Not knowing that her husband was fucking his teenaged secretary with regularity and gusto, Elizabeth was not really serious as she thought about seducing Jimmy Martin.

The idea was pleasing, thrilling, even, and she enjoyed fantasizing about it, in all the juicy, graphic details – what he would say, how he would look, the involuntary moaning and whimpering her caresses would bring forth, and especially, how his sweet, virgin cock would swell and throb and spurt!

But the faithful wife had no intention of acting upon her lascivious musings. The erotic idea had been part of her self-gratification – after all, a woman had, to think about something while she finger-fucked herself, didn't she? – no more than that. But she was still thinking about the handsome teen, less with lust now that she had come, but with dreamy speculation.

She would have been truly thrilled, had she known that young Jimmy was thinking about her, as well.

Jimmy was still a virgin, in fact, although it was a condition which he hated and wanted to rid himself of at the first opportunity. He was desperate with his burgeoning puberty. He jerked off at least twice a day, often more, and he thought about his sexy neighbor, Elizabeth Tremayne, quite often as his fist sped up and down on his swollen cock meat.

He often watched the older woman as she moved in the adjacent yard, and sometimes he could get a glimpse of her – a tantalizing glimpse that brought his prick into his fist without delay – as she passed by the windows of her bedroom or living room, or all the more provocative for being faint, all the more thrilling because it hinted at what he could not see, when she was standing behind the frosted glass of the bathroom window. Was she naked, perhaps? About to stand under the shower or climb into a soapy tub? Oh, how he would have loved to shower her with jism, to coat her with his foamy cum!