“Austin, could you come here a sec?”
If there’s one thing that breaks up this monotony, flirting with Austin should do it. Austin’s an intern with my husband’s company. Cliche, right? Let me explain: My husbands pretty high up in a big, important company, yada yada yada. We’ve been together for twenty-three years, since we were sixteen. Been married the last eleven. We were high school sweethearts. He was my first, I his, and we’ve been together ever since. Around four years ago, my husband had his big break – after ten years at a certain company in the Bay, he’d been moved up to an executive position, and we’ve been loving life in Los Gatos ever since.
I love my husband – he’s the hardest working, sexiest man I know, don’t get me wrong. But at the same time, I’m thirty-nine years old. I’ve always been a bit of a freak. Over the years, my husband and I have dabbled in swinging a little bit, some exhibitionism, domination, things like that. I definitely can’t say that our sex life is boring. Still, I just want…*more,* you know?
You only get one life to live. Like I said, I’m thirty-nine. I’m also in fantastic shape, at the risk of sounding arrogant (although I do have to mention I can squat 225, ass to grass). I love looking good; no one is a bigger fan of me than my husband. He keeps me looking good in designer clothes, I get steady manis, pedis, tans, lashes, lip fillers – you name something that can boost your appearance, I’m familiar with it. I am proud to say that I’ve only had one cosmetic surgery: got the boobs taken up to 36Ds when I was twenty-five. Thanks, hubby.
My point is that I still look good and I’m not getting any younger. When hubby and I go out, I can tell people – men – are looking at me. Of course it makes me feel good; everyone wants to feel validated, right? I’ve been doing a lot of thinking over the past couple of weeks, and I know that I want more. If I’m being honest, and, to be blunt: I want to be slutty. I want to have a lot of nasty, sweaty sex with a lot of good-looking guys (and maybe a girl or two). I’ve got a lot of years to make up for, to put it lightly.
I’d never do any of this without my husband knowing. Obviously, I know him well. He’d be over the moon about the idea. In fact, that’s why I haven’t brought it up yet. I need to be sure this is something I can do. It’s easy to think about alone, easy to say, ‘I could do that.’ An actual encounter, though? That might be a different story.
Which brings us back to poolside, with Austin. Like I said, Austin’s a grad student in the school of Business at the local, elite university (you know the one). He’s spending this quarter doing…something under my husband. Anyway, Austin’s been around the house a lot lately. Austin must be about twenty-four, tall and dark, with wide shoulders and what I assume is a firm chest and hard body. By now, he’d grown accustomed to my poolside sunbathing.
I’d been laying on my back for the last ten minutes, wondering if I should make a move or not. No, not a “Drop your pants and let me suck your cock” move. Hot as that’d be, it’s probably better saved for the movies. No, just something…vague. Open to interpretation. Something to make Austin think, “Is Gabriella…flirting with me?”
Now, Austin definitely finds me attractive. He’d introduced my husband to his girlfriend, Sasha. Sasha was a curvy little Latina, just like me. I’d also noticed him looking at me sunbathing more times than I count, which is understandable. Fuck it. I needed to have some fun. I called Austin over.
Austin, who’d been working on the patio, shut his computer and came over. “What’s up, Ella?” he asked. We’d had plenty of informal conversations before, and he looked so innocent as he stood over me.
“Come closer, you don’t have to stand across the yard,” I said. I was wearing one of my newer swimsuits, a basic, midnight blue two piece. Austin laughed and came closer, so he stood over me. I could feel my heart starting to beat a little faster. More importantly, for my women out there, you know that feeling when you’re just…horny? Like something hot, or forbidden, or sensual, or whatever you want to call it, is about to happen? That’s exactly how I felt as Austin came closer.
Austin looked down at me and smiled. I could tell he was a bit nervous. “You need anything?” he asked.
I made my move, careful to be as nonchalant as possible. I turned from my back to my stomach. I’ve been keeping it modest when Austin’s been around. Now this bikini bottom, however, left little to the imagination in the back (it was a g-string). “I’ve got *one* spot on my back that I can’t quite get with my tanning lotion, would you mind giving me a hand?”
I thought this was a pretty reasonable, realistic request. My husband’s done it plenty of times in front of Austin, so it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Apparently, he thought so too.
“Oh. Uh, yeah, for sure. Which spot?”
I guided Austin to the middle of my back, right under my bikini top’s straps. I was surprised. Austin was so smooth about the whole thing. He rubbed the lotion on my back without missing a beat. In fact, he was *too* smooth about it. I wanted to make him at least a little uncomfortable. Was he not turned on, even a bit?
I pressed further. “That feels really good, you could be a masseuse,” I joked, trying to keep it casual. Now, however, I took my leap of faith. “Austin, do you think you could get my legs? I’d do them but I’m very relaxed right now.”
Austin looked taken aback, but quickly recovered. “Uh, yeah, absolutely,” he said as he grabbed some more lotion. Austin ran his hands up and down my left leg. Again, very casual about everything. However, when Austin’s hands went up my right leg, they brushed against my ass. I felt Austin’s hand linger, very briefly, firmly on my cheek. He must have noticed this too, because he quickly took his hand away.
“Don’t,” I said quietly. “Don’t take it away.”
Austin looked at me, mouth open. He sure wasn’t comfortable now.
“What?”
“Austin, you know what. We both felt your hand. My ass? Neither of us are stupid. Touch it.”
Austin stared at me silently, so I continued.
“Come on, Austin. We’re not going to fuck. Nothing like that. I’m thirty-nine. I’ve seen you looking at me. My husband’s not around. We’re just having fun. I’m giving you the chance to rub my ass, nothing more, so would you like to? No’s cool too.”
After a few more seconds of awkward silence, Austin found his voice. “Uh, yeah,” he said. “I mean, when you put it like that, let’s do it.”
“Do you like my ass, Austin? Do you like my body?”
I watched Austin look at my body. “Of course. You’re so…thick, like, in the best way. I mean…this ass.”
Now, *this* is what I wanted. To see Austin drop the professional act, to see him look at me, at my body…I was turned *on.* I was *wet.* At this point, there was no use beating around the bush.
“Austin…would you fuck me? Right now, if I wanted you to?”
Austin and I looked each other in the eyes for a few seconds. Silence. Austin smiled. “Do you even have to ask?”
I giggled. Sexily, or so I hoped. “I love it. Let’s turn it down, baby. You’re going to rub some tanning lotion on my ass, feel it in your hands, and you’re going to finish your work, okay?”
Austin nodded. He reached for the lotion while I laid back down.
Now that everything was on the table, I could really enjoy Austin’s hands on me. Now he slowly, aggressively rubbed his hands up and down my cheeks. I have a firm, fat ass. Austin’s hands moved all around. He took one cheek in both hands and slowly rubbed. He took one cheek in each hand and gently pulled them apart. Remember, I only had a g-string on; Austin could undoubtably see my asshole as he spread me open. My mind wandered further still. As he spread me, I thought about how long it’s been since I’ve had a dick up my…
“M-maybe I should get back to work,” Austin said, bringing me back to reality.
“Right,” I said. Now I was the one flustered. “Thank you so much. Have fun?” I giggled.
Austin smiled as he stood back up. “Of course.”
Austin walked back to the patio and opened his computer back up, trying his best to keep it cool. I decided to head inside. This encounter was a lot to process. Before I walked in the door, I paused. I looked back. “Austin?” I said.
“Yeah?”
“Soon,” I said as I slide the door shut behind me.
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