Learning with Lou

But my body was sending very different messages; messages that were drowning out the warnings. My nipples were so hard they ached; my lower belly felt warm and was getting warmer; my chest rose and fell as my breathing became deeper and noisier, and as for the heat between my thighs....

Sensing my mounting arousal, Richie took complete control. His hands abandoned my boobs and fell to my hips, then to my bare buttocks. My shorts were roughly pulled down my lower legs and thrown away leaving me fully exposed, my weeping vulva naked in front of the teenage boy I wanted to take me.

I could feel his erection pressing against my thighs; for a moment memories of school parties and clumsy schoolboy groping flashed through my mind but Richie was no schoolboy and I was certainly no schoolgirl.

Warning bells ran around my head again but to no avail; I was lost in lust. The inevitable was happening; why had I ever fought against it?

Richie's pushed me back onto the table, my feet leaving the floor as his young, strong body blocked out the light from the kitchen window. Our eyes locked together, my heart was thumping in my chest and my tummy was full of butterflies but the fire burning in my groin overwhelmed everything else.

My legs parted instinctively, thighs spreading wide, opening my most secret place to my husband's son. Richie was pulling his shorts down almost violently and I felt something slap against my mound. I reached down; my fingers closed on a hot, long, smooth pole of teenage muscle. With a gulp, I took it in my hand and directed its rounded head towards my open, turgid flesh.

It was going to happen! There, in our kitchen, on the table at which we ate our breakfast every morning.

Our eyes still locked together in silence, we both gasped as I rubbed Richie's head up and down my weeping slit, over and around my engorged clitoris and down until it nested between my inner lips.

I leaned back on my elbows on the table; legs splayed wide, my stepson's cock poised to enter my hitherto faithful body. His face merely inches above mine, Richie paused for a moment, his eyebrows raised slightly as if in question.

I dimly realised that the moment of truth had come. This was the last moment at which I could have remained faithful to my wonderful husband. This was the point at which I must choose between fidelity and the path to ruin.

Lou's words kept spinning round in my head.

"It's only natural.. He can't help it... The most natural thing in the world..."

There was no choice.

"Yes! Yes! Do it," I begged under my breath. "Please!"

And then it happened and my life changed forever.

I felt Richie's body flex, the muscles of his arms and chest went tight, his back arched and his hips were thrust powerfully forwards

"AaaahhhHHHH!"

My voice was little more than a whisper as, slowly but confidently, the erect penis of my husband's son entered my body - only the third erection I had ever felt inside me - and my life was turned upside down.

From the moment Richie's long, thick cock sawed its way deep into my well-lubricated vagina, filling me more than I had imagined possible; delving deeper into my body than a man had ever been before, I knew I was a lost woman.

He paused as he bottomed out in my vagina; our pubic mounds pressed hard together, my entrance stretched by his thick base, my body reeling from the deep, satisfying fullness within me.

Richie looked down on me, I looked up at him. His strong mouth-wateringly sexy eyes locked onto my own dreamy, tearful pupils as surely as our groins were now joined. Neither of us spoke a word, as if speaking would break the magic and make us realise what we had just done.

I bit my lower lip as he slowly drew himself back until only the head of his cock was inside me, then...

Slap!

"Ahh!"

Richie drove himself firmly and smoothly into my vagina, his strong hands on my knees, holding my legs up and apart.

He did it again.

"AhHH!" I gasped.

Slap!

Slap!

"Oh yes!"

It took barely a dozen thrusts from that amazing young cock before my body was trembling with arousal and excitement.

"Richieeeeee!"

I felt his hands on the back of my knees, lifting my legs even higher, parting my thighs even wider until my vulva was grotesquely displayed and open wide.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

His thrusting began in earnest, the speed gradually building, the depth increasing with every stroke.

"Be... be gentle," I gasped stupidly as if a virgin once again. "Please!"

"Oh Linda," he hissed, almost the first words he had spoken since he had first touched me. "You're so sexy! So beautiful."

Whether it was true or not, it was what I wanted to hear. He thrust a few times more, slowly and deeply.

"You feel sooo good!" he whispered. "Sooo smooth! Sooo tight!"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

It felt good for me too. Richie's erect cock seemed to fit my weeping vagina to perfection, as if every ridge and vein on his shaft had found its perfect valley or trough inside me. Nothing in my sex life thus far had prepared me for the sensations that began to fill my body and mind as my eighteen year old stepson began to thrust in and out of my helpless body.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Mmmmm!" I moaned aloud.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Oh God! That feels soooo good!" My voice grew earthier and a little louder.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Oh my God. That's amazing! Oh God just fuck me, Richie!"

"What did you say, Linda?"

Jesus! What had I said? Where had those words come from? Surely not from my mouth!

"Just... Fuck... Me...!"

But there they were again!

Slap! Slap! Slap! SLAP!

Richie's thrusting grew faster and harder. I gripped the edge of the table tightly in my hands and waited for the onslaught. It wasn't long in coming.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Richie's youthful body ploughed into mine over and over again. The room filled with the crude, feral sounds of an over-lubricated female body being penetrated violently by a young male one.

And the female body was mine!

The first minor climax followed within a few moments, a wave of heat rippling outwards from my groin.

"OhhhhyyyessSSS!"

Reading my increasing arousal like an expert, Richie increased both the speed and power of his thrusts again, lifting my legs until my knees were pressed hard against my boobs. I was helpless in his hands, my vulva obscenely exposed. For a moment I wondered what I looked like, on my back on the table, my legs around my ears, a young man's shaft ploughing relentlessly into my totally exposed vagina.

But the thought was short-lived; the first major, body-shaking orgasm arrived soon afterwards.

"AaaaaayyyyYYYYYYYY!"

Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!

"JEEEESUSSSSCCHHRRIIIISSSTTT!"

The earthy, bodily smell of a climaxing woman filled my nostrils as I came as I had never cum before, my whole body in spasm shaking and pulsating on the smooth, slippery table top.

Shlap-shlap-shlap-shlap-shlap-shlap-shlap-shlap!

The sounds in the room were wet and disgustingly redolent of their illicit cause but if anything, it made me even more aroused.

"OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGODDDD!"

Richie's thrusts grew jack-hammer fast, forcing me bodily up the increasingly-slippery table. I grabbed wildly at its edge with my fingers but it was no use; he was too strong and my control of my body too weak. He pulled my legs hard, dragging me back towards his thrusting hips, his cock driven so hard into my body it felt like I had been punched in the belly.

I felt him pull me closer then, with his cock still buried inside me, he took me in his powerful arms and lifted me bodily from the table. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his upper thighs like a koala, desperate to keep that amazing young shaft in my body.

Then to my amazement, staggering only slightly, my powerful young stepson carried me up the stairs. To my dismay his cock slipped from my vagina part way. He crossed the landing to the bedroom my husband and I shared, laid me on my back on the clean white duvet, roughly pulled off my ugly sports bra, spread my unresisting legs, climbed between my obscenely spread thighs...

And for the next hour he fucked the living daylights out of me!

Not before or since have I ever enjoyed sex like that first magical hour in my marital bed. Where that young boy had learned such self-control I had no idea but the result on my inexperienced body was almost indescribable. Taking his time but sparing no energy, my young stepson gave me the most thorough, most comprehensive fucking of my entire life.

I lost count of the number of climaxes I enjoyed, but I know that during that magic hour he ejaculated inside me at least twice, his handsome young face inches from mine, his powerful body in helpless spasm.

Later, as I lay dozing like a baby in my young lover's arms, my fingers entwined in the soft downy hair on his muscular chest, my body trembling with the aftershocks of multiple orgasms, tears rolling down my cheeks, I knew my life had changed.

An hour after that when Richie rolled off my exhausted, spent body for the last time that day, I knew I would never be the same girl again. Sex with my husband had been wonderful, comforting, often exciting and frequently ending in orgasm. But this was so, so different. Oh God was this different!

Sex with a fit, strong boy ten years younger than me was like a narcotic; life affirming; taking me to heights of arousal I never imagined existed.

And we had barely started.

***

Later, I stood in the shower for a long time, feeling the hot water washing the external evidence of my infidelity from my body. My face and chest were flushed from repeated orgasms; I hoped and prayed that the pinkness would have subsided before Colin came home.

My hips ached, my boobs were sore and as for my vulva... Oh my God!

Small trickles of Richie's semen kept dribbling from between the dark, still-swollen lips between my thighs as the sticky evidence of his multiple ejaculations gradually left my body. Having only known my husband's semen, I was amazed at the sheer volume of pale, sperm-filled fluid that a young man could produce and quietly thanked God that I had remained on the pill throughout my marriage.

If I still had a marriage!

***

"Oh my God! You've done it!"

Lou's voice was low and hushed but the expression on her face was excited; almost triumphant.

I raised an eyebrow in silent question as I sat opposite her in a quiet corner of the local wine bar that Thursday evening. So completely caught up in my new sexual relationship, I hadn't seen my friend for a full ten days and had missed both the exercise classes she and I usually attended.

"Don't even try and deny it, Linda," she insisted as I settled onto my stool. "You've done it with him. And more than once, I reckon. Just look at you! I've never seen body language like it!"

I was horrified! In my naiveté I had believed that all outward signs of my having started an affair with my husband's son were completely hidden. The fact that my good friend Lou could tell in an instant that I was no longer a faithful wife was both very troubling and, I had to confess, more than a little exciting.

"Shhh!" I hissed anxiously, looking round to see if anyone had heard. "Is it that obvious?"

"Yes of course it is! Well, it is to me anyway," Lou insisted.

"How?" I asked anxiously.

In truth it was little more than an hour since Richie and I had left the bed I shared with my still-working husband. The boy had delivered one of the most intense orgasms of my life and I had been forced to wear a high-necked top to conceal both the pink flush on my chest and the rapidly-darkening hickey on my neck.

Clearly as a tactic it hadn't worked as Lou's continued hushed talk demonstrated.

"You look... well, so different. Your face; the way you move; your body!"

I looked around the bar to see if anyone else I knew was there.

"Don't worry;" Lou said with a chuckle. "It's not so obvious anyone else would know; you just look like you've just had a tough exercise class." She laughed. "I suppose in a way, you have, and not long ago. Am I right?"

I nodded, blushing.

"Well congratulations, Linda," Lou said, raising her wine glass to me, her words sounding very sincere. "I'm really pleased! You finally had the guts to let yourself go and give him what you both needed."

I blushed. But Lou hadn't finished.

"It's not everyone who would have the courage; I hope you really enjoy yourselves -- both of you."

"Thanks," I smiled, embarrassed, squirming in my seat and drinking my coffee too quickly.

"When did it finally start?" she asked, moving her chair closer to mine though there was no-one to overhear.

I told her honestly -- well, mostly honestly.

"Was it just the once?"

I shook my head. Lou's eyes opened wide.

"How often?" she demanded.

"Every day," I confessed quietly.

"Every day?" she asked, her eyes wide in amazement.

I nodded.

"Sometimes more than once."

"Jesus Linda! That's amazing! When you do something you really throw yourself into it, don't you?"

I flushed pink.

"You mustn't ever tell anyone," I hissed. "Promise me, Lou!"

"I promise! I promise," she said with a grin. "But you've got to admit, this is something a bit special."

"I thought you and your stepson..." I began but she cut me off.

"Yes but that was then! This is now and it's you doing it; sweet, innocent Linda! I'm so pleased for you! For both of you!"

She sounded really pleased too. I began to relax a little.

"Was it good?" she suddenly asked, her eyes blazing with mischief. "Is he good?"

I leaned as close to her as I could.

"Lou, it was incredible. I've never known anything like it!"

"Wow! I told you it would be great, didn't I? You can't beat a young energetic boy in bed!"

"I know. I can't believe it's me saying this but it was amazing. He takes me to places I never knew existed."

"Better than Colin?"

I took a deep breath.

"Colin is great; caring, loving, patient and understanding. Richie isn't any of those things but I don't want him to be. He's rough and selfish and a bit too big for me but he's got so much energy. He makes me feel..." I couldn't finish.

"Sounds like I'm missing out on something," Lou said wistfully. "Anyway, if you're going to have a lover ten years younger than you, we need to make sure you stay in good shape for him, right?"

I laughed.

"You're always so practical, Lou. And as always you're right."

"Great! So we need an exercise plan, a carb-free diet and are you still taking those detox teas every day?"

"Of course," I said truthfully.

The teas were having a bit of a laxative effect on me but I was definitely feeling better so had stuck to the detox programme like glue, sometimes even adding a few extra cups.

"Then we're all fixed. Lovely Linda's Little Lover won't know what hit him! Go for it, girl!"

***

A month later my life had changed and changed forever; I was a fallen woman; an unfaithful wife but I didn't care.

I knew full well I should have called a halt to the affair after the first time. There shouldn't even have been a first time; I should never have let him even see my boobs in the first place, let alone touch them.

But I had let it all happen, was still letting it happen and was loving every moment!

Throughout the whole summer, Richie had me wherever and whenever he wanted me; and you can imagine how often a fit, healthy eighteen-year-old boy wanted me.

From Monday to Friday he came home from school around four. I came home about five-thirty. My husband returned from work around seven thirty. That left an hour to get dinner and another hour for Richie to do whatever he liked with me.

And there was so much he liked to do with me! And like a woman under a spell, I did whatever he wanted, whenever and wherever he wanted it. I dressed as he wanted; I tried whatever he wanted to try; I even said whatever words he wanted to hear.

I've heard the expression 'pussy-whipped' to describe men whose wives or girlfriends control them completely through sex. Well, I became whatever the female equivalent is -- 'cock struck' might be a useful phrase. I would do anything to keep my young lover in my bed and in my body.

It was like a drug; an addiction I simply couldn't break. In truth it was an addiction I didn't want to break!

My sex life with my husband which had already been failing now became non-existent. Apart from being constantly exhausted, I daren't let Colin anywhere near me after Richie had had his way; the signs of recent sex on my body would be obvious. As it was, I had to keep the upstairs windows open every afternoon to let the smell of sex dissipate before Colin went up to bed.

Looking back, it's hard to believe I was so stupid but there's no denying it; I was!

Until the end of term and then through the whole summer break, Richie and I made love almost every weekday and at the weekends too when Colin was busy playing golf or going into work to deal with some crisis. We tried every position and location imaginable and many I hadn't dreamed existed; we spent whole nights together in my marital bed too when Colin was away on business.

If it hadn't been for my job and Richie's summer work in a local shop, we might never have left our bed.

Even my meetings with Lou became fewer and further apart, my days merely filling in the gaps between bedroom encounters with Richie. It wasn't just the bedroom too; as a joke we set ourselves the challenge of having sex in every room in the house within a single week. We would have managed it too if Colin's weekend away hadn't been cancelled.

I dropped another dress size with all the exercise I was getting both running and sleeping with Richie. Lou's detox plan was clearly working too so I stuck with the strange diet and odd-tasting teas throughout.

But the magic couldn't last forever and in September Richie went off to University. His school course had finished; he had passed with flying colours and was about to embark on the next stage in his life. He had told Colin and me that on graduation, he planned to get a job close to his father and his new home rather than go back to Scotland.

I knew better than to believe that but hoped and prayed I was wrong.

However painful it was to admit, I had to accept that our affair had probably come to an end and as we waved him off that bright September morning, it was all I could do not to throw myself on the bed and weep.

I was bad-tempered for a week afterwards, my body making it clear on a daily basis that it still needed all the sex it had been enjoying but despite trying, I couldn't bring myself to make love with my husband.

I told myself that my desire for Colin would return eventually and prayed hard that it would but deep down I knew I was forever spoiled as far as sex with my husband was concerned.

***

"Try this," Lou suggested as we sat together over a coffee in the sports club. "After all you've been through I'm not surprised you're feeling down."

It was four weeks after Richie had gone off to University. At first we had exchanged messages several times a day, then only once a day. Now it was a full week since the boy I now had to think of as my former lover had left me any message at all.

After so many weeks being in bed with him every day, adjusting to life without Riche and without sex had been hard. Adjusting to the idea that I might never enjoy my stepson's body again was at this stage almost too terrible to bear.

I had told Lou most but by no means all of what had happened between Richie and me but my stories seemed unnecessary; my friend appeared to know instinctively what had taken place and how I was feeling.