I got married two years ago. It was my second marriage, but I had no children from the first one – which only lasted a few years. I was busy with my career and he was busy with his. You know, the usual story about not really having enough time to invest in a marriage.
When I married John, his stepson, Matt, came along with package. Matt was eighteen at the time and in no mood to have a “new mom.” I dealt with the usual stuff that happens in situations like this. He either ignored me or was just plain rude and never really paid me much attention – let alone listen to me when I would ask why he was late coming home or trying to get him up on time for school. His dad kept telling me to give him time. John is wonderful. He is caring and compassionate and gives me access to his bank account to buy stuff for the house or for myself. What else could a girl want?
The only complaint I had was in the bedroom. John was alright in bed, but he didn’t exactly set a world record in the sack. On top of that, he’s about 4 inches in length. I can deal with it – and it is kind of thick, so that helps – but sometimes a girl wonders if there’s “more” out there.
I wasn’t willing to consider an affair though. I do have some morals and standards. Although, I have to admit I did take a few glances when we’d have a hot repair man over. Last summer, we had a new porch added to the back of the house and there were plenty of hot construction guys over doing the work. A couple of them had impressive bulges and nice asses, but all I did was look. OK, I admit when John was fucking me a few times, I would fantasize about some of those construction guys with really big tools. It got the job done and John thought it was all him.
As for my stepson Matt, he’s the typical jock. When me and John first got married, I did notice that Matt was kind of muscular, but I didn’t give any thought to it. I wanted to make an honest effort to be a good stepmother. I really did put some effort into it, but the more I tried, the more Matt would push back and make it clear he could take care of himself. We got into a pretty regular pattern where he would do his thing and I would just stay out of the way. I told John that I would like to be closer to Matt and he kept telling me to give it time.
One time, Matt got in around 2am after a late high school party during senior year. His father was out of town on business – he was promoted to a new position at his company, which meant more time away from home – and I was there alone and when he came in at 1am I did the typical “mom thing” and asked him where he was and why he was so late. He was supposed to be home by 12. I heard him come in and figured I would try to be somewhat parental.
I asked him why he was so late. His response was “What’s it to you” and a few other choice words mumbled under his breath. He went to his room and slammed the door. Being downright pissed now, I rushed over and opened the door and was telling him not to talk to me like that and have a little respect and he was like “Fuck, can’t I get any privacy around here.” He happened to be in the middle of taking off his sweatpants when I stormed in. I apologized. I told him I really didn’t want to start another fight. “I was out drinking and fucking my girlfriend, if you must know,” he finally responded while standing there in his boxers and t-shirt. “She couldn’t get enough so, what could I do,” was his cocky rely. He grabbed his dick through his boxers to emphasize the point. “Anything else,” he coldly asked. I added something about trying to get home on time and he didn’t answer me and I left his room and closed the door behind me.
I got back into my room and was laying in my empty bed and I couldn’t help but think how much more muscular Matt was now. He was really built. He had a borderline eight pack and had bulging arm muscles and really developed pecs. I couldn’t help but notice that he also had a decent sized package, especially when he grabbed it. It was obviously soft, but still it looked impressive.
The tension between us continued, but mostly it was us just ignoring each other. A few weeks before his nineteenth birthday, he was about to graduate from high school. It was a hot May day and John was out of town again trying to finish up some big business deal. He left that morning. He did fuck me, but it was his usual one-minute job. Later that day, Matt was home from school and told me he was going to a party later. I said, “Alright, thanks for letting me know.”
He then went upstairs to his room after grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge. I went up later and his door was slightly open, so I figured he was sleeping. I opened the door and he was laying on his bed naked and stroking his dick. I slowly crept away from the door, hoping he wouldn’t notice me. About ten minutes later, he came back downstairs to the kitchen where I was and said “So, did you like the show?” I pretended not to know what he was talking about. and continue to pour some orange juice. He grabbed a glass a took a few sips and said “Oh, by the way, I shot a huge load.” With a grin, he walked out the door.
I was up in my room reading around 11pm when I heard the door open downstairs, I figured it was Matt. It was early for him to be getting home after a party though, so I went over by the steps to investigate. I slowly made my way halfway down the stairs and saw Matt sitting on the couch with his shorts around his ankles. Some blonde girl was on top of his lap riding his cock. He had his hands on her waist and was guiding her up and down with a nice steady bounce. I slowly crept back up to the top of the stairway, but I still had a good view. I watched as the blonde girl bounced up and down for what seemed like an eternity. Finally he announced that he was “gonna blow” and he leaned back with this look of total satisfaction on his face. The girl got up and I got my first clear view of Matt’s cock. It was still hard and sticking straight up in the air. I was amazed at big it was. I guessed that it was at least 9 or 10 inches – and pretty damn thick too. He stood up and I got a great view of his ass. It was nice muscular bubble butt. The kind that football players have. He did play football, so it wasn’t really a surprise. And I had noticed his ass before. I’m only human.
The naked blonde girl was getting ready to put her clothes back on when Matt grabbed her hand and declared “We’re not done yet.” He lowered her down on the couch and got on top of her. I was amazed that the boy – more like young man since he was going to be nineteen in just a few days – stayed hard the entire time, even after he just came. He slammed his huge cock inside the blonde girl and started pounding away. I wasn’t worried about him noticing me. He was totally focused on fucking. The couch was squeaking as he pounded away. I marveled at how he was about to have sweat all over his body in a house that has air conditioning. The girl was only able to let out small moans as Matt pounded away mercilessly. He shifted some and I got a good view of his balls as they slammed against the blonde’s pussy. They were like nice big grapefruits. It was hard to tell in the dimly lit room, but it looked like he shaved down there. I tried to force myself to leave to go back to my bedroom, but I was fascinated.
Matt obviously didn’t get his cock size – or stamina – from his dad. I watched as Matt fucked the blonde three more times in various positions, including some I had never even tried. Finally, around 2am Matt was done – or the girl was worn out was more like it. She got dressed and he walked her to the door after slipping on a pair of tight white briefs. Matt was looking the other way and I caught a good glimpse of the huge bulge in his briefs. Clearly, Matt was still hard – or at least semi-hard. I watched as he reached down and adjusted his dick in his briefs and I couldn’t help but stare as he bent down to get his shorts. He was turned away from me as I watched from the stairs and I watched with fascination as he pulled his cargo shorts up past his hot ass and fiddled with the button and zipper. I then slipped away up to my bedroom.
Later that night, John was still away at work. He called and we talked for about 15 minutes. He was alone in his hotel room and kind of horny and asked me to finger myself thinking of him. I did close my eyes and fingered myself, but I found my thought drifting to the sight of Matt’s huge cock swinging between his legs after he got done fucking that girl on the couch downstairs. That was enough to send me over the edge and for the first time I had a mind-blowing orgasm without having to fake it for John’s sake. The phone sex thing wasn’t new to us, but it was the first time I really enjoyed it as much as he did. We said our good nights and I went to check on Matt. His door was slightly open. This time he was laying on his bed fast asleep on top of his covers in his tight pair of white briefs. He shifted around some and was laying on his back. I couldn’t help but notice the nice bulge in his briefs. He had nice full, found balls and a big mushroom, circumcised head and big thick shaft that appeared to be at least semi-hard. I closed the door and headed back to my bedroom.
I had to have sex with him. No— I will have sex with him.
part 2 [https://dirtytell.com/posts/the-unsatisfied-wife-part-2](https://dirtytell.com/posts/the-unsatisfied-wife-part-2)
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