This story can only be found bundled with the Erotic Novella “Impulse”
Let me tell you about something that happened to me recently. It was one of hottest things I’ve ever done and I wont forget it for a long time, maybe not ever.
I’ve been married to a wonderful man for seventeen years now. Steve and I bought our first home together in the summer of 2001, in a small town in Quebec. Last summer, I got a job as a barmaid at our local bar and met some very interesting characters. This story is about one of them.
When I first laid eyes on Brian, I immediately noticed how much he resembled Justin Timberlake. He was tall and slim, with a head of blond curly hair, and had his ears and eyebrow pierced. Needless to say, he was hot. It made no difference to me that he was only 18 years old; in fact, I think that turned me on even more. I have always been attracted to men much younger than myself, and I was Brian’s senior by just a little over 20 years.
He would hang out at the bar almost every night. It was nice to have some company when I was stuck working on the slower nights, and there was never a dull moment when he was around. Anytime he got close to me, I could feel my heart race and my palms would get wet, not to mention how it affected other regions of my body. He didn’t have any parents here to speak of, but worked for a company that did seasonal work. Eventually, he just didn’t have enough money to keep frequenting the bar and I gradually saw less and less of him.
A few months later, my husband Steve got a phone call from Brian. He was working at a plastic factory in the evenings, but he didn’t start until midnight so he still had most of his evenings free.
One Wednesday night, Brian called Steve and asked him if he wanted to go out. They must have had a great time because they didn’t get home until about 4 am. I didn’t get to talk to Steve much when they came in, but we had quite an interesting conversation the next morning. He said that the two of them had been discussing the possibility of a threesome, and hubby had come very close to allowing it to happen that night.
I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
Brian spent the night on our couch, and I was left alone with him the following day while Steve was at work and the kids were at school. Every time I looked at him I thought about how close we came to actually having sex. I couldn’t think of anything else for the entire day. I don’t know if I’d ever been so turned on! He went home that evening, and I had honestly thought that my window of opportunity was now closed…and that Steve wouldn’t ever get into “that” kind of mood again. While taking Brian home, he asked me if I would ask Steve for him, if he could stay with us for a few days. Seems that his landlord wanted him out and he didn’t have anywhere else to go at the time. Oh, boy.
Steve picked Brian up the next day and temporarily moved him into our basement. Now was the real test. Could I look at him day after day and not touch? Did I have that kind of willpower? Only time would tell, as I secretly hoped that Steve would again get into the “mood” that he was in the week before.
Wednesday morning already, and Brian was back on his feet and heading home the next day. Steve and I had been having tremendous sex because of all the tension, and we were both a little sorry that Brian was leaving so soon. I still had the small hope that something might happen before he left…but as the day and evening wore on, my hopes got dimmer and dimmer. I was alone at the house and hadn’t heard from either of them.
Frustrated, I called Steve on his cell. He had just found Brian and they were having a beer at the bar and would be home soon. Great, I thought. His last night here and they are going to spend it at the local bar getting tanked. I had just about given up hope at this point and resigned myself to getting ready for bed…alone.
I prepared my bath and got into the hot tub. The warm water felt wonderful as I felt the stresses of the day dissipate. I had been horny all day, so I didn’t think twice about letting my hands roam down to my pussy…and lay there in the tub gently stroking myself, thinking about how things could have been so much more interesting. After awhile I was starting to feel a little down at missing this great opportunity, so I got out and dried off. Just as I was finishing up, Steve called and said that they would be home soon. He also said that after giving it much thought, and given the fact that Brian was leaving in the morning, he might just allow me to have a little fun with him. Oh…my…god. Was he finally going to allow this to happen? And with ALL the people I knew, this young man had to be the hottest and sexiest of them all.