Last summer, my husband's nephew Ken spent two weeks with us in August at our lakehouse before starting College nearby. We have been married about 5 years, he is 55 I'm 30. Our very healthy sex life has diminished greatly the last two years due his diabetes, and I find myself very frustrated over that.
When Ken arrived, I found myself fantasizing about him, and his taut toned body. The first night, I could hear the unmistakeable sound of his bed squeaking, and as I lie next to my sleeping husband, I fingered myself thinking about Ken masturbating in the next room. The next morning, I awoke to the same sound, and again I moved my hand to my clit.
After breakfast, I took some towels into his room as he and my husband went to the lake for a dip. By the side of his bed, I saw two wadded up Kleenex. I picked them up, one crusty, one damp. I smelled the damp one, inhaling the unique scent of semen. I felt myself getting wet, and I sat on the edge of his bed, and fingered myself while smelling his cum. I had an explosive orgasm, then quickly dropped the Kleenex back on the floor, and went down to the lake.
We spent most of the day at the lake. At the end of the day, my husband ran to town for groceries. Ken had gotten too much sun, and had a sunburn. I told him to jump into the shower, and after, I would put lotion on his shoulders for him. I grabbed a bottle of aloe, and went to his room. He looked so fucking hot wrapped in his towel, his hair still wet. I rubbed some aloe on his shoulders and back, his butt pushing into my stomach. I put some more lotion on my hands, and reached around his armpits, and spread it across his chest. He shuddered and commented how good the cold aloe felt, and I could feel his nipples harden. I rubbed more into his stomach, and could see he was hard under the towel. I slipped my hand inside his towel and wrapped my fist around him. I slid my aloe slickened hand up his large shaft, and he moaned. He leaned back into me, thrusting slowly into my hand, as I rubbed his chest and nipples with my other hand. 'I heard you doing this last night and this morning' I whispered. He started thrusting harder, and I increased my speed. It felt so hot to have his big hard dick sliding in and out of my fist. He moaned again and tightened up, then shot several large spurts of cum onto the floor. I took his towel and cleaned it up, and smiled at him. I told him that tomorrow it was his turn to help me. He turned to me and placed his hand on my crotch, then unzipped me. He pulled my pants down and started rubbing my clit, and slowly finger fucking me. I laid down on his bed, spread my legs and he continued until I exploded.
I caught my breath, and pulled up my pants, and he got dressed. We walked to the kitchen, and I told him we need to do this again. And we did, with a lot more the next 2 weeks. Every time my husband wasn't around, and once on a hike in the woods, we would repeat our fun. The last day we fucked as well, but that's a different story.