannot tell a soul that I have."

Ricky nodded his head very seriously "I won't tell anyone"

"Ok, if I show you my...my...pussy, will you tell me if it is as nice as the girls your age?"

"yes"

I undid the strings of my bikini bottoms and removed them, exposing myself completely to Ricky.

"It looks very nice too"

"It is not a problem that it has hair on it? I know some girls shave...'down there'"

"That is not a problem for me. I like it"

I don't know what possessed me to then say "Would you take a closer look?"

Ricky looked me in the eyes, possibly wanting confirmation that I had said that. He then moved around and put his head between my legs, only inches from my 'girl'.

My body was pounding with electricity, to be so on display; completely naked in front of this boy who was studying me so intently. He was so close to 'it' I could feel his breath on it.

Ricky looked up from between my legs "your pussy is amazing. As good as any of the girls my age that I have seen."

"There is nothing wrong with it? It doesn't...smell or anything?" I bit my lip.

Ricky leant a little closer and inhaled deeply.

"It smells great" he paused then said, "Would you like me to taste it for you...to see if that is normal?"

My heart was racing. I barely whispered, "Would you?"

"Yes"

"Please do"

When his tongue touched my pussy, it was as though a bolt of electricity had gone through me. Jeff had never much liked to lick me 'down there' and now Ricky was licking it with such enthusiasm. I thought he was licking it far more than he needed to just to get a taste of it. I felt that I should tell him to stop but it felt so good that I did not say anything.

His tongue was all over it; licking and sucking my lips, probing deeply inside, flicking my clitty. I never knew that any man would do this so eagerly. Nor did I know the pleasure that I would get out of it. It felt so wet and good I never wanted him to stop.

He slid a finger inside me and I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. As he continued, I felt some wetness shoot out in Ricky's face and I thought that I might have peed myself, but he did not say anything or appear disgusted at all.

After that, I felt something change in me. I was sitting there naked with a boy half my age, but instead of feeling embarrassed I just wanted more.

Ricky stood up next to me again. I felt a boldness come over me.

"Ricky, you have seen me naked. I think it is only fair that I see you naked."

Ricky did not waste any time taking his tee-shirt and shorts off. He obviously spent a good deal of time in the gym. Without thinking, I reached out and ran a hand down his muscular chest, and over his flat stomach.

Before I knew it, I had his penis in my hand. It was only the second penis that I had ever seen in my life; certainly, only the second that I had ever held. It was significantly bigger than Jeff's and a lot harder than I had felt his in many years. I felt compelled to have this penis.

"Ricky. Some women will suck on a man's penis to give him pleasure"

"Yes"

"Have some girls your age done that for you?"

"Yes. Mrs Williams."

"If I did that for you, would you tell if I was as good as them?"

"Yes. Mrs Williams."

I leant forward and took him into my mouth. It had been a while since I had done this for Jeff, but I tried to do the things that Jeff seemed to enjoy.

I swirled my tongue around the head before sliding my lips down over the shaft. I tried to get as much of it in my mouth as possible. I couldn't quite get it all in and so instead got into a rhythm of sucking up and down his shaft before concentrating on the head.

I paused, holding it next to my mouth, to ask "Is this what the girls your age do?"

"Yes"

"Please let me know if I am doing it well."

I went back to sucking his penis. Feeling it against the walls of my mouth. Tasting the slight saltiness at its end.

"Oh, that feels so good! You are doing so well!! The girls my age are not as good as this!"

That was the encouragement I needed. I so wanted to please Ricky. It was almost like a need for him to think I was good at this. I swirled it around in my mouth and used my saliva to rub his shaft. He put his hand behind my head and gently guided me with it as he moaned in pleasure. I loved the feeling of pleasing a man.

It was not long before he said that he was about to cum. I continued to work his penis until he started to shoot loads into my mouth. With Jeff, I was never sure whether I should swallow his seed or not, as he seemed to be embarrassed either way. Now, I wanted to swallow all that Ricky could give me. I loved the salty taste as I swallowed it down.

After he finished, I licked the last remnants off the end of his penis.

Part of my brain knew that I was doing something very wrong, but that part was drowned out by the part of my brain and my body that did not want this to end. I realised that everything I had just done made me a whore but, if I had come this far, I was going to be a whore.

I got up from the lounge and slipped on my wedges. As I walked past Ricky, I looked meaningfully into his eyes and slid my hand over his, gently squeezing it. I then walked to the sliding glass door into my bedroom, naked in just my wedges, while Ricky followed behind.

As I walked into my bedroom, I turned around to face Ricky.

"Now Ricky. After what we have done you must think that I am a terrible slut"

"No, Mrs Williams. I don't think that at all"

"That is nice of you to say, but I can't believe that at all. Would a good woman, who is not a slut, do this?"

With that, I turned and got on my bed on my hands and knees facing away from Ricky. I lowered my head to the mattress and looked back at Ricky while sliding my hands between my legs to massage my pussy. I noticed that he was hard again. I did not know that men could recover so quickly.

"Do I not look like a slut now?"

"ummm"

"it's ok. You can say it. Call me a slut"

"Oh, Mrs Williams! You are such a slut!"

"That's right, Ricky. Now come here and fuck me like the slut that I am"

There is no way that I normally would use such language, but I felt I wanted to, now. Needed to, now.

Ricky got onto the bed and thrust his penis into my wet vagina without any ceremony.

"Ugghhh!" I moaned as felt more full than I had in years. Ricky grabbed my hips as he thrust deeply inside me. I wanted him so much that I was pushing back hard against him.

"Ohh God that feels so good! Call me a slut while you fuck me!"

"Mrs Williams, does it feel good to be a slut? To be fucked like a slut?"

"It feels so good! Soo Goood!!" I moaned as my need for his young, hard penis increased.

I abandoned myself to the pleasure he was giving me, as waves and waves rushed over me, from deep in my vagina to the top of my head. He maintained his pace through all of it.

Eventually, Ricky announced "I am going to cum, Mrs Williams!"

"Keep going, Ricky. I want you to cum inside me"

He pumped several more thrusts before he shot his second load deep inside me. I collapsed on the bed as Ricky withdrew his penis.

I stayed in that position with my eyes closed "Thank you for that, Ricky. As we said, we cannot tell anyone about this."

"No, Mrs Williams."

"Thank you. You have done plenty for today. I will see you next week"

I heard the sliding door close as Ricky left.

I knew I would feel guilty when I got up, but I wanted to remain inside the pleasure of what we had done. So, I stayed there. Lying on the bed with my ass in the air, as I felt Ricky's cum dripping out of my vagina and running down my leg.