The Conversion

[CandA]

Your writing, and your experiences with Liz are extraordinary, I'm so envious!

Please keep writing, it's my favorite story and you're my favorite story teller.

Thank you

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The fire still burned intensely and we could both feel the heat. I wasn't going to change a thing. I knelt by his side facing the fire. I softly caressed his butt cheek while he took a couple of deep breaths and finally turned over. He looked so damn sexy in the firelight, and there it was, the penis this young man was attached to and had inherited from his prodigious father. It stood tall, it stood thick, it beckoned to me as it had so many times before. I fought the temptation to just dive in and consume his manhood but I wanted to extend his pleasure to his physical limits. I moved between his legs and started pouring the oil all over his calves and feet. The effect was incredible as I stroked and massaged his sensitive feet and tender calves.

I couldn't help but think back to our first times together. How evil I felt the first time we made love on his couch, but soon enough I realized how much I enjoyed the pleasure he gave me and how incredible his cock felt inside of me. I tentatively ventured back to his apartment two or three weeks later as the remorse faded and the lust swelled in my loins. It was late on a Friday night after work and he invited me over for a glass of wine. The excitement I felt startled me but I knew it would just be a glass of wine and a kiss goodnight. He greeted me at his door with a hug. I could tell he had showered. He smelled so damn good. We sat down on his couch and I noticed the lights were dimmed and some pretty damn good music was coming out of his stereo. He opened a nice bottle of white wine and we relaxed and just talked like old friends. An hour flew by, then two. We had drained the bottle and Jim opened a second. We were feeling pretty randy and I kidded him about our experience a few weeks earlier when the condom broke and I was mortified. He apologized again and said he felt horrible the way it went down. I noticed his soft bottoms started to rise with an obvious erection. In my randy state of mind, I reached over and inquired:

"What's this? Am I exciting you with my sexy talk?".

He reacted as any young twenty something would when a married woman 10 years his senior reached over and grabbed his growing cock. His dick was standing right up straight. I decided to give him a special treat to say that what we did was great but we need to stop now. I have a family and a marriage to take care of. I pulled back his bottoms and reached in for his prize. In just a couple of weeks I had forgotten how incredibly long and thick his manhood was. He smirked at me as I moved closer to take him in. He relaxed as I stroked and admired his gorgeous cock. Nothing I had experienced compared to this monster dick. I took his crown in my mouth and moistened him as he leaned back and held my head. I've had plenty of experience giving head to my lovers but Jim was special. I could take about 6 inches down my throat and see that there was another 5-6 inches I couldn't handle. Wow. A wanton woman's dream. A cock that could drive a married woman to do crazy things. My libido kicked in to high gear and my passion actually surprised me. I was salivating and drooling all over his cock as if I were mesmerized. My lips and tongue danced all over and up and down his penis. He felt so good in my mouth. I didn't want it to stop.

Suddenly, he jumped up from the couch, picked me up, and carried me into his bedroom. The incredible rush I got from his passionate mastery of my body and my mind was intoxicating. He threw me down on his bed and started unbuttoning my blouse revealing a black, sexy wonder bra. I dared him to remove it and suck my breasts. They needed him so bad.

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Jim complied with my request and exposed my breasts and hardened nipples to his obvious delight. He bent down and sucked, nibbled, and bit my oh so sensitive nipples bringing me close to an orgasm. I felt the surge of desire emanating from my pussy that had to be satiated. He sensed my desire and slowly pulled down my work skirt and leggings, leaving only my panties between him and me. I wanted him so badly in that moment. Everything I had thought about was out the window. This was all I wanted. This was everything I wanted. He slowly pulled down my soaked panties over my ankles and threw them aside. Then, the most amazing thing happened. He went down on me for the first time and I almost died. It was exquisite, it was divine, it was so dangerous. I've never felt a tongue like that probe my inner depths and pleasure me so incredibly. This was the first time I begged him to fuck me. I lost all sense of reason. I only wanted that cock inside of me...for a long, long time. He relented from driving me crazy with his tongue and stood up showing me his erect cock.

"Is this what you want"?, he teased.

I was so turned on by his manhood and his manliness, wanting to dominate me and make me his baby. I said "Yes' and pulled him closer to my aching pussy all the while staring into his passionate eyes with total surrender. His cock entered my love canal with ease as I was so wet I could have absorbed a baseball bat. He sank deep into my canal and pushed even deeper. I gasped. I didn't remember feeling like this when we fucked for the first time on his living room couch in the middle of the day while my kids were in school. His girth extended my vaginal walls and filled me completely. His eyes, defiant but loving, pierced holes in my head. I gasped again and took in his gaze as if my life depended on it. We were one. This was my life long dream to have a lover that filled me up in every way. I now realized Jim was the gift I had been praying for. Nothing compared. I wanted to be his lover...his only lover, forever. He skillfully maneuvered his cock to touch all my spots deep, deep inside of me. I didn't know a woman could experience such incredible pleasure. It was magnificent. It was intoxicating. He drove his thick cock into my slopping pussy for almost an hour bringing me to orgasm after orgasm. I begged him to cum inside of me. I didn't care if I wasn't on birth control (yet). All I could think of was that primal instinct to copulate. He spurted reams of cum deep iside of me as I held him tight and clasped my legs around his back, cementing our relationship and acknowledging we were only getting started on our magical carpet ride.

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I moved my well-oiled hands up his thighs and massaged his muscles. I liberally poured more oil all over his thighs and abdomen driving him crazy as he anticipated my next move. I worked the oil into his thigh muscles moving closer and closer to his ridiculously hard erection. I spent some quality time on his chest and abdomen but we both knew what the end game was. His skin was shimmering in the fire light from his neck to his feet and the eroticism of the visual was turning me on. His body was streamlined and made for making love. To see it lubricated and shiny was all the more exciting.
I told him how much he excited me and made love to me like no other man had ever done before. I told him I could never tun him down again and he could have me anytime he wanted.

My hands closed in on his most sensitive area and he flinched. Spreading oil between his legs finally led to caressing his balls and lubricating them generously. I shocked him when I grabbed the bottle of baby oil and poured generous amounts of liquid over his burgeoning cock. He flinched again,,,and gasped. I had him literally in the palm of my hand. I lightly touched his straining dick with fingertips and spread the oil all over his shaft. This drove him absolutely crazy. He flailed about and I had to calm him down. The beads of perspiration from the fire were visible on his skin which only fueled my passion. I continued to stroke him and tell him all sorts of sexy complements. He groaned and told me that I was the sexiest woman he had ever encountered. I asked him if I was enough to keep him happy. He emphatically answered in the affirmative and I knew I had a boyfriend for life without interference from interfering girlfriends.

I told him to open his eyes and watch me make love to his cock with my mouth. He complied and I slowly lowered my full, red lipsticked lips over his head. He gasped as our eyes locked. I wanted only him and I wanted a commitment from him. My mouth and lips slowly descended over the crown and down his shaft leaving red imprints and saliva. Alternating between sensuous and slutty, I slathered his cock with oil and saliva driving him to distraction. My red nails teased and taunted his slippery dick as I continued to tell him how much I loved our lovemaking. As my ministrations had their desired effect, I slipped my lips over his crown again and milked his gorgeous cock until I felt spurt after spurt shooting down my throat. I counted 12 spurts of his milky, sweet cream entering my stomach destined for my blood stream and his DNA penetrating the blood/brain barrier and marinating my brain cells with his essence.

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I had another crazy experience about a year into my affair with Jim. On the night that Jim's girlfriend broke up with him, the whole gang went out to drink beers and shoot pool. She also worked with us. I thought Jim would be secretly happy as we were getting hot and heavy in his bed. But, he confided in me that he was let down and sad. This shocked me and pissed me off. I ignored him the rest of the night and left without saying goodnight. Another cook with the same name (let's call him Jim B.) offered to drive me back to the nearby restaurant to get my car. We were both a little buzzed and just talked silly stuff in his truck. When we got back to the parking lot, he pulled alongside my car in the dark, empty lot and put his truck in park. We just talked amiably for awhile, then he pulled out a joint and asked me if I wanted to smoke. I was surprised but feeling a bit belligerent so I accepted. He lit up and passed the J to me. We had smoked in a group situation at parties but this was the first time alone. He kept the engine running to keep the cab warm and had the radio on. We started talking our favorite music while passing the J back and forth...and getting nicely stoned. I forgot about Jim A. and his silly breakup. Let him deal with his feelings, I thought. I flirted with Jim B and gave him a sweet kiss on his cheek, thinking it was time to say goodnight. He pulled me into him and gave me a passionate kiss. Despite my shock, it felt good and I was stoned...and eternally horny at 36. I kissed him right back and we just fell into each other's arms in his warm cab. He was a very good kisser and we were really making out like crazy teenagers. This went on for some time, but, finally, I said I needed to get home. He understood and we laughed at our little secret. I drove home feeling defiant towards Jim A. I would show him I could have fun with or without him. But, I was scared Jim B. would tell him and that could ruin everything. I called Jim B. the next morning and swore him to secrecy. He promised to keep our little rendezvous a secret from anyone at the restaurant as I requested.

But, this meant another young, single guy was now interested in me and things could get complicated. Here I was a 36 year old married woman with one cook who was 9 years younger than me fucking my brains out after work on Friday nights (and occasionally on a Sunday night). Now I had another cook at the restaurant trying to nail me that was 12 years younger! Worse, they were best friends. Oh, my God, I thought, this would never happen.

Time would tell.

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On Friday nights, all 3 of us worked. Jim A. and I worked together on Sunday evenings, but Jim B. and I worked the Tuesday evening shift. Things were cool on Fridays as I made a show of flirting openly with Jim B. as a kind of distraction to my ongoing affair with Jim A. It was all innocent but I realized Jim B. might be taking my flirtatious ways a little more serious than I thought. Jim A. and I got back on track in a week or two and I resumed my late night visits to his apartment on Fridays to drink wine, smoke pot, and fuck for hours in his bed. I wouldn't dream of telling him about my time in Jim B.'s truck. He would be pissed and it would probably ruin their friendship. As I said, Jim B. and I worked together on Tuesday nights and things went back to normal and I thought it was all forgotten. Or, so I thought. About 3 weeks after our little make-out session in his truck, he asked me near the end of our shift if I wanted to smoke some good pot he had acquired in his truck after I was done. I smiled at him with a devilish smirk, thought for a few seconds, then said "OK". I would look for his truck after I checked out and had a glass of wine with the other waitresses.

He liked to park way in the back behind this old barn that was still part of the property. It was very dark back there but roomy enough for several vehicles. I moved my car next to his to prevent anyone leaving after me to wonder why Liz's car was still in the lot after she had left earlier. We were alone in the darkness. Once again, I climbed into his warm cab and we giggled at our secret hiding place where nobody would see us. We talked easily once again and relaxed as he handed me the joint and lit me up. I inhaled deeply and passed the J back to him. It felt as natural as could be. Two friends sharing a joint after work. Just chilling. Nothing to worry about. I reiterated that it was verboten to tell anyone even if this was innocent. I would be terribly embarrassed and would have to quit my job, I warned him. He again swore he would never tell anyone and leaned over and gave me a sweet kiss. In my state of highness, I remembered what a great kisser he was and responded in kind. This was crazy, but at the moment I didn't care, and I wanted to live in the moment. In our mutual stoned state, kissing became dreamlike, our mouths, lips, and tongues now more familiar with each other's. French kissing was his specialty and I couldn't help but think this was really enjoyable. I rested my hand on his thigh. I could tell he had a raging hard-on even if I couldn't see it. He was getting very excited. I said it was getting late and I'd better get home before my husband got suspicious. He was disappointed but very understanding. I drove home wondering what was I doing but, once again, didn't care. Life was meant to be enjoyed and I was just living my life.

As much as I loved Jim A. and considered him my boyfriend, this was even crazier. Jim B. was 24 years old, still a part-time student, but something intrigued me about him. If Jim A. was a musician, Jim B. was an artist, and we connected on that level. I started thinking about how I would look on Tuesday nights as much as my secret date nights on Fridays with Jim A. My husband knew everything about Jim A. and we were solid about what I was doing. But, I couldn't bring myself to tell him about Jim B. It was just too wild. Besides, he didn't even notice I was getting home about an hour or so later than I used to on Tuesday nights. I would let it go for now. It wouldn't amount to anything.

The very next Tuesday night, Jim B. approached me again and asked me to meet him behind the barn after work. I hesitated but, once again, couldn't resist. Besides, I liked getting stoned. I said "OK" again.

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He winked at me as he left and I set about cashing out with the other gals and enjoying our complementary glass of wine. I felt a little flutter as I said goodnight and headed to the ladies room to freshen up. I slipped out the back door and once again moved my car up into the dark area behind the barn. The big pick-up truck idled in the darkness adding to the mystique of the moment. I opened the passenger door and climbed in to the warm cab and warm reception. Jim smiled and kissed me softly. I felt a tingling in my chest. We set about the business of lighting the joint and passing it back and forth. He had some nice music playing on his radio and I felt safe and secure in our little secret rendezvous spot. Our conversation became more muted as we both realized what we were really there for. The desired effect of the cannabis kicked in and our mouths sought each other in a more hungry way then before. I took off my sweater and moved in close for more intimacy. I instinctively moved my hand to his thigh again and hesitated knowing what I wanted to do next. As my mind raced and our kissing intensified, Jim grabbed my hand and moved it up to his hardened cock. I threw caution to the wind and started rubbing and stroking his obvious erection through his jeans. I broke off our kiss for a moment, unbuckled his belt, and asked him to slide down his pants. The jeans slid down, the underwear disappeared, and I had a full blown erect dick in my hand. I admired his thickness and the beauty of his youthfulness. We resumed our kissing and full on mouth to mouth. He swooned as I expertly stroked and teased his raging hard-on. With the help of a little saliva on my ministering hand, he became more slippery and lubricated. This increased his excitement tremendously. I felt him hardening in my hand. I slipped my tongue in his ear and whispered that I wanted him to cum. This set off a tremendous reaction where he spurted all over my hand, the steering wheel, and his leg. I held his cock as he came down from his high, then I found some tissues in my purse and proceeded to clean him up. He was in a state of ecstasy. We just rested for awhile and I once again excused myself and headed home.

So, now we had moved from a random make out session after a staff party to meeting behind the barn and bringing Jim to orgasm. I didn't know where this was headed but I knew Tuesday nights would be reserved for Jim B.

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I felt a few pangs of guilt as the week progressed but I was loving life and proceeded to get ready for Friday night with Jim A. I always made sure to be at my best for Fridays at the restaurant. Manicures, hair styling, make-up, were all completed before my appearance on Fridays. Jim A. always greeted me with a cup of coffee before I started my shift and we would quietly make arrangements to meet at his place after work. Jim B. was always cool and unassuming on these nights and that made it easier for me. We could shoot the breeze, flirt, and laugh without feeling uncomfortable. Nobody but nobody suspected anything going on between me and either Jim, so I had the freedom to interact with either as a supposed older married woman only there to earn some income.

As Tuesday dawned, my thoughts once again turned to Jim B. Would he ask me to meet him again behind the barn? Should I turn him down if he did and put an end to this dangerous liaison with a single guy 12 years my junior? What would my husband think if he found out I was smoking pot and giving a young guy a hand job after work? It unsettled me but I found myself primping at home Tuesday afternoon. I couldn't help myself. I realized I loved the attention and secretly hoped he would continue our little Tuesday night tryst.

Sure enough, as I walked in to work Tuesday before my shift started, Jim B. and I made eye contact across the kitchen and I knew immediately we were on again. I avoided him just as a tease but by the end of the night, he extended his same invitation and I eagerly accepted. After the usual checking out , I moved to my car, freshened my lipstick, and applied some of my favorite perfume that I usually reserved for Jim A. and my husband. I entered his cab and found a bottle of wine opened and ready for pouring as we kissed in an intimate greeting. The scent of my perfume filled the air and he complemented me as he poured some nice white wine into our plastic cups. I already had one glass of wine while checking out and felt this second serving right away. The cab was warm and I removed my sweater once again revealing my tight white blouse. Jim was already down to a shirt and soft white pants he changed into after work. He asked if I wanted to smoke. I said I thought he'd never ask. I loved getting stoned and getting stoned with Jim was getting more and more interesting. We giggled and laughed at the absurdity of our situation as we slowly got high. The pot he had was real dreamy and relaxing stuff. We melted into each other's arms once again and it was game on.

His hands were roaming all over my body and settled under my bra squeezing my breast and tweaking my nipple. My one arm was wrapped around his neck and the other was slowly descending from chest to abdomen to upper, inner thigh. He groaned as I started unbuckling his belt as I had done the week before. This time I helped him remove his white chinos and undies. I told him I wanted to give him a very special treat. I slid back on the truck seat and stroked his raging hard-on once again. This time I lubricated him with my mouth, sending him over the moon. My soft lips and teasing tongue drove him to distraction and I delighted in getting intimately familiar with his nice thick penis. My talent won out and he spurted a thick stream down my throat. No cleanup necessary this time. I again told him this had to be our sacred secret and he had no problem agreeing to my demands.

[A and L 48]

Great story, sounds like Ann and my first time. It was with her co-worker!l

[CuriousOne36]

Great story looking forward to hearing more.

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And just like that...Tuesday nights ended. Jim B. got moved to Saturday nights because of the heavy customer count. I took this as a signal that it was over and we shouldn't be meeting like that. Jim B. was bummed out and told me so. I said it was sad but probably for the best. I set about taking care of my family and seeing Jim A. on Friday nights with my husband's encouragement. But, Jim B. would call me at home during the day when he knew I'd be home alone. This was long before cell phones and the restaurant posted everyone's home number for trading and covering other shifts. So, I wasn't surprised when Jim B. started calling me and we settled into a nice phone relationship outside of work. We actually got to know each other better and Tuesday afternoons became our customary time to chat. I would get my chores done so I could settle in my bedroom with a cup of tea or, sometimes, a glass of wine before the kids got home from school. We would flirt with each other and joke about our exploits in his truck but I didn't think anything of it except it was our dirty, little secret.

After several weeks of our talks, things grew a bit more intimate. Jim reminded me of a bet I had lost shooting pool with him at one of our drunken after-parties. In serious flirtation mode at the time, I bragged that I could give the best massage of anyone I knew. He challenged me to a game of pool to see if he could win a massage from me. He won and I just laughed it off and forgot about it. But, now he was proposing lunch at his place and calling in our bet. I tried to change the subject but he persisted. I felt a surge of excitement in my tummy but told him I would think about it, maybe just drop by for lunch.

I found myself thinking about his invitation all during the next week and getting nervous about the implications of his invite. The following Tuesday afternoon I poured myself a generous glass of wine and settled on my bed waiting for Jim's call. We caught up on the mundane stuff then he homed in on me. He said a deal was a deal and I should honor our bet and accept his invitation. I hesitated as I realized I had consumed my glass of wine without realizing it. I felt the effect of alcohol, excitement, and butterflies in my stomach. This young guy was being assertive and quite dominant...and I found myself liking it. In a moment of weakness I accepted his offer but said I would only be there for lunch. He accepted that and we set up the following Thursday for our lunch date at his house. Neither one of us had to work Thursdays and, besides, it was only an innocent lunch with a friend.

I tried to be carefree and easy at work with both Jims but it was a bit nerve wracking knowing I was crossing a line with Jim A's best friend. We spoke on Tuesday and set up 12 noon as my arrival time. He would make sandwiches and I volunteered to bring a bottle of wine. I told him I had to be home by 3:30 p.m. to meet the kids after school. I found myself primping and selecting a pretty sexy outfit Thursday morning as I prepared for our lunch date. I wore my tight jeans, booties, and a tight, form fitting top. I stopped by our local wine shop to pick up a bottle of white and received complements from the store owner. I blushed and thanked him. I felt that familiar surge of energy and excitement as I drove to Jim B's house on the outskirts of town. Why was I feeling so nervous if this was only going to be lunch with a friend. I pulled in to his driveway and was relieved to see he lived in a pretty secluded area with few neighbors. I entered and handed him my bottle of wine while giving him a kiss on the cheek. He looked good. Just showered and shaved, he wore nicer clothes than usual and I noticed.

He shared the modest house with a friend who worked full-time and went to school at night, so he hardly ever saw him. We settled in his kitchen as Jim made sandwiches and I opened our bottle of white to share. Sitting at his kitchen table, we ate his delicious sandwiches, sipped our wine, relaxed, and laughed. It was about this time that I noticed the bong on his kitchen counter. What was this boy planning to do, I wondered? Just as I finished my first glass of wine, Jim reached for the bong, fired up his lighter, and took a long draw of the pungent weed. He offered the bong to me across the table but I declined and said I couldn't stay much longer. He looked disappointed and placed the aromatic bong on the table. I did accept a second glass of wine and he gladly poured me another.

Our conversation continued and I felt the wine kicking in. My inhibitions dissipated and noticed his starting to get stoned. I kept glancing at the bong sitting there and felt that old desire to get blissful. Jim picked up on my vibe and held up the pipe and offered to light it up for me. I hesitated but said O.K. but just one toke. He lit the end of the chimney and I drew in a deep breath of sweet ganja which immediately went to my brain. Now, things got more interesting. Noticing my blissful state, Jim started seriously flirting with me and complementing me endlessly. I was startled but very flattered. I felt sexy and told him he was handsome. He leaned in for a kiss and I responded accordingly. We hadn't been together in over a month and I had forgotten how good a kisser he was. I felt my resistance melting and started thinking about his thick cock again.

"You owe me a massage", he stated between kisses.

'Oh, really"?, I countered, feeling the moisture between my loins.

"Yes, we had a bet. You lost. I won". Our eyes locked.

"O.K., where would you like to have your massage"?, I said seductively.

"In my bedroom".

"O.K., let's go" as our mouths entwined.

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I excused myself to his bathroom while he moved into his bedroom. I freshened up my make-up out of habit and looked at myself in the mirror. I was flushed from my neck up to my blushing cheeks. The unmistakable look of sexual excitement was all over me. I enjoyed it for a second then found Jim in his bedroom. He was already stripped down to his undies and sitting on the queen size bed with a big smile...and an obvious bulge showing in his boxers. I had an idea.

"Why don't we finish that bottle of wine before we start"?, I asked softly. He jumped up to get our glasses of wine.

"...and maybe the bong, too"? His eyes flashed a look of desire at me. He came back with wine and bong in hand and we settled on his bed. I relaxed and enjoyed the wine and another hit or two off the water pipe.

"Do you have some lotion or baby oil for your massage"?, I cooed seductively. His growing excitement was hard not to notice.

"How should I be dressed while I give you a massage"?, I continued mercilessly.

"Why don't you strip down to your panties"?, he said boldly. I looked at him with mock surprise.

"Really? You want me to take off all my clothes except my panties"?

"Yes".

"O.k.". I stood and slipped my tight jeans down my legs, pulled my sexy top over my head, and stared at him. Slowly, I reached behind my back, unclasped my bra strap, and let down the shoulder straps very, very slowly. He swooned when my areolas and large, swollen nipples were revealed to him for the first time. I felt sexy as I could see how excited my body was making him.

"Would you like your massage now, Mr. Jim"?, I giggled as I posed for him for a quick minute. Jim had purchased a nice, big bottle of massage oil and I started opening it and asked him to lie on his stomach across the bed.

I straddled his legs and started pouring the warm oil over his back. I couldn't believe I had let him get me into this position but my daring side would take over once I was under the influence and, besides, my hormones were raging. I decided to just go with it and enjoy the moment. I rubbed the oil into his muscles and started kneading each one. I would show this young guy that an older woman really can give the best massage. I really got into my task at hand and noticed what a nice body he had under all that loose clothing he wore. A bit thicker and more athletic than Jim A. was my initial assessment. I worked the oil into his neck and back muscles and his response was as expected. I knew that under the spell of the ganja everything felt 10 times more sensitive. I moved my hand under his undies briefly and spread some oil over his cheeks. He jumped slightly, involuntarily. Then I moved down to anoint his feet and legs. At first, I concentrated on feet, calves, and that sensitive area behind the knees, then slowly worked my hands further and further up his thighs using a generous amount of oil as I moved closer to the inside of his upper legs.

I could tell he was straining at the restraints of his underwear so I slowly started removing them. He lifted his butt and I slid them off his legs, freeing him. I poured a copious amount of oil over his cheeks and drew soft designs on his buttocks with my fingernails. This had the desired effect and Jim actually started moaning. I continued the sweet torture on his inner thighs drawing closer and closer to his protruding testicles. They were fat and turning red as I administered to him. After tracing my nails up and down his thighs and his cheeks for quite awhile, I finally asked the question he was dying to hear.

"Do you want to turn over now"?

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Jim smiled with his eyes till closed and slowly turned over to show me the full monty. I looked with amazement at his prodigious cock. I had held it in my hand and in my mouth in his dark truck but couldn't appreciate the full specimen until now. I estimated in my mind about 7"-8" inches or so and very thick. Perfectly proportioned and smooth, very smooth. He couldn't compare to Jim A., as he was a man attached to a penis. A thick, longer than anything I had ever seen, gorilla dick that absolutely destroyed me every time...and I kept coming back for.

I sat by Jim B's side and spread oil all over his neck, chest, and arms, again admiring his physique and young body. We spoke nary a word as I worked my magic fingers and hands over his soft skin. I amazed myself at how carefree I felt being here in this 24 year old guy's bedroom on a Thursday afternoon nearly naked myself giving him an intimate massage while my husband was busy at work and the kids were in school. It felt good and I felt no guilt. I moved down to his feet and ankles again and slowly spread oil all over his lower legs. Then I positioned myself on my knees between his legs and moved in for the kill. His thighs glistened as ample amounts of oil poured all over his thighs. I put down the bottle and started deep massaging his legs, moving my hands further up and in. His erection was pointing towards the ceiling and looked so good I just wanted to dive in and consume him. But, I kept to my plan and the slow burn continued. He turned his head to the side and inhaled deeply as my oily hands traced a line between his legs and up the edges of his crotch, just barely scraping his balls. Up and down I continued delighting in my driving him crazy. Barely able to control my own desires, I poured oil all over his crown and down his shaft until he was covered. My hand reached up and grabbed his hard shaft and slowly started stroking his length. Jim A. might be bigger but he was no harder than this cock I held in my hand. I ran fingers over and around his head with a swirling motion that had him mumbling.

I kept stroking him for a long time and really admired the contours of his cock. It was a work of art. Then, I asked him to open his eyes. I grabbed the oil bottle and poured oil all over my breasts. His eyes bulged. I spread the oil all over paying close attention to my nipples. It felt so good. I bent over him and gripped his beautiful dick between those oily breasts and started rhythmically fucking him. He couldn't contain himself and started floundering about. I rose to my knees and stared straight into his beautiful blue eyes as my mouth slowly descended over his head and down his thick shaft. My saliva mixed with his well-oiled skin to make a beautiful slippery chemistry. I kept taking him deep ever so softly to stimulate his nerve endings even more. It felt so good in my mouth. I was able to relax my throat muscles and take him deep. His cock disappeared into my oral netherworld only to be caressed by lips, tongue, and throat. I held him there until he arched his back and I felt huge spurts of cum shooting into the back of my throat. Swallowing every drop was my special treat that I enjoyed doing for Jim A. as well. He slowly came down from his high and we cuddled for a few minutes.

He wanted to continue but I said I really had to be going. The kids would be home from school soon. I dressed and smiled as we said goodbye and he told me that was the best massage he had ever had in his life. But, I already knew that.

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I arrived home just before the kids got home from school and everything was fine. My whirlwind life continued unabated Friday night at the restaurant. Jim A. brought me coffee as usual upon my arrival and we conspired once again to meet at his apartment after work. Jim B. played it cool with me and we bantered as normally as we could. I always used Jim B. as a decoy to divert attention from my ongoing affair with Jim A. It worked so well that the owner/manager even commented to me once or twice about my attraction to Jim B. I would blush. laugh, and just say I was a happily married woman. I was happily married but my loving husband allowed and encouraged my inner demons. Only, no one knew about my secret life and i wanted to keep it that way. I guess I would be mortified if people knew what a slut I could be. Catholic guilt and upbringing. I got all the sex I could handle at Jim A.'s and then Saturday night with hubby, with me getting all dolled-up and telling him about Friday night with Jim A. But now I had three men in my secret life and wanted to pursue this newest interest.

Tuesday arrived and I waited for Jim B.'s call. Right at 2 p.m. the phone rang and I felt a little flutter in my chest as I answered. We spoke like intimate friends which I guess we now were. He asked me to come over on Thursday for lunch and a return massage. I begged off saying I had to take care of some family business. Actually, I had just got my period and felt under the weather. I wasn't assuming anything but didn't want to be a downer as his guest. A week went by and his looks at work were sending me messages. I felt that surge of excitement each time he stared at me. The following Tuesday brought another phone talk and I agreed to come over Thursday for lunch but I told him that I didn't think it would be appropriate for another massage. He was disappointed but jumped at the lunch date.

I found myself once again primping and working on making myself look my best. Wednesday, a nice manicure and the reddest shade they had. My nails were long and I liked them that way. Thursday, as soon as the kids were off to school, I jumped in the shower and started my beauty treatments. I thought about what to wear and decided with a giggle that I would knock his socks off with a really sexy outfit. I felt a little wicked but I was enjoying myself too much to stop now. I started with the sexiest, silkiest panties in my drawer and a risque wonder bra that supported and showed off my 34B breasts. Then I chose a pair of the tightest yoga pants in my closet, black and soft, showing every inch of my shapely legs and butt, even a little camel toe. Then I found a soft, red cashmere sweater that left nothing to the imagination. To top it off, I pulled out my sexy, come fuck me, red stiletto high heels and slipped into them. I laughed while looking at myself in the full length mirror. I would want to fuck me if I weren't the same person in the mirror. My make-up was perfect and I was dressed to go out dancing on a Friday night but it was still shortly before noon on a Thursday. I didn't care. I set out to buy a bottle of wine before lunch at Jim's.

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I didn't dare walk into our local wine shop looking so sexy so I drove to the other side of town and picked out a nice bottle of sauvignon blanc. The young man behind the counter was about the same age as Jim and Jim and began flirting with me immediately. He was cute and hunky and I was actually flattered that he was so enamored of me. He asked me for my phone number and I told him that I was much older than he and very married. He didn't skip a beat and gave me his name and number written down on a slip of paper. I blushed and slipped the paper in my pocketbook. I smiled and felt his gaze as I walked out in my tight yoga pants and high heels. It felt good.

I entered Jim's doorway and was greeted with a huge smile and hug. He gushed over my outfit and heels. Said he'd never knew just how sexy I could be when I'm not wearing a uniform. I said that I did it just for him and he was very pleased. We settled down as Jim made sandwiches and I opened the bottle of wine. Sitting down at his table, we toasted each other and enjoyed our lunch. Pretty soon, our glasses were empty and Jim rose to get us another pour. I noticed the water pipe on the counter, filled, and ready to be smoked. As he again sat down, I sprung my surprise on him. I announced that I was free until at least 8 p.m. as both kids were invited for after school and dinner at friends, plus hubby was playing softball and going out afterwards for beers. This pleased Jim very much and our "lunch" swung into high gear. Jim turned up the music and reached for the bong. It wasn't even 1 p.m. yet. The feeling was carefree and happy. We moved to his living room and he continued pouring wine and lighting the bong. We were in serious party mode at this point. We kissed softly on his couch as the ganja overpowered what remained of our inhibitions. I got up to dance to the music and put on a little sexy display of seduction. I could tell he was mesmerized by my body and I flaunted it in front of him. He rose and started gyrating behind me with his arms around my waist. We joined tightly together in our motion and soon his hands were all over my breasts and I was reaching behind me for his cock. As our temperature rose, I paused and told him that I did indeed want a massage from him. He eagerly agreed and headed to his bedroom to set things up. I headed for his bathroom and freshened up. Once again, I admired my sexy self in the mirror and felt that surge of excitement about what I thought was about to happen in the bedroom.

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I sauntered into the bedroom to find a date-night worthy array of candles, music, and drawn window shades giving the room an air of intimacy and romance. I closed the door and entered our private space. Jim was already stripped down to his undies and had even brought in our glasses of wine and the water pipe. We were already flying but ready for more. We sat on his bed and sipped in the darkness reveling in our secret lair. I asked for one mor toke from his bong and he readily complied. I blew the smoke in his face as a joke and we kissed passionately. He was getting excited and it showed. He asked me to strip down to my panties and lie face down on his bed. I rose and did a slow, sexy striptease just to make him crazy. I loved being the seductress and he loved it. He was very handsome and I wanted this. We were already intimate and this was the path we were on. I lay on my stomach and felt the warm oil spread all over my back. It was sensual, sexual, and inviting. His hands worked over my muscles relaxing me completely. If Jim A. was a musician, Jim B. was an artist. His hands were incredible as they soothed and stimulated at the same time. He painted a palette of oil all over my backside and legs. The wet spot on my panties became apparent as my pussy gushed juices of desire. He removed my panties to my relief and I felt free and open to Jim for the first time. His fingers traced figures all over my cheeks and down my crack, teasing me much as I had done to him. The moans started slowly and built in intensity. His thick fingers ran over my lips from behind sending me into a frenzy. At last, he asked me to turn over and face him. Our eyes met in unison. There was no turning back now. I wanted this and so did he. The oil poured over my breasts and engorged nipples and Jim massaged them lovingly. My legs started to spread involuntarily. He slowly moved down to my abdomen, then all the way down my legs to my feet. I was shimmering in the candlelight with baby oil, a 36 year old married woman in heat, lusting after this younger guy 14 years my junior. Alone with him in his bedroom about to consummate our relationship. He positioned himself between my legs and continued stroking my well-oiled legs driving me crazy. I started whimpering, wanting him so. He picked-up on his power over me and ran a finger over my vaginal lips. This elicited a yelp and a plea to fuck me. I started pleading with him blatantly. I reached for his protruding cock but he pulled away and went down on me. His tongue sent shockwaves through my cunt and pelvis. He showed his talent and prowess in the cunnilingual arts. Where I had had to teach Jim A. the finer points of pleasuring a woman orally, that was not the case with Jim B. and he proceeded to show his talent. I tweaked my nipples as he delved into my sopping pussy with tongue and fingers. The first orgasm rose in my thighs, spread into my abdomen and chest, and exploded all over his tongue. Frantic, I rose and pulled him up and grabbed his beautiful, thick cock and drew it to my entrance. My eyes locked on his and in our lustful state, he slowly entered me for the first time.