Part 3
I'm not sure how to go about this next section, maybe just relating a few stories, not necessarily in the exact order, because I don't remember the exact order I suppose.
We had been looking at and reading these magazines for a few years now. My dad's collection was hidden in some boxes out in the garage and once my sister and I had found them we were hooked. Eventually, I had read probably at least 500 stories from those magazines. Talk about sex education. I was quite literate in the language of sex before that summer. When we got together, sometimes we would try to make up the most ridiculous stories using the language that we had read in the mags. Now I did NOT talk that way in real life, but when we talked sex and made up stories there were no holds barred. Our language was explicit. Sometimes we would try to make each other laugh with our stories when it was our turn, sometimes it was Cher and I against the boys to see which of us could make the other two actually horny and want to orgasm. It just depended. The fantasies were rampant in my mind though, that much was certain.
I'm going to be a bit hesitant in writing this because in reality, my husband doesn't know several things about what went on in those days. Some of it I was too embarrassed to admit to him and some of it I never even considered remarkable enough to tell. As I said yesterday before I masturbated, thinking about them now is wild. I guess we all just considered it "normal" back then. One of those things was my fantasies about Brant, our knowing glances to one another, our special kind of touching, nothing overt, but there was no doubt what both of us were thinking at the time. In all honesty, I was teasing him and him me. He certainly knew my desire for him but always kept it under control from his side. This was a dangerous game but he was in control. Clearly I was not, but he wasn't going to let me go down any path that was too far.
As I said, we had always had a pretty open dialogue with Brant and I eventually was able to talk with him about many of my most intimate desires and thoughts. I had been conditioned to not think anything wrong with it. It was just like talking with the boys about it except this was way more "meaningful". This wasn't teenage boys jerk off fantasies. He became one of the most influential factors in my journey. He always listened and provided great insight.
All of us greeted each other with hugs and kisses all the time, including Brant. Over time, Brant and I engaged in kisses that were way more than just a simple peck between a mature man and the girl down the street. We did this infront of the Cher and the boys. Nobody ever said anything so I guess it wasn't too over the top. I would kiss Cher very deeply, the same way. THAT, the boys always loved. It really never made any sense to me because it wasn't sexual to me with Cher. It's just something we naturally did. It was pleasant, but it wasn't what you would think if you were watching from aside. Brant's hands would explore me in very sensual ways and I followed suite with him. I didn't think of it as sexual at the time either, but it did actually arouse me, and clearly it aroused him as well. I could feel his erection through his clothing in fact. It turned me on. Of course turning guys on always turned me on, My mind raced and I fantasized.
In the spring of that year, after the weather had warmed up, I would go over to Matt's to lay in the sun when I had time. Sometimes it would be with Cher, or one or both of the boys there, often it was alone. When I was there alone I would sunbathe topless and I always had my backpack with me and would be looking over or reading some magazine, looking at pics or reading stories. One day while I was there alone I had my favorite "Barely Legal" issue out and I naturally began masturbating. The sun always added to my desire. It was always tough to use both hands for pleasure and look at my fantasy pics at the same time. At this time I had set the magazine aside, put my left hand under my ass so I could stimulate myself anally and used my right hand to work into that familiar feeling. Just like the video, I writhed and squeezed and had my bottoms pulled down below my ass. I worked into a great and not exactly quiet climax. When I opened my eyes and looked up, there was Brant, very apologetically saying hello to me. There I was, my panties down, my fingers soaked and looking up at a man who had just seen me bring myself to orgasm. I was embarrassed and apologized, grabbing for my top. In my haste, I had forgotten that my bottoms were still down below my ass and my fingers were pretty soaked with my juices. Now THIS was going to be an awkward situation to recover from.
Mrs Hotwife
