The Conversion

[bewareoflizzy]

I watched Liz closely as I lit the pipe for Liz to take another long draw. She was as beautiful and sexy as when this whole affair began when we were 35 years old and married just 10 years. Her face lit up in the reflection of the lighter and I saw the depth and magnitude of her sexuality once again. She smiled and blew smoke my way and smiled that seductive smile that seduce any man. My wife, still blowing me away after all these years.

"I walked to the restaurant and drew stares from several men I passed. I just smiled and knew what awaited me. The place was dark and romantic. Just what I wanted. I settled in to the banquette seat and awaited my friend. Soon enough, I saw a curly haired man walking towards me with an overnight bag and a big smile. Our eyes locked and I could tell we both liked what we saw 10 years later. He hugged me and decided to sit close to me on the banquette bench. Jim immediately ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon much to my shock. He said life was getting better and we weren't going to drink any cheap Upstate New York wine tonight. I laughed and gave him a peck on the cheek. The champagne was poured and we proceeded to drink and catch up. He kept complementing me on how good I looked and how much he loved my tight, sexy dress. He couldn't believe I was the same weight (110 lbs.) as I was the last time we met. I told him I worked hard on keeping my girlish figure. He loved it and squeezed my thigh.

"We had a wonderful dinner and the champagne flowed. We laughed and it was as though it had never ended. We were old friends (and lovers) and completely comfortable with each other. As our thighs touched, I felt that old warm feeling again, rising in my chest. It was the feeling I would get while driving to Jim's after our shift at the restaurant. Anticipation, excitement, nervousness. He would quell my nerves with wine, pot, and good music. I would relax and we would be off to the races, with me attacking him on the couch, him dragging me into his bedroom, and having his way with me until I would scream in orgasm. Oh, my God. That young man could fuck.

"Jim paid for dinner and we made our way out. We walked arm in arm down the Manhattan street stopping to look in some shop windows and kiss. We didn't want to make a scene. I made eye contact several times with a woman about my age in the restaurant and I could tell she knew what was going down. Jim obviously looks younger than me and we were sitting so close together at our table that it was kind of obvious to an attentive observer. We looked at each other just before I got up from the table and she gave me a slight nod. I smiled back at her in appreciation. Jim and I made our way to the hotel and the young female desk clerk checked me out and gave me a sheepish smile as well. We kissed softly as the elevator whisked us up to the 20th floor. It felt good. It felt like old times.

"We entered the suite and Jim was very impressed. I set the mood and told him to slip into the terrycloth bathrobe that was hanging in the bathroom. After lighting some candles, putting on some nice stereo music, and opening the bottle of Veuve Clicquot champagne I had brought, I settled down on the love seat. Jim walked out relaxed and looking very dapper in his robe. I said I would change after we sipped a little champagne. Our second bottle of champagne was delicious and we both started feeling amorous. I excused myself and repaired to the bathroom. I removed everything except my satin panties and donned my own long, silk, Chinese robe I had brought with me. I kept the high heels on. I freshened my make-up paying close attention to my sultry eyes, reapplied my lipstick, then checked myself in the mirror. I was the harlot I wanted to be. For Jim.


"I walked out in my heels and sexy robe and bowed slightly before Jim as he gasped at my look. I thanked him for still being attracted to me. He gushed complements. I was flattered. We sat close and sipped. I said, of course, I brought some pot and I asked if he was interested. He eagerly said 'oh, yeah'. I filled the pipe with a nice big bud and handed him the lighter just like old times. He laughed and lit me up. I took a nice, deep inhale and passed the glass pipe to Jim. Needless to say, We proceeded to get very stoned. Our eyes danced. I teasingly lifted the crease of his robe for just a second and caught a glimpse of his monster cock. I giggled and placed it back to it's proper position. Jim just laughed and jokingly asked what was I doing. I innocently said 'nothing'. He loved it. I could see him getting harder under the robe. I ran my fingers through his curly locks and complemented him on still having a good head of hair. My curiosity overcame me and I playfully folded back his robe again until it was open to my view. There it was. It looked like a torpedo stretching implausibly down between his legs. I asked if I could touch it and he gave me permission. I slowly ran my fingers over the long shaft just barely touching him with my nails. He sighed. I asked him if he had a girlfriend. He said he had had two relationships since we last met but they both ended up breaking up with him. Only because of his incredible size! They just couldn't handle his massive size. I smiled devilishly and said that that was never a problem for me. He nodded and said that both women were bigger than me down there but still couldn't accommodate him. He was in wonderment as to how I took him deep so easily. I just said it was talent...and lust. He laughed again as I continued to run my red nails over his hard shaft".

[bewareoflizzy]

"I told him that I had missed him and thought about him a lot recently. He said he was glad as I stroked his beautiful cock I had missed so much. We whispered sexy things to each other as we descended into our blissful state, letting the lust build and build. I lowered my mouth to within inches of his head and asked him if he would like me to pleasure him. He could barely talk as I started salivating all over his dick. I realized just how big he was again as I engulfed his crown with my lips spread as far as they could go. Slowly, I lubricated him half way down his thick shaft and all over his massive head. I stroked him erotically and told him again how much I had missed him. I asked him if he wanted to cum in my mouth or go in the bedroom and fuck me. He groaned with such a heavenly choice. I suggested we move to the bed and decide. I removed my robe and strutted into the bedroom in nothing but my high heels and my panties. His eyes popped as I glanced back in a seductive way. We sipped a little more champagne before I once again laid by his side and started pouring baby oil all over his cock and groin area. I asked him if he remembered when I did this for him whenever we were together to prepare him to fuck me. He nodded and said how much he loved it when I did that for him. He started moaning and groaning as I got him more excited. His cock was too much for me to resist any longer and I mounted him and rubbed his slippery cock up and down my pussy lips. I told him that it had been 10 years since he and I had made love and I was only used to my husband's dick which was about half the length and girth of his. He smiled and said he would be gentle...at first. I licked my lips and started gyrating his head between my pussy lips. An inch at a time, I worked, first his crown, then increasing lengths of his shaft inside me. Now it was my turn to gasp. I had forgotten just how massive his member was. It stretched and plumbed and started filling me. I thanked him for coming down. He thanked me for inviting him. I rose up on my legs and squatted over him taking him deeper and deeper. It was overwhelming. Waves of hot lust washed over me like old times and I remembered why I wanted to see Jim again.

"I pumped up and down until we were completely lubricating each other and fucking in rhythm. He held my hips while I massaged his chest and tweaked his nipples. I started losing it as his full girth expanded me to delirious widths. I groaned and moaned and started telling him how much I had missed him. How good it was when he was fucking me. How I thought about him so much over the decade, especially recently. I knew we would be together again, I told him. He flipped me over in an instant and I found myself on my back staring up into his hazel eyes. My legs spread involuntarily and welcomed him in. Oh, so slowly, he lowered himself until our groins were rubbing. He teased me by rubbing his shaft all over my wet cunny. I gushed love juices. He spread it all over me. We slid together like a well oiled machine. I pleaded with my eyes for him to fuck me. Please, please, just make love to me. He read my eyes and pushed his head past my labia and into the entrance to my waiting cunt. He knew how to drive me crazy and he started with long, languorous, strokes. I nodded over and over telling him to keep doing that...just like that.

" Don't stop. Don't ever stop. Oh, yeah. That's so good. Thank you, baby. Thank you for being my lover. Thank you for fucking me so good. I can't believe how good it feels. Oh, my God. Yeah, just like that. Nice and slow. Drive me crazy. Make me yours. ALL YOURS"!

[SlimScott]

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[bewareoflizzy]

Another memory came flooding back to me in these older years. In the summer of '94, we were in a major transition. My husband had accepted a promotion to corporate headquarters in the next state, about 150 miles away. He would work there for 8 months and come home on weekends so the kids could finish their school year and we could move during the summer. It was next to impossible to see Jim as my parental duties took precedent. As the school year ended, my brother offered to have the kids for an overnight. This presented a very tempting opportunity. My husband was in the next state 3 hours away, my kids would be at my brother's an hour and half away, and I was free to do as I please. My mind felt the surge of excitement as I pondered the possibilities. I called Jim to inform him of my good fortune. He was as excited as I was and we made plans to meet at his house on a very balmy Tuesday evening. I prepped during the day while the kids played and packed overnight bags for both. We drove to my brother's in a happy mood as the kids were excited to stay at one of their favorite uncle's place. I wore a pretty summer dress, no bra, and sheer panties. I tried to keep my mind off Jim until I was on my own but the impending rendezvous kept giving me butterflies. Our affair stretched for 6 years now and we had had our ups and downs but we always ended back in each other's arms unable to give up the pleasure we gave each other.

We arrived at the country home at about 5 p.m. and I agreed to stay for dinner. We talked amiably and I allowed myself one glass of wine before hitting the road. By 7:30 I was waving bye to my beautiful kids and driving towards the highway. I would be to Jim's by 9 p.m. and relished the thought of relaxing in his outdoor hot tub under the stars. It was turning out to be a beautiful night.

[bewareoflizzy]

I drove through the Upstate evening marveling at the fiery, colorful sunset. Was it a harbinger of things to come? I felt that familiar tingle in my pussy as I approached his house, harkening back to those first crazy nights 6 years earlier when I would "drop by" his apartment after work, only to get my brains fucked inside and out. The young man 9 years my junior had a talent any woman would appreciate. In my twenties, I was surprised to see my sex drive only increase after marrying and wondered where my random, restless fantasies would take me. My sex life with my husband was wonderful, divine, but still left me with a gnawing hunger for something else. What was it, I wondered? By my mid-thirties, hormones were raging and I was known as a flirt and a temptress at the restaurant I worked at. My husband, coincidentally, after 10 years of marital bliss, started having fantasies about me seducing a young man of my choosing. Chemistry and biology combined into an explosive synergy and I found myself in the bed of this talented, incredibly hung, lover. Now, here I was, 42 years old and still hungry to feel him inside me.

I pulled my car into his open garage as was our habit to avoid nosy neighbors and I heard Jim closing the door from inside. I walked in thru his basement and he greeted me with a warm embrace. Jim suggested we sit out on his back deck and have a glass of wine. Tiki torches and soft music illuminated the warm darkness, the bubbling hot tub, and we settled into the soft, cushioned patio furniture. I exhaled after the busy day of prepping, packing, and driving. Jim looked buff, tan, wearing only swim trunks. He complemented me on my new sundress and I smiled in appreciation. As was our habit, one glass of wine led to another and as my inhibitions melted away and my desire increased, the temptation to get stoned rose to the surface. I always carried a joint in my little lipstick case tucked in my purse but Jim produced a fat doobie provided by our mutual friend and workmate, Jim B. I relished the idea of Jim wanting to get me stoned as he knew it made me crazy for him. He lit the joint and we proceeded to get oblivious. It was really strong stuff.

After a fashion, Jim asked if I would like to get in the hot tub. I said I thought he would never ask and proceeded to stand up, pull my dress over my head exposing my unclad breasts, slip out of my panties, and step into the steaming, bubbling water naked. I laid back letting the hot water cover me up to my neck and stared at him inviting him silently to join me. Jim rose slowly, stood by the edge of the sunken tub, and dropped his trunks. And there it was, the most beautiful cock I had ever seen or enjoyed. It snaked down his thigh bouncing slightly as his own excitement became apparent. I had come to know what my gnawing hunger over the last 10 years was all about. A man with a penis that could make me lose control, make me orgasm...repeatedly. Jim was almost twice the length of my husband and his girth was more than twice his size. It was a revelation I was going to enjoy as long as possible.

[bewareoflizzy]

I laid back and enjoyed the bubbling water while Jim got comfortable across from me. We stared up at the stars in the warm, humid night. I floated upright in the tub and Jim watched as my nipples and bush floated above the water enticing him. He did the same and I would glance over to see his mushroom head poking above the foamy water driving me to distraction. Finally, the wine, the pot, the evening air, and the bubbling hot water all conspired to make me take the initiative. I sat up and glided over to his naked body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, gave him a lip lock he'll never forget, and plunged my hips down on his waiting cock. I gasped as he filled my every need. We were delirious with lust as our bodies became one...and one moving in synchrony. The sensations were incredible as we were engulfed in pure pleasure...without guilt...without any regard for anyone else but each other. I moaned and whispered dirty words in his ear while he gripped my hips and slammed me up and down on his shaft. We were in heaven.

The hot water and hot sex overwhelmed me at some point and I said I needed to get out of the tub. I jumped out and sat, then laid down on the deck surrounding the hot tub. I was crazy with desire as Jim slowly got out of the water, his cock waving at me in the night air. I daintily ran my fingers over my breast and down towards my burning hole as Jim stood over me triumphantly stroking his magnificent cock. We pleasured ourselves for a minute or so showing our unmitigated desire for each other freely. Jim lowered himself and devoured me as his cock slid effortlessly into my waiting pussy. We made love in this missionary position for quite a time and I came so close to orgasm, but the pounding was killing my back on the hardwood deck so I asked if we could go inside and make love in his bedroom.

[bewareoflizzy]

I headed for the bathroom as Jim dried off and headed to the bedroom to set the scene as he liked to do and I adored. I stared at myself in the mirror and saw a reflection of a sexual, intense woman flushed with the color of wanton desire. I felt like a wanton woman, free to do as she pleased...if only for a night. I applied my red lipstick carefully as I wanted to entice Jim with my oral skills. We had been through the spectrum of colors of matching lips and nails as my habit of stroking and sucking his cock for hours grew into an erotic drama each time we were together. Jim always came back to the deepest, sensual reds for both mouth and fingernails...just like my husband. I slipped into the white terrycloth robe Jim left for me and sauntered into his boudoir. There I was greeted by a handsome young man with an incredibly large penis sitting naked on his bed, music, candles, wine, and smoke at the ready. I giggled and joined him on the bed. We sipped, toked some more, and giggled like young lovers. I slipped down to my customary position with baby oil bottle in my hand. Jim moaned as I poured copious amounts of the slippery oil all over his shaft. I faced him so he could see my latest version of bright red lips and nails. He had come to love my ministrations and obsession with playing with his monster cock. I would look at him longingly as I lovingly stroked his shaft with bright, red nails tantalizing him. My mouth would draw ever nearer as his cock hardened to blue steel. I would engulf his crown head with soft lips and stare into his crazed eyes pleading for me to deep throat him. I would satisfy him completely. I never had to worry about him cumming as he always hardened within minutes. Tonight, I took charge and mounted him with ease. I settled onto his dick and took his full measure. It was incredible. I knew this would be one of our last nights together Upstate and wanted it to last. I did a slow motion dance on his beautiful cock that lasted for an hour or more. I came repeatedly and begged him for more. I never wanted it to end as he fucked me through the night and vowed to never stop, as I had pleaded. He did not disappoint.