Michelle, another hot wife

Hot Wife Michelle - My name is Michael and my wife’s name is Michelle. This story takes place last summer, and it can be best told by my wife.

Hello, my name is Michelle. Last summer my husband’s nephew turned 18. To celebrate, his family rented out an extremely large house with a pool and a lot of people stayed there for the weekend. I had been swimming for several hours and wanted to relax, so I told Michael I was going down to where we were staying to shower and take a nap. I went into our bedroom that had an adjoining bathroom and began to undress. I didn’t bother closing either door as the bathroom was around the corner and could not be seen from the hallway. We were also the only ones staying downstairs, and not a soul had come down the entire weekend, (two days so far). Once I had gotten my top off I sensed movement out of the corner of my eye and noticed my husband’s nephew’s friend had followed me downstairs and was watching me change.

He must have heard me tell my husband I was going to shower and had gotten curious. He was also 18 and had just turned it the month before my husband’s nephew did. I am 24 years old, with perky b-cup breasts as you can see from the pictures. I had caught him checking me out while I was swimming. He didn’t notice me notice him, so I made the effort to pretend like I hadn’t seen him peering at me through the slightly opened bathroom door. It felt so vulnerable and exciting to be topless with this young man staring at me. I knew my husband was turned on by the idea of showing me off, and we would often fantasize about me being with another man, it made for very good sex. So, I decided to give him a show and undress very slowly for him. I took time to dry my hair and my breasts, he must have been dying because the cold air from the central air had made my nipples stand out and I had goosebumps all over my chest both from the excitement and from the coldness.

I knew I was going to have to take my bottoms off, since I was getting prepared to jump in the shower, and this sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I turned toward the door and slowly slid my bottoms down. I couldn’t believe it, but I decided to place one leg on the counter while I dried off, it wasn’t too high, and I wanted him to get a GOOD look at what I had, luckily I had shaved that morning. I made sure to take care rubbing my pussy, but tried to make it subtle. After a while I realized this wasn’t very subtle at all and he was sure to know I knew he was there.

I looked down and saw that I was so wet it had begun to drip down my leg, the excitement was too much to bear.

I finally decided to give myself up, what’s the worst that could happen? I looked up and made eye contact with him, smiled seductively and winked. He took this as an open invitation and entered the bathroom. We stood silently for a while before I asked him if he had ever seen a naked woman before. He said he hadn’t ever in person, only in pictures and movies on the internet. We were silent for another long while as he stared at my naked body, my wetness had now made it’s way almost to my knee. After a while of him staring, he quietly and politely asked if he could touch me. My initial thought was to say no, but he was so shy, quiet and polite that I couldn’t. I told him he could touch my breasts, but nothing more. He took them gently in his hands and lightly caressed them. He already had a hard-on as his swimming trunks did not hide it very well. He massaged my breasts for a time before beginning to pinch and roll my nipples, I was getting wetter and wetter. He then asked if he could kiss them, again, very politely, I kindly declined, and he apologized and turned bright red. I told him it was okay, I wasn’t mad, and it was natural to be curious and to want to do things like that.

I think he would have played with my breasts all day if I hadn’t stopped him. I told him he’d better get back to the party, and he said he couldn’t go back out there in his current condition, tilting his head down to his bulge. I told him he could close the door and “take care of his problem” in the bathroom. He pleaded with me to at least stay while he did it. I didn’t know if anyone else would be coming down, and I thought it would be awkward if someone did and we both came out of the bathroom. I thought we had to get this done as fast as possible, and I knew the quickest way to do that. I undid the string on his swimming shorts and pulled them down to his knees. To my surprise, he let them slide the rest of the way down his legs and stepped out of them. He stood there naked with me in our bathroom. If anyone came down and saw I would have had some explaining to do.

I looked down at his unit which was entirely shaved, and was rather small and thin, only about five or six inches long, and not very thick at all. I took it in my hand and began rubbing him. He immediately grabbed onto my breasts again, this time a lot more rough than the first. He began pinching and twisting my nipples, which I LOVE! And I accidentally let out a slight moan as he twisted them. He took that as encouragement and twisted them harder. I was able to hold back more moaning, though just barely. I stroked him for about five minutes before I heard people coming into the house. I asked him if he was close to cumming and he breathlessly said, “yeah.” I asked him how much longer and his response was, “five minutes.” I knew I couldn’t wait that long. It was only a matter of time before someone would come looking for him.

I silently walked across the room and closed and locked the bedroom door, then led him by the hand to the bed and had him sit on the edge of it. I dropped to my knees in front of him and the look on his face was priceless, full of gratitude and disbelief. I gently kissed and licked his shaft as it began to twitch. I licked his balls gently, then took them in my mouth one at a time and sucked them gently, I had to get him ready, I needed him to finish fast. I licked the tip of it gently and caressed it with my tongue. Finally I took him in my mouth and began sucking. He was quite small, and I could easily get his whole shaft in my mouth without much effort, which is something I could never do with my husband. At first I went fast, but I realized there was no need as it was pulsing and twitching in my mouth. I could tell he was trying to hold back, so I told him not to, and then continued more slowly and deliberately.

After only about another minute I could feel his penis tremble in my mouth and I prepared myself as he shot load after load into my mouth. It was so much that I had to swallow two mouthfuls, and there was still more. Some came out of my mouth landing on my chin, on his foot and onto the floor. I cleaned my chin off with my index finger and cleaned that off with my mouth, then I did the same with what was on his foot and finally the left overs on the floor.

I stroked him a couple more times to get the rest of the cum out and I cleaned that off with my tongue, he shuddered at the pleasure, and I did a few more deep up and downs with my mouth, just to see him squirm some more. :-) When I was finished I licked him from base to tip and kissed the top of his penis before standing up.

I placed my hands on my hips and said, “now you can go back to party.” He thanked me, put his shorts back on and quickly left the room. I quickly put shorts and a tank top on and went to find my husband, I needed sex ASAP! My legs were soaked from the events that took place. I found him, told him what happened and we immediately had the best sex we’ve EVER had.

There was still roughly 36 hours left of the weekend and I thought he would try to get me to give him head again, or maybe even more. But he was quiet and even more shy and awkward around me. It was cute! About a week later he friended me on Facebook and I accepted. He messages me every once in a while and is flirty and more bold online. I think he wants a repeat performance, or maybe even to fuck me. I’m not sure if that will ever happen, as this seemed to be only a one time thing. But the past is history, the future’s a mystery and that’s why they call it “the present.” If anything more happens with him I’ll be sure to let you know.

Michael again, so that’s her story. I though it was extremely hot and I only wish I could have gotten pictures of it.