There beside the broken television, they thrilled to the mutual joy of a simultaneous orgasm.
Afterward, he replaced the faulty wire.
At the door, Marion, averting her gaze, said: "I hope you don't think I do that sort of thing with everyone."
But he only grinned.
That, in fact, was exactly what he thought.
When she thought about it afterward. Marion was surprised to find that she did not feel ashamed of herself. The guilt that she had feared and expected did not come. She felt a little naughty, that was all. And she reasoned that, after all, no harm had been done. Jim would never find out she had gotten her rocks off and the repairman, whose name she did not know, had obviously enjoyed his part in it.
However, although she was pleased by her attitude toward cheating, Marion did not become promiscuous.
It was over a year before she slipped up again.
And it happened more or less by accident, and with a horny young man who had admired her and, with his admiration, turned her on.
Marion had spent the day at the beach. She had gone into the water once, but she had mainly sunbathed, wearing a tiny black bikini and stretching out on a large beach towel. It was a fairly secluded beach, not empty, but not at all crowded. A group of young men were drinking beer out of cans and sitting on a blanket not far from Marion. No one else was nearby. After awhile, Marion became aware that the conversation among the young men had hushed. She realized that they were admiring her and that their comments were whispered.
Basking in that youthful admiration, feigning innocence, she shifted her body on the towel, letting them get a look at her from different angles as she assumed, as if by accident, several sexy poses. With her eyes narrowed and shielded by her sunglasses, she gazed back and was thrilled to see that every one of the young men had a big bulge in the front of his swimming trunks.
At that point, Marion was not thinking of doing anything. She was just enjoying their attention and felt pleased that she had aroused them all so much.
After awhile, all of the young men left… but one.
He lingered on, staring at her with a gaze so lustful that he looked hungry and haunted.
He also looked horny and potent, and the bulge in his swimming trunks was enticingly massive.
That was when Marion decided to fuck him.
With the experience of her first adultery behind her, Marion was not as inhibited, hesitant or shy.
The situation was ideal.
The youth was a total stranger whom she would never encounter again, and there was no way that her adultery could become known. Her pussy began to flood with the juices of her passion. But she was in no hurry. She teased the youth, rubbing suntan option into her body, caressing up the insides of her parted thighs with the creamy oil, working it into the thrusting globes of her tits.
Then she sat up, removed her sunglasses and looked directly at the young man.
He looked away nervously.
"Excuse me," she called, softly.
"Errr… me, Ma'am?" he croaked.
"Yes do me a favor?"
He looked embarrassed, obviously aware of how evident his erection was being displayed.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Do my back, will you? I can't quite reach."
He hesitated. Blushing, Marion realized he might not dare to approach with that big hard-on, so she turned over onto her belly and faced the other way.
The boy came to her across the sand.
He knelt on the towel beside her, then took the tube of lotion and began to work it into her slender back. She purred under his strong, young hands. He oiled down as far as the elastic of her tiny bikini. She knew that the crack of her ass showed, and she squirmed around, her hips shifting and her legs parting.
He oiled up the insides of her legs.
She rolled onto her back, smiling up at him as he knelt there, sweating far more than the sun was causing.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Sure," he rasped.
He looked wildly about, as if seeking a means of escape, terrified by his own desires.
"Shall I do you, now?" she asked.
He croaked wordlessly.
Marion took the suntan lotion from him. She gently drew him down onto the towel, on his back. The front of his swimming trunks stood up like a tent, the elastic pulled tight by his rigid prick. Marion began to oil his smooth, hard chest. Glancing down, she could see right into the shadowy tent of his swimming trunks, she could see his prick standing like a tentacle in the darkness. She curled onto her flank and her hands massaged down over his lean belly.
She slid one hand inside his swimming trunks.
The boy gasped.
It wasn't until then that he realized that this was a seduction, that she had summoned him for purposes other than the prevention of a sunburn. He was innocent, obviously, and probably a virgin. Marion hoped so. She was thrilled by the thought of taking a boy's virginity, of having cherry jism spurt into her body.
Her hand was slippery with the lotion.
She folded it around his stiff prick, squeezing gently, then stroking up and down inside his swimming trunks, her oiled hand skimming lightly over his hot prickmeat.
She didn't stroke all the way to his cockhead.
She was oiling his fuckshaft with the suntan lotion but she didn't want to get any of it on his knob.
It wouldn't, she knew, taste good.
She cupped his balls and sighed when she felt how full of cum they were… virgin cum!
Drawing the elastic out wide, she pulled the band down and tucked his trunks under his balls, so that his sex tackle was fully exposed.
"Ummm you have a sweet prick," she whispered.
"Oh… gee… oh!" he stammered.
"Has anyone ever sucked it?"
He shook his head, wild-eyed, panting.
"Would you like me to?"
He nodded, looking desperate with need.
Marion licked her lips. She went down slowly, mouth open, her head tilted so that the boy could watch his cock slide between her lips. She tongued his knob, then sucked it into her mouth. Her hand frigged up and down on his oiled fuckshaft and her lips pulled on his sweet prickmeat. Her tongue buttered against the underside of the tasty mouthful. The youth began to flop around like a landed fish, gaffed and hooked on his own prick. Then he cried out with joy and his virgin jism whitewashed her tonsils and hosed her throat.
Marion drank his cum eagerly.
She had learned about the potency of youth. When she drew her creamy lips away, she was not surprised to find that his prick was still standing so hard and huge.
She squirmed out of her bikini bottoms.
He watched her with big eyes. His awe and amazement so evident that Marion would have been amused had she not been so horny that she could feel no other emotion.
She threw one knee across his hips, straddling him.
"Do you want my pussy now?" she asked.
The boy groaned.
"Tell me… have you ever fucked a cunt?" she asked.
He shook his head, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his chest heaving as he panted like a locomotive.
Marion began to rub his cockhead around in her juicy pussy. Her cuntjuice poured down his stiff prick. Then she slipped his knob into her pussy, and her fuckhole began to suck and pull on it. She went down inch by inch, until his cock was buried balls-deep up her cunt.
She held the full penetration for a moment, savoring the thrills of having a pussy full of virgin cock, and letting the boy know the joy of having every inch of his hard prickmeat buried in hot cunt.
Then she began to fuck him.
Her sleek thighs tensed as she rose up, then relaxed as she slid back down, fucking her cunt on his rigid prick with long, slow, rippling strokes. Reaching down behind her ass, she cupped his balls in one hand, squeezing gently, as if to pump the cum out of them with the soft pressure. The youth seemed stricken by his lust. He wasn't moving at all, simply lying back, spread-eagled, a passive toy on which she was playing. His eyes rolled as if he were having a fit. He gnashed his teeth and clenched his jaw. His back was arched, pushing his prick up as far as he could into her.