Diana's Tales - Tennis Pt. 04

"Yeah someone must be really desperate to reach me, but they can wait," I laughed as I held up my purse and glared at Will. He got the hint and discreetly turned off the egg while I reached in and pretended to turn off my phone.

The ride home was uneventful. After we got home, I disappeared upstairs to shower. I locked the bedroom door after I entered and started up the water to warm up while I pulled the egg out of my purse. That damn thing caused me a lot of issues this afternoon, but I couldn't deny how much I enjoyed getting off in the museum. First, in the middle of an exhibit, unbeknownst to everyone around me (except Will), and then in the bathroom with Carol standing outside, still thinking I was ill when I was really going through a mind-blowing orgasm.

I carefully washed the egg off in the sink and wiped it dry before I put it back in its compartment. Then I showered before heading back downstairs to join everyone else. We took it easy the rest of the day, just lounging around and debating all the current politics and celebrity gossip. I'm sure my husband and Carol wanted to keep things low-key after my museum drama. We grilled some steaks for dinner and took in the evening from the back deck as the sun descended over the horizon.

"I really appreciate all the hospitality you've given Will and myself this week. You really opened up your house to us," Carol said in a heartfelt statement as the night wound down.

"Any time. It's our pleasure," I answered. "We hardly get to see you guys. We're just glad you could come to visit."

"Will, you've been so silent," Carol continued, chiding her son to be a more thankful guest. "Do you have anything you'd like to say?"

"Yeah, no, it's been great," Will stammered before finding his voice. "I broke up with my girlfriend recently, and this really helped me more than you can imagine. Especially, Aunt Diana, helping me with tennis and everything. I didn't know you as well before, but I'm glad I got to spend this week with you. I'll never forget it."

Oh Jesus. I almost died inside. Helping Will with tennis and everything. Everything encompassed a lot. I hope no one else read into Will's little speech what I did.

"It's been our pleasure - my pleasure," I politely responded.

******

Carol and Will had an early morning flight to catch, so everyone retired early to bed.

"Are you sure you're alright? I was really worried about you there at the museum, Diana," my husband asked as we prepared for bed.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me at the museum. I'm really sorry we had to cut the visit short for everyone on my account, but I'm feeling much better now. I promise. There's no need to worry."

"You know, there's just one thing that's been bothering me about all this. We've gone through plenty of bottles of wine in the past. I've seen you drink far more than you did last night, so I'm just surprised it hit you so hard today at the museum," he pointed out.

My heart stopped for an instant as I wondered if his suspicions were anything more than an inkling. "I don't know. Maybe it's just old age. Maybe I can't hold my liquor as well as I used to."

"Well, I'm glad you're feeling better anyway," he continued. "Why don't you rest up for the night, honey."

I couldn't be sure, but at least he wasn't pressing the matter.

"Thank you. That sounds good, dear," I replied softly.

He turned over and quickly dozed off. For once this week, my husband left me alone as we laid in bed. Presumably, he figured I needed to rest, but I laid awake, trying to figure out if I could sneak away for one last rendez-vous with Will. My husband was often emotionally detached and out of the house, either away on business travel or working long hours at the office when he was in town. There were times we went weeks when we barely spent more than a few hours together, but he did seem to have his moments when he still cared for me. I felt a twinge of guilt for cheating on him. I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I knew how badly it would hurt him if he learned the truth. It was selfish of me, but how selfish was he ignoring me for weeks on end? It probably didn't make things right, but I never claimed to be a perfect person. I was still a woman with needs, and I'd long complained to him that I needed more in my life. His emotional distance seemingly left me with no option but to seek other means for fulfilling my own needs.

That said, I felt an even larger pang of guilt for Carol. She was an angel, so concerned that she followed me into a restroom to comfort me while her son fucked me remotely to an orgasm. She trusted me with her son, and if she knew the true relationship between Will and myself, it would destroy her. How could I betray that trust?

We all have our sins and only this one life to live. I always reasoned we should spend our lives doing as we enjoy. So, as long as my husband and Carol didn't know, it should be alright. As the old saying goes, what you don't know can't hurt you, but I realized how dangerously close to the fire I was playing. My shenanigans this afternoon had come disastrously close to exposing my affair.

Part of me was furious with Will. He should've realized how badly I was struggling to contain myself, but he made me cum with no regard to how badly things could have turned out. Partly through what little self-control I could muster and partly through just dumb luck, I made it out with my dignity severely bruised but intact. Sometimes it was easy for me to forget Will was only 18 years old; he could be so immature and cocky at times.

Still, I longed for him. We were aunt and nephew, but our relationship this week was purely sexual. I had no illusions on that front. That said, I thought about forgoing one last encounter with Will, figuring I had chanced fate too much already this week, but then my phone buzzed on the nightstand with an incoming text. It was past midnight, and I knew it could only be one thing as I picked it up to read the one word message.

Sunroom

It was from Will, and all my sexual desires were instantly rekindled. It's our last night, I told myself; he leaves in the morning with Carol. No one suspected anything about Will and I from our late night trysts, and nothing else will happen after tonight. So, I made sure my husband was sound asleep, and then I snuck off, dressed in nothing but an oversized tee shirt to meet my teenaged lover one last time.

******

"Cute," Will said at the sight of me in a "My Little Pony" nightshirt.

I still harbored some resentment for the unforgiving way he treated me this afternoon. "What the hell were you thinking?" I demanded to know, shoving him back as he came up to embrace me. The whole walk to the sunroom, my frustrations and embarrassment from the afternoon boiled over as I thought back to how out of control everything became at the museum.

"I came in front of the whole fucking museum," I complained. "The second time, I hid in a bathroom stall, but did you know your mom followed me in there and kept asking me if I needed any help while you made me cum."

"Jesus, that's so fucking hot!" Will exclaimed.

"For Chrissakes! We're lucky as hell she didn't figure anything out!"

"But she didn't," he pointed out.

"You're not good; you're lucky," I informed him.

"They say it's better to be lucky than good."

"Till your luck runs out." Will was frustrating me by this time.

"So, tell me, has my luck run out?" Will asked as he reached around and grabbed my ass.

"I should walk right out of here after that stunt you pulled today," I threatened him.

"I wouldn't blame you if you did, but I bet you won't."

Cocky asshole. "Give me one reason I shouldn't." I was defiant, but my defenses were melting fast. Will ran his hands over my nipples and dragged his fingers down to my crotch. My arousal was stirring, and I knew that meant my powers of resistance were crumbling.

"Why don't you let me make it up to you?" he said in a soft voice, almost a whisper.

"And how do you propose going about and doing that?"

Will crouched down and raised my shirt, exposing my pussy. "Why don't you lean back on the chaise and let me go down on you?"

And just like that, the last of my resistance withered away. I laid down on the chaise and spread my legs for him.

Propped up on my elbows, I watched as Will buried his face in my pussy, and then I laid down flat on my back as he went to work. I wrapped my legs around his head while his tongue lapped at my clitoris. As arrogant and immature as Will could be at times, I was reminded how I had gone down on my husband three times this week alone, yet he never went down on me even once in all our years of marriage. And here was Will, at least willing to reciprocate.

Will's hands crept up, reaching under my oversized shirt to fondle my breasts. I moaned my pleasure and cooed to my young lover as he worked his magic on me. I felt my wetness rubbing onto his face, and then a finger slipped inside. Will's face pulled back, and I released my legs from around him, but now he had two fingers inside me and his thumb rubbing against my clit.

"Jesus, what are you doing to me?" I asked, my voice already a tinge hoarse, and my breath growing heavy.

"I think you know exactly what I'm doing to you," he smiled as he continued to finger fuck me. His gaze rested on my face, but my own mind became lost in the groundswell forming inside me. I did know exactly what he was doing to me. He was making me cum, and I moaned in cries of pleasure, urging the orgasm along, desperately seeking the tidal wave to rush over me.

"Oh God, you fucker, you're making me cum!" I screamed as the orgasm finally released, and he held two fingers deep inside me, twiddling them inside my pussy as I ground my crotch into his hand, seeking out every last ounce of pleasure I could draw out. As loud as I screamed, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe my voice escaped the safety of the sunroom and carried into the house.

"I love it when you talk dirty," Will informed me.

"Fuck you," I said, but I smiled as I said it.

"Would you say I've made it up to you now?"

I was a bit pissed at him still for taking the remote control play too far, but I nodded my head as I rode out the crest from my orgasm.

"You've had your fun. Maybe now it's my turn," Will said.

Will's hands grabbed my hips and turned me over onto all four on the chaise lounge.

"I don't do anal," I informed him.

"Not a problem," he said as his fingers, still wet with my pussy juicy, ran down my slit from behind. My body quivered from the touch on my still sensitive and aroused pussy. "I see you're still worked up. You know, seeing you all fired up and angry like this just makes me more turned on."

I turned around and saw the pole sticking out of Will's shorts, which he slid down, and then his cock stood at attention and ready for duty. I wanted him inside me in the worst way possible. "Fine, you can do me doggy style," I said, as I lowered my torso and raised my ass to present myself for him.

I closed my eyes in anticipation, and I wasn't disappointed as I felt his 7 inches of cock easily penetrate and fill my moist cunt. "Oh God," I shuddered, my body instantly reacting to the rod he had rammed into me. "Please fuck me already," I begged him.

"Such a dirty slut," he said as he slapped my ass and started fucking me. Will's hands reached up and pulled my short hair back as he pounded me from behind, riding me like a pony. My titties were swaying, and his balls were swinging wildly, ramming against my clit with every thrust. I thought back to the kegel exercises I had done that morning while wearing the Ben-Wa balls, and I tightened my pussy on his cock. His reaction was immediate to the extra pressure, and I smiled in satisfaction as his cock pulsed and enlarged inside me.

"God, your pussy feels so fucking good." Will said in amazement.

"You're damn right it does, and don't you forget it," I warned him.

He just laughed as he continued pounding me and loudly slapping my ass. A sensation I had become all too familiar with this week rose up again inside me, quickly taking over my body. I grunted; I moaned; I screamed. "Fuck me, oh God, please fuck me!" I begged him.

"Tell me what you want," Will demanded.

"I want your cock! I want you to cum in me!" I pleaded, my submission to him complete. "Oh God, just please, it feels so good. Make me cum, please, just make me cum!"

Will chuckled at my desperation, but I didn't care. I was so close to another orgasm, nothing else mattered, and my body went limp as the pressure valve finally released, and the waves of pleasure reverberated through my body.

As I opened my eyes, I realized that Will was still fucking me and working on his own orgasm. I used my kegels to clamp down on his cock, instantly driving him to an orgasm. He plunged his cock balls deep into me as he grunted and deposited his warm seed into me. Both of us exhausted, we collapsed flat onto the chaise, Will falling on top of me. As we both laughed and struggled to catch our breath, I ran my fingers over his hard, wiry frame knowing it was our last turn as lovers.

*****

I awoke on Sunday morning, still in a daze from my late-night session with Will. I turned to the clock and saw it was 8 AM. Carol and Will were supposed to leave at 8 AM to get to the airport in time to catch their 10 AM flight. I panicked, running downstairs to see them off.

Carol and Will were in the driveway, loading their last bags into their rental car as I stepped outside. My husband with them, telling them the fastest route to the airport.

"I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for us this week," Carol beamed as she saw me. "I hope you're feeling better than you were yesterday."

"I feel great, actually. I think last night was just what I needed," I responded as Will and I exchanged a sly glance.

Happy to hear I was doing better, Carol responded, "Alright, well, we need to be off; we've got a plane to catch." And with that, we exchanged goodbye hugs, and a minute later Carol and Will disappeared down the road.

"It's funny," my husband observed. "Last time we saw Will was 5 years ago. He was just a little boy then, but now he looks like a man. If it's 5 years before we see him again, I can't imagine how much more manly he might become."

I couldn't help but wonder the same thing as we headed back inside.