Hotwife Fantasies 5 - Office Boy Toy

Hotwife Fantasies 5 - Office Boy Toy

by Don Jetman

Julia talked incessantly about this college kid, a summer intern in the IT department who was helping her with her new laptop. He hit on her a few times in her office while troubleshooting her PC. The kid doesn't have a clue about her reputation - the office workaholic and seriously devoted wife. And she thinks he's cute.

"I know I talk about him a lot, and I told you how cute he is. But what you don't know is how bold he's become. He flirts with me constantly. And the things he says, the way he compliments the way I look, well, it's embarrassing. Other people are starting to notice."

"Did you flirt back?" I teased, sure that I knew the answer.

"I didn't at first, but yesterday I did, a little. I'm so horny with you gone so much."

"Really? How horny?" I asked, leading her on.

"It's, um, all I can do to, well, keep my hands off him. I told you how cute he is."

"So, what are you going to do about it?"

"You know the answer to that, Steven. I won't have sex with someone at work. But, if he didn't work with me..."

"What would you do? What? I know you've thought about it."

"I'd probably close the door to my office and let him do whatever he wanted," she told me, laughing.

"Like what? Tell me what you think about when you flirt with him."

"Steven! You really want me to say it? Out loud? I'm not sure I can."

"Why? It's just a fantasy. C'mon...tell me what my wife would do with her 'cute' college boyfriend."

"Oh stop - I haven't had a boyfriend since I was in college. You make it sound so..."

"So dirty? So not like anything you might really do? Maybe that's why I'd like hearing it."

"Okaaay - I close my door, then I go to him, he takes me in his arms, and we kiss for a while. He plays with my boobs through my blouse and presses his hips against me. I can feel his penis through his pants as he rubs it against my belly. It's really big and hard, and keeps getting bigger as we kiss. I put my hands down there and touch him - play with him through his pants. I make him moan into my mouth as we kiss, and he grinds his hips into me harder. He wants me so much. And I'm so wet for him. He pushes me down on my desk and tears open my blouse. I help him unfasten my bra and he pushes between my legs, leans over me, and sucks on my nipples. He works my skirt up, reaches between my legs, and rips my panties off. I keep whispering, "No, no, not here, we might get caught," but he doesn't stop. I really don't want him to stop, but I'm afraid at the same time. He opens his pants and I feel his penis touch me, then slide inside me easily because I'm so wet. He kisses me as he pushes into me, slowly and gently, until he's all the way inside. We screw on my desk - all I can think of is how much I want him, how good his body feels next to me, how good he feels inside me, and how much I want to cum before we have to stop. I look over at the door and discover I forgot to lock it. Anyone could come in and see us. But I don't care - I just want him to take me there on my desk and to make me cum."

"So, that's it?"

"Isn't that enough?"

"Does he make you cum? Does he cum too?"

"You know we do. It's my fantasy, remember? I keep telling him that we have to hurry and get dressed before someone comes in. But I can feel him getting hard again. I can't believe he's ready so soon. It really gets me excited that he wants me that much, so I let him take me again. I can't help it. I don't even care if someone finds us. I run my hands over his bare chest and his flat stomach. He's so young; his body is so lean and firm. I watch his shoulders and arms ripple with muscle as he holds himself over me. It seems like we do it for hours before we cum again. Yes, both of us, at the same time."

"So, you never get caught?" I ask her, hoping we can get a little more mileage out of her fantasy.

"No, we don't," she went on. "I tell him he can't tell anyone, that I might be fired and that he might lose his internship. He laughs at me and says his internship doesn't matter, and that if I don't fuck him whenever he wants, he'll turn me in. So I do. I fuck him every day to keep my job. But secretly, inside, I wish it was three times a day. He's that good."

I came home the next day to find Julia waiting just inside our front door. She stood in front of me and began to unbutton her blouse. "You remember that fantasy I told you about yesterday?" she purred. "Welllll, I didn't tell you everything." She shed her blouse, her bra, then lowered her shorts and stepped out of them. I grinned, knowing she had dreamed up something new and very hot, and would play it for all it was worth on our way to the bedroom.

"Some of it wasn't just a fantasy," she said, looking up at me with a tentative smile. She was naked, and her nipples were standing at full attention, much like the tent in my slacks.

"Which part?" I asked, waiting for more of her fantasy.

"Come to bed and I'll tell you."

While we fucked, she told me the college student had actually made a pass at her, in her office, during lunch. He kissed her, and she admitted, for a little while she kissed him back. "His hands were all over me," she told me. "He played with my boobs, and he held me so tight I could feel his erection against me. He was so hard - the poor kid was desperate. I hated to stop him. I mean, I didn't want to stop either, but my office door wasn't even closed. Anyone could have seen us. Thankfully, everyone was at lunch."

"So, you would have fucked him if you knew you wouldn't get caught?" I asked. Julia was on top of me, riding me, rising and falling on my cock, just slowly enough to make me crazy, but not fast enough to let me cum.

"I really wanted him," she told me, her eyes still on mine, but with a dream-like, faraway look. "For a few seconds, there in my office, I felt like he could do anything to me, and I'd let him. I didn't care where we were or whether I'd lose my job or not. The fantasy I told you about - I was thinking about it when he kissed me, and all the rest of the afternoon. I've never come that close to losing control. I didn't just want him, I WANTED him. It was scary."

I told her to close her eyes, to pretend I was that college intern, and to show me how she would cum if she had let him fuck her in her office. She did, but first she glanced around toward the door, then back at me with her lascivious little-girl smile. "OK," she whispered. "But we have to hurry. Get up and close the door - someone might see us."

***

A month later, Julia told me at the dinner table that the kid asked her to lunch and she accepted. "His last day is Friday," she went on, "and he wanted to thank me for showing him the ropes. He was so cute - grinning and flirting like a real date. I have to admit, I was taken by his charm and that fresh, adorable face of his. For a few seconds it felt like a real date. But just for a few seconds. Now and then. When he smiled at me across the table. We lost track of time, and spent an extra hour at lunch, something I never do."

I was literally shaking, wondering if they had fucked. When I asked her, she told me, "You know I wouldn't do that to you - at least not without telling you first." She startled me at first, until she finally looked at me and giggled. "You should see the expression on your face, Steven! Do you really think I might? Ask you, I mean. I'm beginning to think you want me to fuck him."

When I didn't answer, she grew serious, stared for a few seconds, and leaned toward me.

"Steven, is this more than just a fantasy to you? Would it be okay with you if I had sex with this guy? Because, if that's what you want, I could make it more than a fantasy. I could make it much more. But you have to tell me. He leaves forever in two days. And I wasn't going to tell you this, but he asked to go out with me, on a real date, before he leaves."

"I'm not worried about you falling for him, Jules. But imagining you naked with him, and then your orgasm when he makes you cum - well, it's overpowering to me. I keep thinking about how you'd tell me about all of it afterwards, and what it would be like for us to have that secret fantasy after he's gone. So, I guess, yes, if you really want him, have him."

***

The night of her date, Julia and I undressed and showered together. I insisted she do nothing more than allow me to wash her, to prepare her for her college boy. She absolutely loved it. I soaped her body with my bare hands, starting at her neck, shoulders, then down her belly and thighs, finally going between her legs when she parted them for me. She just stood there as I worked, her eyes closed, a slight smile on her face, as though she was imagining what it would be like to be with him. I watched the soap flow over every part of her body, imagining his hands touching there instead of mine. I asked her if she was thinking of him. She told me she was.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" She asked as I smoothed the soap over her body. "I never thought my husband would have an erection getting me ready for a date with another man. It's kind of sexy, really. I think I like it..."

I assured her it had been my fantasy for years - I had just been too guilty about it to tell her. "I'm so lucky to be married to you," she told me as the hot water washed the soap over her shoulders and arms. I assured her I was the lucky one. She took my erection in her hands and played with me. I warned her that it wouldn't take much to make me cum.

"I want you to save it for me, for when I get back. Will you do that for me?" she purred. She was running her hands over my cock, telling me not to cum. I held out as long as I could, then told her she would have to stop if she really wanted me to wait. She giggled, then stopped, leaving me panting and damn near gasping for air.

I washed her hair, twice. I imagined him stroking the soft, clean strands between his fingers, then kissing her face and neck until her hair was wet again, this time with his saliva. I traced the curve of her ear with my finger, knowing how sensitive she is there, knowing that it wouldn't take long for him to discover it as well. She always gasps immediately when I lick her there. I wondered if they would shower together after sex, whether he would see her like this as well, her hair dark and slick, flat and shiny against her face and neck. She seemed so much more vulnerable soaking wet - smaller, fragile, almost primal. But when I looked into her eyes, I saw the opposite - assertiveness, desire, the unquenched heat of a mature woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

I dried her body from neck to ankles with a fresh white towel, then used a second towel for her hair. She rolled her neck slowly as I dried her hair, telling me this was a luxury she could easily get used to. When I was done, she turned to me, still completely naked, and asked me, "You really want him to have me, don't you?" Although I had no doubts about what was going to happen, I detected a sliver of uncertainty in her voice, as though she just needed my reassurance one last time. I held her tightly, my erection hard and dripping precum against her belly, and told her it was my most intense fantasy, and that I wanted her to be completely free to enjoy him. "Forget everything but the moment," I told her. "Make him everything your fantasy's made him. Then come home and tell me I was right."

I left her hair and makeup to her, as well as the clothes she chose to wear. I wanted to be surprised, to see her appear as she would first appear to him. And I was stunned. I had never seen the outfit before - the very tight black slacks, and a short, fitted black jacket with a deeply cut V-neck. The jacket was obviously meant to be worn with something underneath, but instead I saw soft bare skin and the inner curves of her breasts. There were no panty lines. When I asked her if she was naked underneath, she just smiled, and asked me, "Don't you want me to show him I'm naked for him?"

Knowing she was with him, that they were in bed, feasting on each others' bodies, tangled and twisted in sweaty sheets, fucking, fucking, fucking, was almost too delicious to bear. But I would be ready for her, hungry for her used, sweaty body the second she came back to me.

She said they had a good time - dinner downtown, then a movie, and finally a room in her favorite hotel where we often celebrated our anniversaries.

"He's a little shy in public, she told me, "but he's much different in bed - very caring and attentive, but not afraid to give me the kind of sex I like, for a very long time. You know what young guys are like - always hard and ready."

"So, was it good? I mean, did he make you cum?"

She was a little embarrassed. She hesitated at first, then, grinning a little, told me, "We both did. Twice, I think. He's so young, and he just adores me. It was nice to hear so many compliments from a guy who could easily have been with a beautiful girl his own age."

"We just played with each other for the first hour. He fucked me so slowly, teasing me, stopping and starting again. He just wouldn't let me cum," she explained. "I mean, it felt sooo good, and I loved what he was doing to me, but after an hour it was almost like t o r t u r e. I remember him smiling down at me right before I came. It was wonderful."

I could imagine her gasping for breath under him, begging him to finish her. I could also imagine the kid staying hard as a rock for hours inside my wife, wearing her out with a level of stamina I had known at that age, and now envied more than I was willing to say. But she knew I wanted all the details, and trusted me enough to be genuinely honest. She knew I'd be fine with all of it. Youth has its advantages, but age does as well.

"Later we took a bath together. He was just so beautiful, so young and wet and hard - for some reason I wanted to taste him, to put him in my mouth, so I did. I really didn't want him to keep me hanging for another hour again, so I thought I'd make him cum again, this time in my mouth. It worked.

"This morning we fucked one last time while we showered together. Outside I kissed him goodbye and drove home, passing cars full of families on their way to church, knowing what they'd think if they knew I had spent the night with someone other than my husband."

"You mean fucked someone other than your husband all night," I said, grinning.

"Okay, if you insist, you pervert," she joked. "But you'd be wrong if you think I don't remember my college days, Steven. Not that I don't love yours, but you should know that 'college cock' is the best cock there is."