My French Exchange student
written by:
Raingirl

I was a happily married 44 year old woman with a husband, two kids, a house in the suburbs and what I felt was an ideal life, or so I thought.

My son Dennis had gone to study-abroad in France last year where he stayed with a French family and went to school for the spring quarter of his junior year. His host family would then send their son to live with us the next year. When Dennis returned from his spring quarter experience, he seemed much more mature and I was pleased to see him grow into a mature young man. Now Maurice, his French counterpart was due to arrive at our house and I readied the spare bedroom in the daylight basement for him.

I had seen pictures of Maurice and could tell he was a handsome, confident young man and I looked forward to having him spend a few months with us.

It was late-August and very warm. It was nice having the pool in the back yard to keep cool. My daughter Shelly was home from her second year at State College and she was spending most of the time sunning during the day and clubbing at night. My husband was in his typical mode, working ten hours a day and travelling out of town every third week or so. I kept myself busy in the garden and running the household.

I drove with Dennis to the airport to pick up Maurice from Paris. He gave me a warm hug and thanked me profusely for hosting him here in the States. He was even more handsome that his pictures had let on and I noticed him looking at me with a bit more intensity than just the mother of his American buddy.

We arrived back home and Dennis took Maurice to his room to get unpacked while I made us all some lunch. Maurice seemed very excited to be in the US for the first time and said again how wonderful it was to be staying in such a beautiful home with a beautiful family. After the three of us had a bite to eat, Dennis suggested the two of them take a swim and cool off. I cleared the counters and decided to do a little weeding on the shady side of the back yard. I changed into a pair of shorts and a halter top and went out to the yard with my gardening basket.

I put down one of those foam knee-pads and was leaning over the flower beds when I heard the boys come outside. Dennis had on his typical board shorts that were in stark contrast to Maurice who was wearing a very form-fitting Speedo type suit. Even from forty feet away I could see the definite outline of his member!

Just before the two of them jumped in, Maurice looked over and saw me bending over and let out a wolf whistle! I was a bit embarrassed and didn't want to stare at his crotch anymore, so I just turned back to the garden and tried to forget it. The boys horsed around in the pool for about an hour while I worked my way around the garden weeding. I could feel myself getting quite warm and sweat was trickling down between my breasts as I hunched over the garden. Finally I decided it was too warm to continue and I gathered my things up and headed for the house.

Maurice saw me and his eyes tracked my every step. I tried not to notice his stares, but then popped out of the pool and said "Mrs. Anderson, why don't you come and swim with us?"

I could tell that Dennis wanted nothing to do with inviting his mother to come swimming with them. "Maurice, we should probably come to the understanding that since you'll be here for the next three months, you might as well call me Mary." "I think I'll just go take a shower, thanks just the same." As I walked away, I was hard not to notice his bulging crotch and I felt like he was sort of flaunting it at me.

I walked upstairs and started to undress in my bedroom. The master bedroom looked out over the back yard and as I finished taking off my clothes, I found myself wanting to peek through the sheer drapes to get another look at our new temporary family member. I was naked as I went to the edge of the window and looked down towards the pool. I knew they couldn't really see me, but I was drawn to see Maurice in that Speedo once more. I knew this was a bit weird for me to be so taken by the sight of a young man's bulging crotch, but I realized I hadn't been having much in the way of sexual stimulation from my husband lately and having Maurice whistle at me like that made me feel sexy.

I watched through the curtains as the two boys got out of the pool and took turns doing cannon-balls into the pool and generally splashing around. I was surprised to see how large Maurice's cock looked tucked inside that tight suit. Most men's unit would shrivel up to a small walnut, but his seemed to be in nearly a state of arousal. In a very uncharacteristic thing for me, I found myself running my hand over my mound as I let my middle finger gently stroke up and down along my slit. With my other hand, I raised it up and quietly fondled my erect nipple as if I were in some sort of trance.

As Dennis was underwater doing a handstand, Maurice reached inside his swim trunks and seemed to be adjusting his cock! As he was doing it, he suddenly looked straight up at the window I was standing at and smiled! I quickly stepped sideways away from the window and felt my heart pounding. "Did he see me?" I wondered.

I went into the bathroom and tried to put the incident out of my head. I turned on the shower and stepped in under the hard, needle like spray of the shower head. Again, I began touching myself as I rubbed the bar of soap over my torso. I spent a long time in the shower that afternoon and found myself masturbating with my fingers for the first time in a very long time. I found myself fantasizing that the fingers stuffed in my pussy were really Maurice's.

After I finished, I dried off, fixed my hair and put on my make-up. I went into the bedroom and put on some underwear and a fresh outfit. As I went to pick up the dirty clothes on the floor that I had stepped out of, I realized my panties were not there. I searched the entire bedroom and back into the bathroom, but couldn't find them anywhere. I dismissed it as insignificant and went downstairs to start preparing dinner.

Dennis was sitting at the kitchen table watching TV, freshly dressed from his swimming attire. "Where's Maurice?" I asked. "Oh, he's downstairs showering. We're going to go the mall after dinner. I got out some steaks for Jim to barbecue and prepared a salad.

I took the laundry downstairs and as I stepped down the last stair, I looked up to see Maurice stepping out of the bathroom rubbing a towel on his head and not a stitch of clothing! He finished rubbing the towel over his hair and removed the towel and looked at me with a casual glance. The two of us stared at each other for several seconds and he made no attempt to cover himself. I couldn't help but glance down and see his semi flaccid cock swinging between his legs like a polish sausage! Finally, Maurice opened the adjacent door and stepped into his bedroom.

I stood there dumbfounded at what had just happened. I took a deep breath and tried to reason with myself that maybe French people are just not that concerned about nudity. Problem was, my earlier feelings resurfaced and the feeling I had as I masturbated in the shower just flooded over my consciousness again. I quickly threw the dirty laundry in the washer and virtually ran back upstairs.

Jim had just arrived home and I tried to distract my thoughts by making small talk with my husband. He mentioned that he was going to have to go out of town the following day on a business trip. I told him we were going to barbecue steaks for our family and Maurice. Jim seemed anxious to finally meet him and went upstairs to change his clothes. A few minutes later, my daughter Shelly arrived home just as Maurice came upstairs from his shower. Dennis introduced the two and they all went out on the patio to chat. I watched from the kitchen window as Shelly asked Maurice about his life in Paris and what it was like to live there. As they chatted, I could see Maurice virtually undressing Shelly with his eyes. Worst part of that was, I think Shelly was enjoying the attention!

After dinner, Dennis and Maurice went off to the mall while I cleaned up the kitchen and went to see if Jim needed anything for his trip. I was feeling particularly horny from the events of the day and ended up seducing my husband and we had a very energetic love making session. Our basic position was "missionary style" and Jim slammed into me as I clenched his ass cheeks trying to pull him even deeper inside me. "Wow honey, you're on fire tonight!" Jim said. I couldn't tell him what it was that was making me so damned horny, I just closed my eyes and fantasized that it was Maurice's big sausage plowing into my pussy.

The next morning, Jim was still in the shower so I went to the kitchen to make coffee for him before he left for the airport. The kids were still asleep and I was wearing just my nightie and a flimsy robe over the top. Just as I finished setting the coffee pot, I turned around and let out a gasp! Maurice was standing behind me just a few feet and it startled the crap out of me.

"Good morning Maurice, I didn't hear you come upstairs."

Maurice was wearing a pair of short lounge-type pajamas that hung loosely around his groin with a tank-top tee shirt that accentuated his muscular chest. He stood there silently for a few seconds as I watched his eyes dart from my face to my breasts and back again. I glanced down and saw that my attire left little to the imagination since my nipples were poking out of the light-weight fabric. I quickly folded my arms over my chest to hide the obvious arousal.

Maurice said "My internal clock is still a bit screwed up and I couldn't sleep." Then he continued "Sorry about that little incident in the hall yesterday, I hope I didn't embarrass you."

"Please don't give it another thought. Why don't you sit down and I'll be back in a minute to fix you something to eat." I said hastily as I shuffled out of the kitchen. I didn't dare look back, but my short nightie was probably giving Maurice a nice view of my bare legs almost all the way up to my crotch.

I went upstairs and quickly changed my clothes. I slipped into bra and panties then into jeans and a blouse. Jim was just coming out of the shower and I told him Maurice was downstairs, couldn't sleep and I was going to make him some breakfast.

Jim said "None for me, I'm running late, just put some coffee in my commuter mug."

I went downstairs and found Maurice poured himself a cup of coffee. "May I pour you one?" he asked.

"Not right now, I need to get a traveling mug for Jim to take with him."

I reached up to the upper shelf to get Jim's commuter mug. It was on the top shelf and I was standing on my tip-toes and still couldn't quite get it. Just as I was about to give up, I felt Maurice come up from behind, reach over the top of me and pull the cup down. In the process, I felt his groin press into my backside and I felt very confined, but excited at the same time.

"Here you go." Maurice said as he took a step back and handed me the cup.

"Hello Maurice!" Jim said as he walked into the kitchen and broke the awkward moment.

I poured Jim's coffee into the mug and handed it to him. I don't know if it was the great sex we'd had the night before or the fact he was going to be gone for three days, but he pulled me close to him and gave me a hell of a good bye kiss right there in front of Maurice. I felt a bit like a exhibitionist as Jim's hand swept down and gave my butt cheeks a quick squeeze before letting me loose.

"I'll see you all in a few days!" he said happily and walked toward the front door.

There we were again, just Maurice and me in an awkward silence. It was only 7:00 AM and Shelly and Dennis usually didn't start stirring until close to 9:00. Maurice seemed to be surveying every inch of my body every time I'd turn around and look at him. Finally I said "If you'll excuse me, I've got to go down and throw some laundry in the dryer."

"I guess I should go get some clothes on." Maurice said as he followed me downstairs.

I felt as if he was stalking me as he came down the stairs close behind me. I went into the small laundry room and Maurice went past me and into his room. I opened the washing machine and threw the wet clothes into the dryer and started it up. Then I started sorting some other dirty clothes that had been deposited from Shelly and Dennis. I thought I should let Maurice know he was welcome to put his dirty clothes in the hamper and I'd wash them along with the rest of the family's laundry.

I walked down the hall and gently knocked on his bedroom door.

"Come in." Maurice said.

I entered the room and saw his suitcase opened up and strewn about the bed like a typical teenager. "I just wanted to tell you, if you have any dirty clothes, just ......."

I froze. There on the bed sitting atop his other clothes was a pair of panties, the panties I had been wearing the day before when I was gardening, the panties that were missing from my bedroom when I came out of the shower and searched all over for. My mind was seething! The only way he could have gotten those panties was if he was in my room the day before while I was in the shower!

I grabbed the panties and held them up. "How did you get these?!" I said with a gruff, indignant tone of voice.

I stared into Maurice's face expecting him to cower and admit an act of thievery. But instead, he looked at me with a very calm demeanor and said "I found them on your bedroom floor and thought I'd borrow them for a while."

"Borrow them, what the hell were you doing in my bedroom!" I said with and angry retort.

He smiled and took a step towards me. "Well you see, when I looked up to your window yesterday I could make you out as you stood in there with no clothes on. I figured maybe you wanted to tell me something so I came to your room when Dennis went to take a shower."

I stood there with my mouth open unable to respond.

Maurice continued "When I saw those juicy, soiled panties of yours, I picked them up and stuffed them in my pocket to enjoy later."

"You did what!" I said not really believing I was having such a surreal conversation.

"So then I peeked into the bathroom and watched you in the shower fingering your pussy and I'm pretty sure I heard you say my name!" Maurice said as I recalled doing just that.

I was so embarrassed and so humiliated, I threw down the panties, turned and ran out of the room and upstairs. I locked myself in my bedroom and trembled at the thought of what I had done and what Maurice had seen in just his first day in my home. How was I going to face him? I wanted to deny what he said was true, but he was not lying. Part of me was ashamed and embarrassed, but the other part of me was weirdly turned on by the fact that this handsome young Frenchman was peeking at my naked body in the shower and stealing my soiled panties. How could this be? How could I have gotten so far from my moral character in such a short time?

I hid out in my bedroom for the next hour and a half until I could hear Dennis talking to Maurice. I came downstairs and avoided eye contact with Maurice as I sipped a cup of coffee and talked with Shelly about her plans for the day. Then Dennis said he and Maurice were going to go down to the rec-center and play some basketball for a while.

I was relieved to have them out of the house and Shelly left shortly after they did for a rendezvous with some of her girlfriends.

There I sat, alone in the house with a fog of things running through my head. Was I really sexually attracted to some eighteen year old boy? And even if I was, was I going to do anything about it? I wandered around the house for the next little bit, then decided to go fold the laundry out of the dryer from earlier. After folding the laundry, I looked down the hall at the door to Maurice's room. I walked down the hallway and opened the door. I felt sleazy, but I was curious about what else I might find in his room. I started rooting around through his things. I didn't find my panties but did find a small carton of condoms, some x-rated French porno magazines and then the other shock. Another pair of panties, only this was a thong, and looked very much like the one's my daughter Shelly wore. I deduced that he had probably grabbed them off the dirty laundry hamper since they were also worn and quite aromatic.

"What a filthy little shit!" I said as I extracted the thong from his other things. I left his room feeling strangely torn. I was as mad at myself for getting sucked into this situation as I was at Maurice for stealing into my bedroom and stealing my panties. Now here I was rummaging through his personal things which I knew was an invasion of his privacy.

The rest of the day had me beating myself up mentally. I decided to try and forget all that had happened and make a fresh start, after all, Maurice was going to be living under my roof for the next three months; I had to clear things up. I decided to write a little note and leave it in his room. It went like this:

Maurice, I think we got off under some misunderstandings and I just want to forget all that has gone on up until now and start fresh. Mary

I was in the kitchen when the boys got back from basketball. I poured them a cold soda and they went to change into their swim suits and take a swim. I knew Maurice would find my note and hoped it would be received well. I watched for any kind of response from Maurice, but there was no indication from him that he had even looked at the note I left him. I spent the next hour or so starting to fix dinner, but all the while, I watched out the kitchen window at Maurice and his toned, young, tanned body each time he crawled out of the pool. My mind kept flashing back to the encounter yesterday when I saw him naked and the image of his cock swinging between his legs kept filling my consciousness.

The boys came in from the pool and went to shower before dinner. Dennis said they were going to meet some friends and go to out to a movie tonight. Shelly was out with friends, so that left me home alone. I did some housework, cleaned up the kitchen then decided to go take a shower myself and watch some TV. As I showered, my thoughts betrayed me and I began fondling my nipples with one hand and my slit with my other as I imagined it was really Maurice's hands touching my body. I soaped up my pussy and began frigging my fingers into my slippery slit faster and faster until my knees nearly buckled from having such a powerful orgasm. After allowing myself to cool down, I stepped from the shower and got ready for bed.

It was about eleven o'clock when I pulled back the covers to crawl into bed, that's when I found it. The note I had written to Maurice earlier was lying on my pillow with a response written underneath my writing. It said "Come to my room tonight, 2:00 AM"

My heart started pounding again as I read and re-read the note. Did he want to just talk, or was this his way of propositioning me? After contemplating all the possible scenarios, I made up my mind that I wasn't going to go compromise my marriage and my family by possibly getting caught in some sort of sexual liaison with an eighteen year old boy. After watching the TV for about an hour, I finally switched it off and tried to go to sleep. My mind couldn't give up on replaying different scenarios that might happen if I pursued Maurice's invitation. As I laid there I could help but massage and arouse myself then I finally drifted off to sleep.

My dreams were mixed up and bizarre, all of them had sexual undertones. Finally I popped awake with my heart racing and I was in a cold sweat. I turned sideways to glance at the clock on my bedside table, it read 1:58. The house was dead quiet and I assumed that Dennis, Maurice and Shelly had all gotten home and gone to bed. I laid there watching the clock....1:59, 2:00, 2:01, 2:02. I could feel my pussy actually dripping with wetness and I couldn't stop myself from leaping from bed. I was wearing a short nightie that stopped about mid-way down my thighs. I started to slip on my robe, but then decided against it. I opened my bedroom door and looked down the hallway at the kids bedroom doors. Both of them were closed which told me they were each inside and hopefully asleep. I crept down the hallway and down the stairs, through the kitchen and then stealthily eased myself down the basement stairs. As I stepped past the laundry room, I could see a faint light flickering under Maurice's bedroom door. I slowly gripped the handle and turned it as quietly as I could. As the latch released, I leaned against the door until I could peek inside.

There was a candle flickering inside a colored glass container that cast a surreal yellowish-orange light around the room. Maurice was lying partially in his side with a sheet pulled up just above his waist. Maurice was looking right at me as he patted the mattress next to him as an invitation and said "Come here and sit with me."

I could hear my heartbeat thumping in my ears as I deftly came through the door and closed it quietly behind me. Then I took the few short steps over to his bed and sat down just where he had indicated.

"Maurice, I thought........" I started to say, but Maurice held his finger up to his lips to quiet me. I watched him take his hand and put it on my leg just above my knee and then, without hesitation and without a word, he gently slid his hand up along the inside of my thigh. I looked down and saw his hand disappear under the hem of my nightie. I watched as I willingly opened my thighs to allow his hand better access. His finger brushed my slick pussy which made me close my eyes and let out a moan of pleasure. It didn't take him long before he had two of his fingers sliding easily in and out of my pussy.

I could hardly breathe I was so excited. Maurice was the first person to touch me there since before I was married with the exception of my husband. His motions were slow, deliberate and he knew exactly how to pleasure me down there. My clit throbbed under the attention he gave me and I realized my chest was heaving with short, erratic breaths. I glanced at his face and saw his devilish smile looking back at me, as if he was relishing the conquest of me. I knew this was terribly, terribly wrong, but I had no resolve to make him stop. I just sat there with my legs open wide and I could hear myself uttering little groans of ecstasy.

Then, Maurice took his other hand and pulled back the sheet that had covered him. I looked down to see his fist wrapped around his beautiful, hard cock and he was gently pumping it up and down. I took a sharp breath in. I was surprised at how big and long it was fully erect. When I had seen it in the hallway, I knew it was bigger than my husband's shaft, but now that Maurice was fully erect, I could see it was a good two to three inches longer than Jim's. The other amazing trait was that Maurice's cock had a long sweeping curve upwards and it was oozing with pre-cum out his slit.

Maurice let go of his cock and said "Touch it Mary, stroke it for me!"

My eyes widened even more as I took his magnificent cock shaft with both my hands and began exploring it. It was long and slender. It wasn't much different in diameter than Bill's cock, but I was already wondering what it would feel like to have this monster actually inside me. I pumped it tentatively a few times and watched the helmet-head throbbing with blood supply.

Maurice was skillfully finger-fucking me and making me rise ever closer to my first orgasm. I was distracted at my own feelings because I was so focused on touching this curvy cock. Then Maurice said "Go ahead Mary, put it in your mouth.... Suck it for me."

I didn't even hesitate, I just leaned down and guided his cock head into my mouth and began sucking the helmet head. I had always been shy about giving my husband any oral attention, but I was not the least bit grossed out at the thought of taking Maurice's cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his cock and even slithered the tip of my tongue into his slit. I could taste the salty pre-cum on my tongue and it made me hungry for more. Maurice's fingers were now plunging deeper into my pussy as I sucked his cock. The energy seemed to build between us as we both pleasured each other. I was sucking his cock as best I knew how, but couldn't get him very deep into my mouth without gagging. Saliva drooled out of my mouth as I attacked his cock from different angles and got more and more of his cock inside my mouth.

My first orgasm took me by surprise. I started bucking and contorting like I never had before around Maurice's fingers. I let his cock slip from my mouth as I gasped for air and groaned loudly as the climax overtook me. I was jolting and quivering and humping my hips against his hand as the orgasm seemed to have no end. Minutes went by and my body continued its uncontrolled gyrations until finally Maurice slipped his finger out of my drenched pussy and I collapsed next to him.

I felt his hands gently roam over my body as my heart rate slowly returned to normal. Then, Maurice sat up and helped me do the same. His eyes were mesmerizing as he reached down and took the hem of my nightie and pulled it up and over my head. Now there I was, sitting naked on the bed with my new lover. We both knew what was going to happen next and I allowed him to position me on my back with my head against the head-board. Maurice then knelt between my legs and kissed me on the lips. It was a glorious, seductive slow, sensuous kiss that made my body tingle. His lips worked their way down my neck and then to my sensitive nipples. I had never felt so turned on and so horny in all my life. My hands cradled his head as he worked from one nipple to the other, sucking each one of them hard into his mouth.

My anticipation grew as his lips worked down the underside of my C-cup breast and down to my pubic patch. I felt him spread my cunt lips with his thumbs, then plunged his face against my pussy with his tongue probing inside me. It didn't take long before I could feel the rekindling of my climax. The excitement of having this young boy tongue fucking me with my son and daughter in the house added even more intensity to my adulterous actions. Maurice forced his face tight against my pussy and lapped at my clit in a feverish motion which launched me into another climax equally as strong as the first.

I flipped and flopped on the bed like a fish out of water. Having two powerful orgasms so close together was more erotic and more sensual than anything I'd ever even hoped to experience. I didn't even notice that Maurice had slipped his tongue from my pussy and was positioning himself for the real thing. I opened my eyes to see him poised above my naked body with his long, curved cock ready to enter my married pussy. Then, Maurice surprised me by taking my ankles up over his shoulders to expose my cunt even more to his probing cock. I was so excited and so wet, the head of his cock slipped easily into my pussy and with a few short thrusts, nearly his entire length was inside me.

"Oh My God!" I squealed. "Oh my fucking God!" I gasped again as he began sliding the full length of his cock inside me. The position we were in and the shape of his cock was making me even more delirious with desire. His cock would slide in against my clit making it quickly raw and sensitive. But the other thing I had never experienced with my husband bill was the fact that Maurice's cock would curl up inside my vagina and rub against my "G" spot. In a few short minutes, I was convulsing all over again with my third orgasm. His thrusts were strong and forceful and made my climax seem to go on in an endless pattern. I had no sense of time, no sense of right or wrong, all I knew was this boy was satisfying me in ways I had never experienced before.

My body was being jolted each time Maurice's cock would slam into me. The harder he fucked me, the more intense my orgasm became. I gripped a hold of him and dug my fingernails into his back as we pounded our bodies together. Then, I was aware of Maurice starting to groan as well with his mouth right up to my ear. "I'm going to cum in you Mary.......I'm going to cum deep inside you!"

Seconds later, his body stiffened and the torrent of white, hot, thick cum exploded from his balls into my married pussy. I could feel the force of his cum streams shooting inside my womb. I held on for dear life and was bathed in the moment of the most beautiful sex I'd ever known.

I awoke and wondered if I'd been dreaming. I opened my eyes and saw the little candle on Maurice's night stand flickering with that eerie light. I looked at the clock, it read 3:45. Maurice's hand was draped over my waist and I could feel his body spooned up against mine. I could also feel a sticky trickle of cum oozing from my pussy and then I knew it was not a dream, it was the real thing. I did commit an adulterous act against my husband.... I did seduce or was seduced by an eighteen year old boy. One other thing I realized........ I knew I wasn't going to be satisfied with just this one encounter.

I slipped from Maurice's bed and slipped on my nightie. Maurice was fast asleep, so I blew out the candle and made my way back to my bedroom. After cleaning up the dripping cum from my pussy, I tried to go back to bed, but was too engrossed in the amazing sex I had just experienced. It was nearly 5:00 AM before I finally went to sleep.

It was Saturday morning and I slept in much later than usual for obvious reasons. Bill was returning home today and I figured I better get all my night clothes and underwear cleaned up to eliminate the aroma of sex that I could smell on me. I took a nice long shower, shaved my legs and curled my hair. As I finished putting on my make-up, I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered "Am I getting all prettied up for Bill or for Maurice?"

I came downstairs and found Shelly sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. I poured myself a cup and talked with her for a while and found out what she'd been doing for the past day or so. She had told me that the boys had gone out water skiing with one of Dennis's friends and they'd be back this afternoon.

I felt amazingly good and almost felt guilty that I wasn't feeling guilty! I picked Bill up at the airport and drove him home and he told me about his mundane business trip. Even though I was putting on a front that I was truly interested in what he was telling me, in actuality, I was re-living the fantastic sex I'd had with Maurice.

Bill unpacked his things and Dennis and Maurice returned from their water skiing adventure. Shelly announced she wasn't hanging around for dinner, but was going clubbing with friends. It was a bit scary to have eye contact with Maurice during dinner and I tried to focus on Bill. After dinner, Bill and Dennis went into the family room and started watching the baseball game on TV. I was leaning over the dishwasher when I felt a hand slide quickly up between my thighs and cup over my mound! I gave a little squeal and turned to see it was Maurice!

He leaned close and whispered "I loved fucking you last night!"

I felt my face blush red as I gave him a little smile and whispered back "Me too!"

I could feel myself getting excited just in a few seconds but knew this was not the time or place. "Go watch the game!" I said smiling and pushed his wandering hands away from my body.

After cleaning up the kitchen, I went in and watched an inning with the three guys. I was feeling pretty tired and realized my late night extracurricular activities were probably catching up with me. I told Bill I was going up to bed and he said he'd be up in a little while.

I readied myself for bed and crawled into my bed complete with freshly washed sheets. It didn't take long before I was sleeping like a baby. I never did even hear Bill when he came to bed. Then, just like the night before, I suddenly awoke at 2:00AM. I looked over and saw Bill sleeping quietly with that familiar little snore of his. I laid there for a few minutes and heard the familiar sound of Shelly's car pull into the driveway. Her usual routine after coming home late was to rummage around in the refrigerator, have a bite of something and a short glass of water or milk, then come upstairs and pile into bed. After about twenty minutes had gone by, I still hadn't heard her come upstairs which I thought was a bit odd. Finally, I slipped out of bed and went out into the hallway. Her bedroom door was open and she was not there. I could see lights on down in the kitchen so I went to see what she was doing.

I got to the kitchen and found her glass of water on the kitchen table but she was nowhere to be found. Then I saw the light on the basement stairway was on and my chest started to get tight. I silently descended the stairs and tip-toed towards Maurice's room. I was still several steps away from the door and heard muffled groans and moans. I could hardly believe my ears! Was Maurice...My Maurice fucking My Daughter in My House!?

My hands trembled as I turned the door handle and went to peer inside. I had to cover my own mouth to keep my gasp from being heard! There was Shelly, stark naked and on all fours on the bed with Maurice behind her, kneeling between her legs and fucking her from behind! I watched that beautiful cock that had been fucking me just 24 hours before now plowing into my own daughter. I marveled at the glistening shaft as he would pull it nearly all the way out before slamming back into her pussy. His thrusts seemed even more forceful than the way he was fucking me. I watched for a minute or so until I couldn't stand to watch anymore and quietly closed the door. I was shaking as I made my way upstairs.

"How could Maurice betray me like that?" I was asking myself. "What kind of a slut had my daughter become to be fucking our house guest?"

Then I shook my head and listened to my own questions. I was by far the sluttiest, raunchiest and most dishonest of us all the way I had allowed myself to be drawn into an adulterous affair.

I went back to my bedroom and crawled in next to my husband. I tried to blot out the image of those two fucking like animals downstairs, but the more I replayed it in my mind, the more I was wishing it was me downstairs getting fucked like a dog instead of my daughter.

The next day, I could hardly face Maurice and I wasn't very happy with my daughter either (although I couldn't voice my discontent). Dennis and Maurice were going to go to a pro football game with Bill that afternoon. Shelly was going to visit a couple of her friends and they planned to go camping overnight. I was moping around feeling a little "stepped on" since I wasn't the only woman in Maurice's life. I decided to go to the mall shopping and take my mind off of things. I figured I could go back home after everyone had left and have some alone time and maybe drown myself in a bottle of wine.

I came back into the house and went upstairs to change into some more comfortable clothes. As I stepped out of my skirt and undid my blouse, I stood in front of the wardrobe mirrors and admired my body. I thought to myself "I guess I am desirable enough to have a young Frenchman wanting to fuck me." I smoothed my hands over my bra-clad breasts and closed my eyes to envision my young lover fucking me senseless.

I felt another pair of hands cup over the top of my own hands as I felt the presence of another body behind me! My eyes shot open and I saw Maurice standing behind me in the mirror.

"What are you doing here?" I gasped wondering if anyone else was in the house.

Maurice turned me to face him and said "I told Dennis and your husband I wasn't feeling well and they went to the game without me."

Then his mouth covered mine and he started kissing me in that very sensual way. I melted immediately into his arms and pulled him tight against me. I could feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against my belly as we squirmed and groped and fondled each other. Maurice quickly unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor. Then he broke our kiss and knelt before me, he hooked the waistband of my panties and slowly pulled them down my legs. I was trembling again like a scared little schoolgirl as his eyes focused on me, and his mouth clamped over my pussy.

"Ohhhhh God Yessssss!"I groaned as he began pleasuring my pussy with his tongue.

Then he quickly stood up and kissed me. I could taste my own juices on his tongue and it made me feel very dirty and slutty. He broke our kiss and looked at me and said "You saw us last night didn't you?"

I flashed on the vision of him fucking Shelly from behind. "Yes........yes I did."

"Do you want me to fuck you that way?" he said as he started to peel off his tee shirt and undo his jeans.

I looked down as he slipped off his briefs and his sexy curvy cock came into view. "Yes Maurice, I want you to fuck me just like you did Shelly!"

He ripped the bedspread from the king-sized bed and roughly shoved me onto the bed and ordered me onto all fours. He was like an animal the way he slid my legs apart and shoved his cock into me without the tender foreplay of our first fuck session. I screamed as he forced his cock all the way in and began fucking me with long deep strokes. I felt the sting of his palm as he spanked my ass and said "Shove that cunt of your back against my every thrust!"

Another slap on my ass cheeks sent a thrilling chill through my entire body. "Oh Maurice, fuck me harder, HARDER!" I insisted.

The sensation of being fucked like this was different than anything I'd felt before. My husband had never fucked me this way and I was again feeling another whole set of stimulations that I didn't dream possible. Maurice was groaning and grunting and slamming into me like a jack hammer.

"Fuck Fuck Fuck!" I kept shouting as he plowed my married pussy over and over and over again.

In a few short minutes, the two of us were banging away like two freight trains colliding. Maurice reached under my body and found my nipples swaying back and forth and pinched them hard!

"Owwweeeee!" I squealed as I kept forcing my pussy back against each of his thrusts.

I felt the rush of his cum shoot into me just as my own climax lit like a firecracker. The two of us filled the room with moans and groans. I could feel the trickle of our combined cum leaking from my pussy as Maurice finally pulled his softening cock from my abused cunt.

Maurice slipped down next to me and kissed and cuddled with me. "Did you like that?" he asked.

"God did I!" I gasped barely able to speak.

We fucked twice more before cleaning up and changing the sheets once again. Maurice was touching and fondling me every chance he got and I was enthralled by the idea of having a live-in lover for the next three months.