They play basketball in the driveway and boys will occasionally pop in, one or two at a time, to get water or plug in a cell phone. For a brief moment Im alone with them, sweaty and sometimes shirtless. Those thin basketball shorts leave little to the imagination and it feels wrong to look but I do.
I fantasize about it when Im alone with my vibrator.
I imagine wearing only a bathrobe in the kitchen and feeling as undressed as they are. Maybe accidentally flashing some skin to get their attention, or mistakenly brushing my hand against the front of their shorts as I reach for a drawer.
I imagine seeing them get visibly aroused by me.
I imagine them going to the bathroom to relieve their erections while they picture my tits, my mouth.
I imagine secretly touching myself while theyre in the room, hoping they don't suddenly turn around and catch me.
I imagine my husband coming home and finding me getting fucked by three teenage boys.
I imagine everyone finding out what a sick perverted slut I am. The shame turns me on.
You are sexually attracted seventeen year old boys?
Yes.
You like to perform oral sex on athletic high school students?
Yes.
You allow these boys to penetrate you, sometimes simultaneously?
Yes.
You let them ejaculate inside you?
Yes.
You are disgusting, exploiting an adolescents hormones for your own perverted pleasure.
Yes.


