Naughty By Nature

[angelique127]

Mrs. Joyce Roberts is married to a doctor, a successful plastic surgeon, although at her age, thirty something, and with her looks she doesn't need any cosmetic help. She could only be described as breathtaking, a natural beauty, often compared to a dark haired, brown eyed goddess, but with a body simply made for sin. Of course, her large, firm breasts, narrow waist, and long slender legs made her almost irresistable...as a matter of fact, on the surface, it seemed Joyce had everything she could possible want, a fine sports car, an elegant house in a good, upscale neighborhood, expensive clothes and jewelry, a membership to the best country club in town in Savannah, Georgia. Yes, Mrs. Roberts lived a perfect, fairy tale lifestyle. She was a true, butter melts in her mouth, spoiled southern belle !

Alas, being that Joyce was married, and a doctors wife, meant that it came with a few restrictions and commitments. Maybe she wasn't able to openly flirt anymore, something every proper southern girl learned to do from birth, but she still dressed to kill, stockings, heels, short skirts or dresses, plunging necklines in public and filmy, sheer, seductive lingerie in the bedroom. Many would have to agree that the good doctor, Martin Lewis Roberts was a very lucky and blessed man ...


They had been married for almost two years, when Martin received a letter from his first cousin, on his mothers side, asking for assistance. It seemed that Brett Mc Finn, the long lost, black sheep of the family, was going to be paroled from prison soon and needed a place to stay until he could get on his feet. At first, understandably, Martin wanted nothing to do with his wayward cousin, the guy was nothing but trouble, and he considered Brett a low-life, comparing him to white trash. Why should he help a convict, a guy who use to pick on him when they were younger ? But after a little family pressure, it was decided that Brett deserved a second chance, and Martin, being a fine, upstanding member of the family, which always came first, was the one to help out. Reluctantly, Martin agreed to let Brett stay with them for at least one month, until he got a job and his own place to stay.

He was probably making a big mistake !

 

[makofin]

Georgia Department of Corrections

After living for three years in this hell hole, with black gangsters, illegal, punk, Mexican immigrants and white, tatooed Hitler youth, I was ready to get on the outside and find me some 'poontang' or whatever you want to call it. To be honest, nobody messes with me, I'm six foot two, solid muscle, but to live for three years without any female companionship, more or less sucks. When I first got here, I was twenty two years old, in the prime of my life, and I had me more woman than a passenger train can haul. The only thing to do was to kick alot of ass and earn a reputation. But damn, I learned my lesson. Now, I just want my freedom to do as I please !

So, when my parole hearing comes up, I have all the right answers. I'm going to attend church, ask forgiveness, and contribute to society. I'm really sorry that I robbed the liquer store but in the end, nobody got hurt. All as I need is an address, a promise of a steady job and all the usual bullshit. Thank God, my cousin is a doctor and willing to give me a second chance. What is family for ?

Who could forget good ol' cousin Martin ? The typical skinny, geek wimp, always getting picked on, but who grow up to be a doctor. Makes six figures a year. Married to the most beautiful girl in all of Georgia, if not the entire southland. Go figure, that bitch just loves the money. Perhaps I can teach her a thing or two.

 

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Joyce

We were enjoying our evening meal, which hadn't been interrupted yet by hubby's beeper, paging him back to the hospital. I swear, that thang went off constantly, at any ol' time, day or night, even during our lovemaking a few times. Why, once I got so frustrated, I tried to flush it down the toilet...

" By the way, sweetheart, my cousin Brett will be staying with us for a few weeks. " Martin said, wiping his mouth with his napkin.

" I beg your pardon. " Confused, I glared at my husband. He had never mentioned any cousin named Brett before...

" Yes... well... against my better judgement, I have decided that he can stay with us, if only for a short while."

" Martin, dear, I must admit this comes as a little bit of a surprise. I mean, have you considered my feelings ? Not that I mind, but ..."

" I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner. Believe me, I'm not too crazy about the whole thing myself, but he is family." Martin paused, reaching over to take my hand. " I have to confess, darling, Brett is a convict. He is being released from prison next week. "

" What ? " For some reason, I was completely shocked that my white collar, straight laced husband had a convict for a cousin..." I do declare, what was he in prison for ? Is he dangerous ? "

" Well, Brett has had a few run ins with the law, he was convicted for armed robbery, but he has promised to change. All he wants is a second chance, otherwise I wouldn't allow him to stay here. " Martin reassured me.

To tell the truth, I wasn't too happy about having a felon living under the same roof with us, but Martin seemed determined to help his first cousin. And it was only for a couple of weeks... " Okay, but he better behave ! "

 

[makofin]

The almost empty Greyhound bus rolled northward towards it's destination.

I was free again after spending three and a half years locked away in that hellhole, and one thing was certain, I was never going back, no matter what. All I wanted to do was find a job, stay out of trouble and make up for some lost time. Of course I was on parole and had certain conditions to abide to, but that had nothing to do with getting some. Damn, I felt sorry for the first sweet, young thing I hooked up with, if you know what I mean. Three years of just dreaming about pussy, being unable to smell it, touch or taste it, drove me crazy. I wanted to spend hours between some lucky women's legs, until I passed out from exhaustion.

My cousin Marty lived in Savannah, and their was a beach nearby, which should be packed with thousands of females since it was summer. The bars and clubs would be full of eligable ladies waiting to be charmed by this hungary, young buffed [ I lifted weights daily for three years ] and handsome southern man. I planned to pick up where I left off before, when I had me two or three lovely ladies longing for my attention. Another thing I wanted, and would be far easier to procure, was an icey cold beer and a shot of Jack Daniels. I could already taste the fine whiskey as it burned my throat going down !

Finally, the bus pulled into town at six pm and I called Marty to come pick me up. Thankfully, he had agreed to give me a place to stay until I got back on my feet. I waited patiently for my rich ass cousin to arrive.

 

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Joyce

I didn't really relish the idea of having Martin's cousin, especailly since he was a convict, staying with us in our home. Call me selfish, if you will, but I didn't get to spend much quality time with my husband as it was, with him spending long hours at the hospital every day. Not to mention, I enjoyed my privacy. Another concern of mine was the financail burden this could cause us, and I don't like freeloaders or losers.

About six o'clock, the felon called, saying he had arrived and needed to be picked up at the bus station. Martin rushed off in the Mercedes to go and fetch him. Irritated, I delayed our dinner. We were having shrimp fettecini and a salad but I'm sure Brett would rather have something he was accustomed too, like a bologna sandwich. Forgive me, but I can be such a bitch sometimes.


Let me say that I was totally unprepared when I met Brett Mc Finn. He was NOT what I expected. Most surprisingly, Brett did not resemble Martin in any way. While Martin was of average height and somewhat thin, his cousin was tall and solid. He had a broad chest and huge arms, in spite of the replusive tatoo on his left bicep. His full head of hair was dark, just like his eyes, and I couldn't help but notice an air of confidence, bordering on arrogance it seemed.

" Darling, I'd like you to meet my cousin, Brett Mc Finn. " I heard my husband say.

Brett grinned and took my hand, his bold, penetrating eyes searching into mine. I was speechless for a brief moment, as if mesmerized by this extremely handsome man.

" Pleased to meet you, Mr. Mc Finn. " I blushed, making no attempt to withdraw my hand from his firm grasp...

 

[makofin]

Brett

My cousin Marty hadn't changed much, he was still the same old skinny dweeb I remembered, only older and taller. As a kid, he never got in any trouble, and was always the bright, goody two shoes wimp who got his ass kicked on the way home from school, until I stepped in and kicked ass. After all, Marty was my cousin and therefor part of my family, so I afforded him some protection. Now he was a well off, wealthy doctor, wearing a suit and tie, and driving a Mercedes, while everything I owned fit in a cheap duffle bag.

During the drive to his house, I listened quietly as he gave advice on how to turn my life around and become a decent, productive member of society. Marty had all the answers, and made it seem so fucking easy. I couldn't help thinking that maybe he mssed his calling, instead of becoming a doctor he could have been a parole officer or a social worker.

When we passed through the gate and I got a look at his home, or in other words 'estate', after spending three years in a tiny, stinking, filthy and sweltering cell I was impressed, to say the least. Even more so, when I had the pleasure of greeting his beautiful, young wife. She was simply a goddess, easily the most gorgeous, sexy female to grace the the state of Georgia.

" Pleased to meet you, Mr. Mc Finn. " she gushed, in that slow southern drawl.

I stared deep into those sultry brown eyes, momentarily overwhelmed by the mere touch of the creamy, soft feel of her hand.

" Likewise, Mrs, Roberts. "

 

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Joyce

All throughout dinner I felt Brett's eyes upon me, and everytime I glanced his way he gave me this cocky grin, and he took the liberty of letting his steely gaze fall towards my ample cleavage. Slightly uncomfortable, I tried to avoid eye contact with him at first, but I found it almost impossible not to stare at this very attractive man who was sitting across the table from me. Fortunately, Martin didn't seem to notice that his own cousin was undressing me with his eyes. He just continued to lecture Brett, and tell him that he was lucky to have a second chance. Anyhow Martin seemed eager to help, even offering several job prospects that he knew of around town. I got the feeling Brett wasn't too interested in finding any ol' job, he was far more interested in something else...

My God, to go without having a female for over three years ! He must be extremely horny ! I thought, and then silently scolded myself for thinking such a thing. I was a proper married woman, although I had to admit that I was fantasizing more often about certain improper things...our sex life was rather lackluster lately.

I warned myself to stay away from Brett Mc Finn as much as possible...

 

[makofin]

Brett

After the dishes were cleared by the older live-in maid, Marty poured us a brandy. I would have preferred whiskey, but I wasn't about to complain after eatting the best meal I tasted in over three years. Besides it was sort of tradition in our family, a good old southern hospitality. His beautiful wife, however, excused herself, and I hid my dissappointment. Marty toasted to my freedom and a new beginning. I expected cigars but remembered that he didn't smoke, being the good doctor that he was.

" Well, I suppose you will have a tough time finding a good job without some new fancy threads." Marty remarked, " I'll tell you what, I'll talk to Joyce and have her take you shopping tommorrow, she won't mind. You can pick out what you need and put it on my charge card. "

" That's very generous of you Marty, but don't you think you've done enough already. "

" Nonsence, I can more than afford it. If you want you can consider it a loan and pay us back later when you get on your feet. " he insisted.

To be honest, I was more excited about spending quality time with his wife than buying clothes. Then he discussed the ground rules once again. Marty made it quite clear that he was willing to help, but one of the first things I had to do was find employment. Their would be no hanging out in bars, drinking and or fighting. In other words nothing to violate my parole.

I listened, knowing I was going to do what I wanted. Not that I was ungrateful, I was living in a palace compared to prison, but nobody told me what to do. I was free.

 

[angelique127]

Saturday

I really wasn't looking forward to taking Brett shopping, dispite loving to shop, but Martin insisted. If you asked me, his cousin was using us, and didn't deserve a brand new expensive wardrobe. My husband said to consider it a loan but I seriously doubted the ' loser' would ever pay us back.

To make matters worse Brett wanted to drive my Corvette." No one never drives my car. " I told him, not quite believing he had the nerve to ask ! Besides he didn't have a driver's licence and the last thing he needed was to be pulled over for speeding by the local police. He was silent after that, but I saw him, out of the corner of my eye, checking out my legs every now and then. Thankfully the mall wasn't all that far away and the drive didn't take so long. His mere presence was somewhat disturbing ...forgive me, but I just was uncomfortable being alone with him.

Wouldn't you know, once inside the crowded mall I bumped into my dear friend Isabelle. We all went to the same church, and were involved in charity's together. She seemed surprised to see me with Brett, of course. I explained who he was, not mentioning the fact that Brett was an ex con. Brett gave her a charming smile after being introduced, and to my astonishment, Belle appeared flattered. Her eyes seemed to say she liked what she saw. We promised to get together and do lunch soon, before parting ways.

" Don't get your hopes up, she is a happily married woman. " I remarked, not liking that smug grin on his face...

 

[makofin]

Brett

" Don't get your hopes up, she is a happily married woman. " Joyce said.

What was that supposed to mean ? I thought. Isabella was an attractive blonde female, and seemed interested, married or not. Truthfully, I could care less, to me married woman were alot more better in bed, and their was something extra hot about making one betray their marriage vows.

I simply enjoyed the challenge !

If I had a choice I would fuck Joyce first, preferring dark haired, exotic beauties. She was perfect with long legs, a nice ass and an hour glass figure. Yeah, she came across as a cold, stuck up bitch, but damn, she was hot and probably was wild in bed, despite being married to my wimpy-ass cousin.

" Yeah, so what ? " I said.

Joyce didn't bother to respond, just turned her pretty head and looked annoyed. We walked into a men's clothing store, where I bought a tailored suit and silk tie, along with some dress shoes. Afterwards we went to another store and I got me a few pair of jeans and tee-shirts, more to my blue collar style. The highlight of my day came when she bought me a half dozen pretzels with hot mustard, which I ate while she went into Victora's Secret.

Goddamn, my cousin was one lucky son of a bitch !

 

[angelique127]

Joyce

When I exited Victoria's Secret, Brett was sitting on a bench munching on a soft pretzel. He me gave a sly grin, as if to suggest he wouldn't mind seeing me wearing the intimates that I purchased.

" Are we all ready to leave ? " I asked, because he had already spent a small fortune, and as far as I was concerned, the worthless bum was taking advantage of my hubby's generous nature. In more ways than one...

Brett gathered up his numerous bags and silently followed me out to the car. He walked behind me and I got the feeling he was checking out my derriere the whole way. Once inside my pride and joy, I started the engine and adjusted the rearview mirror to re-apply my lipstick. Brett just stared. It made me somewhat uneasy, the way his bold, dark eyes seemed to 'undress' me constantly. It was like his gaze was filled with a daring hunger, or forbidden desire. Not that I wasn't used to men admiring my body, but they never were this close or dangerous.

" Would you like to buckle your selt belt, please. " I suggested, breaking the tension. Brett shrugged his shoulders, not in any hurry to do as I asked...

 

[makofin]

Brett

" Would you like to buckle your seat belt please ? "

I shrugged my shoulders, not liking her haughty attitude. Maybe the stuck up, tight assed bitch had her husband wrapped around her little finger, but she was dealing with me now and I didn't play games, no matter how goodlooking she was.

" I'll make you a deal, if you let me drive, I'll wear my seatbelt. " I offered. Joyce glared at me, wide eyed, as if I was crazy. Then she slammed the Corvette into drive and sped out of the parking lot at a high rate of speed. I waited until we hit the main throughfare when curiousity got the better of me, and I reached over between the console and grabbed the Victoria Secret bag. Peering inside, I noticed a silky, sheer pair of skimpy white panties along with a nightgown. Smiling at my discovery, I twirled the panties around my finger !

" Whoa, I bet you bought these for Marty, heh ? " I smirked.

 

[angelique127]

Joyce

" Whoa I bet you bought these for Marty, heh ? "

" Actually they are for me. Martin prefers boxers. " I replied, rolling my eyes. " Must you act so childish ? "

I was still irratated that he refused to co-operate and buckle his seatbelt. I also resented the fact that he tried purposely to get under my skin with his arrogant manner. Brett Mc Finn probably thought he could get away with it, just because he was good looking, but he didn't have me fooled, the guy was nothing but a low-life loser ! He was trouble, and their was no telling what he was capable of.

The sooner he was out of our lives the better. My marriage wasn't exactly perfect with Martin working those long hours at the hospital, but at least I enjoyed my privacy...

 

[makofin]

Brett [Sunday- mid afternoon]

I was sitting next to the pool, enjoying the sun, after my workout. I had discovered a set of weights in the poolhouse, where I decided to move to. The place was small but alot bigger than where I spent the last three years of my life. Besides, I didn't need much, the place had a shower, toilet and an comfotable sofa bed.

The golden couple was at church, and it was the maids day off. I had the place to myself, at least for a little while. Last night I skipped dinner with the good doctor and his beautiful trophy wife, not being in the mood to hear another lecture about finding a job. Who the fuck hired somebody on a Sunday, for Christsake ? I'd worry about that tommorrow, if I felt like it. Instead, I spent the night fantasizing about my cousin's sweet wife, and how she must have looked in her new lingerie. That lucky son of a bitch didn't deserve a woman like that anyway. She was probably just attracted to his money. What the stuck-up bitch needed was a man who could handle her !

They even had the gall to ask me if I wanted to go to church with them. I almost said yes, seeing how Joyce was dressed. She was wearing a white, tight dress, which showed off her legs which were clad in black seamed stockings. A strand of pearls, earrings and this little round hat with a fishnet veil that half covered her face. She looked as if she was a centerfold of some glamour magazine !

Suddenly, I got the urge to cool off, so I got up and dived into the pool. I swam a few laps, getting some exercise.

 

[angelique127]

Joyce

Church was boring as usual, but I endured it for the sake of my husband. During the long-winded sermon however, my mind wandered off. I was still dissappointed about last night's events or the lack of. After dinner I suggested to Martin that we retire early, and whispered that I had a surprise for him. He promised to be upstairs shortly so I went to get ready. Not lingering in my scented bathwater for very long, I dressed in my new white corsett and matching stockings along with the panties Brett had played with in the car. Strapping on a pair of four inch heels I posed in the doorway of our bedroom. Martin was already in bed waiting...

" Do you like ? " I asked, knowing it drove Martin wild when I wore sexy lingerie.

" My goodness, you look like a goddess ! " he complimented.

I strutted closer, letting him have a view from all angles. I loved to tease and prolong his suffering, sort of speak. Martin groaned with desire, enjoying our little ol' game. Placing a leg up on the bed, I thrust out my hips, my sheer panties inches from his face...

" You can look but you better not touch ! " I dared seductively. Of course he couldn't resist and reached up to stroke my leg. Slowly, his fingers moved upwards, past the stockingtop, until he was touching the silky outter materail of my moist panties. I gasped, parting my legs, allowing him to play !

" My gosh dear, you are wet ! Martin commented, before sliding a finger underneath my delicates. I couldn't deny how excited I was...lately our lovemaking amounted to about once a week, if we were lucky. Unable to stand much more of this torment, I laid down next to him. As we kissed my hand slid down towards his shaft. I discovered that my hubby wasn't nearly as excited as I was, at least not yet. Trying to remedy the situation I unbuttoned his pajama top and trailed kisses down across his chest. Moving downward and using my tongue to trace circles around his stomach, I removed his bottoms. Taking his limp penis in my warm mouth, I did my best to bring Martin to arousal.

No matter what, I could not make him erect. Finally, filled with frustration, Martin pushed me away.

" I'm sorry honey, it's just no use. " he apologised. " I guess I'm too stressed out, you know I've been working alot lately.

" Maybe I just don't turn you on anymore. " I pouted.

" No...no that's not true. I love you and you are the most beautiful woman in the world. " he reassured.


Now, as we were driving home on this gorgeous hot summer afternoon, Martin's beeper went off. I knew immediately that it was the hospital, their must be an emergency again.

" Sorry darling, but duty calls. "

I told him I understood, that was part of being married to a doctor. I didn't say though, just how neglected I was beginning to feel. Martin dropped me off at the house, kissed me goodbye and sped off to do his duty. Meanwhile I got to spend another Sunday alone, if you didn't include the ex con we had staying with us. Hopefully he wasn't there. I decided to spend a lazy day beside the pool, maybe call my best friend Isabelle on the phone and gossip. I went up to my bedroom to change. Realizing that I had left my bikini out on the balcony to dry, I walked out there to get it. It was my favorite Wicked Weasel, the one I wore in Jamica on our honeymoon three years ago. It was hard to imagine a whole week of us together without being interrupted.

I heard a splash. Gazing over the railing I saw Brett swimming and then climb up the ladder, his shiney, hard, and almost naked body dripping water. My eyes caught sight of his backside, he was wearing tight cotton shorts which clung to his fine butte. Everything about him was big, his broad chest, thick muscled thighs and well defined biceps. I watched as he grabbed a towel and dried his hair. Even at this distance I couldn't help but notice the considerable bulge in those wet shorts of his...

 

[makofin]

Brett [ poolside]

After my swim I must have dozed off for a second, on a lounge chair, letting the hot sun burn my body. I probably could have used some suntan lotion but I was too lazy to go inside and find it. I heard the sound of the sliding glass door open, and squinting through the corner of my eye, I saw the lady of the house emerge.

Great, they must be home from church.

I wasn't in the mood to be bothered my good, self rightous cousin or be teased by his lovely wife. I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep but was aware of her presence. Curiousty got the better of me, and I glanced in her direction. She was standing there wearing this tiny bikini that left almost nothing to the imagination.

Holy fuck ! I had to be dreaming.

I watched as she squeezed some white lotion from a brown Copperton bottle onto her palm and massaged into the skin on her arms. Finished, she pushed her dark sunglasses back up into her thick hair, and met my eyes, with a pouty expression on her face. Acting as if I didn't exist Joyce sat down next to me and proceeded to smear some more lotion on her smoothe legs. I tried not to stare as she covered her round calves and perfect thighs with the coconut butter. One leg at a time.

Damn, she was a cock tease. Even though it was innocent and probably unintentional, my cock was beginning to get stiff.

" So , where is Marty ?" I had to ask.

 

[angelique127]

Joyce beside the pool

At first I was a little hesitant to go down to the pool wearing my barely there, daring and tiny bikini with him being there, but it was almost as if I couldn't resist ...I really wasn't scared of him, the guy had went to prison for armed robbery, not a crime like raping a helpless girl or even murdering someone. Brett was arrogant and did look at me with those smouldering dark eyes, but he did seem quite harmless. I fixed myself a mint julip and went outside into the bright sunshine.

Although he pretented to be dozing, I knew he was watching me slather the creamy, scented oil onto my arms and legs.

" So, where is Marty ? "

I laid back on the recliner, and squeezed a few drops onto my stomach. " He's at the hospital as usual. I do delare, that man works seven days a week or more. " I complained.

When I glanced in his direction, Brett was looking at me with interest...

 

[makofin]

Brett

Joyce Renee' Roberts was driving me over the edge.

Fascinated I watched as she applied the lotion onto her stomach. The bikini only added to my torment, it was so thin I could actually make out the faint outline of her pussy and the dark, trimmed pubic hairs beneath. Their was no mistaken the shape of her round nipples on magnificent tits either ! The gorgeous babe had to be aware of the effect she was having on me, and probably was enjoying showing herself off.

It took all of the willpower I had to tear my eyes away. I wanted to grab her by her thick, rich hair and kiss her, and give the teasing bitch everything she deserved. I'd make her scream and beg, whimper and moan. But that wasn't going to happen yet, with a lady like this, I would have to seduce her very slowly .

" He's at the hospital as usual. I do declare, he works seven days a week or more. "

" Damn, he must be miserable, having all those pretty nurses around him all the time. " I said, non chalantly, and sowing the first seeds of doubt.

 

[angelique127]

Joyce

" Damn he must be miserable having all those pretty nurses around him all the time. " Brett said.

That was absurb, I trusted Martin completely. How dare this freeloading convict even attack my hubby's character ! I thought somewhat offended.

" Yes, but at least he has a job. Seriously, what will you be making, if not minimum wage ? " I replied, not bothering to mention he might not want to use the Georgia Department of Corrections on his resume.

I poured some more lotion onto my palm and paid specail attention the the delicate flesh on top of my breasts...

 

[makofin]

Brett

" Yes, but at least he has a job. Seriously, what will you be making, if not minimuim wage. " the cold hearted bitch responded.

I chuckled. It was true, my job prospects were kind of slim. But if you asked me, Joyce had probably married my cousin for his money and position. She wasn't exactly the major career woman of the year. Had she ever worked a day in her life ?

I decided to change the subject.

" When you're done with that stuff, I'd could to use some it." I requested, referring to the lotion. Hell, I felt like a baked lobster. Joyce handed me the tube, and I sat up, rubbing the warm lotion on my burning chest.

" Damn, I can't reach my back ! " I said, grinning at her.

 

[angelique127]

Joyce

When Brett said he couldn't reach his back, I knew what he wanted, and I was not about to give him the satisfaction. On one hand, the act of massaging oil onto his back was quite innocent, but I knew he was toying with me, and somehow it seemed improper to do so...

Don't get me wrong, Brett had a great body, the perfect male specimen. Except for the tatooes. I found them fascinating but slightly replusive too. A little voice inside my head warned me not to get too close to Brett Mc Finn. My life was fine just the way it was...

" Well... sir, can I advise you not to expose your back to the sun. A sunburn can be so dreadful. " I said, refusing to fall for his little ploy...

 

[makofin]

Brett

" Well, sir, can I advise you not to expose your back to the sun. A sunburn can be so dreadful. " Joyce said.

Not ready to give up too easily, I tried, " I'm not a selfish man, if you did mine I'd volunteer to do yours. "

I waited, hoping that she would change her mind. Damn, she looked good, just lying there looking pretty.

 

[angelique127]

Joyce

" I'm not a selfish man, if you did mine, I'd volunteer to do yours. "

I thought it over for a moment, and came to the conclusion that if he wanted to torture himself, I may as well have a little fun at his exspence...

" Okay, but only if you promise to stop pestering me. "

Brett smiled, and handed me the bottle when I sat up.

" Well, what are you waiting for ? '' I asked impatiently. As Brett stood up to turn around, I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a massive bulge in the front of his wet cotton shorts. Prentending not to notice, I quickly adverted my eyes and covered my soft hands with lotion. I moved behind him, starting to work on the hard muscles of his broad, powerful shoulders. Using both hands I thoroughly massaged the scented oil into his smooth, unblemished flesh, and I felt him relax. Every now and then I would apply more lotion until I reached the middle of his back. Smirking, I allowed a long, sharp manicured fingernail dig into his spine, catching him off guard. Brett stiffened, but said nothing. By now, my palms were pushing into his lower back, just above the curve of his buttocks.

He did have anice butte for a guy. From what I could see, it looked round and meaty but very firm, compared to my husband's rather skinny one...

'' Now, it's my turn. " I said, almost reluctant to finish what I was doing...

 

[makofin]

Brett

" Now it's my turn. " Joyce insisted.

Though I had enjoyed the feel of her hands on my back, I was ready to get my own hands on her. Who knew, maybe I would get lucky. All I did know was my cock was raging, as rock hard as it could get, confined by my damp shorts.

I turned around, and squeezed some of the lubricant on her tanned shoulders. Joyce had her long dark hair piled up on top of her head, held by a clip. Here I was with my cousin's wife, a woman who could have graced the pages of Playboy magazine, and I hadn't touched a female in over three long years, and she was wearing a bikini that showed off more than it hid !

As my fingers massaged her shoulderblades, Joyce actually shivered, arching her back and bending her head backwards. Damn, she's like putty in my hands, I thought. The only thing in my way was the tiny string that held up her so called bikini top. I contemplated untying it, but I didn't want to scare her off. I let my fingers slip under it instead. Continuing on, I added more suntan lotion when needed, while watching Joyce flinch and sigh with contentment. Finally, my hands reached her narrow waist, pausing just inches above her lushious ass.

" Do you want me to do the back of your thighs ? " I offered.

 

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Joyce

I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his strong, big hands massaging my back. For a brief instant, I thought of how it might feel like to be manhandled by those beefy hands...but I quickly banished the thought. What was I thinking, I've been a faithful wife throughout my whole marrige, and could not even remember ever being tempted !

Poor little ol' Brett was obviously in a state of distress, with that big bulge in the front of his shorts. Good, let him suffer...

" Do you want me to do the back of your thighs ? "

" No thank you. I can reach them myself. " I said, not about to encourage him any further. Just then the phone rang and I picked up the walkabout from the table.

" Hello, the Robert's residence, Joyce speaking. " I answered.

'' Hey honey, good news, I'll be home in about an hour or so. " Marty announced.

" Really ! I didn't expect you home at least until after dinner, darling. " I said, getting to my feet and away from Brett's slippery hands.

" Well, it turns out they don't need me after all. Would you like to go out and eat at your favorite restaurant tonight, that way you don't have to prepare anything ? "

" That's so thoughtful of you, sweetheart... yes it would be wonderful ! " I gushed, wondering if the invitation included his cousin also...

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