Wendy checked the look in the mirror.

It was an obscene bikini, little more than three tiny triangles and some string.

She turned this way and that, excitement a thrill down in her pussy.

It was less than twenty-four hours since her husband’s car had moved down the street away from the house, time enough for Wendy to get herself serviced by two twenty-year-old boys. It had been hours of fucking and sucking their long black dicks. Wendy had taken André and Jordan at the neighbor’s house, putting on a show for the perv next door until she was certain her husband’s flight was in the air. After that she’d entertained the boys in her home. It had been debauchery, cheating sex in the marital bed after sucking their cocks in the living room.

Those boys, two fine physical examples of youth and stamina had fucked into Wendy in every position she asked for. It had been doggy, missionary, Wendy riding one while she sucked the other one deep, the cockhead hallway into her gullet as she deep throated the length, pussy tight around the other shaft, orgasms rolling at her in waves.

It had gone on ‘til the early hours. It ended when Wendy had milked the boys’ balls dry three times.

Wendy took them as a pair and singly, taking a fucking from one while the other watched and rested, her libido snarling and hungry, cum on her breasts, her face, and in her hair. She took their final offering into her pussy, two loads of semen within when Wendy had finally settled to sleep at four in the morning.

She was wide awake by 11 a.m. Wendy sipped coffee, willing the time to move quicker, pussy ready for more young cock.

Wendy showered and teased her short auburn hair dry before she covered her breasts and vulva with the tiniest string bikini she owned.

“Oh my God, you’re such a nasty fucking slut,” Wendy grinned.

She was wearing the four-inch heels to exaggerate the length of her legs, tension in the calves aesthetically pleasing.

“A Las Vegas hooker,” Wendy said.

She crinkled her nose at her reflection, devilment in the look as she thought about what the pool-boy was going to see.

Wendy knew she was going to have to go in hard. He was a shy one, a possibility he could bolt if Wendy gave him time to think too much. It was going to mean a move as soon as he showed, a quick, hot seduction where Wendy had the cock inside her before the boy even reached the side of the pool.

It was a massive advantage that the yard was so private.

Nobody to witness a mature lady on her knees sucking on a youngster’s cock.

Wendy was hot for the sex, body thrumming, pussy clenching with need despite the pounding Wendy had taken during the night.

She looked at her phone.

Groaned with anticipation because he was due in five minutes.

He got there three minutes early.

Wendy felt the excitement surge within when she heard the side gate close.

“Okay, let’s go,” she said.

The boy gawked when Wendy strode onto the patio.

He stared at Wendy, mouth slack as he took it in.

Wendy moved in close, heels peck-peck-pecking the patio as she looked at his face. He was just so right for her: nineteen, tall, blonde surfer-dude hair.

“Oh, hi,” Wendy smiled.

She got even closer and pressed her hand against the boy’s shorts.

“Maybe leave the pool ‘til later? I’ve got something else in mind for you right now,” Wendy put in.

The boy gasped.

Spluttered: “Mrs. K? What the fu--?”

Wendy squeezed the cock.

Drawled: “You see me in this bikini?”

The boy gulped. He nodded quickly, face slack with surprise.

Wendy asked: “You like it?”

“Uh-huh ... It’s kinda small,” the boy said.

“That’s the idea,” Wendy put in.

She squeezed the cock again, tugging the shorts to get them down to the boy’s thighs.

His underwear went down too.

The cock sprang out.

Wendy chuckled and took hold of the jib.

“Yes, you do like this little bikini,” she sighed.

The boy gulped again as Wendy caressed his length.

Wendy looked at the cock, excitement squeezing inside.

She set her attention on the boy’s face, hand working slowly.

Wendy moved in, pressing her frontage against the boy’s body. She kissed his mouth, quick and hard, tongue slipping past his lips and teeth.

The boy just stood there and took the kiss for a couple of seconds until Wendy broke away.

She murmured: “You’re hard. Would you like me to do this ‘til you come?”

“Mrs. K ... you’re married,” he muttered.

Wendy snorted and chuckled. She rolled her eyes and stroked the length.

“That’s what makes it hot for me. I love fucking when my husband’s away.”

She looked down to the cock, thrilled by its steel, the bulb purple and swollen.

“I think I want this thing inside me. I think I want you to fuck me,” Wendy breathed.

“But it’s wrong,” the boy said.

Wendy grinned at him. She nodded.

“That’s why it’s fun.”

“Will we get in trouble?”

The boy groaned it out, eyes closing as his hips started to move.

Wendy’s hand moved faster over the size.

“No, we won’t get in trouble. Nobody’s here. Nobody can see. I’ll jerk you off and then you can get to work on the pool...”

Wendy’s squeezed the cock, other hand dipping into the bikini briefs, tuft at the apex of her slit soft against her palm.

She teased her clit, gasping as she ducked in to kiss the boy.

He moaned into Wendy’s open mouth, tongue swirling with Wendy’s when he returned the kiss.

The kissing and the way the boy was fucking her fist told Wendy she had him. It had worked. Moving in fast on the cock had pushed the boy past any reluctance and conflict. He was one of the good ones. The kind Wendy liked. He was nicely presented and polite. Respectful. Not arrogant or pushy. He was a good-looking boy with a hard cock, passion flaring as the kiss rolled on.

The kiss broke.

The boy dared to touch.

He was working his dick through Wendy’s fingers, one hand on her breasts as he mauled tit-flesh.

“You’re incredible. You’ve got a terrific body,” the boy gasped.

It thrilled Wendy to hear it.

She asked: “You like older ladies?”

The boy nodded, attention on Wendy’s breasts.

He glanced at her face, focus going back to Wendy’s boobs.

“Yeah, I kinda didn’t but now I do,” the boy said.

Wendy blurted a laugh.

“Didn’t think I’d be such a nasty slut, did you, huh?”

The boy shook his head.

Groaned: “No, Mrs. K. No way.”

“Shocked you did I? Took you by surprise coming out here in my little bikini. Didn’t expect me to grab your cock?”

The boy gulped, the cockhead leaking pre-cum as Wendy’s hand kept moving over the length.

“I ... I always thought you were a nice lady. Quiet,” he mumbled.

Wendy chuckled and crinkled her nose at the boy, expression vixen.

She nodded.

Said: “Uh-huh. I know. That’s what I want people to think. I want everyone to think I’m just a boring, married lady with time on her hands and a husband who works away...”

Wendy sighed and worked faster at the boy’s size. She looked at the cock and rubbed at her clit, gasping as the sensations went through her.

Wendy kissed the boy again, putting some heat into the act, sensing the boy wa sclose to his peak.

The kiss broke.

Wendy focused her attention on the cock.

She said: “But this is who I am. I’m the cheating slut who wears a skimpy bikini and heels so I can get fucked by the pool-boy.”

Wendy kissed the boy again.

Added: “You want to fuck me, baby? Do you want to have me out here? I’ll give you the pussy. I’ll suck your dick ... You can fuck me bareback ... Is that something you think you’d like?”

The boy was going at Wendy’s fist, his hands moving over her body, his eyes on her breasts and her face.

“Uh, Mrs. K,” he groaned.

And then ejaculate spat from his dick.

Wendy watched the boy work.

She went naked except for the heels, a straw hat with a black band around the crown, sunglasses, and her wedding ring.

The boy was naked, too. He worked at the pool, glancing at Wendy every now-and-then, long cock close to full tumescence while Wendy relaxed on a recliner, pussy hot for the sex.

Wendy called: “You almost done?”

The boy paused and looked at her.

“Couple of minutes, Mrs. K,” he said.

Wendy smiled at him. Then she grabbed her phone—the dirty phone, the one her husband didn’t know about. Wendy’s fingers moved over the keys. She sent a message to the neighbor.

>pool boi is here. I wz gonna bring him over but hes shy. Maybe anthr time.

“I think you’re done there,” Wendy called out.

The boy looked across, expression showing a mix of feral need and fear.

“It’s time for you to bring that cock over here. It’s time for you to taste my pussy,” Wendy added.

She saw the boy’s eyes go round and huge, face slack as he nodded.

He asked: “Mrs. K, are you sure...?”

Wendy spread her thighs to show the boy her vulva. It was a deliberate taunt, a lewd exhibition designed to counter the boy’s conflict.

She drawled: “Does this look like I’ve got doubts?”

The boy’s throat worked as he stared at Wendy.

Wendy saw the cock twitch.

“Come kiss my slutty pussy,” Wendy added.

She slid a finger through her labia, left hand, wedding flashing.

“This bitch want that big cock,” Wendy sighed.

Her hips jerked like she was fucking a cock, finger slipping over her clit as Wendy excited herself.

“Come on. I’m hot and wet for you. Let’s have some fun.”

The boy moved around the pool. As he got closer, Wendy sat up, attention on the cock and dangling balls.

Wendy rubbed her clit and reached for the dick.

“I’ll suck you,” she muttered.

The boy nodded, groaning when Wendy jacked the length for three or four strokes. She took the hat off and then ducked in to suck at her bulb.

“Ah, Mrs. K,” the boy moaned.

Wendy sucked and slurped. She slobbered at the bulb, cranking the cock down near the boy’s balls, taking the length in deep so she could glug at the thing.

She gasped and spluttered when her mouth came of the boy’s size.

Wendy grinned up at his face, hand moving over the cock, the shaft greasy with Wendy’s saliva.

“Little trick I taught myself,” Wendy said.

“Mrs. K, shit, you’re incredible,” the boy put in.

Wendy chuckled.

Asked: “Want to fuck my married pussy?”

“Does your husband really not know?”

Wendy shook her head, hand moving over the cock.

“No. And neither did the one before him. I was widowed and married again. I’ve been cheating for fifteen years. My husband’s away. A lot. This is what I do.”

Wendy said it and then let go of the cock. She eased onto the recliner, legs wide.