The guy next door, Jimmy Martin, was cutting the lawn.

Jimmy was eighteen, a tall, sturdy young fellow at the age when young men get particularly horny. He had taken his shirt off and his smooth, hairless torso was glistening in the hot morning sunlight. His youthful muscles rippled as he walked behind the mower and a lock of sandy-colored hair had fallen across his brow.

Elizabeth, to her own amazement, felt a flood of hot fuck-lust course through her pussy and run up her thighs. She blinked in surprise.

Why, what's got into me today? she wondered.

Then, giggling, she thought: Well, I know what I'd like to get into me – I'd like that young man's prick in my cunt!

It was just a passing thought, of course. Elizabeth did not cheat on her husband and she certainly would never have thought about seducing a teenaged guy. No, it was only a casual thought.

Carl was a thick-set, powerful man, his heavily muscled torso matted with coarse hair. The contrast with Jimmy's smooth and hairless body must be what made her think such naughty thoughts, Elizabeth reasoned. It was only natural for a girl to speculate about such things, to fancy a bit of variety, and there, was nothing wrong with it… as long as it was just a thought, as long as she didn't do anything about it.

Her hand passed down and pressed against her.

Oh, my! I am feeling randy, she thought, feeling a bit sheepish about the admission.

She determined to force such thoughts out of her mind. She left the kitchen and went upstairs to get dressed. But then, in the bedroom, she just had to draw the curtains back and take another look at the teen. Again, she experienced a wave of desire.

What's wrong with me? she wondered.

Am I going through change of life or something ridiculous like that? Why should I start to get horny about a teenager, at this stage of my happily married life? It was absurd. She determinedly walked away from the window but then she walked right back again.