Follow her

Maybe I am a fucking voyeur, because I couldn't get that look out of my mind. I quietly make my way in the direction Meg went. I hear footsteps heading downstairs, so I head in that direction. I then realize which way Meg was going. The kitchen. Where it had all started. I peek around the corner and sure enough I see Meg, and with the refrigerator door I could see Kenny with his in the 'fridge. Meg impishly strides up behind, her hands going down to grasp the teen boy's ass.

"Wha-Mrs Meg!? What are-" He starts to ask.

"Shh," she says gently, leaning in to nip his ear.

Kenny moans at the treatment. "I thought..you said it'd be just once..." His voice trails off when I notice Meg slipping her hands into his trunks to directly squeeze his asscheeks.

"I changed my mind, Kenny. I have to have more." One hand leaves the back and goes around to palm what I have to imagine is his crotch, though I can't quite see it from my position. "I need more of this." She says the last word with husky emphasis. I could see Kenny jolt a bit. She must have squeezed him. "If you want to, Kenny, we could make this a regular thing."

"Yes Mrs. Meg..I really want that," Kenny says, completely at my wife's mercy. I find myself a little proud of my wife's sexual confidence. "Where's Jo?"

"Still at the pool," he answers with bated breath.

"Good." She turns him around, kneeling in front of him. She leans in to his trunks and runs her mouth over the outline of his erection. I could hear Kenny moan and barely register him saying Meg's name. Was she seriously going to give him a blowjob right there in the kitchen?