House Guest by Ron Dawes Page A

Suzi continued coating her front with
sunscreen. The boys swam for a bit, enjoying the refreshingly cool
water, while Suzi read her book. After about thirty minutes, Rick
got out and sat in a chair under the umbrella, enjoying the
beautiful day, and admiring his wife.
    Though she was almost fifty, she still had a
gorgeous figure, and he enjoyed looking at her in her bikini from
behind his dark sunglasses. As he mentally undressed her, he
reveled in the fantasy of her breasts wrapped around his cock. It
was one of his favorite fantasies, burying his manhood between her
breasts, coating her with sticky cum.
    Just then he was startled back to reality.
While taking a drink from her iced tea, Suzi suddenly started
sputtering, coughing and spitting the tea out as she sat bolt
upright, trying to regain her breath. Her face flushed a bright
red.
    “Are you alright, Aunt Suzi?” Tommy asked, as
he came to her side.
    Rick looked at Tommy, and suddenly he saw
what had taken Suzi by surprise. The suit was a couple of sizes too
small for Tommy, and she had seen him get out of the pool. Though
his penis wasn’t erect, it was plastered to his inner thigh by the
too-tight suit, and clearly outlined in the wet, tight
swimsuit.
    His stomach was totally flat, his abs well
defined. The suit was way too short, and his penis, which appeared
to be about seven inches while flaccid, was almost as far down his
leg as the suit. If the suit was an inch shorter, or his dick an
inch longer, it would have shown below the trunks.
    Totally oblivious to the cause of Suzi’s
embarrassment, he took the glass from her and patted her on the
shoulder, standing so close to her that his crotch was only inches
from her face. She continued to blush a bright red and averted her
gaze.
    Covering her mouth and coughing, she managed
to get out, “I’m okay. I just swallowed down the wrong pipe.”
    “You sure?” Tommy asked with concern.
    “Yes, I’m sure, thank you.”
    It was all Rick could do to keep from
laughing out loud. It struck him as hilarious that his prim, proper
wife was so embarrassed by the sight of this young boy’s cock
through the wet suit. Adding to the humor of the situation was how
blind the boy was to the effect his skimpy suit had on his
wife.
    Early on in their marriage, Rick had learned
that sex just wasn’t as important to Suzi as it was to him. She was
happy to oblige him two or three times per week, but she would
never initiate sex. She seemed to enjoy it, but it just wasn’t that
important to her, and she was very modest about it. She rarely
allowed him to take her while the boys were in the house, and he
had learned to take his opportunities when he got them. He
masturbated several times a week, so it was enough to satisfy him
for the most part.
    They fought occasionally, usually about the
same things. He wanted more sex, he wanted her to open up a bit
more, and she wanted his attention when sex wasn’t the object. He
wanted her to enjoy sex the way he did, but she never even wanted
to talk about it. Still, they had had a pretty good marriage.
    Now that the boys were gone, it seemed things
were a bit better. His needs were much less urgent at fifty than
they had been at thirty. So while their frequency had reduced to
once or twice per week, and he masturbated only once or twice per
week, it was enough.
    But there was no denying she was quite
modest, and he continued to have to restrain himself from laughing
at the ridiculous situation. Tommy lay in the chaise next to Suzi
to sun himself dry. As he stretched out, the outline of his dick
was prominently silhouetted in the tight suit.
    Rick watched, amused, as his wife’s eyes
flitted here and there, anywhere but at her nephew. As he spoke to
her, she would answer with her eyes looking into her book. Yet the
boy never suspected how embarrassed she was, and spoke as if
nothing were the matter.
    After a while, she said, “Well, I’m going to
change for dinner. You guys want to dry