Julie couldn’t stop thinking about what her best friend, Linda, had told her about their lawn boy. When she saw Bobby next, in his uniform of tight shorts and a bare chest, she tried to imagine this ‘nice’ boy with his face between Linda’s thighs, or his dick in Linda’s mouth. More than once, she’d been aroused by his youthful, muscular body, but had never thought about him as more than eye candy who was also a reliable and hard worker. Until now.

He reminded her of her high school sweetheart, who was now her husband for the past fifteen years. Ethan had a similar physique in their early years, and even now, he was still in good shape, but no longer as lean or muscular as Bobby, which now also reminded her of the adventurous sex they so enjoyed in their early years of dating and marriage.

They’d christened every room in their house, and just about every stick of furniture. They watched porn together and tried every act and position that struck their fancy. When they made love, it was missionary, but when they were fucking, it was nearly always from behind. She loved being bent over a sofa’s arm, a table, the kitchen counter, and even a running washing machine or the tailgate of their SUV while he pounded her eager pussy. The submissive flavor of being pummeled from behind with little control or means of escape added so much to the sensational, and often multiple, orgasms that resulted.

Ethan loved that side of his sexy wife, but occasionally, he liked her to take charge. It would often happen when she was exceptionally randy, but he wasn’t. She’d pin him against the wall and shove her hand down his pants, making her needs and demands known. She’d blown him or stuffed his hand in her panties as they rocketed down the interstate. She’d even spanked him once, but he hadn’t liked it as much as she had, so that wasn’t repeated. It was riding his cock in the car’s backseat, in the backyard at night, or, of course, in bed, which eventually led to her favorite form of foreplay: facesitting.

That feeling of grinding her pussy into his face while his tongue licked and lapped up her juice always had her cumming several times before she’d had enough. The positions varied, but all provided the combination of dominant control, taking what she wanted, coupled with the electrifying sensations of his nose, mouth, and tongue pressed into her pussy. Ethan loved it too and would stay beneath her for as many orgasms as she was able to handle.

But that playful and adventurous side of their sex had pretty much fallen by the wayside, primarily as an indirect result of trying to have children. At first, making a baby was a potentially happy result of their usual sexual escapades, but planned sex according to a schedule, years of trying, and two miscarriages had taken a lot of the fun out of it. Then, finally, two wonderful kids had them feeling more like responsible adults than sex-crazed newlyweds. It seemed to affect Ethan more, who, faced with a horny wife, turned her down more than he turned her on.

Last night, she got the too busy, too tired, too whatever response when she’d tried one of her old arousing tricks on him, inspired by thoughts of the delicious lawn boy. Now, watching Bobby running the mower back and forth across her yard, she decided she was going to see how much of Linda’s story was true.

Running to her bedroom, she stripped off her clothes and put on a matching set of red satin bra and panties, with a short black robe only partially hiding them. Returning to the kitchen, she took the usual bottle of Coke out of the fridge and went to the back door, waiting for him to finish and come to the door for his drink.

Second thoughts plagued her as she watched him finish the lawn, leave his mower at the back gate, and head toward her door. With the bright sun, he couldn’t see her standing to the side of the door when he knocked. Looking down at herself, she decided she couldn’t do it and quickly closed the robe over her enticing underwear.

“Hi, Bobby!” she chirped when he walked in the door she held open for him.

“Hello, Mrs. Martin! Thank you!” he said, accepting the drink she offered him every week.

He was surprised to find her dressed, or rather undressed, as she was, since usually, the most exciting thing she’d wear might be a tight blouse or a short skirt revealing more of her shapely legs than usual. After his recent experience with Linda, he wondered whether she might be after something similar.

“You look very … pretty today, Mrs. Martin,” he said with a bashful smile.

“Oh. Um, thank you, but you just caught me about to take a shower. How are you today, Bobby?”

“I’m doing good, ma’am! I finally got those stupid SATs out of the way last Saturday. Now I can concentrate on my lawn business and maybe save enough to go to the community college,” he replied, but couldn’t help looking her up and down, her state of undress arousing, if not overtly sexy.

Julie noticed his appraisal of her appearance, and her breathing quickened. She looked down, avoiding his gaze, but couldn’t avoid the feeling between her legs. She lifted her eyes only to see if he was still looking, but as her eyes scanned up his body, she saw the lump in his shorts; the huge lump running down the leg of his shorts. Linda hadn’t mentioned that!

Linda had also led her to believe that all they’d done was pleasure each other orally, describing Bobby’s efforts as inexperienced, yet the way he was looking at her now seemed to belie that assessment.

“I should go,” Bobby finally said, feeling like he was making her uncomfortable, dressed as she was. He’d gained a little knowledge of intimacy from Linda, but not enough for him to make any advances on his own. Still, he wondered.

“No!” she said a little too forcefully, her growing lust changing her mind once again. “Um. You’ve seemed much happier and more talkative lately, Bobby. I just wondered if … maybe … you liked, you know … you liked seeing me?” she stammered while loosening the robe’s belt and letting it fall open enough to see her bright red underwear.

“Oh! Wow! I … do like seeing you, ma’am. You’re very pretty! And you’ve always been so nice to me!” he said, his eyes wide at the sight of her reveal. She moved a step closer, letting the robe open further, her large tits spilling out of the too-small bra, catching his eye. He wasn’t sure enough of himself to start anything and figured if she wanted him, she’d lead him like Linda had.

Her reluctance had disappeared at the sight of the long, thick sausage growing in the tight shorts that only magnified its size and revived the memory of carefree, salacious sex.

His breathing quickened when she took another step closer and let the robe fall to the floor. ‘Oh my God!’ he thought when she was close enough to put one hand on his chest while the other stroked his dick over his shorts.

“Maybe we can make each other a lot happier? Hm? Would you like that, Bobby?” she asked, licking her lips while her hand slid between his legs to cradle his sac in her palm.

“Oh! Um, yes, ma’am!”

“Good! Come with me!” she said, taking his hand and leading him into her bedroom, where the sheets and bedspread had been removed so she could quickly remove and wash the fitted sheet when they made a mess. “Stand right here,” she directed, positioning him at the end of the bed where she could push him down onto it when she was ready. “I saw you looking at these, Bobby!” she said, reaching around back to open the clasp of her bra and smiling lasciviously at the look on his face when her bra fell to the floor.

“Oh my God, ma’am! They’re … they’re beautiful!”

“Go ahead. You can touch them if you want! Mmm, and squeeze them gently! Oh yeah! Ooo, that’s good! Have you ever had a pair of big tits like these in your hands, Bobby?”

“No! Not even close, ma’am!” he lied a little as Linda’s were the biggest he’d ever handled by a significant margin, but these were a bit bigger.

“Call me Julie, okay, Bobby?” he nodded without taking his eyes off his hands manipulating the yielding flesh. “You can lick them if you want. Most men like to suck on them, too! Ooo!” she squeaked when his lips were suddenly closing over a pointy nipple. “Ohh yeah! That’s it!” she sighed as she fed him each in turn, stuffing her erect nips into his mouth.

Bobby took each tit as it was offered, disbelieving that it was happening at all. ‘What’re the odds?’ he questioned himself. Two beautiful women, both customers, both often alone, and both wanting to make his dreams come true. His body jerked when he felt her hand stroking him again, but with a tighter grip and more pressure. He moaned into the tit in his mouth.

“My turn, Bobby!” she said as her tongue ran across her upper lip.

Dropping to her knees, she opened the button and zipper of the tight little shorts that made his manhood so enticing. Grabbing the waist, she pulled them down, his sweaty briefs having to be peeled away from his body, but she stopped for a moment with wide eyes when his cock sprang up, hitting her in the face.

“Holy fuck, Bobby!” she cried as she saw it was even bigger than it looked in his pants.

“What? What’s wrong?” he said, thinking he should keep up his innocent act of modesty, but also to keep Linda’s secret. “Oh my … oh my God! What’re you doing?”

“Christ, Bobby!” she cried, momentarily taking her mouth off one of the biggest cocks she’d ever seen. “You’d better keep this hidden better!” The swollen knob in her mouth recalled days in college when she was known for her licking and sucking prowess. “The girls won’t leave you alone if they know you’ve got this in your pants!”

“That feels really good, Mrs. Martin … I mean, Julie!” he said, noting a pleasurable difference to the way Linda had done it.

“Let’s get these out of the way, shall we?” she said, pulling his pants down to his ankles. He noticed she was having trouble getting them over his size 13 sneakers, so, using a heel and toe maneuver, he pulled them off, stepping out of his pants as each foot lifted.

Her hands glided up his muscular thighs as she rose to her knees again, turning to get a peek at his ass, smiling through a bitten lip when she took his cheeks in her hands.

“Mmm, you’ve a cute, little butt, too, Bobby!” she said, just before his cock found its way back into her mouth.

“Oh! Um. Thank you?” he replied, having no idea what Linda, and now Julie, saw that made his butt ‘cute.’ “Oh my God, Julie!” he cried when he felt the tip of his cock tightly constricted, and looking down at the beautiful woman, he noticed she’d taken much more of it in her mouth than Linda had. He pulled away when he heard her gag once.

“It’s okay! Hasn’t anyone ever taken this incredible cock in their throat before?” she asked while her hands filled in temporarily for her mouth.

“No! Only one girl,” he started his lie as Linda was hardly a ‘girl,’ “has put it in her mouth before, but not like that! Oh, Julie!” he gasped when she resumed in earnest.

As if to prove something, she took him even further into her throat, but only briefly as she had him fucking her face. One hand acted as a control to keep him from going too far, while the other, still cradling his balls, managed to reach a finger to his rear entry, teasing with a rimming motion.

“Julie! Julie, I’m gonna … gonna cum!” he warned, his body straining with the effort to hold it in for her, but she didn’t seem to care as she doubled down. “Ohhh! Here it comes, Julie!” he warned one last time before he felt his pulsing cock shoot its load into her smiling mouth. “Oh, Ju … oh, my … hoh! Hoh!” he gasped as he shook, with shock waves passing through his body, helped by her mouth still playing with the tip and hands stroking to prolong the experience.

“Good boy!” she offered after standing. With her arms around his neck, she pulled him into a rapidly arousing kiss.

Bobby enjoyed the kiss, her wet and slightly salty lips like heaven upon his. Forgetting his innocent act for a moment, his hands, which had been on her back, slid down to gently caress her ass, not quite covered by her shiny panties.

“Mmm, that feels good! Would you like to take my panties off?” she asked. His reply was to kneel, hook his fingers into the tight elastic waist, and slowly pull them down.

First, a perfectly trimmed triangle of wispy blonde hair greeted his eyes, and below that, a pair of glossy, swollen lips formed a tight slit that hid more sexy bits within. As he peeled her panties away from it, tendrils of her creamy syrup stretched an inch or two before breaking. He groaned involuntarily at the alluring sight.

“Why don’t you kiss it?” she said, looking down at a face like a boy presented with his first ice cream sundae. “Ohh! Oh, Bobby!” she gasped as his lips kissed hers several times, gently sucking them in with each.

He returned to her panties, sliding them down her legs and removing each side as she stepped out of them. Both naked now, he stood to face her, and she felt his cock poking her belly. She looked down to see him growing again, fondly recalling the energetic wonders of youth.

“Have you ever licked a girl’s pussy?” she asked, grabbing his ass and pulling him into her, wanting to feel it grow as it pressed against her body.

“Just once. But I don’t think I was very good at it,” he replied with a half-truth, as Linda had clearly enjoyed it once she showed him what to do.

“Well then, let’s see if I can teach you how to do it better!” she said, grabbing his almost hard dick and pushing him back toward the bed. “Lie down on the bed, Bobby. On your back, in the middle!”

She could feel her arousal, dripping down her leg as she thought about sitting on the boy’s face. It had been too many months since Ethan had let her stuff her pussy in his mouth from above. The sight of his cock, standing tall and proud, had another drip running down the other leg as she thought about riding it. While she’d had a guy who was about Bobby’s size, she’d been the one underneath when he fucked her, so this would be a new experience for her as well.

She climbed on the bed, walking on her knees beside his prone body. She stroked his upstanding cock once as she passed it, and stopped to kneel when she reached his shoulders.

“We’re gonna do something called facesitting, okay?” she asked as she ran a hand over his bare chest.

“You’re going to sit on my face?” he asked with alarm.

“It’s not what you think. I’m actually going to kneel over … well, why don’t I just show you?” she said, thinking a description of it wouldn’t sound any better to her inexperienced lover who’d never done it.

Rising on her knees again, she lifted one leg over his chest to sit on it. His concern didn’t disappear, but she liked the look on his face when presented with her pussy inches from his mouth, her spread legs causing the major lips to part enough to reveal her inner folds.

“Did you like licking that girl’s pussy?” she asked, squirming to animate her lips for him.

“Yes, I liked the taste, and she did get very excited about it!” he replied, his eyes glued to her crotch, so close and yet so far.

“Well then, let’s give you a taste as well, shall we?” Rising off his chest, she positioned her pussy directly over his mouth and dropped to just barely reaching his lips. “Oh yeah!” she sighed as he closed the gap, running his tongue up and down her slit.

“You taste good, too, Julie!” he said before returning to his warm, wet snack.

He didn’t find it all that different from when he bent over Linda with his face in her crotch. ‘It’s just a matter of who’s on top,’ he thought as he kissed, licked, and sucked her delicious pussy, until …

“Oh, Bobby, that’s good! Keep doing that!” she pleaded as her hips started rocking back and forth over his face.

Suddenly, she was actively involved as he felt her pressing against his face, pushing him into the mattress. As her movements became more animated, his nose and chin were fair game, painting his face with her juice, and taking control as she ground her seething wet pussy into his face. He now understood the description of ‘sitting’ as he felt like an object, an adult toy perhaps, against which her pussy, with a life of its own, could satisfy itself.

“Oh God, Bobby!” she cried as her rocking turned to trembling. “Eat my cunt! C’mon, eat me, Bobby!”

For the second time, he heard that vulgar word and, as before, it spurred him to action. His hands, having lain by his side until now, reached up and grabbed her ass, pushing her forward against his face, now lifted off the bed’s surface.

“Oh fuck!” she cried, trapped between his hands and his face until it hit like a ton of bricks.

Falling forward onto her hands to support her, she savored a climax that was so far beyond any her husband had managed to deliver in months. With her young lover still munching on her pussy, her body shuddered every few seconds with aftershocks, or lesser orgasms; she didn’t care which.

“Oh my … oh fuck, Bobby! Don’t let … anyone tell you … you’re not … good at that!” she gasped with panting breaths.

She slid down his body to sit on his belly and bent forward to shower him with kisses, tasting herself in the process. He tried to kiss back, but her mouth moved all over his sticky, wet face, only occasionally landing on his mouth again. The taste of her pussy only drove her on to want more.

“I liked that, Julie!” he said between quick touches of her mouth to his. “I hope we can do it again sometime? But I need to get back to work. I have a bunch of …” he started, yet disappointed that it seemed like it was over.

“NO!” she practically screamed. “No, not until you fuck me with this huge cock!” she demanded as she slid further back until she felt it against her ass. Rising up on her knees and reaching between her legs, she took hold of his more-than-ready cock. “Don’t you want to fuck me? Hm? Ram this rock-hard cock into my hungry – tight – dripping – wet – pussy?” she said, emphasizing each descriptive adjective.

She didn’t wait for an answer, guiding him in and pushing further back until she could sit up, then lower herself onto his shaft.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” she repeated as he plumbed depths that hadn’t been reached in years.

“Oh, Julie! I’ve never felt anything like it!” he cried, letting her believe she was taking his virginity, but loving the feeling of her posting on his dick like a jockey on a horse. Regardless of who was doing the work, the incredible feeling of slithering into her pussy, caressing his cock within her velvety smooth sheath, was as fantastic as it was with Linda.

Rocking her hips as she rode had the fabulous effect of his cock pushing alternately on the front and back walls of her tight tunnel. If she rose high enough and tilted her hips just so, he’d hit her G-spot on the way back in. Her ‘Oh fuck’ mantra continued at ever higher pitches as her pace increased and her climax accelerated toward her.

“Oh God, Bobby! Fuck me!” she cried as her movements became more limited. “Oh! Ohh! Ohhh! Ahhhmmm!” she moaned when she came again. Tremors throughout her body had her falling forward again, this time with her hands on Bobby’s chest, her nails digging into the flesh.

A little further from his climax, he took up the slack, ‘ramming’ his cock into her frothing pussy as she had suggested. He loved watching his dick disappearing inside her and reappearing with trails of her pearly nectar smeared on it, while Julie was reduced to squeaks and high-pitched wails.

If she could think clearly, she wouldn’t believe what was happening. It had been years since she’d felt anything approaching such orgasmic heights, and another was threatening with him still hammering her newly reawakened pussy.

Finding new reserves of untapped energy, his cock was a blur by the time he came, roaring his male pride as he pumped his seed into her.

“Oh my fucking God, Bobby!” she yelled as another summit was reached before she’d fully descended from the first.

Her body fell atop his, sharing her trembling body with him, with her cheek to his chest. She could hear his heart pumping madly as his cock glided, slowly now, within her pussy, still sparking like a live wire. She felt his arms wrap around her, bringing a comfort that had been absent too long.

Their bodies had both relaxed, yet they still felt a connection when she lifted her head off his chest to see his gently smiling face, joy and gratitude evident in his blue eyes. She tilted her head up with puckered lips and was rewarded with his, soft and tender, intended to show his wonder at what she’d given him.

They’d rolled to their sides and had been holding each other for longer than either had expected, when he gently reminded her that he needed to get back to work. She accepted it this time and gave him a quick kiss before releasing her arms from around him, allowing him to get up and climb off the bed.

She directed him to the bathroom to wash ‘her’ off his face, then watched him as he dressed, although with just underwear and his shorts, it didn’t take very long. She sat next to him on the bed’s edge while he put his sneakers back on. He kissed her again before standing and moving toward the door.

“Don’t forget your drink!” she said, adding after he’d picked it up, “I hope you’ll come back next week for another?” She left ‘another’ open-ended for him to interpret.

“I’ll be back next week … Mrs. Martin,” he said, returning to his role as the lawn boy, but his tone suggested he’d added another service for the beautiful woman.

She sighed deeply when he walked out the door. The contentment of a fabulous afternoon quickie still in mind, she also wondered what the future would look like. She didn’t doubt for a moment that she still loved her husband, but wondered if he’d notice when she adopted his laid-back attitude about sex. As long as she had a regular fix from the lusty lawn boy!

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Looks like Bobby might need to update his lawn service brochure to include servicing horny housewives! I hope you're enjoying his 'education'! Be sure to 'Like,' 'Favorite,' and comment if you did and ... THANKS FOR READING!!