Boys Will be boys pt 2
DChatterly@hotmail.com 1997
Mark adapted very well to our fast evolving relationship. I also surprised myself, the way in which confidence began oozing from me - the likes of I'd never witnessed in all my 31 years. I was soon making up for the 12 years of inadequate sex that I'd been dealt during my married life. I'd been denied the good fortune of a decent sized cock and was determined to get the most of the one I'd recently discovered, and whoever else's I could conjure up.
The night I'd spent with Andy had been the starting block. The night I'd received my fill and the woman in me had been unleashed, was the night I found total control. Yet for the sake of my child, I was not about to jeopardise my marriage to Mark. I intended to stay with him, just as he wished, but by my rules, where he would be treated exactly the way he deserved - what with that undeveloped member hanging between his legs. He merited protection and mothering until he became a real man, that was the least I could do for him. He took to his new role very well, and me to mine even better.
During my very filling and delightful sexual encounters with Andy, he began asking of Mark, believing him to be staying with Sam - our son - at his grandmothers. I explained that we were having a few marital problems - nothing major - but that they were mainly to do with our sexual relations. Eventually I told him that Mark couldn't satisfy me, but I still loved him and did not intend to leave him. Andy confessed that he had noticed Mark's lack of size whilst showering after the gym. He couldn't stop himself from laughing, to which I told him he was being cruel. Mind you, I found myself joining in with his sniggering as I began to stroke his length into rigidity. I quickly ended up on top of him, impaling myself uncontrollably. It was wild, wet and wonderful.
"When is he due back?" Andy asked me as I lay panting on top of him.
"Today," I responded calmly. He almost threw me off onto the floor as he pounced up searching for his underwear. "No, calm down," I told him, trying to pull him back down to the bed.
"But he's my friend," he stammered. "I don't want him to find me here."
"What would you say if I said that he knows you're here." He stopped in his tracks and stared me down waiting for me to continue. "I think he maybe sees this as some kind of therapy," I told him, reaching for his hands and beckoning him towards me. He frowned quizzically.
"What do you mean?"
I decided not to tell him that Mark was actually through in Sam's bedroom. That would have freaked him out. I told him instead that he had given me permission to experiment and decide whether the problem in our love life was his or my own. It was most definitely his. Mark went home saying that he would have to think it all out. I kissed him deeply, just to remind him of the hot tart who required his special attention, should he decide to return.
Moments later, Mark shuffled through to the bedroom and jumped up beside me. "Come and get a cuddle sweetie," I told him as he me a playful fumble for my breasts. He knelt next to me and beheld my naked body. I sensed his lust.
"Is your man away?" he asked. I nodded, spreading my legs for him to take in the view of my swollen labia. "Can I?" he whispered.
"No you can not!" I asserted. "You are just not ready for that type of thing." He looked disappointed and reached out a hand towards me in defiance. I slapped it away and ordered him to get dressed.
As we sat at the kitchen table sipping cups of coffee, I related the events of the previous evening. He seemed reasonably pleased that it had been Andy who had spent the night in our marital bed. Naturally he was inquisitive as to what it was like for me, and I told him as much as I thought he could handle at this stage. "Am I due an early night tonight?" he asked me. "I'm supposed to be going to the gym later."
"No your not," I said to him. "You will not be going back there with all those big boys around." He nodded his head slowly.
"I suppose so," he responded. "What arrangements have you made?"
I hadn't actually made any, but decided I wanted to visit Andy.
"I will be going out for a while," I told him, "and I expect you to be in bed when I return." He smiled affably and slurped at his coffee cup.
Andy couldn't hide his pleasure at seeing me. As he opened the door, I pushed through and grabbed him round the shoulders. My tongue entered his mouth, and his response was more than inviting. When I drew back for breath his eyes fell upon the swell of my breasts and blatant form of my nipples through the thin blouse I wore. The cold had made them obtrude, but his touch created the finishing spectacle. I began to ache for his caress, and he obliged by softly running his hands down my sides, forcing me to display an uncontrollable shiver.
"Is Mark back?" he asked, still brushing the sides of my chest. I nodded and kicked the front door closed behind me. His hands fidgeted for the clasp of the tight skirt I wore. It fell to the floor, revealing the sheer white stockings underneath. I was raised gently from the ground and carried, effortlessly, upstairs to his bed. I hadn't put on any knickers, so without further delay we were joined; I was filled, and thus started a repeat performance of the previous night. It is quite a blur now, looking back, time passed and I lost count of the number of times I yelled and came and screamed out for more.
Andy held my hand walking me home, and did not need asking twice to come in and spend more time together. He was quite untroubled by the fact Mark was upstairs in bed. He spoke in a normal tone; we fucked on the couch, not containing our noisy efforts; he used the bathroom, upstairs, right next to the room where Mark lay. He even wore one of Mark's robes as we lounged - entwined and drenched in each others' sweat.
A voice from the top of the stairs: "Hello!"
"What are you doing up?" I shouted, not missing a beat.
"Can I come down?" was the response.
"Okay." I smiled at Andy. "But only for a minute." We counted the footsteps on the stairs, but never even glanced up to greet Marks arrival.
"Hiya Andy," a voice behind us called. Andy twisted to acknowledge the greeting.
"Hello there mate," he said, and smiled at Mark.
"What are you two up to?" Mark asked us as he continued over. He sat opposite us, and I could see he was wearing a pair of pyjamas - something he never normally bothered with. He looked flushed, and on a second inspection, a slight bulge was evident under the crotch of the pyjama bottoms.
Andy's cock, although now soft, was resting uncovered on his thigh where the robe split. Mark's eyes drifted down and he blatantly gawked at the sight. I was surprised at how unmoved Andy was by the whole event. He made no attempt to cover up, and displayed no sign of embarrassment. I was wearing a white lacy top along with the stockings, an outfit that Mark had bought for our last wedding anniversary. It had been the first time I had worn it, and here it was with some of the soft material covered buttons unfastened revealing my glowing flesh.
"Can I stay up for a while?" Mark asked, as his eyes roamed across his wife lying in the arms of another man. I looked to Andy, who nodded and shrugged his shoulders.
"Okay sweetie," I responded brightly.
"Sorry man, were you looking to fuck you lovely wife tonight?" Andy spoke to Mark. Removing his arm from my shoulder.
"He's not a man Andy," I said quickly, "Are you Mark? Come on show him your thing." Mark looked down at the small bulge displayed on his lap. "Come on!" He stood before us and drew down the pyjama bottoms to his ankles. "See! He's just a boy. Aren't you?" Mark nodded as his short erection pointed upwards. Andy let out a brief laugh and placed his arm back around me. He was joining in with the game that obviously Mark was enjoying. I felt a definite twinge stir from deep within my naked hole, a throbbing that I knew would soon require some attention. I looked at my lovers cock, thankful for the discovery of wicked pleasure at last. I beckoned Mark over, wondering just how far I could take the situation.
"Can I please?" Mark's voice begged me. He stood with his penis inches away from my mouth. I licked my lips and parted them enticingly - motioning it towards me. He swayed forwards, the inches becoming dangerously shorter. Just as he almost made contact with my pouting lips, I gestured back, not allowing him to touch. He came, but the dribble of come that emerged hardly left the slit of his cock; it merely whitened the tip and trickled slowly down the short journey to the base. His usual coming ritual played itself out as Andy and I looked on.
"Oh, look what's happened," I said, tutting and overplaying a sigh. "Better get a tissue and clean yourself up," I told him. "And then get yourself off to bed." He pulled up his pyjamas and did as he was told.
I required immediate attention, and gave myself a helping hand practically losing 2 fingers within the deep crevice that was ready to receive it's fill. Andy assisted, gently grasping my wrist and lending his strength in the rhythmic movement. The only sounds were that of a constant squelching, interspersed gasps and grunted approvals. I had never masturbated like this before and enjoyed a different orgasm contained around the area receiving the rubbing. My clitoris was appealingly augmented, and the throbbing that emanated from, and around it, almost unbearable. I shivered and forced Andy's hand deep inside my cunt. Suddenly my intentions focused on securing a fuck. I separated the robe at his waist, observed his erection and sprung upon it. It eased in gracefully as I lowered my hips onto his lap. He directed me with his hands squeezed into my sides - building the momentum at his own pace. It soon developed into a frantic fuck. I ripped off the lacy top that hung loosely across my c hest and his face burrowed into the cleavage he created by forcing my tits together.
As an orgasm washed over me; I took his long cock into my mouth and drank all the fluid that he finally allowed to flow.
We slept, again in my marital bed, just inches away from Mark in the other room. It was a heavenly sleep.
I awoke late, Andy was up and I became aware of male voices coming from downstairs. I pulled on Andy's shirt and went down to them. Mark sat at the kitchen table with Andy opposite. "Morning," he said. "Sleep well?" I nodded and smiled at my new lovers face. He greeted me with a kiss. "I have to go into work today. What are you two going to do?" I looked to Mark who stared blankly back.
"Don't know yet," I replied. "Perhaps we'll go out for a stroll or something." I had a few things in mind, far fetched ideas, to widen my experience further, but I dare not have mentioned them then.
Andy left soon after, but first had to chase me in order to have the shirt back that I wore. He pinned me down and stripped it from me; I giggled and fought back, hoping he'd screw me on the kitchen floor. But he was intent on departing, and once he'd one the battle, dressed and left me, wet and in need.
Mark sat on the edge of the bed as I dressed. "Was it good?" he asked. I widened my eyes and made a low moan. He understood the response. I chose to wear the sexiest outfit I could find. Clothes I'd once never had the confidence to go out in. But I felt bold and a new woman entirely. We went shopping and I flirted outrageously with any man we had contact with. Mark looked on, amazed at what he was witnessing. His shy demure wife, always obliging and careful, being daring, audacious and cocky; and too much of a woman for him.
Then, as we walked home, we passed the local playing fields, and Mark pointed out the football team, the very boys he'd seen at the gym, playing a match on one of the pitches.
"Oh lets go and watch!" I shouted eagerly, and pulled him by the wrist towards the pitch. A few people observed the match from the touch-line; we joined them and I found myself watching 22 lads running around chasing a ball, wondering about each and every one. "Which ones do you recognise?" I nudged Mark. "Who?" He pointed to a muscular set boy with thick dark haired legs.
"That's the guy," he said, pointing blatantly.
"Well I'm going to have words with him," I told Mark, keeping my eyes well fixed on the boys whereabouts. "Pushing my Mark around. I'll show him."
Some of the boys began to notice me, and I must say, that I expect I was putting them off their game. The manager shouted to them to concentrate. But I expect that they didn't often see a spectacle like me at the side of the pitch. Despite the cold weather much of my stocking covered legs were revealed below the short hem of my skirt. I allowed my long jacket to open, revealing the sight. When I knew that someone was looking in my direction, I pretended to rub my legs, as if from the cold, at the same time pushing my skirt upwards to reveal the fact that I wore stockings. I positioned a fold in the hem of skirt, so for a while the darker stocking tops were obvious without further movement. The tightness of the fabric against my thighs, held it perfectly so I could flash open my jacket when a suitable moment arose.
Soon the attention I was receiving became more obvious, and, it may have been a coincidence, the ball was being passed more frequently over by the side I stood. As a boy stood taking a throw-inn next to me, his eyes lingered, for an unnatural time, on the areas of my body that were unveiled. The look I returned him, catching his eyes, added to his torment, and he probably began to think that I was a plant by the opposing team to distract their opponents. But both sides were affected - that was obvious. Even the grey haired manager's attention was removed from the match and intermittently upon me.
The game ended: a nil nil draw I believe, but couldn't be certain. Both teams shook hands and began to drift off the field. The one I'd singled out strolled slowly behind his team mates. I edged away from Mark, without saying a word, and timed my advance so that I confronted him before he reached the changing room. I stood before him, hands in the pockets of my coat, pulling it to one side. "You look very fit for school kid," I said to him, as he stopped directly in my path. He looked mystified by my comment.
"Who are you?" he said, "I saw you while we were playing."
"Did you like what you saw?" He laughed, embarrassed by how close I now stood to him. Some of the boys who were waiting for him ahead now cheered when they saw us talking.
"God, listen to that lot," he looked over my shoulder to the source of the shrieking. "So immature."
"I dare you to put your arms around me, pretend I'm your girlfriend." He looked unsure, so I grabbed onto his arms and threw them over my shoulders. The cheering increased behind me. "What's your name?"
"Darren," he answered, smiling but relaxing to my touch. "Got a girlfriend Darren?" He hesitated in response, but squeezed further against me. I became aware of the smell and feel of the fresh sweat on his body.
"Yes," he said, and flicked his eyes from me, as if disappointed.
"Only one," I said, "From what I've heard, you should be able to manage two or three, and keep them happy." Now he was embarrassed. "My husband was quite intimidated by you last week, In the shower block. I believe that you really showed him up." His eyes narrowed displaying confusion. The boys who waited ahead began calling him with growing impatience.
"Can I meet you sometime?" he asked, moving off, and past me. I shrugged and turned away.
"255379," I called. "If your memory is good enough, then call me and we'll see."
All the way back home, Mark begged me to tell him what was said in my conversation with Darren. I chided him sternly and said that it was grown-up business. All the time, I found myself acutely randy, with that newly discovered feeling persisting between my legs. I desired a fuck badly. Mark annoyed me with his constant badgering and I sent him up to his room.
After a cool shower and a torrid attempt at avoiding masturbating, the phone began ringing. I rushed downstairs and hauled the receiver to my ear. It was Darren. I arranged to meet him at a bar not far from the playing fields.
As I dried myself in the bedroom, Mark appeared at the door. My thoughts were filled with images of Darren's excessively hairy legs and although my body was almost dry, I sensed a wet area forming within me. I looked at Mark standing still at the doorway. My date with Darren was still three hours away and I desperately pined some immediate gratification.
"Come on Mark," I said to him, throwing the towel across the room. "Let's see if you've learned anything yet." I beckoned him over and stepped back to lie on the unmade bed. I opened my legs widely and using both hands parted my cunt lips. When I looked up, he'd already removed his track-suit bottoms and held his pitiful erection towards me.
"Can I please?" he panted.
"Now take it easy and don't let go of you load." I was definitely feeling the need, but seeing his 4 inch offering somehow didn't seem right. Still, he kneeled between my legs, pointing his cock at my pouting pussy. He was biting his lower lip, concentrating on not coming too quick. "Now put it in!" I demanded. He lay on me, still manoeuvring his hand between us. As he gyrated his hips, I still hadn't felt him penetrate, but I sensed him holding his breath and then emanate that annoying little squeak informing me of the inevitable. "Oh dear, my wee angel," I spoke softly. Mark look exhausted. "Never mind, I think you need a few lessons from an experienced woman." I stroked his hair gently. "Come on baby, you go and have a bath and get off to bed. I'm meeting someone new tonight." He plopped out from me letting the tiniest dribble of semen appear from my gaping cunt. I have to say, that I honestly hadn't felt a thing as he'd entered me or jiggled around for that few seconds. I must have been widened by Andy. Oh dear, I thought - it would never be the same with my boy.
My date with Darren went well. For a sixteen year old, he really knew how to charm a woman. He felt more at ease with older women, and I was very comfortable in his company. We stayed out for a few hours until I suggested we go back to my house.
"What about your hubby?" he asked me, concern and excitement in his tone.
"He may be my husband," I assured him, "but he doesn't give me what a husband should." He looked surprised by the manner in which I spoke.
"What do you mean?"
"All these years of marriage, and I hadn't experienced anything like a woman should. But he realises this now and is quite content for me to seek out fulfilment elsewhere. He's become rather cuckold," I went on. "Sexually he is most immature, almost like a young boy." He grinned now, a bit apprehensive, but I could tell his curiosity was mounting. It wasn't everyday that a sixteen year old got a chance like this.
"You really sure about his?"
I nodded. "Come on, lets see what happens."
When we got back to my house, Mark was up and watching television. "Andy was on the phone earlier," he told me, concealing his awkwardness about Darren's presence. He stood up and offered Darren a polite smile.
"Pour us a drink each, will you," I told him, ushering Darren towards the couch. He removed his jacket and sat down looking around nervously. "I thought you'd be in bed," I shouted to Mark as he made towards the drinks cabinet.
"Eh, I was watching the movie," he stuttered.
"I believe you two have already met. This is Darren," I told him.
"Oh yea, I do recognise you," Darren said.
"Even with his clothes on," I interjected and laughed. Darren laughed along with me. Mark blushed as he asked what we wished to drink. I could sense Darren's confidence growing. "Apparently you scared Mark when you were showering, "I told Darren.
"Oh how's that?" he asked.
"You were being one of the big boys in the shower. You bully." I moved along the couch closer to him, and we both looked up at Mark. He handed us each a drink. "Would you like a shower Darren?" I asked, "I would like to witness exactly what Mark did." He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "You lay me out something nice to wear whilst we get ready," I told Mark.. He scurried out the room without another word.
"This is kind of weird," Darren whispered, as Mark disappeared from view.
"Oh don't worry," I assured him. "Just relax and enjoy yourself." This seemed to do the trick; he took a long sip from his drink, finishing it off, then gave me a positive smile.
I held is hand whilst we made our way upstairs. I could hear the shower already running, and in the bathroom the steam had engulfed the room. I turned to Darren and began unbuttoning his shirt, transfixed by the body that started to appear. I eased the shirt over his back and let it slip to the floor.
His chest, strong and hard, became the focus of my attention. I moved a hand across the dark covering of hair upon it, and traced a finger down over his flat stomach to the button of his trousers. Perspiration gathered upon his navel and he flinched as the button was unclasped and the zip eased down. The tight lycra shorts he wore gave the game away entirely; revealing the shape and largeness of his concealed cock. It curved, snake like, underneath - prompting me feel its form. I placed a hand against it and lightly squeezed. The contours my hand caressed were abundant, moving in any direction upon it I was offered more to sample. It furthered its growth, and I witnessed the swollen area come to an potent life. Whilst I continued my adoration of the glorious gland, Darren stripped me and nibbled my neck and shoulders. When confronted with my breasts, he altered the attentions of his mouth to their direction, and kissed and licked contentedly, crouching down to obtain a more effective p urchase. I stooped down along with him, looking to meet his mouth with mine. He understood my intention and we joined our lips in an abandoned kiss.
The steam in the room got thicker and glistened heavily on our bodies, at this rate we wouldn't require a shower. I broke off our connection and gestured towards source of the steam.
"Where is Mark?" Darren asked. I had almost forgot about him, and must admit, now surprised that Darren seemed eager to bring him into this situation.
"Oh yes!" I uttered, and opened the door to find out. I shouted his name like I was summoning a child. He appeared from the bedroom, naked apart from a pair of bright red briefs. "Come on!" I scolded, and he entered the steam filled room. I motioned them to stand side by side.
"Right then you two," I began. "I'm going to choose who I wish to enter the shower cubicle with, and which one is going to be the washer and drier." They looked at one and other; I had to smile at how they compared - Mark: round shouldered; thin, and with a slender shape almost discernible, poking upwards beneath his small briefs. Darren: so young, yet broad; hairy noticeable pecks; solid torso and legs; with a mighty bulge forcing out the material at the front of his shorts.
I winked at Darren as I decided my next move. "All right then," I continued. "Pull your underwear down, on the count of three. One, two, three." They did it - as I commanded - simultaneously. Darren's cock sprung down with the momentum of the removal, then slapped back upwards, hitting his stomach with a whack. Mark's pointed forwards, the foreskin far back, the helmet glistening with pre-cum. Although It was as long as I had ever seen it, it was still not much thicker than a pencil and was supported by two minuscule balls. Poor Mark, I thought - he was dwarfed completely by the boy next to him.
I made my way between them and took a cock in each hand. "You can shower," I said to Darren and pulled him towards me. "You cannot compare poor child," I said to mark and with a squeeze upon his cock, I could sense he was going to come. I let him go and tutted.
Darren and I entered the cubicle, and the jet of water immediately struck warmth into our bodies. We faced each other and squeezed close. His cock rested hard against my stomach - he was breathing heavily. When my hand journey over his hard body his muscles tensed. His hands now eagerly paraded across my body and he eased a hand between me legs. I opened to receive it and moaned as a finger played around my moistened lips. We were kissing wildly and I became aware of another pair of hands on my back, smoothing soap upon it. I glanced around - still kissing - to see Mark just outside the shower door. He stood with his arms outstretched, hands washing me slowly. His eyes were on darren's hand between my legs. Darren broke off the kiss and gave Mark a smile.
"Christ man I think I'm in love with your wife." He said. "Keep washing her if you like but she'll soon get dirtier." This talk excited me further. I reached for Darren's cock.
"Wash this Mark," I said to him. "Make it clean to go inside me."
Darren smiled again and turned slightly towards Mark. "Yes come on," he ordered. "Soap it up."
One of Mark's soapy hands reached over and took hold of Darren's cock. He massaged it slowly, lathering it completely along the shaft.
"Now direct it inside," he now whispered to Mark. "Show me exactly where it goes."
God I was trembling, I had never expected Darren to join in so well. I nodded in agreement. "Come on!" I shouted. "Do it now. I need it so bad." I rested my back against the back cubicle wall and opened my legs slightly. The water now poured across my chest making my nipples tingle and harden. Mark entered the shower, still holding onto Darren's monster cock, and directed him over above me.
I pulled my cunt lips apart, looking at the two of them nearing me. Darren's cock neared the entrance to my hole. I had to stop myself from lunging forwards and hurrying things up, but I made do watching as Mark guided Darren's cock into position. He pulled it forwards and placed it right at my pouting cunt lips. Shifting his hand to the base of Darren's cock, he altered his grip and pulled it closer, then closer, then inside of me. It started to penetrate me, still with Mark's hand firmly attached to the base. Despite this, enough of it sunk into me to outreach even the depth Andy's had previously reached. The width was slightly less, but it reached virgin territory, and this added greatly to the thrills and sensation I felt.
Mark even began the momentum as he now had both arms wrapped around Darren; his hands still clamped upon the part of him that explored the depth of my pussy. He was squeezing Darren tightly from behind - his own tiny cock nuzzling itself just between his ass cheeks. The cheeky bastard was trying to ride Darren - and Darren didn't seem to mind. With my back firmly pressed against the shower wall, I shoved back as vigorously as I was able.
The noise of splashing water now drowned by the howls of pleasure that my gaping-wide mouth emitted as the pace of his thrusting increased.
Mark's hands released Daren's cock, and found my swaying breasts - he pushed them firmly together keeping the nipples tight between fingertips.
Darren, meanwhile, had reached the extremity of my cunt. His palms, pressed flat against the screen above my head balanced him effectively. I wrapped my legs around his, and my adjoined husband's hips. Extended thrusts began to lift me higher. I hung onto his thick shoulders as he raised and dropped me with each one.
Mark's sorry seed appeared on the end of his cock - 2 dribbles bubbled up and fell away. I came violently and squeezed Darren's waist with all the force of my thighs. He kept on thrusting - harder, and even faster. I came again - this time having to bite my lip to avoid screaming too loud. I had just entered heaven, and never wished to leave.
When Darren finally spurted his cum deep within me, I could feel the force of the gush encircling my insides. It kept on flowing as he tensed and groaned out loud. Mark watched me receive it all, and he could tell I was over awed by the sheer power of the flow.
We held this position while Darren kissed me gently and roamed his hands over my flesh.
"What a sweet boy," I whispered into his ear as I nibbled gently. He grinned at me confidently.
"Thought you would like that." He said.
I looked beyond him towards Mark, who was stroking his own cock back into stiffness. He stared at us locked together, cheekbones flushed a burning red. The water form the shower fell directly over his fatigued cock and attached hand. He moved nearer us and nuzzled up to Daren's back. He was cuddling Darren and me together, like a child would it's parents, only his small cock now rested in the cleft of Daren's bum.
"Mark! Stop that!" I yelled, seeing him press his shaft deeper into Darren. "That is bad."
"Oh it doesn't matter," Darren replied ever so coolly. "It's not as if it will hurt me or anything." Mark had ignored my request anyway, and quietly continued the movement of his hips. Darren smiled and offered his mouth for a kiss. I took up the offer, and felt the newly acquainted sensation tingle through me once more. "Let the boy play," he said between mouthfuls of mouth. But I had other ideas, and reached out a hand to the shower control. I turned the lever to 'cold' and we both laughed as Mark screamed in shock when the suddenly frozen water spiralled down across his puny torso.
Once dried and dressed, Mark drove Darren back home. At the front door, before he left, Darren kissed me wildly and I arranged to see him again. "Would you mind her being my girlfriend?" he smirked at Mark, but never waited for a reply before opening up the door and marching out.
My thoughts turned towards Andy, whom I felt bad about not seeing the previous night. But I had enjoyed being with Darren, being with a sixteen year old. I never had boyfriends when I was younger, throughout my teenage years, and this, I felt, was a start in making up for that. I had a lot of catching up to do. I would have also liked to have had a more youthful teenager, someone I could teach what I had recently learned - perhaps that would happen. I felt I could make anything happen now - so in control of my newly acquired sexuality.
Anyway, things began moving along at a bullets pace. Andy, again, claimed his right to me, practically moving into our house and taking his rightful place on Mark's side of the bed. We extended our son Sam's stay with Mark's parents, telling them that we were going through a difficult marital rift. Mark could do little now but agree to all the demands.
The first thing he was told to do was give up his job - he did so without question. Andy stated that he would now provide for me financially. He was then told to refer to Andy as 'Sir', and myself as Ma'am, which when he did, more often than not sounded like 'mum'. Andy insisted that all of a Mark's body hair be waxed. He didn't have much to begin with, but looked so childlike after I had performed the chore. His small penis remained rigid throughout the procedure, finally weeping some semen when I used my lady-shave on the deeper hairs inside his anus cleft. He squeaked, and his body shook as he dribbled his fluid onto the soft, now hairless area of his thighs. I wiped him clean with a scented baby-wipe and sent him off to bed.
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Mark adapted very well to our fast evolving relationship. I also surprised myself, the way in which confidence began oozing from me - the likes of I'd never witnessed in all my 31 years. I was soon making up for the 12 years of inadequate sex that I'd been dealt during my married life. I'd been denied the good fortune of a decent sized cock and was determined to get the most of the one I'd recently discovered, and whoever else's I could conjure up.
The night I'd spent with Andy had been the starting block. The night I'd received my fill and the woman in me had been unleashed, was the night I found total control. Yet for the sake of my child, I was not about to jeopardise my marriage to Mark. I intended to stay with him, just as he wished, but by my rules, where he would be treated exactly the way he deserved - what with that undeveloped member hanging between his legs. He merited protection and mothering until he became a real man, that was the least I could do for him. He took to his new role very well, and me to mine even better.
During my very filling and delightful sexual encounters with Andy, he began asking of Mark, believing him to be staying with Sam - our son - at his grandmothers. I explained that we were having a few marital problems - nothing major - but that they were mainly to do with our sexual relations. Eventually I told him that Mark couldn't satisfy me, but I still loved him and did not intend to leave him. Andy confessed that he had noticed Mark's lack of size whilst showering after the gym. He couldn't stop himself from laughing, to which I told him he was being cruel. Mind you, I found myself joining in with his sniggering as I began to stroke his length into rigidity. I quickly ended up on top of him, impaling myself uncontrollably. It was wild, wet and wonderful.
"When is he due back?" Andy asked me as I lay panting on top of him.
"Today," I responded calmly. He almost threw me off onto the floor as he pounced up searching for his underwear. "No, calm down," I told him, trying to pull him back down to the bed.
"But he's my friend," he stammered. "I don't want him to find me here."
"What would you say if I said that he knows you're here." He stopped in his tracks and stared me down waiting for me to continue. "I think he maybe sees this as some kind of therapy," I told him, reaching for his hands and beckoning him towards me. He frowned quizzically.
"What do you mean?"
I decided not to tell him that Mark was actually through in Sam's bedroom. That would have freaked him out. I told him instead that he had given me permission to experiment and decide whether the problem in our love life was his or my own. It was most definitely his. Mark went home saying that he would have to think it all out. I kissed him deeply, just to remind him of the hot tart who required his special attention, should he decide to return.
Moments later, Mark shuffled through to the bedroom and jumped up beside me. "Come and get a cuddle sweetie," I told him as he me a playful fumble for my breasts. He knelt next to me and beheld my naked body. I sensed his lust.
"Is your man away?" he asked. I nodded, spreading my legs for him to take in the view of my swollen labia. "Can I?" he whispered.
"No you can not!" I asserted. "You are just not ready for that type of thing." He looked disappointed and reached out a hand towards me in defiance. I slapped it away and ordered him to get dressed.
As we sat at the kitchen table sipping cups of coffee, I related the events of the previous evening. He seemed reasonably pleased that it had been Andy who had spent the night in our marital bed. Naturally he was inquisitive as to what it was like for me, and I told him as much as I thought he could handle at this stage. "Am I due an early night tonight?" he asked me. "I'm supposed to be going to the gym later."
"No your not," I said to him. "You will not be going back there with all those big boys around." He nodded his head slowly.
"I suppose so," he responded. "What arrangements have you made?"
I hadn't actually made any, but decided I wanted to visit Andy.
"I will be going out for a while," I told him, "and I expect you to be in bed when I return." He smiled affably and slurped at his coffee cup.
Andy couldn't hide his pleasure at seeing me. As he opened the door, I pushed through and grabbed him round the shoulders. My tongue entered his mouth, and his response was more than inviting. When I drew back for breath his eyes fell upon the swell of my breasts and blatant form of my nipples through the thin blouse I wore. The cold had made them obtrude, but his touch created the finishing spectacle. I began to ache for his caress, and he obliged by softly running his hands down my sides, forcing me to display an uncontrollable shiver.
"Is Mark back?" he asked, still brushing the sides of my chest. I nodded and kicked the front door closed behind me. His hands fidgeted for the clasp of the tight skirt I wore. It fell to the floor, revealing the sheer white stockings underneath. I was raised gently from the ground and carried, effortlessly, upstairs to his bed. I hadn't put on any knickers, so without further delay we were joined; I was filled, and thus started a repeat performance of the previous night. It is quite a blur now, looking back, time passed and I lost count of the number of times I yelled and came and screamed out for more.
Andy held my hand walking me home, and did not need asking twice to come in and spend more time together. He was quite untroubled by the fact Mark was upstairs in bed. He spoke in a normal tone; we fucked on the couch, not containing our noisy efforts; he used the bathroom, upstairs, right next to the room where Mark lay. He even wore one of Mark's robes as we lounged - entwined and drenched in each others' sweat.
A voice from the top of the stairs: "Hello!"
"What are you doing up?" I shouted, not missing a beat.
"Can I come down?" was the response.
"Okay." I smiled at Andy. "But only for a minute." We counted the footsteps on the stairs, but never even glanced up to greet Marks arrival.
"Hiya Andy," a voice behind us called. Andy twisted to acknowledge the greeting.
"Hello there mate," he said, and smiled at Mark.
"What are you two up to?" Mark asked us as he continued over. He sat opposite us, and I could see he was wearing a pair of pyjamas - something he never normally bothered with. He looked flushed, and on a second inspection, a slight bulge was evident under the crotch of the pyjama bottoms.
Andy's cock, although now soft, was resting uncovered on his thigh where the robe split. Mark's eyes drifted down and he blatantly gawked at the sight. I was surprised at how unmoved Andy was by the whole event. He made no attempt to cover up, and displayed no sign of embarrassment. I was wearing a white lacy top along with the stockings, an outfit that Mark had bought for our last wedding anniversary. It had been the first time I had worn it, and here it was with some of the soft material covered buttons unfastened revealing my glowing flesh.
"Can I stay up for a while?" Mark asked, as his eyes roamed across his wife lying in the arms of another man. I looked to Andy, who nodded and shrugged his shoulders.
"Okay sweetie," I responded brightly.
"Sorry man, were you looking to fuck you lovely wife tonight?" Andy spoke to Mark. Removing his arm from my shoulder.
"He's not a man Andy," I said quickly, "Are you Mark? Come on show him your thing." Mark looked down at the small bulge displayed on his lap. "Come on!" He stood before us and drew down the pyjama bottoms to his ankles. "See! He's just a boy. Aren't you?" Mark nodded as his short erection pointed upwards. Andy let out a brief laugh and placed his arm back around me. He was joining in with the game that obviously Mark was enjoying. I felt a definite twinge stir from deep within my naked hole, a throbbing that I knew would soon require some attention. I looked at my lovers cock, thankful for the discovery of wicked pleasure at last. I beckoned Mark over, wondering just how far I could take the situation.
"Can I please?" Mark's voice begged me. He stood with his penis inches away from my mouth. I licked my lips and parted them enticingly - motioning it towards me. He swayed forwards, the inches becoming dangerously shorter. Just as he almost made contact with my pouting lips, I gestured back, not allowing him to touch. He came, but the dribble of come that emerged hardly left the slit of his cock; it merely whitened the tip and trickled slowly down the short journey to the base. His usual coming ritual played itself out as Andy and I looked on.
"Oh, look what's happened," I said, tutting and overplaying a sigh. "Better get a tissue and clean yourself up," I told him. "And then get yourself off to bed." He pulled up his pyjamas and did as he was told.
I required immediate attention, and gave myself a helping hand practically losing 2 fingers within the deep crevice that was ready to receive it's fill. Andy assisted, gently grasping my wrist and lending his strength in the rhythmic movement. The only sounds were that of a constant squelching, interspersed gasps and grunted approvals. I had never masturbated like this before and enjoyed a different orgasm contained around the area receiving the rubbing. My clitoris was appealingly augmented, and the throbbing that emanated from, and around it, almost unbearable. I shivered and forced Andy's hand deep inside my cunt. Suddenly my intentions focused on securing a fuck. I separated the robe at his waist, observed his erection and sprung upon it. It eased in gracefully as I lowered my hips onto his lap. He directed me with his hands squeezed into my sides - building the momentum at his own pace. It soon developed into a frantic fuck. I ripped off the lacy top that hung loosely across my c hest and his face burrowed into the cleavage he created by forcing my tits together.
As an orgasm washed over me; I took his long cock into my mouth and drank all the fluid that he finally allowed to flow.
We slept, again in my marital bed, just inches away from Mark in the other room. It was a heavenly sleep.
I awoke late, Andy was up and I became aware of male voices coming from downstairs. I pulled on Andy's shirt and went down to them. Mark sat at the kitchen table with Andy opposite. "Morning," he said. "Sleep well?" I nodded and smiled at my new lovers face. He greeted me with a kiss. "I have to go into work today. What are you two going to do?" I looked to Mark who stared blankly back.
"Don't know yet," I replied. "Perhaps we'll go out for a stroll or something." I had a few things in mind, far fetched ideas, to widen my experience further, but I dare not have mentioned them then.
Andy left soon after, but first had to chase me in order to have the shirt back that I wore. He pinned me down and stripped it from me; I giggled and fought back, hoping he'd screw me on the kitchen floor. But he was intent on departing, and once he'd one the battle, dressed and left me, wet and in need.
Mark sat on the edge of the bed as I dressed. "Was it good?" he asked. I widened my eyes and made a low moan. He understood the response. I chose to wear the sexiest outfit I could find. Clothes I'd once never had the confidence to go out in. But I felt bold and a new woman entirely. We went shopping and I flirted outrageously with any man we had contact with. Mark looked on, amazed at what he was witnessing. His shy demure wife, always obliging and careful, being daring, audacious and cocky; and too much of a woman for him.
Then, as we walked home, we passed the local playing fields, and Mark pointed out the football team, the very boys he'd seen at the gym, playing a match on one of the pitches.
"Oh lets go and watch!" I shouted eagerly, and pulled him by the wrist towards the pitch. A few people observed the match from the touch-line; we joined them and I found myself watching 22 lads running around chasing a ball, wondering about each and every one. "Which ones do you recognise?" I nudged Mark. "Who?" He pointed to a muscular set boy with thick dark haired legs.
"That's the guy," he said, pointing blatantly.
"Well I'm going to have words with him," I told Mark, keeping my eyes well fixed on the boys whereabouts. "Pushing my Mark around. I'll show him."
Some of the boys began to notice me, and I must say, that I expect I was putting them off their game. The manager shouted to them to concentrate. But I expect that they didn't often see a spectacle like me at the side of the pitch. Despite the cold weather much of my stocking covered legs were revealed below the short hem of my skirt. I allowed my long jacket to open, revealing the sight. When I knew that someone was looking in my direction, I pretended to rub my legs, as if from the cold, at the same time pushing my skirt upwards to reveal the fact that I wore stockings. I positioned a fold in the hem of skirt, so for a while the darker stocking tops were obvious without further movement. The tightness of the fabric against my thighs, held it perfectly so I could flash open my jacket when a suitable moment arose.
Soon the attention I was receiving became more obvious, and, it may have been a coincidence, the ball was being passed more frequently over by the side I stood. As a boy stood taking a throw-inn next to me, his eyes lingered, for an unnatural time, on the areas of my body that were unveiled. The look I returned him, catching his eyes, added to his torment, and he probably began to think that I was a plant by the opposing team to distract their opponents. But both sides were affected - that was obvious. Even the grey haired manager's attention was removed from the match and intermittently upon me.
The game ended: a nil nil draw I believe, but couldn't be certain. Both teams shook hands and began to drift off the field. The one I'd singled out strolled slowly behind his team mates. I edged away from Mark, without saying a word, and timed my advance so that I confronted him before he reached the changing room. I stood before him, hands in the pockets of my coat, pulling it to one side. "You look very fit for school kid," I said to him, as he stopped directly in my path. He looked mystified by my comment.
"Who are you?" he said, "I saw you while we were playing."
"Did you like what you saw?" He laughed, embarrassed by how close I now stood to him. Some of the boys who were waiting for him ahead now cheered when they saw us talking.
"God, listen to that lot," he looked over my shoulder to the source of the shrieking. "So immature."
"I dare you to put your arms around me, pretend I'm your girlfriend." He looked unsure, so I grabbed onto his arms and threw them over my shoulders. The cheering increased behind me. "What's your name?"
"Darren," he answered, smiling but relaxing to my touch. "Got a girlfriend Darren?" He hesitated in response, but squeezed further against me. I became aware of the smell and feel of the fresh sweat on his body.
"Yes," he said, and flicked his eyes from me, as if disappointed.
"Only one," I said, "From what I've heard, you should be able to manage two or three, and keep them happy." Now he was embarrassed. "My husband was quite intimidated by you last week, In the shower block. I believe that you really showed him up." His eyes narrowed displaying confusion. The boys who waited ahead began calling him with growing impatience.
"Can I meet you sometime?" he asked, moving off, and past me. I shrugged and turned away.
"255379," I called. "If your memory is good enough, then call me and we'll see."
All the way back home, Mark begged me to tell him what was said in my conversation with Darren. I chided him sternly and said that it was grown-up business. All the time, I found myself acutely randy, with that newly discovered feeling persisting between my legs. I desired a fuck badly. Mark annoyed me with his constant badgering and I sent him up to his room.
After a cool shower and a torrid attempt at avoiding masturbating, the phone began ringing. I rushed downstairs and hauled the receiver to my ear. It was Darren. I arranged to meet him at a bar not far from the playing fields.
As I dried myself in the bedroom, Mark appeared at the door. My thoughts were filled with images of Darren's excessively hairy legs and although my body was almost dry, I sensed a wet area forming within me. I looked at Mark standing still at the doorway. My date with Darren was still three hours away and I desperately pined some immediate gratification.
"Come on Mark," I said to him, throwing the towel across the room. "Let's see if you've learned anything yet." I beckoned him over and stepped back to lie on the unmade bed. I opened my legs widely and using both hands parted my cunt lips. When I looked up, he'd already removed his track-suit bottoms and held his pitiful erection towards me.
"Can I please?" he panted.
"Now take it easy and don't let go of you load." I was definitely feeling the need, but seeing his 4 inch offering somehow didn't seem right. Still, he kneeled between my legs, pointing his cock at my pouting pussy. He was biting his lower lip, concentrating on not coming too quick. "Now put it in!" I demanded. He lay on me, still manoeuvring his hand between us. As he gyrated his hips, I still hadn't felt him penetrate, but I sensed him holding his breath and then emanate that annoying little squeak informing me of the inevitable. "Oh dear, my wee angel," I spoke softly. Mark look exhausted. "Never mind, I think you need a few lessons from an experienced woman." I stroked his hair gently. "Come on baby, you go and have a bath and get off to bed. I'm meeting someone new tonight." He plopped out from me letting the tiniest dribble of semen appear from my gaping cunt. I have to say, that I honestly hadn't felt a thing as he'd entered me or jiggled around for that few seconds. I must have been widened by Andy. Oh dear, I thought - it would never be the same with my boy.
My date with Darren went well. For a sixteen year old, he really knew how to charm a woman. He felt more at ease with older women, and I was very comfortable in his company. We stayed out for a few hours until I suggested we go back to my house.
"What about your hubby?" he asked me, concern and excitement in his tone.
"He may be my husband," I assured him, "but he doesn't give me what a husband should." He looked surprised by the manner in which I spoke.
"What do you mean?"
"All these years of marriage, and I hadn't experienced anything like a woman should. But he realises this now and is quite content for me to seek out fulfilment elsewhere. He's become rather cuckold," I went on. "Sexually he is most immature, almost like a young boy." He grinned now, a bit apprehensive, but I could tell his curiosity was mounting. It wasn't everyday that a sixteen year old got a chance like this.
"You really sure about his?"
I nodded. "Come on, lets see what happens."
When we got back to my house, Mark was up and watching television. "Andy was on the phone earlier," he told me, concealing his awkwardness about Darren's presence. He stood up and offered Darren a polite smile.
"Pour us a drink each, will you," I told him, ushering Darren towards the couch. He removed his jacket and sat down looking around nervously. "I thought you'd be in bed," I shouted to Mark as he made towards the drinks cabinet.
"Eh, I was watching the movie," he stuttered.
"I believe you two have already met. This is Darren," I told him.
"Oh yea, I do recognise you," Darren said.
"Even with his clothes on," I interjected and laughed. Darren laughed along with me. Mark blushed as he asked what we wished to drink. I could sense Darren's confidence growing. "Apparently you scared Mark when you were showering, "I told Darren.
"Oh how's that?" he asked.
"You were being one of the big boys in the shower. You bully." I moved along the couch closer to him, and we both looked up at Mark. He handed us each a drink. "Would you like a shower Darren?" I asked, "I would like to witness exactly what Mark did." He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "You lay me out something nice to wear whilst we get ready," I told Mark.. He scurried out the room without another word.
"This is kind of weird," Darren whispered, as Mark disappeared from view.
"Oh don't worry," I assured him. "Just relax and enjoy yourself." This seemed to do the trick; he took a long sip from his drink, finishing it off, then gave me a positive smile.
I held is hand whilst we made our way upstairs. I could hear the shower already running, and in the bathroom the steam had engulfed the room. I turned to Darren and began unbuttoning his shirt, transfixed by the body that started to appear. I eased the shirt over his back and let it slip to the floor.
His chest, strong and hard, became the focus of my attention. I moved a hand across the dark covering of hair upon it, and traced a finger down over his flat stomach to the button of his trousers. Perspiration gathered upon his navel and he flinched as the button was unclasped and the zip eased down. The tight lycra shorts he wore gave the game away entirely; revealing the shape and largeness of his concealed cock. It curved, snake like, underneath - prompting me feel its form. I placed a hand against it and lightly squeezed. The contours my hand caressed were abundant, moving in any direction upon it I was offered more to sample. It furthered its growth, and I witnessed the swollen area come to an potent life. Whilst I continued my adoration of the glorious gland, Darren stripped me and nibbled my neck and shoulders. When confronted with my breasts, he altered the attentions of his mouth to their direction, and kissed and licked contentedly, crouching down to obtain a more effective p urchase. I stooped down along with him, looking to meet his mouth with mine. He understood my intention and we joined our lips in an abandoned kiss.
The steam in the room got thicker and glistened heavily on our bodies, at this rate we wouldn't require a shower. I broke off our connection and gestured towards source of the steam.
"Where is Mark?" Darren asked. I had almost forgot about him, and must admit, now surprised that Darren seemed eager to bring him into this situation.
"Oh yes!" I uttered, and opened the door to find out. I shouted his name like I was summoning a child. He appeared from the bedroom, naked apart from a pair of bright red briefs. "Come on!" I scolded, and he entered the steam filled room. I motioned them to stand side by side.
"Right then you two," I began. "I'm going to choose who I wish to enter the shower cubicle with, and which one is going to be the washer and drier." They looked at one and other; I had to smile at how they compared - Mark: round shouldered; thin, and with a slender shape almost discernible, poking upwards beneath his small briefs. Darren: so young, yet broad; hairy noticeable pecks; solid torso and legs; with a mighty bulge forcing out the material at the front of his shorts.
I winked at Darren as I decided my next move. "All right then," I continued. "Pull your underwear down, on the count of three. One, two, three." They did it - as I commanded - simultaneously. Darren's cock sprung down with the momentum of the removal, then slapped back upwards, hitting his stomach with a whack. Mark's pointed forwards, the foreskin far back, the helmet glistening with pre-cum. Although It was as long as I had ever seen it, it was still not much thicker than a pencil and was supported by two minuscule balls. Poor Mark, I thought - he was dwarfed completely by the boy next to him.
I made my way between them and took a cock in each hand. "You can shower," I said to Darren and pulled him towards me. "You cannot compare poor child," I said to mark and with a squeeze upon his cock, I could sense he was going to come. I let him go and tutted.
Darren and I entered the cubicle, and the jet of water immediately struck warmth into our bodies. We faced each other and squeezed close. His cock rested hard against my stomach - he was breathing heavily. When my hand journey over his hard body his muscles tensed. His hands now eagerly paraded across my body and he eased a hand between me legs. I opened to receive it and moaned as a finger played around my moistened lips. We were kissing wildly and I became aware of another pair of hands on my back, smoothing soap upon it. I glanced around - still kissing - to see Mark just outside the shower door. He stood with his arms outstretched, hands washing me slowly. His eyes were on darren's hand between my legs. Darren broke off the kiss and gave Mark a smile.
"Christ man I think I'm in love with your wife." He said. "Keep washing her if you like but she'll soon get dirtier." This talk excited me further. I reached for Darren's cock.
"Wash this Mark," I said to him. "Make it clean to go inside me."
Darren smiled again and turned slightly towards Mark. "Yes come on," he ordered. "Soap it up."
One of Mark's soapy hands reached over and took hold of Darren's cock. He massaged it slowly, lathering it completely along the shaft.
"Now direct it inside," he now whispered to Mark. "Show me exactly where it goes."
God I was trembling, I had never expected Darren to join in so well. I nodded in agreement. "Come on!" I shouted. "Do it now. I need it so bad." I rested my back against the back cubicle wall and opened my legs slightly. The water now poured across my chest making my nipples tingle and harden. Mark entered the shower, still holding onto Darren's monster cock, and directed him over above me.
I pulled my cunt lips apart, looking at the two of them nearing me. Darren's cock neared the entrance to my hole. I had to stop myself from lunging forwards and hurrying things up, but I made do watching as Mark guided Darren's cock into position. He pulled it forwards and placed it right at my pouting cunt lips. Shifting his hand to the base of Darren's cock, he altered his grip and pulled it closer, then closer, then inside of me. It started to penetrate me, still with Mark's hand firmly attached to the base. Despite this, enough of it sunk into me to outreach even the depth Andy's had previously reached. The width was slightly less, but it reached virgin territory, and this added greatly to the thrills and sensation I felt.
Mark even began the momentum as he now had both arms wrapped around Darren; his hands still clamped upon the part of him that explored the depth of my pussy. He was squeezing Darren tightly from behind - his own tiny cock nuzzling itself just between his ass cheeks. The cheeky bastard was trying to ride Darren - and Darren didn't seem to mind. With my back firmly pressed against the shower wall, I shoved back as vigorously as I was able.
The noise of splashing water now drowned by the howls of pleasure that my gaping-wide mouth emitted as the pace of his thrusting increased.
Mark's hands released Daren's cock, and found my swaying breasts - he pushed them firmly together keeping the nipples tight between fingertips.
Darren, meanwhile, had reached the extremity of my cunt. His palms, pressed flat against the screen above my head balanced him effectively. I wrapped my legs around his, and my adjoined husband's hips. Extended thrusts began to lift me higher. I hung onto his thick shoulders as he raised and dropped me with each one.
Mark's sorry seed appeared on the end of his cock - 2 dribbles bubbled up and fell away. I came violently and squeezed Darren's waist with all the force of my thighs. He kept on thrusting - harder, and even faster. I came again - this time having to bite my lip to avoid screaming too loud. I had just entered heaven, and never wished to leave.
When Darren finally spurted his cum deep within me, I could feel the force of the gush encircling my insides. It kept on flowing as he tensed and groaned out loud. Mark watched me receive it all, and he could tell I was over awed by the sheer power of the flow.
We held this position while Darren kissed me gently and roamed his hands over my flesh.
"What a sweet boy," I whispered into his ear as I nibbled gently. He grinned at me confidently.
"Thought you would like that." He said.
I looked beyond him towards Mark, who was stroking his own cock back into stiffness. He stared at us locked together, cheekbones flushed a burning red. The water form the shower fell directly over his fatigued cock and attached hand. He moved nearer us and nuzzled up to Daren's back. He was cuddling Darren and me together, like a child would it's parents, only his small cock now rested in the cleft of Daren's bum.
"Mark! Stop that!" I yelled, seeing him press his shaft deeper into Darren. "That is bad."
"Oh it doesn't matter," Darren replied ever so coolly. "It's not as if it will hurt me or anything." Mark had ignored my request anyway, and quietly continued the movement of his hips. Darren smiled and offered his mouth for a kiss. I took up the offer, and felt the newly acquainted sensation tingle through me once more. "Let the boy play," he said between mouthfuls of mouth. But I had other ideas, and reached out a hand to the shower control. I turned the lever to 'cold' and we both laughed as Mark screamed in shock when the suddenly frozen water spiralled down across his puny torso.
Once dried and dressed, Mark drove Darren back home. At the front door, before he left, Darren kissed me wildly and I arranged to see him again. "Would you mind her being my girlfriend?" he smirked at Mark, but never waited for a reply before opening up the door and marching out.
My thoughts turned towards Andy, whom I felt bad about not seeing the previous night. But I had enjoyed being with Darren, being with a sixteen year old. I never had boyfriends when I was younger, throughout my teenage years, and this, I felt, was a start in making up for that. I had a lot of catching up to do. I would have also liked to have had a more youthful teenager, someone I could teach what I had recently learned - perhaps that would happen. I felt I could make anything happen now - so in control of my newly acquired sexuality.
Anyway, things began moving along at a bullets pace. Andy, again, claimed his right to me, practically moving into our house and taking his rightful place on Mark's side of the bed. We extended our son Sam's stay with Mark's parents, telling them that we were going through a difficult marital rift. Mark could do little now but agree to all the demands.
The first thing he was told to do was give up his job - he did so without question. Andy stated that he would now provide for me financially. He was then told to refer to Andy as 'Sir', and myself as Ma'am, which when he did, more often than not sounded like 'mum'. Andy insisted that all of a Mark's body hair be waxed. He didn't have much to begin with, but looked so childlike after I had performed the chore. His small penis remained rigid throughout the procedure, finally weeping some semen when I used my lady-shave on the deeper hairs inside his anus cleft. He squeaked, and his body shook as he dribbled his fluid onto the soft, now hairless area of his thighs. I wiped him clean with a scented baby-wipe and sent him off to bed.
