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Stephen, Jim and I fell into a nice routine in the week following Rhonda?s visit. Both my men were well satisfied, and we were all enjoying the excitement of our trysts. I was certainly getting adequate attention, and admiration, from both of my lovers. I was a very happy lady.Stephen believed that he had fallen even more deeply in love with me. He was absolutely smitten with his ?older woman?. His libido and stamina were of mythical proportions. And, it seemed that anytime he found himself alone with me, he was perpetually erect, much like a satyr that you might read about in Greek mythology.And, Jim was thoroughly enjoying my torrid affair vicariously. Every night, Jim hung on every word as I described my afternoon with Stephen. I would lie under my husband as I related the afternoon?s activities in graphic detail until he came inside me; which fortunately did not take long when he was stimulated with mental images I created of his naughty wife and her teenage lover.I was reveling in the increased attention of my two men. While I certainly enjoyed the physical aspects of my situation, it was the emotional fulfillment that left me feeling more desirable, sexier, and more loved, than I can ever remember.Both men believed me to be the most beautiful, sexiest, most desirable woman on the planet. Who was I to argue? And, I loved being adored by them.Rhonda was right about one thing; every woman needed a teenage lover!Everything seemed to be going quite well.I had not spoken to Rhonda since she left last Saturday afternoon. I knew that my friendship with Rhonda would survive. In fact, I had come to realize that my little jealous fit was childish and unfair to her. After all, I called her and invited her to come back to my house to 'play with Stephen'. I had no right to be irritated or upset with her. And, I knew that I would get over my residual resentment soon.As I had promised Stephen, I visited my OB-GYN to get a prescription for birth control pills. Stephen?s and my ?activity? had become regular enough that it was time to move past depending on a condom as a barrier.I have to admit, it felt a little awkward asking my doctor for oral contraceptives since I had previously told him of Jim?s vasectomy; but he was quite professional, and neither my OB-GYN nor I mentioned that pesky little fact during my visit.I was looking forward to Stephen being able to take me without the inconvenience of a latex sheathe. I was determined to match Rhonda?s ability to offer Stephen this intimacy: skin-to-skin contact. And, I wanted the psychological fulfillment of allowing my teenage lover to deposit his semen inside of me. For some reason, carrying his precious ?nectar? inside my womb was terribly appealing. I wanted to feel him seeping out of me after we made love. And, I wanted this visual, physical proof to show Jim just how naughty his wife was being with her teenage lover.Stephen knew that the following Monday was the magic day, seven days after I started on the pill. The week of anticipation seemed to drag on forever for my young, anxious lover; but finally, our ?special day? arrived. When he left for school that morning, he confirmed with me that this afternoon he might be allowed to enter me without protection.I smiled at him coyly and teased, ?I guess that all depends on whether or not you are a good boy today. We?ll have to see if I think you deserve a treat this afternoon.?I could see his cock bulging in the front of his pants as we discussed the possibilities of that afternoon. I honestly do not know which of us was more excited by the prospect of this increased level of intimacy.I was deeply distracted all day. I felt my vagina leaking into the gusset of my panties and I was extremely ?aware? of my pulse in my clitoris as I tried to carry on various duties until Stephen arrived home. I wondered if Stephen was having a similar problem at school. I smiled at the prospect that he would be sporting a partial ?stiffy? all day thinking about me.I finally arrived home late afternoon following a luncheon at the country club. As I came in the front door, I stopped momentarily in front of a floor length mirror in the entry way. I paused to survey my appearance. I confess, I was pleased with what I saw. And, more importantly, I was confident that Stephen would be pleased as well.I was wearing a blue, halter-type, print dress with a pleated skirt that reached a few inches below my knees. While form fitting, and flattering to my petite figure, the dress was not overly revealing or inappropriate, but it was quite ?sexy?.I esat escort bayan realized that I had developed a slightly different attitude over the past few weeks; and it was affecting how I felt, and how I dressed. I had been feeling particularly sexy since Stephen entered my life. Today, I wore dress boots that came up above my calf (just below my knee). They had three-inch heels. Jim called these boots my ?FMBs?, or fuck me boots. He says they draw attention to me ?bodacious bubble butt?, as he calls it.Normally, I would not wear boots to a luncheon at the country club, but the high heels just fit with the way I was feeling: sexy and more desirable!These were not spiked heels, but they did add several inches to my frame. And, they made standing for extended period of time somewhat uncomfortable. But Jim is right, they do make my ass look wonderful.Since I have very nice, shapely legs. I seldom wear hose. Today was no exception. Under my print blue dress, I wore only a pair of rather sheer, pale blue bikini panties. And despite the fact that my pleated, halter-style dress had a thin, built-in bra of sorts, the gentle sway of my smallish breasts and the outline of my permanently erect nipples were fairly evident.Yes, objectively speaking, I was not ?hard on the eyes?.* Not by a long shot. I decided not to change out of my outfit; I looked good, and wanted Stephen to get the benefit of my appearance on this special day.It was a few minutes before 4:00. Stephen?s basketball practice typically lasted until 5:15 or so, so I did not expect him home for another hour, at the earliest. I was anxious and nervous, and a bit jittery. I had a burst of nervous energy and decided to straighten up the kitchen to kill some time.I was at the kitchen sink, rinsing the previous night?s dishes and stacking them in the dishwasher. Over the sink was a large bay window that overlooked the front lawn and the street in front of our home. I saw Stephen walking up the driveway and felt a slight quickening of my pulse knowing my young lover was home. The clock over the stove read 4:11; it was an hour earlier than I was expecting him.I felt strangely nervous, much like a school girl preparing for a special date as my young lover entered through the backdoor.?You?re home early,? I said in a questioning tone.?Coach let me skip practice. I told him I wasn?t feeling well,? he replied, in a sheepish, but playful manner.?Stephen?we talked about this," I admonished.?I know, I know?but I couldn?t wait to get home. I?ve been waiting for a week.?I tried to maintain a stern, disapproving look, but his ?hang dog demeanor?, and feigned, sad ?puppy dog eyes? were just too damned cute. A smirk came over my face as I said, ?I guess today is a special day. But only today, right??He crossed his heart and said, ?only today?scout?s honor.?With my hands still wet and soapy in the sink, Stephen came up behind me, hugged me and reached around and caressed my breast. My nipple hardened immediately to his touch. I worried that anyone looking in from the street could see this young man feeling me up. But with my hands wet and covered with soap suds, I could not easily push his hand away.Panicked, I immediately looked out through the large bay window over the sink.I often enjoyed looking out, watching the people who walked or jogged by as I stood at the kitchen sink. The passers-by often looked in and waved a friendly ?hello? as I stood at the window. I enjoyed the view and the people watching. However, I was not prepared to be fondled by my teenage neighbor as people strolled by.?Stephen, don?t. There are people out on the street who can see in here.?But Stephen was not deterred.?No one will see,? he replied defiantly. ?It?s okay,? as he continued to tease my nipple despite the fact anyone looking in from the street could witness him fondling me.There was something in his demeanor that was different, a bit unusual. Stephen had a confident swagger, almost cocky. He was sporting a smirk that had me a bit confused. Yet, I found his new assertiveness strangely appealing.He slowly spun me around to face him, and kissed me passionately. I could feel his erection growing against my abdomen as I stretched up my arms around his neck to return his kisses. I was still concerned that anyone on the street could see this teenager kissing me, but in some strange way, the danger of being seen was arousing me.Stephen broke off our kiss and then knelt down directly in front of me. Kneeling in front of me, he began to reach up under my dress. Escort etimesgut I stopped him, held his hands, and asked, ?What are you doing???I just want to see just how wet my one kiss has made you.? Stephen replied. I held his hands, still trapped under my skirt for a moment as I pondered my next move. Stephen stared at me, confident and patient. He seemed to simply know how I would respond.As I have told you in previous stories, I have always been susceptible to any man to whom I was attracted both physically and mentally, and who assumed an assertive role with me. I just seem to submit to their instruction and wishes. I do not seem to be able to help myself. I do not know how Stephen seemed to sense this, but he was starting to figure this aspect of me out, and he was assuming a more assertive demeanor with me.Stephen?s increased confidence and assertiveness both aroused and scared me. I feared that as Stephen discovered how vulnerable I truly was to his assertiveness, he would place me in increasingly dangerous and risky situations. I was soon to discover how right I was.I knew I did not want to start our sexual interlude here in broad daylight, in front of this large kitchen bay window; yet I was responding to his dominant approach.I surmised that anyone looking in from the street could only see me from the waist up, and could not see Stephen kneeling in front of me. Yet, I wondered what if they could see Stephen?s head and shoulders? And, if they could, what would they think was happening?Yes, the very thought both scared and excited me.After a moment?s hesitation, I released his hands and stood there, not quite knowing what else to do. I was scared, yet excited by the danger of letting Stephen touch me here in front of a large window.Stephen slowly ran his hand up under my dress on the outside of my thighs, hooked his fingers in the waistband of my pale blue panties and gently pulled them to the floor excruciatingly slowly, over my ass, down across my thighs, over the tops of my boots, to my feet. His motions were slow enough that I realized he was teasing me as he removed my underwear. As he brought them past my ankles, I stepped out of them, one foot at a time, allowing him to remove them fully over my boots.I glanced over my shoulder to see a group three of my neighbors gathered to visit on the sidewalk right in front of my house, only few feet away.?Stephen, stop. There are people in front of the house,? I pleaded, my voice cracking nervously with excitement.?It?s okay, they can?t see anything,? he replied, confidently. I closed my eyes, too embarrassed to look out at them as I was being teased. I knew I should stop this nonsense right now, but I really did not have the strength or power to do anything other than comply.The smooth silky material of my dress felt strangely cool on my bare ass as I stood there motionless. Stephen examined my panties for a brief instant; I knew my wetness in the crotch was obvious. He brought them up to his nose to inhale my sexual aroma with obvious pleasure. I found this act itself terribly exciting.?I love your scent Cindy. I just love it,? he said as he folded my panties and placed them neatly on the counter next to me.Without my panties, but while still wearing my dress, I felt more exposed than if I were naked.Stephen, still kneeling in front of me, placed his right hand under my skirt on my inner thigh and looked up at me. I looked down at him, blushing deeply, I understood what he wanted me to do.I looked out through the window at the small crowd still huddled on the curb. They were visiting among themselves, and were not directly looking at me. I closed my eyes, too embarrassed to look out at them as I was being fondled. I really did not have the strength or power to do anything other than comply. This teenager had my number.I took a deep breath, and obediently spread my legs slightly, allowing Stephen?s hand to move further up my inner thigh until he reached my swollen vulva.* Fumbling for just a slight second, Stephen carefully separated the moist lips of my labia, exposing my engorged clitoris to his touch.* His first contact of my rigid 'little nubbin' sent shiver through my core.* A slight moan escaped my lips as I quivered slightly at his touch.* I opened my eyes, momentarily to glance over my shoulder through the large window. One of the men standing on the curb looked up, and smiled directly at me. I forced a return smile and nodded my head ever so slightly, acknowledging his gaze.I was pretty sure he could etlik escort not see anything that was happening below my waist, but still, his smile and the unusual nature of his stare were a bit unsettling. Could he see Stephen?s head and shoulders as he knelt in front of me?I could feel my face flush and my cheeks burn bright crimson. My face felt as if it were on fire I was blushing so deeply. I understood that I was being teased, as I stood there spreading my legs for my young lover to access my most private parts as neighbors casually walked by, occasionally glancing in at me.Several more neighbors passed by, glancing up and saw me standing in front of the window, completely unaware that just out of sight, my young lover was teasing my wet vagina and clitoris. A couple of the passers-by waved at me as Stephen?s fingers slowly separated the outer folds of my labia. I waved back weakly, as I could feel my pussy leaking down my inner thighs from the excitement I was feeling right now.Stephen had touched me like this before, but somehow this was different, Stephen was instructing me to stand there, as he slowly touched me in front of a large window; it was a demonstration of a unique control that he was rapidly developing over me, and I sensed that I was becoming powerless to resist him.He ran his fingers up and down my slit, paying particular attention to my now erect and sensitive clitoris. I stood there, biting my lower lip, occasionally glancing out at the walkers and joggers passing by, hoping that they could not detect what was happening to me, and hoping they were not aware of my state of arousal.At times, I could not bring myself to look out the window to determine whether or not I had an audience. Other times, I just had to take a quick peak.I would make a slight moan involuntarily every time he his fingers contacted my clitoris. ?You are very wet, Cindy.? He started to slide his fingers inside of me.?Stephen, please, we can?t do this here?let?s go into the bedroom away from this window.? I panted. But rather than push his hands away from me, I squatted down ever so slightly to give him better access to my vagina. I knew then, as I am admitting now, that my physical actions of encouragement again contradicted any words of discouragement I uttered.Standing with my legs apart, while wearing boots with three-inch heels, and squatting slightly to open myself up for Stephen?s probing fingers was difficult and I started to topple forward a bit. And, while my boots were uncomfortable, wearing them added to my feeling of submission, making me feel slightly restrained, and vulnerable.This feeling of submission, vulnerability, aroused me.I reached out and balanced myself by placing each of my hands on Stephen?s shoulders as his fingers found my wet opening and entered me for yet another exploration of my womanhood. He was right; I was wet, very wet. He quickly had one, then two fingers inside me. He again curled his two fingers back towards himself, deep inside me, massaging the front wall of my vagina, deep inside me at my g-spot. I was responding just as he hoped, or knew, I would. The exposure of being fingered in front of the window, coupled with Stephen?s assertive control aroused me deeply.I found myself squatting deeper and opening my legs wider, all the while begging him to move this action away from the window and into the more private setting of the basement bedroom, ?Oh, baby, please, let?s go downstairs?..please don't make me cum while these people are watching me?.But I did not try to actually stop him. I could not bring myself to attempt to push away or remove his hand. I do not know if it was the pleasure of his touch, the excitement of the neighbors passing by just outside my window, or my need to submit to his instructions that kept me from attempting to stop this assault on my pussy; probably all three. I just know that I did not, or could not, do anything to stop, or even discourage him. I was becoming very aroused. I could feel the orgasm building up inside of me.?Stephen, you?re going to make me cum, and the neighbors are right there?, I warned. I was rocking my hips in a synchronized motion to the internal massage Stephen was giving my pussy, continuing to steady myself by holding on to his massive shoulders, balancing myself on the three-inch heels of my boots as I squatted deeper and deeper to allow my young lover full access to my very wet, and very open vagina. I remember wishing that I had had the good sense to remove these damn boots when I came home tonight.I looked out towards the street, and one man seemed to be particularly interested in me, staring at me with a confused, but interested look. He seemed to know something was up, but I suspected that he did not really understand what was happening. I closed my eyes again, ignoring my one-man audience for the moment.