Making Secrets pt.1

My name is Diana, and I had lived in the same apartment complex with my husband (Peter) for over 10 years. It’s where I met my current best friend (Carol), who lives here as a single mom with two boys (Ben and Jason). Carol has been a great friend over the years, often joining us on vacations and holidays. Peter and I had moved into a house recently, but I still spent time with Carol often.

She’s very strict with her boys, not allowing them to watch R rated movies, have cell phones, or unsupervised time online. I always felt she was too strict, but both the boys were incredibly well behaved and polite. Peter and I chose to not have kids, and enjoyed the hot wife lifestyle. Carol knew about it, but had no interest in being part of it. She did enjoy hearing about my fun activities though, always asking about the details. I’d tell her about fucking strangers that Peter set up from online personal ads, going to adult theaters and arcades, swinger clubs, ect… I liked sharing my adventures with her, as she was the only one in my personal life that knew about it.

We have lived a very adventurous sex life, and I fucking love it! I love the excitement of a new man using my body. Some guys just want to watch, and that turns me on as well… seeing them stare at my tits and pussy while I masterbate in front of them, often while they do the same. Some guys can’t wait to slam their cocks into my married pussy, often while my husband watches and films. No one else in our lives know about our relationship, preferring that those around us don’t see us different, or expect anything that might eventually make things awkward. We prefer to just play with those we don’t really know to avoid drama. Carol is the only person I confide in.

As Ben and Jason grew older, I noticed them gawking at me, always staring at my ass or tits. I couldn’t blame them for being curious, especially since they didn’t have the opportunity to see many women nude due to their strict mother. Peter noticed as well, and would often tease me about it. He knew how much I love the attention, and knowing they want to see more of me. We didn’t think much about it, it was just boys being boys.

Carol called me crying one day, telling me that an old childhood friend had suddenly passed due to a car accident. She asked me if I could watch Ben for a week while she goes back home for the funeral. Apparently Jason was going to be staying at his friend’s house, but Ben didn’t have anywhere else to stay. I told her it should be no problem, and that she didn’t need to worry about it. I felt they were both old enough to stay home alone, but I didn’t say anything, as I didn’t want to further upset her. Besides, it could be fun having him over, and it was just a week.

The next day Carol pulled up with Ben, and once again thanked me for helping out. I reminded her that I really didn’t mind. I am home alone most of the time anyway (I work from home, which I prefer because I can do it at my own pace), and I knew he was well old enough to entertain himself. Carol gave him a hug goodbye and told him to behave (she acts like he’s still a young boy, lol). He in turn said he would, as he rolled his eyes while she couldn’t see him.

Once she left I walked Ben to the room he’d be staying in. It was just a small guest room with shared access to the master bathroom, and a door that lead outside to the pool. I figured he’d be able to play his video games and swim as much as he wanted there. I handed him a tablet so he’d have access to the internet. He looked at me, a little worried and said “Mom, never let’s us use these unless it’s for school and she’s with us”. He looked embarrassed saying it, as he knew it was ridiculous, but I think he thought he would get in trouble later if she found out he used it. I giggled a little and said “We both know your mom is to hard on you. You can use it while you’re here, I promise not to say anything”. With that I gave him a smile and a quick wink, and told him to unpack and make himself at home. Ben smiled, knowing that I honestly wouldn’t say anything (I always gave them a little freedom when I could) and said “Thanks Diana, I appreciate it!”. I told him he was more than welcome, and then left him to unpack. I could feel him staring at my ass as I walked out, but that was normal for him.

I went and did some work on my office, finished up and went to check on him. He had his video games hooked up to the TV in his room already, and was looking at the tablet while laying down on the bed. I asked him if he had brought any swim shorts, and he said he hadn’t. So I shook my head and said “well that’s not going to do, let’s go to the store and get bathing suits. I need a new one anyway.” He looked at me a little shocked and asked “are you sure? I really don’t want to be a bother.” I let him know it was no big deal, and I was going to shower before going out. Once I said that I notice him look me up and down, and I realized he was thinking about what I looked like naked… which I found both amusing and a turn on.

I walked out of the room through the shared bathroom and closed the door so I could undress to shower.

Once the door was closed and I was undressing, I kept thinking about how he would react to seeing me right now. Slowly undressing and exposing my body… I bet a young man like himself would really enjoy that. I got in the shower and thought about what I’d do if I saw him walk in… would I say anything? Would I pretend not to notice? It’d been awhile since any of the sex adventures my husband and I share… mainly due to his currently busy work schedule. The thought of Ben getting a little peek really started to turn me on. Ideas started racing around my head how I could expose myself, without letting on I knew. I can let him get his thrills all while playing innocent… but how? I knew I wasn’t the youngest girl around, and certainly past my prime, but I think I’m still attractive… and I notice guys checking me out all the time (including Ben).

I finished my shower and dried off while looking at his door, which was still closed. I wrapped myself in the towel and opened the door to his room to let him know the shower was free if he wanted it. He moved quickly, but it looked like he was rubbing himself over his shorts. I pretended not to notice and asked if he wanted the shower. He replied “no thank you, I took one before coming over”. I told him that’s fine, just get ready to go and I turned around to go to my room, leaving the bathroom door in his room open, and closing the door behind me to my room… except it didn’t close all the way. It was completely unintentional, but I noticed it was still slightly open… and in a small window of time I decided to pretend I didn’t notice and leave it that way. Would he notice? Would he try to peek? Just the idea that something might happen made my pussy ache in a good and very familiar way.

I decided to just act normal, and do what I normally would do… except secretly keep an eye on the door, of course. So I drop the towel and look at the slightly ajar door via a mirror to see if he’s watching… but unfortunately no one was there. Maybe he didn’t notice, or maybe he was just scared. I posed in front of the full length mirror nude hoping he might see, but nothing happened. I felt defeated and let down. Maybe he didn’t care as much as I thought he did. I started getting dressed, putting on my bra and panties. Once my panties were pulled up I looked in the mirror again and was a little startled when I could see him looking in! I’m pretty sure he missed out on seeing anything good, but I pretended not to notice him and looked at myself in the mirror. Here I was in my underwear with a peeping Tom checking me out, and I could feel the excitement flood through me. I knew he wasn’t seeing much more than he would later in a bathing suit, but I knew he wanted to and was willing to sneak to do it… and that it was just a matter of time before Ben would be seeing more of me. I finished getting dressed and I could see him walk away from the door.

Off to the store we went to get bathing suits.