Trilogy – 1) The Couple and The Virgin Neighbor Boy

My name is Josh and I’ve been happily married with Millie for 6 years. Having been sweethearts since high-school, we never had a lot of previous experiences and we were both a bit shy then, but eventually developed a wonderful sexual relationship and very pleasurable sexual skills. Millie was raised in a very conservative, strict, religious family, so I was very pleased to see the hot woman she turned out to be in bed.

Our adventure began when I was fired 1 year ago, blame the economy, and we had to leave our nice loft in a trendy area and move to an old and very small house. I am an IT programmer and used to work for a big company with a nice salary and big bonus and now I try to work from home to do some odd-jobs, SW quality testing, manuals writing, and so on. To make things worse, my wife was a flight attendant and was also laid off 3 months ago. When we moved to the house I met Andy in a computer store nearby. He was 14 then, a real geek, and we became good friends despite the age difference. Andy is tall, skinny, very white, blond hair, and with the usual pimples for the age. He is a brilliant kid, and we start spending a lot of time chatting about computers, playing games, and doing our favorite hobby: cracking codes and winning all the possible games.

We were so close that Andy came home with his laptop just after school, and did not even bother to knock, just barged in and sat beside me in my “office”, that was actually an old small desk by the staircase. My wife was always at work so it was not a problem, but he kept doing the same when Millie left her job, and she started complaining that he had no limits.

To make things worse, we have a small bathroom in the ground floor and, as the house is old and the water pressure is bad upstairs, Millie prefers to shower downstairs particularly when she will wash her hair. One day, Andy stormed in exactly when she was leaving the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her waist and drying her hair with another one, her amazing boobs exposed. He froze, eyes wide open, she yelled and covered herself as much as she could, but he had the time to watch a nice show. She run upstairs, she apologized and left ashamed, but life moved on.

However, similar situations started to happen more frequently: she never again left the bathroom so carelessly exposed, but he entered the house many times when she had just finished her shower and walked through the living room in a robe or wrapped in a big towel. I found it funny, actually, and I was sure he stayed outside watching the bathroom light to calculate exactly the perfect time to come in. The boy was too smart for one to believe it was just a coincidence!

One day, Millie was coming downstairs for her shower wrapped in a big towel and wearing clogs, clumsily carrying a big bottle of shampoo and a hairdryer. She was almost downstairs when Andy barged in. She was surprised, tripped, lost her balance, dropped the shampoo, and when she moved fast trying to hold the handrail and save the hairdryer from falling too, her towel went down behind her. There she was, totally naked in front of a teen boy full of hormones, staring speechless with his mouth open. She turned around to pick the towel and it was a bad idea, as he now had a great view of her ass, her bouncing boobs and a glimpse of her pussy between her thighs. She picked the towel, wrapped around her as quickly as she could, and run upstairs, yelling “You have to knock, I don’t want you in my house anymore”.

I did not describe her and it was intentional, I left it for the best time: Millie is a gorgeous woman: 5’9”, shoulder length blond hair, green eyes, curvy like a bombshell: natural D cups, firm and perky, with big light pink aureole and protruding nipples; small waist over a beautiful round ass, trimmed strawberry pubic hair and small pink pussy lips, all over beautifully shaped long legs. She was born in America, but her father was Russian and her mom is German.

And there he was, my good friend Andy, with a huge tent stretching his pants, frozen at the door not able to move inside or to walk out. I found it funny, actually, but I pretended to be angry, and supported her. I came to him and said: “Andy, you can’t do this anymore. If you want so see a woman naked, look for your girlfriend, not my wife!” I was also a bit aroused with the situation. He was terrified, speechless, ashamed, stammered an apology and left. He did not show up again.

Millie was very upset, ashamed, and insisted she did not want Andy in the house again. After 4 or 5 days, she spent the weekend at her Mom’s. I was sorry for Andy, and I really liked the guy and missed his company, so I called him and told him to come in to help me testing a new game. He was very quiet, visibly uncomfortable, but took a chair and we started testing. The guy was really bright and helped me a lot. When we finished, we played a few games and at the end he was more relaxed.