The Adulteress! (Jack Stalker and LRDGRat)

[Jack Stalker]

THE ADULTERESS​

Naomi Weathers shrugged off her husbands attention with a smirk. She told him she had a few things to attend to in the kitchen, that he should entertain the guests at their dinner party for a while, that she would be along soon.

It was a rather busy evening so far, with a small gathering of friends and work associates calling round to their rather luxurious suburban home, and she'd been working hard on prepping some desserts. It was a warm evening and the guests were scattered through not only the living room, but also outside at the rear pool area, though none had taken the plunge as it wasn't that sort of a party.

She'd actually spent more time in the kitchen this evening, than on cultivating her marriage these past few months. She had slowly come to the conclusion that she was done with her husband Frank, he showed far more interest in staying late at work, probably to fuck his secretary, than in her, making her feel every one of her forty something years, even though she looked like she was still in her thirties.

Naomi had started to get back into shape, hitting the gym and generally staying active, as she was concerned that she might have to look elsewhere soon, there was no telling what was going on with her husband and she was as tired of him as he was of her.

Then Andrew Brown had happened.

The neighbours son had, quite simply, been all over her since hitting eighteen. It was like all his hormones had gone straight to his cock, or so Naomi assumed, giving him a weird fixation on his 'attractive' neighbour. Her. At least that was her imagined fantasy about what was happening between them. The more they spoke over the garden fence, or met briefly when she was coming home and parking her car, or heading out in he morning, the more she thought it was something else driving his friendly comments, not simply neighbourly banter.

She thought she could see lust in his eyes.

She liked it... it made her wet to think about him, wetter than she'd been in months.

She started to wear outfits that showed off a little more than usual, flashing some leg, some thigh, some cleavage. Her husband didn't notice, not that she cared, but she was sure that Andrew had... hadn't he? Her display of leg sliding out of the car, her small perky tits poking their nipples at her tight fitting blouses, her coy hair tosses and glances over her shoulder as she parted. She flirted with him as heavily as she could, never quite sure if he was picking up on her signals, or whether he really was interested or just being neighbourly.

Tonight she had dressed demurely, but still with an edge. Her tight fitting white blouse hugged her figure, clinging to her taut stomach and barely holding her breasts. Her hard nipples were largely concealed by the looseness at the top, while her skirt took up the slack, so to speak, by reaching to her knees, while featuring a slit which exposed her legs half way up her thigh when she sat down or walked too quickly.

A pair of four inch heels completed the look, toning her calves, lifting her bum and making her feel sexier each time she strutted about the place... while still appearing to be ordinary dinner party wear, naturally.

And now she was in the kitchen, alone, tapping her fingers on the counter, wondering where Andrew was. Her husband was busy out next to the pool now, leaving her in relative peace while he engaged the guests with some anecdote about his work. It bored her.

He bored her.

Hearing the door open behind her she gave a sign, "I said I'd be out soon darling, don't leave the guests to..." she stopped. It wasn't her husband.

It was Andrew.

"Oh... hi Andrew." she said, giving him a lopsided quirky smile, running her right hand through her hair a little, while she toyed with a silver crucifix which hung down from her neck, between the two undone buttons at the top of her white blouse. She leaned back against the counter behind her, her bottom squeezing against the edge of it as she raised one knee slightly to plant the red bottom of her black heel against the side of the island. The move opened up the slit in her greyish skirt of course, exposing her leg to the knee and part way up her thigh, as she gave him a teasing look with her eyes.

"The desserts not quite ready yet... but I might be persuaded to give you a sneak preview. If that's what you came in for?" she told him, fixing her eyes on his after drawing her gaze slowly up him, taking in what he was wearing. All that youth, all that virility, all that stamina and endurance... god, what she wouldn't give to get her hands on him. Was she a cougar? A cradle snatcher? Was she wrong to be thinking these things? It didn't matter, did it... it wasn't like anything was going to happen, was it?

She licked her lips, almost nervously, looking past him as the door swung slowly shut. The main body of guests had dispersed outside to cool down.

"Did you want a taste of something? Better lock the door if you do... we don't want everyone sneaking in here for a taste, now do we?" she finished, teasing her tongue along the bottom of her top row of teeth as she looked at him like she wanted to eat him all up. "You... you're a very special man Andrew, one of my youngest friends..." she continued, her heart beginning to beat a little faster. "...so you can have a taste of anything you want."