Tommy came into my life when I married his father Paul just 6 months ago. He was 19 and staying with us while he went to college since he couldn't afford to live in the dorms. He was also drop dead gorgeous. Tommy was always being told that he could be a model if he wanted to. With his sculpted face, short black hair, tanned skin, and round ass. He had an athletic build with that lean musculature that guys that age always seem to get. No surprise considering he was on the gymnastics team at his college.

I wanted him.

I know I shouldn't because I was married to his father but I just couldn't stop thinking about him. Every time I was around him my pussy got so wet and I had to find excuses to go and secretly finger myself to orgasm. It was getting so bad that I had started fantasizing about him while I was getting fucked by Paul. I had to say "Baby" instead of Paul just to keep from calling out Tommy's name by accident. Worse still was when he would walk out of the shower with just a towel around his shoulders displaying his naked toned body. Often his cock would be rock hard and would bounce as he walked to his room. It was 8 glorious inches of succulent teen meat. Not a vein out of place with a big bulbous head and coke can thick shaft. It would make my mouth water and my cunt ache to just wish I could taste it... to feel it thrusting inside me until it exploded his sweet cum into me.

It was really bad when Tommy would bring a fuck buddy back home for a night of raunchy, steamy hot fucking. Tommy was bisexual. Sometimes it would be another boy he would bring home to fuck. Sometimes it was a girl. Sometimes it was even both. Since our bedroom was near his, I could often hear the sounds of wild animalistic fucking emanating from his room. God he could have been a pornstar with the way he fucked. Once I even caught him fucking one of his many conquests. Tommy had left his door open (whether on accident or by design I'm not sure). I shouldn't have peeked. I should have just walked away but my curiosity and hormones got the better of me.

What I saw blew my mind. Tommy was with one of his male teammates getting fucked. Tommy was on top of this latino stud riding his cock. They were both screaming in ecstasy. Tommy would occasionally tell his lover of how good it felt getting fucked by him or how much he wanted that studs cum up his ass. My fingers subconsciously found their way down to my pussy and I started fingering myself to the sight. They both cried out when they came near simultaneously with the latin boy cumming in Tommy first and then Tommy firing his load all over the both of them. Tommy then bent down to kiss the boy before lifting up. As he did that, he starred right at me with a huge shit-eating grin on his face and winked at me. I had to run out of there and straight to my room. After that I ended up practically ripping my clothes off and didn't waste any time fucking myself with my favorite dildo. I had bought it because it looked almost exactly like Tommy's cock. I came over and over again that night. When Paul came home and saw me naked on the bed with the dildo in my cunt, he stripped naked and fucked me to several more orgasms eventually unloading his seed into my mouth and pussy.

I could just barely contain myself around him while Paul was home until recently when Paul was informed by his work that he would have to go on out of town for two weeks. I saw Paul to the door the day he left and quickly went up to my room to think.

How was I going to survive this? Should I admit my lusts to Tommy and fuck him? Or should I resist all temptations and try and go about these two weeks like normal.