The Young Man Was Just Passing Through, but He Stayed Awhile

Eight years ago I married Rose. She’s forty-four now but still built nicely. She’s proud of her bust and doesn’t mind showing off when she gets a chance. She often wears a tight sweater, and oh my, do those tits stick out! We live in a rural community, and the guys in our area sure give her the eye. Like I said, she loves it.

Earlier this year the son of friends was traveling through the area. We hadn’t seen Paul in about six years, so he stopped for a visit. He was driving a motor home. When he arrived, we were at our neighbor Trudy’s—an older lady who’s kind of like a mother to us—right down the lane from us. So Paul parked and came to Trudy’s to ask if he could park at our place. I said, “Sure.”

As he talked to the three of us, I couldn’t help but notice how he was eyeballing Rose’s tits. She noticed, too, and teased the twenty-four-year-old without remorse. He got so excited, I could see his hard-on, and it looked big. I knew Rose saw it, too.

We headed back to the house in order to guide Paul in to park. As we left, Trudy pulled me aside and said, “You better watch that boy. By his looks, he wants in your wife’s panties pretty bad. He also looks endowed, if you know what I mean.”

I said I did and thanked her for the advice, then left to go help. When Paul’s motor home was in place, he asked if Rose wanted to see inside. She did.

They were in there a good thirty to forty minutes while I sat fifty feet away on the porch. I’m certain I saw the thing rocking slightly, and I know I heard moans, like oohs and aahs. When they came back out and Rose realized I was on the porch, she looked all flustered and embarrassed. Paul’s cock didn’t cause such a bulge as it previously did either.

Later that night I found Rose’s panties in the laundry. The crotch was saturated and there was a salty, pungent smell.

The next morning Rose invited Paul up for breakfast while I went to feed the animals. I normally go and visit Trudy, too, so it takes about an hour. The young man was walking by me as I headed to the barn. I did my feeding in record time and then sneaked up to the house. I heard moaning and slurping from the living room and peeked in and saw my wife, her nightgown around her waist, with this stud kneading one tit and sucking the other while she played with his cock, which was big.

Paul whispered something to Rose and then sat on the couch. She got on her knees in front of him and took his cock in her hands, then began licking, sucking, and slurping it. I watched transfixed as she sucked him to the brink of climax, when he pulled off her. After a while he let her suck him some more, then stopped her again. This went on until she was begging him to let her swallow his come. Finally she got her wish—he shot down her gulping throat.

But he didn’t soften. He pushed her on the floor and mounted her and stuck his cock in her with one shove that had her screaming, and man, did he fuck her hard! He fucked her for nearly half an hour, until they both came. This time he shot inside her. At that point I went back to the barn. A little later, when I was heading out to Trudy’s, I saw the curtain move and I knew they were watching me.

I had a hard-on from hell when I got to Trudy’s, and she noticed. Smiling, she asked if what she suspected would happen actually happened, and I nodded. “You poor thing,” she said. “Maybe I can help.” She pulled out my cock and, while I stood wide-eyed, began jerking me off! This was too much, and I quickly shot all over her kitchen floor. I said, “Thanks,” and she said, “Anytime. I’m glad to help.”

When I went back to the house, my wife and her young man were eating breakfast and talking like nothing happened. He wound up staying for a week, and I’m 100 percent positive he got her at least two or three times a day. In fact, I witnessed at least once a day, so who besides the two of them really knows just how often he had her? I even caught them with his cock fully embedded in her ass. She screamed so loud, Trudy heard it at her place. I also noticed that Rose walked with a slight limp for the next day or two.

The morning Paul left, my wife had tears in her eyes. I knew she would miss that big cock of his, so I told him to stop by again soon. He took me at my word and has stopped by twice since, a week each time. Needless to say, the results were the same on both visits.

My wise old friend Trudy understands fully and has helped me out with her tender loving hands and even her mouth several times since then, too. It helps to have her support so close by when I need it.

—F.N., Hickory, North Carolina