Unhappily married woman (32) finds comfort with her older husbands nephew (19)

After 12 years of marriage to a much older man, Lizi has been growing tired of his uncaring and often abusive behaviour. He would talk down to her and insult her regularly, including when his 19 year-old nephew, Dean, was staying over in the guest room. At first Dean would pretend he hadn’t heard anything, but over time he began to defend her in front of his uncle.

Her husband leaves for the evening so Lizi decides to go for a night out herself. She showers in the en suite then steps out into the bedroom, looking for a towel. At that moment Dean walks in. They both freeze for a moment before Lizi uses her hands to cover her modesty. Dean goes red and becomes flustered.

“Sorry…I’m really sorry. Your car wasn’t on the drive so I thought…” he stammered, turning away but sneaking glances he thought he could hide.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” was all Lizi said.

Dean left and Lizi grabbed the towels from the bed.

That was the evening plans cancelled. Her husband had taken her car so she couldn’t go anywhere. She was pissed off. She wrapped the towel around her body and headed for the stairs. She’d check if he’d left his car keys, but she was almost certain he hadn’t.

As she passed by she heard sounds from the guest room. The door was slightly ajar. She pressed her ears against the opening and heard rustling and faint gasps. Curious, she pushed the door open a little more and saw the outline of Dean. He was stood facing away from her, his jeans pulled down slightly, his hands moving quickly in front of him. Lizi turned away and pressed her hand to her chest. Was this over her, she wondered? Did he find her attractive? She decided it didn’t matter, he was just 19, she liked older men, why did she care? But she peeked her head in again and felt a warmth between her legs as she watched him.

Distracted, her towel began to slip. She grabbed it before it fell, but her elbow hit the door. Dean was startled. Lizi moved quickly, heading for the stairs. She heard the sound of jeans being zipped and steps on the worn carpet of the guest room. He appeared as she was halfway down the stairs.

“Oh, sorry,” he said, flustered once again, “erm, I just heard a noise and…” he trailed off.

“I’m just getting some water before I dry my hair,” she said, the only thing that popped into her head.

As she stands by the sink and drinks the water her mind is racing. Dean is all that’s in her head. But what can she do? She’s married and he’s still a teenager. It’s plain wrong, she thought. She did find him attractive though. He was tall and slim but not skinny – more athletic. His dark, thick, curly hair was quite cute. And he was a nice guy. He certainly ticked more boxes than her husband, who hadn’t come near her in months. Or was it years now? She tried to think back to the last time she’d had sex with her husband, but in her mind he was replaced by Dean. It was his body pressed against hers, his hands caressing her, his moans in her ears as he moved inside…

Lizi snapped out of it. She slipped her hand beneath the towel and grazed a finger between her legs. It had been so long since she felt like this. She realised she had been wanting to look for her husband’s car keys. She walked into the front room and glanced around, but she now she didn’t want to find them. She was staying in tonight.

She walks back upstairs and passes the guest room.

“Dean, can you help me with something?”

She goes into the bedroom and lies down on the bed. He enters the room and sees she’s still wearing nothing but a towel. He’s clearly nervous but can’t keep his eyes off her.

“What do you need me for?” he asks tentatively.

She doesn’t answer. Instead she reaches out her hand and gently pulls him down onto the bed. His nerves were apparent, but she was keeping hers inside. Her heart was racing. Could she really do it?

“I saw you before,” she whispered. Dean didn’t reply, he just blushed and looked away. Lizi pressed her hand to his cheek and turned his head towards her. “Do you find me attractive?”

He nodded.

She moved in to kiss him. She felt his body stiffen at first, but as she kept her lips pressed against his he began to relax. His arms wrapped around her. She parted his lips and flicked her tongue into his mouth. He did the same, tentatively at first, before passion took over and their tongues danced around each others.

She looked down and could see from the outline of his jeans that he was getting hard. She pressed her hands down on his crotch and stroked. He watched her as if unsure what to do next. She guided his face back to hers and kissed him again. She raised her body up slightly and slowly dropped the towel, exposing her naked body to him. His eyes grew wide then began focusing, gazing with excitement at her body. She grabbed his hands and pressed them against her sizeable breasts. Dean began caressing her, kneading her nipples with his thumb. As he grew bolder he pressed his mouth to her nipple, circling around it with her tongue, softly licking up and down before taking it all in his mouth and sucking hard. Lizi couldn’t help but let out a moan. He mirrored the moves on her other breast while she gently stroked the curls of his hair. What she was doing still felt wrong, but it was the best she had felt in so long she didn’t care.

She pushed him off and down onto the bed. She began unbuttoning his blue and grey plaid shirt and he took over, practically tearing it off his body and tossing it carelessly to the floor. Lizi unbuttoned his jeans then took her time opening the zip. She could see the outline of his erection as she disrobed him to just his underwear. He grabbed the waistband as if in a hurry to get them off but she held his hands still. This was her moment. She kissed him where his abs where covered in soft hair below his naval, prolonging the moment as long as she could.

She slowly pulled down his underwear to his ankles until he kicked them off onto the floor. She gently placed her lips at the base of his cock, kissing gently along his length up to the tip. He was watching her with a mixture of desire and trepidation. She gripped his member firmly and held him upright, appraising his impressive size. All thoughts of taking her time were gone. She wanted this and she wanted it now. She took him inside her mouth. Her moans of enjoyment were stifled as she took him as far as she could go. He grabbed her long blonde hair in a fist and guided her head up and down his cock. He was so hard she was struggling to breathe. She released him and took a breath. The look on his face was one of unbridled pleasure. Knowing she could be the cause of such excitement turned her on so much. She wasn’t going to wait around.

She straddled him, massaging his torso while pressing her sex against his hardness. “Fuck me,” she demanded, “fuck me now!”

His hands reached below as he guided himself to her entrance. He pushed gently but Lizi took control, holding him steady and lowering herself onto him, her face pained as she became accustomed to his size. She stopped for a moment, sat astride him, feeling him deep inside her. She was well past the point of no return now. In her heart she still felt the anxiety but it had been overwhelmed by the desire. She rocked her hips and took control. At first Dean barely moved, but he soon got into it. He pulled her down into a hard kiss. Lizi felt her nipples rubbing against his skin and bit his lip to stop herself from screaming. His hands began exploring her curves. They gripped her ass as she rode him, tight enough that it would leave marks the next day. She didn’t care. He lifted her hips and began thrusting. She loved how he was taking control now.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he moaned in her ear as he moved faster. His voice was strained. Lizi could tell he was almost there, but she wasn’t letting him finish yet. She pushed herself from under him. He cried out in frustration.

“Come get me,” she whispered.

She turned and tried to crawl off the bed but Dean was on her in a second. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her hips upwards and sliding himself inside her once again. His hands moved slowly from her hips, up towards the narrowing of her waist before cupping her breasts. Her fingers gripped the bedsheets and she bit down on the fabric, keeping her screams at bay for as long as she could. She loved him taking her from behind, the power he put into every stroke.

Just as Dean had settled into a rhythm she pushed herself off the bed and walked away, waiting for him to take her again. She almost reached the door before she felt him reach for her and press her against the wall. He bit her neck while his hands moved down towards her sex. He kept her pinned with his body as he stroked her. She fought against him and managed to turn to face him. He kissed her deeply and stroked his hard cock against her. Every breath came with a moan. Her legs were starting to shake. Once again she made a move towards the door. This time Dean was done playing. As she reached for then handle he grabbed her hips roughly and pushed inside her. She held on to the door handle as he thrust harder. She couldn’t hold back any longer. She screamed out as loud as she could. He grabbed her hair with his left hand and pulled back, while his right reached between her legs and messaged her.

“Fuck I’m going to come. Keep going,” she yelled.

She heard his groans, he was almost there. At that moment she heard the sound of the front door opening. Her husband was back! Her heart was racing. She didn’t know if Dean had heard but he kept going. She couldn’t bring herself to stop. She was so close now. She left go of the door handle and covered her mouth to stop the screams. She slipped slightly as Dean grunted and shook. He came just as he slipped out of her, covering her sex. She was gone. Her legs shook and she fell to the floor, her orgasm rippling through her while she did all she could to muffle her cries.

As her mind cleared she realised her husband had climbed the stairs and was right outside the bedroom door.

“Lizi?” he called out.

She gestured for Dean to move to the corner of the room. She opened the door slightly, just shielding her body. She could feel his cum dripping down her legs as she spoke to her husband.

“Yes, sorry, I just grabbed a shower,” she said.

She thought her flushed appearance would give something away, but he was barely paying her any attention.

“I’m getting a shower. I took your car through the car wash on the way back”, he passed her the car keys and walked off towards the main bathroom.

Showering as soon as he got home. Cleaning the car. She knew he’d driven out on the dirty back country roads with someone else. She didn’t care. She’d had a better time.

She closed the door and turned around to see Dean sat on the bed, his cock dripping and hard. She approached him, kissed him softly and took his cock in her mouth again, getting every last drop. She turned, left the room and went into the main bathroom, wrapped her arms around her husbands neck and kissed him. Then she turned and walked away.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/r7xjhj/unhappily_married_woman_32_finds_comfort_with_her