Faithful Wife's Fall from Grace Ch. 01-03

"Okay, okay," I said to him, holding out my hands. I grinned to him and said "So maybe we will have a date tonight."

"I'm up for that," Joey said with an excited grin. Then we both looked at his crotch - he was sporting a major boner. He realized the double-entendre and his face went red. He immediately covered his hard-on with a pillow.

I laughed and he grinned at me (looking sheepish, which was exactly the right look). Then I got serious. I sat down in front of him and said "We need to get something straight. You never ever say anything to Mike. Okay? This is just between us."

"Okay," Joey said immediately.

"I mean it Joey," I said, looking seriously into his eyes. "You never say anything to Mike. Even if someday you get mad at me, or hate me. You never tell Mike."

"I'll never hate you Jen," Joey said, looking at me with those adoring puppy dog eyes again.

"I'm just saying ...," I said, looking away from him. It was hard being stern with him when he had that puppy dog look. "You have to promise Joey."

"I promise to god I'll never say anything," Joey said solemnly. "To Mike or anyone."

I gave him a long look, studying him, trying to figure out if I could trust him. Finally I thought to myself, "fuck it." I stood up in front of him. Looking into his face, I took off my top. Then I reached behind me, unsnapped my bra, then tossed it on the floor next to my top. All of a sudden I was topless in front of my brother-in-law.

Joey gasped and his eyes bulged out. Long seconds passed, and Joey was like a statute, not moving or even breathing, just gawking at my chest. Finally I said, "Um, hello? A compliment right now would be nice."

The sarcasm in my voice snapped him back to life. "Oh my god, they're so amazing, I've wanted to see them for so long, thank you, thank you!" he gushed enthusiastically.

I gave him a crooked smile, feeling good about his unabashed praise. I mean, my breasts are small, but I'm still kinda proud of them, shapely and perky and all that. When was the last time a man looked at my tits with such awe and desire the way Joey was looking? Guys used to always look, always trying to sneak a peek down my blouse. Then I got married. Of course then I became unavailable, there was a big wedding ring on my finger. Men weren't supposed to look anymore, so they didn't, but that didn't mean I didn't miss the attention sometimes.

"So it's your turn," I said to Joey.

"What?" he said not understanding. He was still gawking at my bare breasts.

"I took off my shirt. You take off yours," I said grinning at him.

Joey didn't have to be asked twice. In a flash he whipped off his t-shirt.

"Oh," I said softly, looking at his bare chest. Shit. When had he gotten those pecs? Those arms? The six pack? From wrestling? Wow. I never knew wrestling was so sexy.

"You look really good Joey," I said honestly.

Joey shyly looked down, but he was smiling. I could tell he didn't realize how good a body he had. He didn't look down for long though. Soon his eager eyes were back on my breasts. "You do too," he gushed. His face was flushed and he was breathing hard. He looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

I couldn't help getting caught up in Joey's excitement, and it not only made me feel sexy but a little sorry for him because of his shyness around girls. He was a cute boy with a nice body, and a boyish smile that could charm the pants off any woman, but he didn't appreciate how much he had to offer, which just made him even more adorable. As he looked at me, I started thinking of other ways to help him grow up and be less shy and awkward around girls, but the wedding ring on my finger nixed every idea that came to mind.

Then I started rationalizing to myself that if something more happened, as long as it happened solely for the purpose of treating Joey to a wonderful experience, and not for my own pleasure, well then it wasn't really cheating. I picked up my wine glass, gulping the wine down for liquid courage.

Then I took Joey's hand. "Come on," I said, and I led him into my bedroom.

I pulled the covers back and slipped into the bed, and asked him to get in with me. He hesitantly did. I still had the yoga pants on, and Joey still had his pants on too.

"I love your Dad but I think it's real shitty he took you to AC," I told him. "Your first time is supposed to be special, with a special person. If I wasn't married to your brother I'd be honored to be that special girl. You're so cute and sweet but it wouldn't be right. But I think there's something else I can do for you, something I feel okay with. I'll get naked under the covers with you - and you can touch me wherever you want, and kiss me, and then at the end I'll give you what they call a happy ending. Okay?"

Joey didn't say anything for the longest time, his eyes and mouth wide open in shock. Then the biggest smile came to his face, and he thanked me over and over again. I smiled, again charmed by his boyish enthusiasm.

I reached down under the covers and pulled off my yoga pants and socks. At the last moment I decided to keep my panties on. Giving him my best sultry look (but not able to hold it and breaking into a grin), I held up my black yoga pants for him to see before tossing them on the floor.

Joey hesitated, as if bashful. Then he reached under the covers and took off his pants. He dropped his clothes next to mine on the floor. I glanced down. His socks and boxer shorts were there, along with his jeans. So I knew he was completely naked under the covers.

It really struck me then. I was in bed, naked, with another man. Okay, Joey was young, but he was a man; at least he had man parts. That was pretty clear from the tent he was making in the sheets. God this was so wrong. But Joey was looking at me with those innocent, eager, puppy dog eyes. I felt like if I backed out now it would crush him. The rejection would make him even more shy and awkward around girls.

I waited for him to come to me. I half expected I'd need to reach out to him, to assure him it was okay, but he surprised me when he leaned over and kissed me. He softly kissed my lips, then harder, then slipped his tongue into my mouth, rolling his tongue over mine. Boy, he was a fast learner! His hands went to my breasts. His wasn't the touch of an awkward boy I expected, instead he had a soft probing touch that felt great and excited me. Then he started rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He instinctively knew just the right pressure to apply. I felt my breath getting heavier. He lowered his head and started to play with my breasts and nipples with his mouth. Again he showed great instincts combining soft licking with occasional harder sucking, and I found myself writhing under him. He was driving me insane! For what seemed like forever he played with my breasts alternating between his hands and mouth, while also kissing me harder and more passionately.

Then I felt his hand move down across my stomach. He lingered a moment at the elastic band of my panties, then he reached inside. He swirled his fingers across my pubic hair for a moment - I keep myself trimmed, with just a tiny thin landing strip - then his fingers went lower and he touched my clit. He rubbed it, starting with a very soft touch, exploring my clit and lips. Again he had great instincts. It was like he was learning my body, playing with me and seeing what turned me on.

After a while he started rubbing me harder, his thumb on my clit and a finger inside me, and I moaned into his mouth as he was still kissing me. I felt an orgasm building. I couldn't believe this shithead kid was going to make me cum just like that! He alternated between fingering me and rubbing my clit directly, and during one of those clit rubs my orgasm hit. I reflexively wrapped my arms and legs wrapped around him, and kissed him hard and even moaned his name as an incredible orgasm rocked my body.

As my orgasm subsided he looked all excited that he had been able to do that to me. He asked if I was all right and we talked a little about what had just happened. He told me he learned some of those moves from the hooker. But also, he touched me the way he thought I'd like, based on how I reacted when he kissed and touched me before. Wow. I was impressed. Joey was really a fast learner.

To be honest I was embarrassed too. I was supposed to be teaching him life lessons and giving him something special, not the other way around. I also felt guilty because if I got pleasure out of it, it was hard rationalizing that I was just helping Joey and not cheating on Mike.

Anyways, it was too late to stop now. I promised to make him cum, so I had to do that. I'd planned to give him a quick hand job but then I changed my mind and decided to do something else. Thinking back, probably I was subconsciously planning to do this when I decided to leave my panties on.

I pulled the covers aside and laid flat on my back. I opened my legs a little and said "Move between my legs Joey."

Joey got between my legs on his knees. I rose up on my elbows and looked at him. It was the first time I saw him completely naked and, well - wow! This boy had an awesome body. He didn't have just muscular arms and chest. His thighs and calves were muscular and tight too. And this boy was seriously sporting a very impressive cock.

"Um, so, Joey ...," I sputtered, my cheeks getting hot looking at him. I reached between us and lifted his cock with my hand. Wow. Long. Thick. And heavy. "You have a nice one Joey," I told him.

"I do?" Joey said, looking both surprised and pleased with himself.

"Um, yeah," I said. Once again I wondered how it was possible that this cute, sweet and SERIOUSLY WELL HUNG boy had not been scooped up by a pretty coed already.

"This is called the slide," I told him, moving his cockhead to my pussy. "See how my pussy's outlined in my panties? Press down against me and rub yourself back and forth until you cum."

It was awkward at first because Joey was trying to be a gentleman and support his weight on his arms. I pulled him down on top of me, saying "I won't break."

That made it easier. Joey's hard cock pressed against my panty-clad pussy. God he was big. He was way longer than my slit, and thick so his girth completely covered me from lip to lip (and then some). As he slid back and forth, there was constant contact between his cock and my entire pussy. The only thing separating us from skin to skin contact was my flimsy thong panties. But still it felt good. More than good. It felt freaking incredible.

I tried to ignore the pleasure though. I pushed it away. I was not going to let him make me cum again.

Joey rocked back and forth, rubbing his cock against my slit, like a dry hump (although I certainly wasn't dry by this time, I was soaking wet!). I instinctively moved with him, rocking my hips softly back and forth. We were looking into each other's eyes, both of us breathing hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face to mine. I kissed him, and whispered into his ear how hot he had gotten me, and how good this felt. Mostly because I was trying to make him feel good about himself, to give him more confidence. But I have to admit, it did feel good, what I said came out naturally.

I couldn't help noticing how much longer and thicker he was than Mike, and it felt great as his girth slid between my pussy lips and over my clit. Suddenly I realized his cock was on my bare skin! I got back on my elbows and looked between us. Somehow his cock had pushed my lacy panties to the side. Joey's cock WAS rubbing against my bare skin!

At that moment, Joey slid forward, and it was at exactly the right angle, because his big thick cockhead pushed inside of me. It was an accident, and he was too thick to get all the way inside without really trying, but still the tip of his cock was inside me.

I moaned and gasped! Oh my god it felt so good! Even though it was just the tip it still felt so fucking good! So fucking big! I could tell it was good for him too. His eyes were rolled back into his head and he was panting and moaning.

I was so tempted to grab his young sexy ass and pull him inside me! I wanted this punk kid to fuck me and make me cum again! But somehow I was able to resist. I pushed against his chest and he pulled out. Then I did what I should have done in the first place. I reached between us and stroked him. It took both my hands, that's how big he was. After just a few moments he came.

After cumming, Joey looked away from me. All men are the same. They can't stand the sight of sperm, even when it's their own!

I grinned at him and tussled his hair. He grinned back at me. Then our smiles disappeared. We still looked at each other though. We didn't say anything for long moments, we just looked at each other, both of us thinking about what just happened.

Finally I forced a smile. I got up and said I was going to jump in the shower.

I stepped into the shower, and the hot water sobered me. I closed my eyes and grimaced as I reflected on what I had just done. God, how had this happened? I felt so guilty. But my body ached with arousal. As I washed Joey's cum from my pussy, my fingers kept rubbing my clit, and before I knew it I was masturbating all out, my body tensing on my tiptoes as I came.

Feeling a little unsteady on my feet leaving the shower, I dried myself and brushed through my hair, and then put on my robe. To my surprise, Joey was still in my bed when I walked out of the bathroom. Looking back, that should've been a warning sign. Joey was young and sweet, but he was aggressive too. But I didn't see it back then.

"Joey, our date is over," I told him. "When a girl goes into the bathroom, that's your clue to leave."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Joey said, immediately getting out of bed and grabbing his clothes.

I smiled at him and stroked his face. "I had fun Joey. You're freaking awesome."

Joey smiled back at me. "You are too! You're amazing Jen!" he gushed.

We smiled at each other for a moment. Then I got on my tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Mike's home tomorrow. Remember, don't say anything," I reminded him.

"I won't, I promise," Joey said.

Chapter 3

Mike was in his firm's San Francisco office briefing the Brainiacs on the Sapphire algorithms. He was with his main team on the project: Steve, Brian and Elaine. Elaine at 22 was fresh out of school. Steve was 28 and Brian was older, around 35. Steve and Elaine were still single. Brian was married with a couple of kids.

As Brian fielded a question from one of the Brainiacs, Mike's eyes wandered down. He looked at Elaine's legs. Elaine was pretty, but what really drew Mike's attention to her were her legs. Her legs were okay. Shapely, but maybe a little thick in the thighs, her calves a little too muscular. Worth looking at but not spectacular. But Elaine wore stiletto heels every day. She wore hose too, and Mike was pretty sure they were thigh highs (rather than pantyhose) as he'd caught a few flashes of lace stocking tops since Elaine started at the firm a few months ago.

The heels and hosiery were not the reason Mike put Elaine on his team (at least that's what he told himself). She was young to be on such a high profile project like Sapphire. But Elaine was smart. And she had a way with clients, especially male clients. She was poised and had an easy going manner. When she talked to you she made you feel like you were the only person in the world. She also had a flirty air to her, just under the surface. All that, combined with her youthful pretty looks and alluring (while still professional) wardrobe made Elaine an asset for his team.

Elaine's legs were crossed and her skirt hiked up a little. Mike wondered if she was wearing thigh highs. Maybe even a garter belt? He hoped she'd adjust in her chair and show a little more thigh (even if for just a moment), as a flash of lace would tell him. He focused on her skirt, trying to detect the telltale bumps of garters. Not seeing anything, his eyes moved down her thighs to her calves, and then to the black stiletto heels she was wearing. She was slowly swaying her foot back and forth, and her high heel was starting to come off her foot. Mike hoped her shoe would fall off, as then he'd get to see her stockinged foot.

Suddenly Mike's reverie was broken when Elaine spoke to him. He looked up, hoping she didn't notice him looking at her legs. "Mike, what do you think?" she asked.

Everyone was looking at him. "Sorry, I was thinking about something," Mike said. "What was the question?"

Samuel, one of the brainiacs, had a big smile on his face. He said "Mike, we've very impressed with Sapphire, the models all look good." He looked at the other brainiacs. They all wore big smiles. "I think you're going to make us a lot of money." All the partners shared a laugh.

"We want you to present Sapphire to the partners in our Chicago office," Samuel said. "We know you're presenting to the full partnership later this week, but as you know the Chicago partners are very influential."

Mike did know that. In fact, next to old man Jacob and the London office, the Chicago partners were the most powerful in their company. Mike knew Sapphire was a good idea, but this was getting bigger and bigger.

"Tomorrow we'll continue to work with your three colleagues here," Samuel continued, motioning to Elaine, Steve and Brian. "Tomorrow morning you fly to Chicago and brief the partners there. How does that sound?"

"That sounds excellent sir," Mike said. "I'll check the flights to Chicago right now."

"No need," Samuel chuckled. "The firm's private jet will be waiting for you at the airport."

"Oh ... yes sir, that's excellent," Mike sputtered out. Holy fuck, he thought - only the most powerful partners ever get to ride in the firm's private plane.

Later that evening Mike and his team went to the hotel bar for a celebratory drink. "Mike, man, Sapphire is your baby and it's fucking amazing!" Brian said. Steve and Elaine both agreed, big smiles on their faces.

"Brian's right, you don't realize how incredible Sapphire is, you're amazing!" Elaine gushed. She reached over and squeezed Mike's arm. As she did she smiled at him, and looked into his eyes. She held his arm for a moment too long. Finally she let his arm go but she was still smiling at him.

"Well, you know, A leads to B, B leads to C," Mike said. That was how he always explained how he figured things out. Mike had always been good at math, and when you got down to it Sapphire was just math. And numbers were like that. You figure out A, and that leads to B. Once you've got B, you go to C, and so on.

"Mike, you shouldn't be so modest, even though it's really cute," Elaine told Mike with a flirty giggle, batting her long eyelashes at him. Steve and Brian looked at each other and grinned. Elaine was definitely tipsy.

Soon after Steve and Brian went up to their rooms, wanting to get sleep for their meetings with the brainiacs the next morning. Elaine lingered as Mike settled the check. "You know Mike, you shouldn't go to Chicago by yourself. You need backup," Elaine said. "You should bring me. I'll be your wingman." With a giggle she added "I've never been in a private jet."

As Elaine said this, she leaned back in the heavily cushioned chair and re-crossed her legs. Her skirt hiked up and black lace came into view. Mike saw the lace. She WAS wearing lace topped thigh highs! Like Elaine, Mike was tipsy too, so rather than avert his eyes, he found himself openly looking at her legs.

Elaine smiled slightly. She let Mike get a good look, pretending not to notice she was flashing him. Then, feigning alarm, she said "oh" and adjusted her skirt. "So can I be your wingman in Chicago?" she asked, giving him an innocent smile.