Pushing Her Buttons
By The Pen Is Mightier
thepenismightier09@gmail.com
Amanda grinned mischievously at her husband as he scarfed down his dinner.
“Are you in a hurry or something?” She asked, a playful tone in her voice.
“Who, me?” Harry replied between devouring two giant scoops of mashed potatoes. “Why would you think that?”
“Oh, no reason,” she smiled. “I just thought maybe you were in a hurry to go open that package you tried to sneak into the garage after work.”
Harry’s eyes went wide as he nearly choked on his potatoes. “Um, well, I mean,” he stammered. “What package, dear?”
The young blonde housewife let out a giggle. “Come on, Harry. You’re not as sneaky as you think you are. I saw you bring that box into the garage after you parked your car. So, what’s in there? Maybe a present for a super important event?”
Harry rolled his eyes and let out a little chuckle. “Okay, you got me,” he sighed. “I was trying to keep it a secret, but I bought your anniversary gift already. Really, it’s something for both of us. I’m kind of dying to go power it up and make sure it works.”
“I see,” Amanda grinned. “Do I get a hint? Should I sneak out there and take a peek, or are you going to drive me bonkers and make me wait a whole week until it’s officially our first anniversary?”
Harry laughed. “This is why I was trying to be sneaky. All I’ll say is that it’ll spice things up in the bedroom, and you’d better not go snooping in the garage. It was expensive, and I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”
“So, it’s expensive, it’s something you power up to operate, and it will spice up our love life. Very interesting,” she replied. “Not really sure how I can resist that.”
Harry pointed a finger at his bride. “Hey, no peeking. Seriously. I don’t want you so much as stepping foot into the garage this week.”
“Okay, mister, you win,” she laughed. “Even though I really want to sneak a peek, since you’re putting so much advanced thought into our big day, I guess I can hold off my insatiable curiosity and let you surprise me. Now, hurry up and finish your dinner so you can go play with whatever it is.”
Harry flashed Amanda a warm smile and went back to eating dinner. After the meal was over, he helped clean up and then practically ran out to the garage. Amanda couldn’t help but grin at his enthusiasm as she sat down on the sofa to play a game of Scrabble on her phone.
About ten minutes into her game, Amanda had just played the word “jukebox” when she paused, feeling a slight twinge of… something. Shrugging off the odd sensation, Amanda set her phone down, stood up, and started unbuttoning her blouse. A moment later, she tossed the garment onto the ground and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Once her breasts were free, she moved on to her jeans, sliding them down to the floor.
Amanda was just tossing the last of her clothes into the pile when Harry burst through the door leading to the garage. She gave him a smile as she sat back down and picked up her phone to resume her game.
“All done in the garage?” She asked as Harry looked her up and down.
“Um, no. I was, um, just checking something. Say, does anything seem unusual to you?”
Amanda looked around the house quizzically, then turned her attention back to Harry. “Not that I can see. Why?”
“Really?” Harry asked. “So you normally play on your phone naked while your clothes sit on the floor in a pile then?”
“Oh, right,” Amanda replied. “I should have put those clothes in the hamper. Thanks for reminding me, babe.”
“Wow,” Harry muttered as he watched his wife get back up, grab her clothes, and bring them to the bedroom. “It really works.”
The following morning, Amanda and Harry shared breakfast together before they each dove into their day. Amanda gave Harry a kiss as he left for work, then wandered back into her bedroom to get ready. She tossed on a T-shirt and jeans, then grabbed a hair tie from her nightstand and tied her long blonde hair into a ponytail. After a quick look in the mirror, she strode out into the living room.
She had barely reached the sofa when a knock at the door grabbed her attention. Walking over to the window next to the front door, she peeked through the blinds to see who was there. As soon as she saw Jerome’s face, she smiled, reaching for the door’s handle and swinging it wide open.
Jerome was the neighbor kid everyone wanted. At eighteen years old, he was a real asset to the neighborhood, always helping out wherever he could. He spent his summer days mowing the yards of the elderly neighbors, walking pets for busy families, and doing odds and ends jobs for anyone who asked. He was a tall, well-built young man whose umber eyes seemed to pop in contrast to his deep brown skin, and he had a persistent smile everywhere he went.
“Well, good morning, Jerome!” Amanda chirped as she smiled at her neighbor. “What brings you by so early on a Friday morning?”
“Hi Mrs. Henderson,” Jerome replied. “Sorry for popping over so early, but I was hoping Mr. Henderson could help me with something.”
“It’s no problem at all,” Amanda smiled. “Harry’s already off to work, but maybe I can help. What’s up?”
“So, I’m trying to do some work on my car today, but I can’t seem to find my ten-millimeter socket. A while back, Mr. Henderson offered to loan me some other tools for a project, so I thought I’d come by and see if he had what I needed.”
“Oh, that’s no problem at all,” Amanda replied. “I know he’s got a socket set somewhere in the garage, and he definitely wouldn’t mind letting you borrow what you need. Come on inside.”
Jerome followed Amanda into the house, and the two walked down to the door leading into the garage.
“Okay,” Amanda said, “long story, but Harry doesn’t want me going into the garage right now, but you’ve been in there before. Grab whatever you need. I’m going to go grab a cup of coffee, and I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
Jerome nodded, opening the door to the garage and heading inside as Amanda turned to head off to the kitchen. Arriving at the workbench, he rummaged around, looking for Harry’s socket set. Opening a drawer in Harry’s tool cabinet, he came across something that didn’t look like it belonged among the scattered tools. It was molded from sleek black plastic, with several dozen buttons lined up on the face. It looked like a remote control of some sort, one with far more buttons than a typical remote. His curiosity getting the best of him, he picked up the remote and turned it in his hands a few times before randomly pressing several of the buttons and slipping it back in place to continue his hunt.
Little did he know, this remote was in fact the special gift Harry had purchased. In his brief interaction with the device, he hadn’t bothered to read any of the markings over the buttons he pressed. If he had, he would have realized that those buttons were labeled with the words horny, lingerie, seduce, blowjob, cowgirl, creampie, and dirty talk. Jerome was oblivious to all of this, however, and he continued on in his quest to find Harry’s socket set.
Meanwhile, Amanda had gone into the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee. Just as she was opening her cupboard, she felt that same twinge she’d noticed last night, followed by several more. She found herself pausing as she reached for a mug, suddenly realizing how turned on she was. A smile gradually crept onto the woman’s face as an idea popped into her mind. There was a much better way to wake herself up than a little caffeine, she decided.
Closing her cupboard door, Amanda headed into her bedroom, making a line straight for her closet. Her arousal only continued to climb as she flipped through hangers, looking for exactly the right thing.
A few minutes later, Jerome stepped back into the living room, tools in hand. Amanda was nowhere to be seen.
“Mrs. Henderson,” he called, “I found the socket I needed, and I’m going to borrow his snap ring pliers, too, if that’s okay.” After a pause with no response, he called out again. “Mrs. Henderson?”
Suddenly, the door to the bedroom swung open, revealing Amanda, dressed in only a red lace bra and a matching thong. As she strutted out into the living room, Jerome’s jaw dropped as the tools he had been holding clattered to the floor.
“Please, Jerome,” she purred, stepping up to the stunned teenager, “call me Amanda.”
“Um, uh, I…” Jerome stuttered. “What’s… what’s going on?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Amanda grinned as she wrapped her arms around the young man. “I want you.”
“But, but, Mr. Henderson,” he said, stumbling over his words as the woman began tugging at the hem of his shirt.
“Mr. Henderson’s not here,” she cooed, “and I’m so horny, Jerome. I need a big strong man who can get me going. I need a man like you, with a big, hard cock I can suck and ride until he unloads his cum inside of me. What do you say, stud?”
Jerome simply stared as the woman pulled his shirt up, pausing only a moment as he almost involuntarily raised his arms up so she could pull it off his head. Next she leaned in, planting a long, slow kiss on his cheek as she wrapped her arms around him. Slowly, Jerome’s resolve vanished, and he found his arms beginning to relax as he turned his head, capturing her lips with his.
The moment their lips met, it was like fireworks went off. All of a sudden, Jerome lost his hesitancy, wrapping his arms around the woman and groaning into her mouth. Amanda echoed his groan as their tongues dueled and their hands roamed across each other’s bodies. Amanda pushed herself against Jerome until his back was up to the wall. Finally breaking off the kiss, Amanda gave Jerome a sultry smile as she slowly dropped to her knees.
“Now,” she said, tugging down on his waistband, “let’s see what I’ve got to play with.”
With a slow tug, Amanda pulled down Jerome’s shorts and underwear; slowly, his massive, dark cock came into view, and Amanda could feel herself growing wetter and wetter just from the sight. Finally, his clothes dropped to the floor, and his member sprung up, nearly hitting the woman in the face. Amanda reached up, wrapping her fingers slowly around the teen’s erection and giving it a slow, deliberate pump. Jerome could only watch in awe as the woman slowly stroked him several more times, the diamonds from her wedding band glistening in the light.
Jerome had never been harder in his life when he felt Amanda’s lips pres against his cock. He let out a low, deep moan as she slowly engulfed him, taking her deeper and deeper inside her mouth. Amanda’s tongue swirled and rubbed up against him as she finally bottomed out on his member. The young man was in heaven, and it only got better as Amanda drew back slowly, then plunged herself down on him again, repeating the process over and over.
“Oh, fuck,” Jerome groaned. “Yeah, Mrs. Henderson. That’s so good.”
After another minute of bobbing on the young man, Amanda decided it was time for more. Sliding sensually off his member, she rose to her feet, taking his hand in hers and pulling him toward the bedroom. “Come on,” she said, “I need you inside me so bad.”
Jerome didn’t argue as she led him into the bedroom and up onto the bed. An instant later, the woman was straddling her neighbor, grinding her thong up and down along his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, using her hand to push his harness against her. “You’re so fucking big, Jerome. I can’t wait to feel this inside me. I can’t wait to ride your big black cock like a little slut, your little slut. Would you like that? Would you like to fill my pussy with your cock? Would you like to cum inside me, to give me a nice big creampie?”
Jerome made an approving grunt as he bucked against the housewife, grinding his cock into her thong so hard that her wetness was soaking them all the way through.
Pulling the garment aside, Amanda ground her pussy lips against Jerome’s cock, coating it with her juices. The woman let out a little groan as she felt Jerome pressing against her folds. She’d never once before even considered cheating on Harry before, but right now, the thought of taking this cock inside her felt so natural and so right.
Shifting slightly, the woman took Jerome’s cock and slowly guided it inside her. She let out a whimper and shuddered as he filled her inch by inch. Jerome was bigger than her husband, and she could feel her pussy wrapped tightly around his girth.
“Oh, yes,” she groaned as she bottomed out on top of her lover. “Oh, fuck, Jerome, your cock feels so good inside me.” With that, the woman pushed herself up, allowing his cock to back out of her before plunging down on it hard. Jerome let out a groan, and Amanda closed her eyes. She repeated herself, plunging down on him again. Soon the woman was riding the young man at full speed, fucking him as hard as she could while he bucked his hips in rhythm. Jerome reached up, squeezing one of Amanda’s lingerie-clad breasts with his hand.
“Yeah,” Amanda moaned. “Grab my titties! Oh, fuck, Jerome, your cock feels so good. You’re filling up my cunt so well. Oh, God, I think I’m getting closer. I think I’m gonna—oh, fuck! Yes, Jerome! Yes!”
Amanda shook as an orgasm pulsed through her body. She collapsed on top of Jerome, pressing her lips into his and groaning into his mouth. Jerome bucked hard against the woman, driven to the brink from the way she was spasming on his shaft. Finally he couldn’t hold back anymore, and with a final colossal thrust, he buried himself inside her and cried out as he erupted, filling her with a massive load of his hot, sticky cum.
“Yes!” Amanda cried, breaking off their kiss. “Yes, creampie me. Fill me up with your cum! Oh, fuck, I love being your little slut!”
A few minutes later, as they were cuddling in bed, Jerome’s brain finally caught up with his body as he looked into the eyes of the smiling woman.
“Mrs. Henderson,” he began, “what just happened? I mean, you’ve lived next door for almost a year, and you’ve never so much as come on to me. Why today?”
Amanda thought for a moment, then gave the young man a smile. “I honestly don’t know. I guess you just knew how to push my buttons.”
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