Making up for Lost Time Ch. 01

Jacob's eyes lit up at the opportunity. As he walked off, Simon pretended to busy himself for a while until assuming a position where he could see them both. Simon assumed Jacob would be expecting him to watch, but liked the thought of him being unsure. Plus he wanted to see what Jacob would do when left to his own devices.

What Jacob did was head straight inside to first secure the alibi of a glass of water in each hand, stealing a few glimpses of her on the route. On the way back, he stopped at her side before clearing his throat to announce his presence.

Watching from afar, Simon felt his dick twitching as his wife startled awake. Watching Jacob looming over her half-naked figure turned him on. He could see he wasn't the only one feeling the effect, with Jacob's shorts bulging as he drank her body in. He couldn't help but wonder whether his wife was showing any signs of arousal, though of course it was much easier for a woman to hide.

From his vantage point, he had no idea what they were saying, merely observing as Jacob handed Anna one of the glasses. From their body language, he could see that they were both less nervous than earlier. There was something intoxicating about not being able to hear what they were saying, Simon's mind filling in the blanks with wild possibilities.

"Enjoy your chat?", Simon asked upon Jacob's return.

"Yeah, sorry but I ended up offering her your drink to get her attention. She said she was surprised I'd taken up such a boring job. I told her I was looking for a way to earn some money while working on my body."

"Smart. Well, speaking of, we should probably get back to work."

As they worked for the rest of the day, Simon thought about ways of stepping up their interaction. It had undoubtedly been hot to see them in close proximity, but the fact remained that all they were doing was chatting innocently, albeit with a boner in between them. He wanted things to heat up, and quickly -- before Jacob went off to university and the moment was lost.

He didn't think Jacob had the confidence to start openly flirting with her, however, even if he told him to. As the day wore on, eventually Anna complained she was getting cold and headed inside to change. For a moment he thought he had missed his opportunity, but then, finally, a plan began to form in his mind.

"OK, I think we can call it a day there," he told Jacob. "Not much point us working out here while she's inside. I do have another job for you before you leave, though..."

Later that evening, Simon was in his study when Anna appeared at the door.

"Have you stolen my bikini bottoms?" she asked.

"Huh?" he replied, the picture of innocence.

"They were right here at the top of the pile," she said, gesturing towards the dirty linen bin she was carrying. "The top's still there but the bottoms are gone."

"Maybe they fell out?"

"Hmm, I suppose so. I suppose your panty-raiding days are long behind you," she laughed, turning away from the door.

He hadn't expected her to notice their absence so quickly, but was very glad she had. In that moment, he decided to push things further.

"Well now that you mention it, I can think of someone who is in the prime of those days..."

He heard her footsteps slow before she returned to the doorway. "Don't be ridiculous," she said. "What would he want with an old woman's bikini bottoms, anyway?"

"First up you're not old. And secondly, he did seem to spend an awful lot of time hanging around you yesterday. Maybe he's got a crush."

"Don't be stupid," she laughed. "What the hell would he do with them anyway?"

"Maybe he wants to wear them, I don't know. Or more likely he's sniffing them right now."

"Gross! What the hell is wrong with men? And surely if you think that's what he's doing you should be more upset. I thought you were meant to defend my honour?"

"What honour would that be?" he laughed. "Besides, it's like I said, I'm not threatened by some kid with nothing to his name. Whatever he wants to do with your bikini bottoms, more power to him!"

Anna snorted with derision, surprised at her husband's laissez faire attitude to the possibility of her son's friend coming on to her. It was true that he had seemed a little smitten yesterday...

The topic returned later that evening in bed as they sat next to each other reading.

"I looked for them again, you know," she said.

"The bottoms?"

"Mmhmm. Still nowhere to be seen. You promise it wasn't you?"

"Scout's honour."

"God, do you really think he took them? That's... messed up. I've known him since he was a kid."

"Oh come on, it's not that bad. I can tell you from experience it's not unusual to have a crush on your friend's mother."

"But to steal her underwear? And what if it escalates? I should nip it in the bud."

"How are you going to do that? You don't have any proof he did anything."

"Yeah but I have proof he's... into me. Every time he gets close he has an, ahem, erection."

Simon's eyes widened. He couldn't quite believe he was discussing Jacob's dick with his wife.

"Oh so you've noticed it too?"

"It's hard not to when it's right there in front of you! And what do you mean, 'noticed it too'? You saw him getting hard in front of me and you didn't even do anything?"

"What am I meant to say? 'How dare you be attracted to a beautiful woman?' Besides, I'm richer, fitter, and more experienced than him," he shrugged. "I don't mind letting him have his fun."

"Oh my god, you're ridiculous." She reached out a hand to slap his thigh underneath the duvet but miscalculated and hit his erect penis instead.

"Ow!"

"Excuse me, what the hell is this?" she said with mischief in her eyes, throwing off the duvet, grabbing his penis and giving it a quick shake.

Simon simply blushed. He had been caught enjoying their conversation, though there was thankfully no suspicion of him colluding with Jacob.

"Don't tell me you get off on the thought of him perving on me?"

It was a hot summer night, so they were both already naked. He said nothing for a while, instead simply enjoying the sensation of her hand.

"Maybe it's the thought of you perving on him," he piped up. "You've already practically admitted to staring at his dick." The way she was manipulating him with her hand was motivating him to dance as close to the line of acceptability as possible.

"Well I have to admit it's flattering," she said somewhat shyly, not refuting his accusation.

Simon had had enough of her teasing. He grabbed her and threw her face up into the middle of the bed, assuming his position in between her legs. There was no hiding the fact that she was wetter than he could ever remember her being.

"You seem a little more than flattered by it," he groaned, plunging into her effortlessly.

She let out a long, guttural moan in response.

"I bet you've imagined what it looks like."

"Ughh, maybe."

"You're probably imagining it right now. Tell me what it looks like."

"It's... oh God. It's big. I can tell."

"Bigger than mine?"

"Much bigger. I don't--fuck--envy any girl he meets at uni who has to lose their--aah--virginity to that..."

"You don't envy them?"

"No," she grunted, "that kind of cock needs a--mmm--more experienced pussy."

Her words were sending him over the edge.

"I'm close," he muttered to her, having only been going at it for a few minutes.

"Oh God," she practically screamed, fingers clawing at the sheets. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stooo-"

They came together, jointly experiencing the best orgasm of their lives. He came inside her as always, having long ago eliminated the pregnancy risk with a vasectomy. Usually he didn't see much evidence of the deed, but as her body shimmered through the aftershocks, he watched his unusually impressive load snake out of her.

As they bathed in the post-orgasmic glow, Simon was beyond thrilled to not only have broached the prospect of extramarital activities with her for the first time, but to have received a somewhat positive response. It seemed like the timetable of his plan could be shortened. But first he needed a pretence for Anna and Jacob to exchange numbers.

"Babe," Simon called out the following morning, "would you mind texting Jacob and letting him know not to come in until lunchtime? Just realised there's some work I need to catch up on."

They were yet to bring up the experience they had shared the previous night, neither of them knowing how to approach it in the cold light of day.

"Why can't you do it?"

"Forgot to charge my phone last night. His number's on the fridge."

Simon allowed himself a fist pump as she fell silent, signalling her acquiescence. Sure enough, a few minutes later, he received a text from Jacob -- a screenshot of the text she had just sent him and a question about how he should reply. Simon hadn't considered that he would be able to craft Jacob's responses. After some thinking, he told him simply to thank her for letting him know, but to end it with a winking emoji. He figured that would leave Anna pondering what exactly that implied, especially in the light of everything that had happened.

By the way, I think you should bring the bikini with you later, Simon texted.

Oh shit, really? I didn't realise that would be necessary. I kinda stained them...

Accompanying the text was an image of Anna's bikini bottoms absolutely soaked in cum. Simon swallowed the lump in his throat. It wasn't so long ago that fabric had been resting against his wife's pussy. Any traces of her still on it were now mingling with his juices.

Jesus, how many times did you cum in them?

Actually just once, haha. But it was a long session.

It seemed to Simon that Jacob's loads were just as voluminous as his cock. But cum-stained or not, the bottoms would still work for his purposes. He told Jacob to bring them anyway.

A couple of hours later, Jacob arrived at the house and they got to work. Without her bikini, Anna was, apparently, uninterested in lounging around outside. Instead she had announced she was meeting some friends in town.

Thanks to that fact, Simon's mind was, for once, on the task at hand rather than the logistics of getting his wife to sleep around. He reckoned they could finish their work today if they knuckled down, and he would finally have the arduous task of clearing the garden off of his to-do list.

As they worked, he established from Jacob that he had indeed brought the bikini bottoms, which were currently stuffed inside his pocket. The next step would be the biggest they had yet taken, and he truthfully had no idea how his wife would react.

"Listen," he said to Jacob. "Anna's been pretty receptive to everything so far. But you know there's always a chance she puts a stop to things. How are you going to react if she does?"

"Then I'll accept it. And I'm not going to dob you in if that's what you mean. But I'm willing to do whatever you tell me to make sure we do this, you know, properly."

Simon nodded and they got back to business. It wasn't long before a text from Anna announced she would be back soon.

"I think we're due a break," said Simon.

When Anna got back, she entered the kitchen and found Jacob inside downing a glass of squash.

"Hi. How goes the work?" she asked, dumping some shopping bags on the kitchen table.

"Oh hi. Yeah, fine. I think Simon reckons we should be done today. He's already gone back outside." He paused for a moment. "Gotta admit, I was hoping you'd be outside again today, Mrs. Peters."

"Oh come on, you're a man now -- you can call me Anna. And I would have been, except I seem to have misplaced half of my bikini. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

"Err, no, afraid not. But that's a real shame."

"Oh it is, is it?" she laughed. "If you were so interested in seeing women in bikinis, don't you think you should have gone backpacking with the rest of your friends?"

"Probably. But why spend all that money traveling around the world when you can get the same experience in your mate's garden?"

"Is that right? I suppose you'd better hope I find it, then."

He finished up his drink and set the glass down on the table, a strange expression coming over his face.

"I'd better get back out there. But maybe you should take one last look for it."

"How'd it go?" asked Simon after Jacob's reappearance. "You manage to plant it?"

"Yeah I did. And I sorta hinted it was there when she came in. Sorry, I know you said about her finding it later, but it just seemed like a good opportunity. It kinda felt like she was, you know, flirting with me."

Simon was far from as shocked to hear that as he would have been just a couple of days prior. It seemed Anna had no regrets about their discussion the previous night, at least so far. But her finding the cum-stained bikini bottoms might be another matter. There was incontrovertible proof of Jacob's lust for her. It was way beyond flirting, after all.

"Well, I guess we just have to wait and see," Simon said, trying to affect a cool demeanour when in truth his heart was thumping away inside.

Their nervous energy spurred them on to finish the clean-up operation in no time at all. Despite frequent checks, there was no sign of Anna, either in person or via text. Both of them feared we might have blown it.

In Anna's continuing absence, they finished up outside and made their farewells. The only thing to do was keep waiting.

With Jacob gone, Simon hit the shower and changed. It was nearing dinner time, so he was unsurprised to see Anna in the kitchen cooking. He couldn't quite tell her emotional state.

"All done then?" she asked.

"Yep."

"Good job, thanks. That's been bugging me for ages. Oh by the way, guess what," Anna said with a perkiness that seemed slightly exaggerated.

"What?"

"I solved the case of the missing bikini bottoms."

His eyes widened into saucers. Luckily Anna was turned away, stirring at the hob.

"You did?"

"Yep. I had another look and they'd fallen behind where I was looking. I don't know how I didn't see them."

Simon was stunned, though he fought not to show it. She was lying to him. Lying about the fact that Jacob had indeed taken them before cumming all over them. And according to the straining in his pants, he found that deception hot.

What he couldn't figure out was why. He ran it through his head. The most likely explanation seemed to be that she was chickening out, planning to ignore Jacob and coming up with a convenient way to explain why the item of clothing had returned. He decided to force the issue.

"Seems like you were pretty desperate to find them. Disappointed you didn't locate them before I was done with Jacob?"

She laughed, throwing a tea towel at him. "I think you're the one who's disappointed, pervert."

"I guess that means he didn't steal them, then?" he probed, wondering how dedicated she was to the fiction that she'd found them.

"I guess so."

He approached her from behind, putting his arms around her and grinding his hard cock into her arse.

"That's a shame."

"It is?" she squeaked.

"Can't pretend I didn't enjoy how much the thought of it was winding you up last night."

He kissed her neck and she groaned. She was surprised to hear him admit that. She hadn't expected him to bring it up outside the bedroom.

"I think you mean how much it was winding you up. Now get off me before this burns."

After dinner, Anna announced she was having a bath -- partly to head off her husband's wandering hands.

She had a lot to think about, and she didn't need him distracting her right now. She lit some candles and sunk into the warm embrace of the bath.

When she discovered the bikini bottoms, Anna hadn't known how to react. Jacob had took them alright. Not only that, but he'd masturbated with them, then left them on the bed for her to find.

It was exactly what she had feared about things escalating. She knew she never should have flirted with him. So she made up her mind to ignore it. It wouldn't be long until Jacob was at university and out of their lives.

But then what her husband had just told her upended that decision. Maybe it was all just idle talk, but he really seemed to get something out of the flirtation. And if she was honest, so did she.

She had thought telling him what had really happened would upset him. But now she was pretty confident it would only turn Simon on. And she might get some more great sex with him out of it too.

But first she wanted to speak to Jacob directly. She brought up their earlier conversation and tapped out a message.

What you did was very... forward.

It didn't take long for the reply to come in.

Too forward?

Maybe.

Is this too forward?

She scrutinised the message for a second, unsure of what he was referring to.

Then it came through. She actually gasped. A dick pic. Of course she'd heard of them, but this was the first one she'd ever received.

Like she'd admitted to Simon in bed, she had imagined what Jacob might look like underneath his shorts. But it turned out her imagination couldn't compare to the real article. She could see he was fully hard, veins bulging along the length of him. And what a length it was, matched only by the girth. His pubes were closely cropped, while his penis itself and his heavy balls appeared totally smooth. The tip poked invitingly out of his foreskin, with a bead of precum hanging pendulously at the tip. And it was all for her.

She couldn't help but compare what she was seeing to her husband. She had never allowed herself to be disappointed with what he offered, but seeing this it was hard to believe two such different examples could even belong to the same species.

A minute went by without any further communication. She really had no idea what to say in response to. But then she realised that he probably wasn't looking for words in response.

She stretched one arm out in front of her holding her phone, while the other scooped at the foam all around her. She wouldn't give him a nude, not yet at least. Bubbles tactfully arranged over her nipples and vulva, she took the picture. She had to admit, it wasn't bad. She bit her lip. Could she really send this to him? The tingling in her pussy answered her question. She pressed send.

Oh God. She didn't really know what she had been hoping to achieve by messaging him. But she knew what she had achieved. She was sexting her son's friend.

She emerged from the bath feeling energised and very, very horny. She had spent far longer in there than she had anticipated. Indeed, by now it was late enough that she found her husband in bed. She slid in next to him.

"OK," she said, taking a deep breath. "I lied."

"You did?" he replied, looking up from his book.

"About the bikini."

He did his best to play dumb.

"I found it, but not where I said. It was on the bed. Jacob left it there."

"Wait, what?"

"We were talking when I came back, and he insinuated that if I looked for the bikini, I'd find it. And I did."

"So he did steal them?"

Anna nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"At first I thought you'd be upset. But all the teasing you've been doing. I thought you might actually enjoy finding out..."