His eyes dropped to her long legs. "Yeah, you could do that. You've got great legs."

Gayle smiled, raising one leg to tease him a bit. She was wearing shorts and a halter top, but she had on high-heeled mules and she knew they made her legs look sexy. "Are you a leg man?"

The boy grunted. "Hell, I'm an everything man."

Gayle chuckled. "I bet you've got a dozen girlfriends at school."

Scott shook his head. "Just one. I don't run around too much."

"Well, that's a lie," a female voice said. Linda had come out on the patio wearing only a bikini and sandals, her solid-looking tits almost spilling out of the skimpy top. She jerked her head now, shaking her long auburn hair and smiling at them.

"He sees a woman besides his girlfriend. A professor's wife."

Scott looked annoyed. "Shut up, Linda." The girl giggled. "And the woman is ancient."

"The hell she is.

"Well, she's almost forty!"

Gayle was amused. "Is that ancient?"

"It's old," Linda said with a smirk.

What a snotty little bitch, Gayle thought. She chatted with them another few minutes, and then she took her daiquiri back inside the house.

Late that afternoon Gayle was in the shower in the master bathroom. She ran the soap over her body, lathered her tits and ass and then her pussy. She rubbed the corner of the bar of soap between her cuntlips to get some pressure on her clit. She was never inhibited about masturbating, never reluctant to dolt whenever she felt like it. Feeling good was all that counted in life and she never felt better than when her pussy was on fire and getting what it wanted.

Three fingers now. She stretched her cunthole with three curled fingers, then slipped the other hand behind to get her middle finger in her asshole. She liked getting fucked in her ass as much as in her pussy, and she was certain that was one of the reasons her husband Jay had been so hot to marry her.