We just bought us a very nice two-story home, half of the top story is a large bedroom and full bath and the other half is a room that has glass walls over-looking Rocky Mountain National Park. We use it for reading mostly and call it the viewing room. The view of our swimming pool and backyard landscaping with the mountains in the background is beautiful.
We would like children now that we are established, but I had an infection when I was young that required removal of my uterus. We were talking with an adoption agency when a close friend and employee of ours and her husband were killed in an auto accident, they have a teenage son, Dean. Since they had no close family nearby and he had one more year to graduate high school, we were able to have him live with us through the Foster Care program. This put adoption on hold. Dean is a two sport athlete and is on the student council so he is always involved in something.
Dean helped us do the landscaping in our new yard and also works part-time for us when he can. He is only eight years younger than us so we get along very well. We gave him the upstairs bedroom to stay in.
When Dean turned 18, he wanted to have a birthday party here with his friends the Friday after his birthday. We were okay with that since we have a large swimming pool with a covered patio.
On Thursday night, his birthday, we took him into town and treated him to dinner of his choice and let him pick a movie for us to watch for the evening. We had a good laugh watching The Great Outdoors.
Friday night, his friends and a few workers came by to celebrate his birthday. After everyone but a few of his friends left, Randy and I went upstairs in our viewing room to read until bedtime.
Reading and watching them party I noticed things were getting a little interesting. Randy had gone down stairs and went to bed, so knowing they could not see me in a dark room through the reflective windows, I turned off the lights and moved close to the window and watched. Yeah, I was being curious.
The pool play had gotten a little risqué, so to speak. A few of the girls and guys started pulling at each other’s bathing suites and body parts were starting to show. Dean and a few of the guys started a pushing match and one of the guys reached down and pulled Deans shorts down to his knees.
I gasped in surprise, Dean was hung, I mean hung. I couldn’t believe the size of his cock. Everyone outside had laughed it off and the party continued. I couldn’t believe what I started feeling inside after seeing that cock.
My pussy got swollen hot and wet and I couldn’t stop an orgasm brought on from thinking about it. I felt guilty and went and took a shower. I turned on both shower heads and just leaned against the wall shoving fingers up my pussy thinking about his cock. I was as horny as I had ever been. Even though I climaxed four times, I couldn’t satisfy my desire.
I climbed in bed, woke up Randy and made him fuck me. I was in heat and Randy was my outlet.
“Dean needs more swimming parties,” he commented after sex, and fell asleep.
I had evil thoughts all night and didn’t care. I wanted that cock. I wanted it stuffing my pussy and I wanted Dean fucking me hard. I was going to seduce him. Fuck what anybody thought, fuck if it was wrong, I was going to have that cock. Randy had a nice sized cock, but nothing like that.
I knew Monday morning Randy was leaving town for a week to finalize negotiations on a business we were buying out to expand our business, so I put together my plan. I was going to have that huge gorgeous cock stuffing my pussy.
Randy always went to play golf on Saturday mornings around 7:30 and Dean would wander down for breakfast around 8am, my plan would start in the morning. I finally was able to fall asleep.
After Randy left for his golf game, I changed into my short camisole knowing it would grab Deans attention when he came down for breakfast. It was light grey and showed the curves of my body.
I stood in the kitchen, pussy on fire and soaking wet, waiting for Dean to come eat breakfast. I kept having to wipe it dry waiting for him. Just the camisole touching my pussy would start it dripping again, my clit hurt it was so enlarged and sore from me rubbing it.
Finally, I heard him coming down the stairs. I bent over, ass sticking up, and acted like I was putting away pots. I heard his footsteps stop just at the kitchen entrance, so I moved a few pots around and stood back up. I turned and seen him staring at me so I excused myself and brushed past him to change into something more appropriate. I smelled like a bitch in heat and knew he could smell it also.
I showered again, this time with my largest vibrator. I was shoving that thing in and out my pussy with a desire that had me in a heated fervor. I was pulling on my nipples and pinching them with one hand and pinching and pulling my clit with the other as I was ferociously fucking my pussy with the vibrator.
After I got out the shower, I put on a loose-fitting pull-over shirt with no bra, my breasts are firm enough I don’t sag and I knew my large sore nipples would be poking out enough to attract his attention even more. I also put on loose shorts that just covered the cheeks of my ass that would show more if I bent over.
I wanted to be provocative, but not so much Randy would say anything about. I wore less before around the house before Dean moved in with us.
I did the light duty work around the house like I do every Saturday and then sat out by the pool having a few drinks. I noticed today though; Dean stayed home more and offered to help more than normal. My plan was in full motion and working.
Saturday night, I made sure Dean caught us reading upstairs with me wearing a robe and a nightie. I did not wear any panties. It is not very revealing but when I have my legs propped up reading and spread a little, you can just see my pussy in the reflection in the windows if just the reading lights are on.
I also knew, from outside he could get a really get a good look at my pussy from the pool house.
Randy was upstairs with me reading, not even thinking about what I was doing. It seemed all natural, but I knew what I was doing. I was making Dean want my pussy.
I heard Dean come upstairs and could tell he stopped in the viewing room doorway. I peeked up at my reflection and it showed just enough to cause him to want to see more.
I heard him go back downstairs and I knew where he was going. There is a storage box on the back side of the pool house that he can stand on and see over the roof and into the viewing room.
I was turned on and kept waiting for Randy to notice the smell of my hot pussy. I know Randy didn’t have a clue what was going on as he was absorbed in his book.