Wendy Obscene Bikini

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 to her 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 Wendy in every position she asked for. It had been doggy style, 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 until 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, wanting 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, the tension in her 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 require a move as soon as he arrived, a quick, hot seduction where Wendy had the cock inside her before the boy even reached the side of the pool.

It was an 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 sex, body trembling, pussy clenching with need despite the pounding she had taken during the night.

She looked at her phone and groaned with anticipation because he was due in five minutes. He arrived three minutes early. Wendy felt the excitement surge within when she heard the side gate close. “Okay, let’s go,” she said to herself.

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 and spluttered: “Mrs. K? What the fu--?”

Wendy squeezed the cock. “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 dick. “Yes, you do like this little bikini,” she sighed.

The boy gulped again as Wendy caressed his length. She looked at the cock, excitement squeezing inside. She set her attention on the boy’s face, hand working slowly.

Wendy moved in, pressing her front 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 at 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 of his dick. “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, her 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 and 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 and 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 was close 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 and 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 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 boy is here. I was gonna bring him over but he’s shy. Maybe another time. <

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

The boy looked across, his 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 said, “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 wants 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 off 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, then 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, and pointed to her pussy. “Okay, I jerked you off ‘til you came. I’ve sucked your dick. Time for you to service me properly. Lick my twitching cunt.”

Wendy felt the thrill of excitement when she saw the boy’s face register shock at the obscenity.

“That’s such a nasty word,” Wendy muttered.

The boy was on his way down to his knees.

“But I’m in that kind of mood,” Wendy added. She held herself splayed; neat labia pinned back with the tips of her fingers to expose her scarlet core. “Treat me right and, well, this could be a regular thing,” Wendy said.

The boy stared at Wendy’s opening for several long seconds. Wendy could see the awe behind his eyes.

“Go on, honey,” she breathed.

The boy nodded and then ducked in, tongue wriggling into Wendy’s opening.

“Yes, baby, I love it,” she moaned.

It went on for a while. Wendy moaned and gasped, fingers in the boy’s thick, fair hair as he worked his tongue over Wendy’s vulva. He sucked at her clit and slid a finger into Wendy’s pussy.

She gasped and squirmed, depravity pouring out of Wendy’s mouth as she went for her orgasm.

“Uh-huh, get me there, baby,” Wendy sobbed.

The boy was working hard at her pussy, tongue busy over slippery, excited flesh while Wendy mauled her own breasts, recliner shunting and shifting as Wendy’s hips moved.

She came.

Wendy’s climax hit her, the judders strong through her body and limbs, her own fingers stirring her insides as Wendy took control from the boy.

As Wendy writhed and let the orgasm take her, the boy stood up, gazing at Wendy, his hand moving over his length.

The mayhem ceased.

Wendy calmed and sucked in oxygen.

She looked at the boy and saw his hand on the cock.

Then Wendy offered herself. She spread her legs, folding them at the knees, her eyes on the boy’s face.

“Put that in. Time to give my pussy that big fucking dick of yours.”

The boy groaned.

“Come here, baby,” Wendy urged.

He got onto the recliner with Wendy. Both of them shifted around. The boy moved in closer, one hand supporting his weight while he aimed the big bulb at Wendy’s body.

The cockhead nudged Wendy’s opening.

She gasped when the dome slid past the slick resistance at her entrance, pussy stretching to take the length and girth the boy was offering.

“Uh-huh, just wait for a second,” Wendy moaned. She shifted position, gasping at the length inside her body. “Just let me get used to it,” Wendy muttered.

“It’s tight, Mrs. K,” the boy said.

“Yes, baby, I know,” Wendy gasped. She nodded at the boy, hips moving as a signal she was ready to rut.

The boy started to offer his entire length to Wendy’s pussy.

She groaned when his balls nudged against her butt. “All the way out, honey. Keep the end inside me but I want to feel all that thing slide out.”

Wendy groaned again, wall-eyed with bliss as the boy’s cock slid out and then back in. “Do that a few more times. Then I want you to pound me, baby. Give it to me nice and soft for a few more strokes. Then I want us to fuck really hard.”

The boy did it for Wendy. She breathed out her pleasure as the silky glide stretched her pussy deep, the action working faster until the boy was on two straight arms, the full force of his fucking slap-thwacking against Wendy, the recliner protesting at the vehemence.

It went on until Wendy saw the boy’s face was tight with his need. He was staring at Wendy, hips working hard, teeth bared in a silent snarl. The boy’s muscles bunched and flexed, biceps bulging as the boy took a white-knuckle ride on the recliner, his cock fucking in and out of Wendy’s pussy.

“Baby, don’t come,” Wendy growled. The boy kept on pounding like he wanted to smash Wendy’s pubic bone to dust. “No, come on, stop. Let’s try it in doggy,” Wendy gasped. It took a shove at his shoulder to get him to listen.

“Mrs. K,” the boy gasped.

“Uh-huh, I know, but you’ll come and I’m not anywhere near done with you yet,” Wendy put in.

She felt the void when the cock sipped free. “God, just put it back in,” Wendy moaned.

She was on her way round to hands and knees, pelvis angled as Wendy offered the pussy, creasing at the waist to look back at the boy.

Wendy spread her buttocks, knowing the boy would see the gape of her pussy, excitement surging through her when she saw his expression.

“Mrs. K, you’ve got such a hot body,” he muttered.

“I take care of it,” Wendy said. She pulled harder at her butt, desperate for the boy’s size in her pussy again. “I like to look good for young guys like you,” Wendy added.

The boy was crouching, cock in hand, the dome aimed at Wendy.

“Put it in. Hold my waist. Fuck me,” Wendy snarled.

She sobbed her joy when the cock went in, the boy’s size moving, his fingers tight on Wendy’s waist. They went on that way for two full minutes. It was all raw fucking for Wendy. She moaned and fucked back against the boy’s inward stroke, groaning in delight, a curse bubbling from Wendy when her mobile phone rang.

It was her everyday phone, the ringtone a sign her husband was calling. The boy’s slid from Wendy’s pussy as she moved to take the call.

“Hi,” Wendy said. She stood up, phone in one hand, the other hand reaching for the boy.

“The guy’s here doing the pool,” Wendy said. She led the boy towards the house, hand on his cock.

“Oh, he’s working really hard,” Wendy said. She braced herself against the wall with one hand, tilting at the waist to angle the pelvis, butt thrust back. The boy took the hint. He moved in, jacking his dick as he offered the dome to Wendy’s opening.

“Uh-huh, I’ll take care of him,” Wendy said. The boy held her hips and worked his size in and out. It was divine for Wendy, the pleasure sublime as she held the moan, the boy’s hands moving around so he could squeeze Wendy’s breasts.

“I’ll probably swing by the library later,” Wendy managed to say. The boy was fucking slowly, giving Wendy the entire length in long, easy strokes. Wendy’s head lolled loose, sunglasses clattering to the patio.

“Just my sunglasses. I dropped them,” Wendy put in. The boy moved faster, cockhead probing deep. Wendy squirmed and swiveled around to look back at him. She signaled with a roll of her eyes that she was loving the pipe.

“Hold me. Fuck me hard,” she mouthed. The boy got busy, taut stomach slapping Wendy’s butt, her flesh jiggling as the boy worked at the rut.

“Okay … I better get going,” Wendy said. She held her lower lip between her teeth, a gasp issuing forth.

“Yes, miss you, too,” Wendy muttered.

She ended the call, gasping as the boy went at her pussy, his hands all over Wendy’s body as she fucked back onto the cock.

“Baby, just keep on fucking like that,” Wendy moaned. The perversion bubbled out of Wendy in a babbling rush as she felt the size working within.

“I know I’m just a cheating slut…

“I just love the cock…

“Baby, you’re such a great fuck…

“You want to service my pussy as well as the pool?

“You want to keep this a regular thing when my husband’s away?”

Wendy’s heels pecked the patio as she struggled to stay upright. The boy was going at her pussy with vigorous action, gasps coming from them both, moans and groans of pleasure mixed in with the slapping of skin-on-skin.

“Mrs. K … Fuck, yeah, I wanna do this with you again,” the boy muttered.

“My husband’s paying you to service the pool and his wife … How do you feel about that?”

“I’d do the pool for free if this is what I get,” the boy put in.

“No, baby, take the money. It makes me hot to know he’s giving you cash for using me like this. I love it. I just fucking adore what I do.”

“Ah, Mrs. K, I can’t keep going like this. I just wanna come.”

It was an effort for Wendy to get off the cock. She was working into her climax, head full of cheating and how she’d offered her pussy to the boy while on the phone with her husband. Wendy was close, pussy clenching, lust smeared on the insides of her thighs.

“No … please … not yet,” Wendy groaned. She felt her pussy twitch as the cock slipped free of her body.

“Let’s go inside … My bed … You can fuck me on my bed.”

The boy followed Wendy into the house. She saw his dick waggling around, his expression all about feral need, his eyes on her body.

Wendy took him to her room, the site where she’d taken the other two during the night. The bed was neat, fresh sheets and cover laid on it, the cum-stained evidence of Wendy’s infidelity in the washer.

Wendy got on the bed and opened her legs for the boy. She held up her arms and smiled at him. “Okay, so, let’s do it this way. I want to kiss. I want to look at your face when you empty yourself inside me.”

“Mrs. K, is it okay to do it inside you?” The boy was kneeling between Wendy’s thighs, cock in his fist.

“Baby, I want to feel your cum dripping out of me for the rest of the day. I want to feel it all squishy in my underwear.”

The boy boggled, eyes wide, mouth slack. “That’s so fucking nasty,” he groaned.

Wendy chuckled, the sound dark and corrupt. “Uh-huh, I know,” she sighed.

The boy moved in.

Wendy took his size.

They kissed and took it slow, staring at each other until the boy’s face went tight.

“Yes, give it all to me. All your cum. I want your seed in there,” Wendy gasped.

The boy grunted and went up on two straight arms, cockhead in deep as he purged himself of lust.

Wendy kissed the boy through his climax, working her fingers over her clit to tease herself to her own writhing climax.

***
Wendy didn’t bathe when the boy left the house. She put on underwear, pressing a hand against her vulva so the cotton was sodden when the boy’s ejaculate slipped from her body.

Wendy dressed in blue safari shorts and a blue tank top with a pink flower design. She was in suburban-wife mode. Wendy found her sunglasses on the patio. She checked her phones: no calls from hubby but there was a message from the neighbor on the dirty phone.

>did u get a fucking off the boy? <

Wendy sniggered and then typed out her response.

>sure did. I’ve got his cum inside me now. <

Wendy’s pussy clenched, semen squirting into her briefs when she read the next message.

>basement’s ready. I can have a couple or three guys for you whenever you want. <

Wendy sighed and closed her eyes, excitement surging between her legs. “Uh-huh, let’s make that a date for tomorrow,” she muttered.