The Conversion

[bewareoflizzy]

From the time we met I saw something in Liz that I really didn't understand at the time. She was raised in a fairly strict Catholic family (as was I) and her father wielded a pretty heavy hammer. Her wardrobe was rather modest, her appearance conservative. But there was a sparkle in her eye that stirred something deep in me. By the time we started seeing each other late in our college years, she had only slept with one guy, her older, very controlling boyfriend of several years. She finally broke free from his grasp and started dating me. Things moved slowly at first but the coupling happened soon enough and we fell in love. Her modesty was always on display, however, and I knew it was my life mission to get her to open up and embrace her sexuality.

In a year or so, we decided to move in together. I noted her habits as she dressed for work and made mental notes. Our sex was great but very vanilla. Liz did like to drink and we would usually share a bottle of wine before we got busy. I decided we should expand our horizons a bit and asked a co-worker who I knew toked, for a bag of pot. I bought rolling papers and surprised my girlfriend on our next date night with the paraphernalia. She was taken aback to say the least. She said she had smoked a couple of times with her old boyfriend but it made her feel a bit unsure and paranoid. I assured her we would have a lot of fun. I rolled a joint and lit it up and after a nice long draw, I smiled and passed it to Liz. She tentatively took a toke and choked for a minute. I brought water for us both and she gulped it down quenching her burning throat. I thought that would be the end of that, but, curiously, she asked me to light it up again as her eyes took on a faint glassy look. She took several more tokes and seemed to relax with her new found feeling. Soon, we were naked under the covers and dreamily caressing and kissing. She moved down and gave me the blowjob of my life. Shocked, I had to stop her and we made love like it was the first time. Her moans and excitement gave me all the encouragement I needed.

[bewareoflizzy]

We talked afterwards and she admitted it was better than she remembered from previous times. I assured her that we were a little older now, the pot was better quality, and we were in love, so it could only be good for us. As she became more comfortable smoking pot on our date nights, I would hint at what turned me and most men on. Women who dressed fashionably, who wore make-up, and who styled their hair always attracted the most attention. This was hard for her because of her restrictive upbringing, but I could tell I was making an impression. One night after getting stoned, I couldn't hold back. I asked if she would be willing to wear a lot of eye make-up on our dates.

"You mean like a slut?", she asked in dismay.

"Well, not exactly. You have such beautiful eyes and face. I want to see you look like a professional model".

" Like Hollywood or something?"

"Exactly. Like Joan Collins or Ava Gardner".

"Wow. I could never look like them but I could try to make myself more alluring for you".

This was music to my ears and Liz set about buying serious make-up and learning to enhance her appearance to the max. Each Saturday night she would experiment with different looks and I would critique as to what looked best. Truthfully, everything she did looked fabulous and she showed a talent for applying a very sexy style of make-up. Our dates slowly took on a sensuous tone and we would light candles, have a really good bottle of wine, and play our favorite music. Liz would take over the role of rolling the joint and I loved watching her roll and lick that joint knowing I was turning her into the woman she was meant to be.

Liz would now prepare herself before our dates by spending time in the bathroom getting gorgeous while I set up everything. She would emerge more glamorous each time and I would praise and adore her as we sat on the couch and slowly got stoned. We talked about her clothing and I encouraged her to buy more fitting outfits that showed off her beautiful body.

"Why, do you want me to dress slutty?"

"No, but I would love it if you dressed a little more stylishly."

"Will you go shopping with me and help me pick out some outfits?"

"Absolutely. Will you wear some to work?"

"Sure, baby. If you want me to."

[bewareoflizzy]

Our intimacy grew, Liz flourished, and we married. As we settled in for the long haul, her hormones also kicked in and I saw a noticeable improvement in her confidence and appearance. Our dates grew more erotic and I finally suggested she start wearing some lingerie for me to complement her sexy look. She smiled with a mischievous look on her face and dared me to buy her something. I took up the challenge and made a visit to Victoria's Secret and bought a nice tight bustier for our next date. Liz was blown away when I presented it to her but disappeared into the bathroom. Emerging in bustier, high heels she had bought, and vivid, daring made-up eyes. I was now the one who was blown away. We sat and sipped our wine by candlelight and I praised her unabashedly, complementing every aspect of her appearance. She was truly coming into her own as a woman and a sexual human being. We made passionate love amidst the discarded lingerie, heels, and robes.

Two children would follow and life was good. That spark that I had recognized in Liz all those years ago started to formulate in my mind as a fantasy I did not recognize. We were married almost 10 years and in our mid thirties when I started to feel this urge. I started to ask her about her former boyfriend, his cock, and their sex life. Liz was shocked once again. I tried to explain that it was becoming a turn-on. She tried to understand. I started to encourage her to be a little more daring in dress and appearance at work and in general. For some reason, she took to this idea. I think she had hidden thoughts of her own. While making love, I would encourage her to be sexier all the time and she would respond positively. I could tell she wanted to as I noticed redder shades of lipstick and heavier eye shadow as she prepared herself for each day.

Then the hair appointments became more frequent and the styles more and more sexy and alluring. This drove me to distraction as the picture was complete and my dream was fulfilled. She was developing into a hot mama and I loved it. She wanted to work at a restaurant while our kids were still young and this opened up a whole new world.

[CandA]

Thank you for continuing to tell your story. You are an extraordinarily gifted writer genuinely telling your story of an extraordinary life.

Thank you so much for sharing it with us. I look forward to continuing to read.

[bewareoflizzy]

Now in our mid thirties, life was stable and we both had great fun with our new friends at work. Liz was now a beautiful, confident, married mother of two and it showed. She wore tight skirts and form fitting blouses to work as she became comfortable showing off her body. She became more social with the gang at work and would sometimes party with them after their shift. This led to more fantasies on my part. Our dates became ever more intense as we would put the kids to bed or farm them out for sleepovers and embark on our night of fantasy.

I would set the scene with a fire in the fireplace, music, wine, and pot. Liz would spend serious time getting all dolled-up for me and emerge looking like a vision. How far we had come. I would stare in awe of her beauty as we passed the joint back and forth. Our discussions turned more and more to her attractions to other men. Her willingness to talk about such things coincided with her intake of the weed. This loosened her inhibitions and enabled her to express her inner desires.

We would fall into a state of bliss as she anointed me with baby oil and stroke me in bed.

"Who flirts with you at work?'. I would tease. She would smile shyly and answer:

"Well, there are several guys who flirt with me", she giggled.

"I'm sure. Which one interests you the most?"

"Um...there is this one guy".

"Who...tell me".

"He's a cook. Really cute", she giggled again. "But he's so young. I would never...you would never...".

"What if I said 'yes' ?

"Oh, baby...I would never". I noticed her hand was stroking me a little more passionately.

"Well, you could at least fantasize about it", I countered. Then came her confession.

"Actually, I do. Remember that vibrator you gave me? Well, when I'm home alone I've been giving it a good workout".

I was thrilled. I was shocked. I wasn't sure how to respond.

"Oh, baby. That's so sexy. I love it" was the best I could muster.

"Are you sure? Do you want me to think about other men?'

There it was. The $64,000. question. I stammered.

"I'm curious. Tell me about him", I said as my heart pounded.

"Well, he's been very friendly at work. He's single of course, only 26 years old. Does that bother you?", she looked at me questioningly.

"No, tell me more", I said as my cock hardened in her slippery grip.

"We talk when I arrive for my shift. He brings me coffee and we chat for awhile".

"He likes you".

"Oh my God. I think he's in love with me. Just kidding, but he's obviously very attracted to me".

"And you"? She hesitated.

"Like I said, I've been giving the vibrator a good workout".

"So, what do you want to do"?

"I'm hesitant but there's a party after work next Friday night at Lori's apartment. He asked me if I could go".

"Do you want to go"?

"I think I do".

[bewareoflizzy]

At this point in our lives, Liz was now the complete package. Manicures, pedicures, hairdresser devising ever more sexy styles and shades, workouts, tanning, sexy clothing all combined to makeover this once formerly shy, conservative daughter into the alluring woman she was now. With an outgoing personality now released from it's bondage, her inner desires rose to the surface.

She told me not to wait up for her as she knew the party would start late and go late. I comforted myself with bourbon after getting the kids to bed and eventually fell into bed myself. I awoke and heard Liz coming in as the sun was starting to break through. She collapsed into bed and promised to tell me all that night.

The evening started at a dive bar after work where people were shooting pool and downing beers. Jim paid special attention to Liz as everyone partied around them. The party eventually moved to Lori's apartment and things really loosened up as the liquor and the joints were passed around. Liz indulged as much as anyone and felt like a teenager again. She kept moving close to Jim and at one point was rubbing his back under his shirt letting him know she desired him. They drove home together in her car at the dawn's early light.

Then our dates took a dramatic turn. Her passion and desire were off the charts. Every time we would talk about Jim she was gushing pussy juice as I would lick her and bring her to orgasm. She would beg me to fuck her hard. I would try but always cum before I wanted to. She would ask me to fuck her again but I just didn't have the stamina. Her libido and her pussy were on fire.

I knew she needed more.

She called me at work one afternoon the following week and said she had smoked a little pot, was very horny, and was naked in bed with her vibrator. I encouraged her to continue. She proceeded to tell me how much she loved me but wanted to know if I would be OK with her seeing Jim. I assured her it was OK and this was something I had been thinking about for years.

"Are you sure, baby? Really?' I could hear the vibrator whirring in the background.

"I really need to know if it's OK with you because I think I want to...", her voice trailed off as her moans started to take over.

"No, I really think it would be so exciting if you...".

"Should I?, He's invited me over to his apartment for tea tomorrow afternoon. Should I"?

"Absolutely. I want you to".

"What should I wear"?, she whispered as her breathing became more rapid.

"Wear your tight jeans and a tank top...just to tease him". I escalated the situation.

"Really? I would like that. Should I look really good for him"?

"Of course".

"OK, I will. I'll get gorgeous". Her moans turned to frantic panting as she visualized her rendezvous with Jim. Her screaming orgasm echoed through the telephone as I tried to maintain my composure at my desk.

[hornedhubby]

I never get enough of your Lizzy awakening story. Best wishes and thanks for sharing.

[isinlarsa]

Axiously awaiting for your story to continue.

[pixmangurn]

Great storytelling beware!

[shamed411bee]

Terrific story! More please!

[nnjcpl2002]

Great story, thanks

[Bovary2012]

Thanks for writing and sharing your hot story!

[bewareoflizzy]

Thank you, guys. The story continues Tuesday evening.

[54321]

I'm on the edge of my seat!

54321

[bewareoflizzy]

In the morning, I acted as normally as possible as I readied for work. I tried to gauge Liz's state of mind but she busied herself with getting the kids off to school. I gave her a smooch goodbye and whispered "Have fun" to which she smirked and looked a little embarrassed. The day was a blur of work and thinking about Lizzy's "tea" date with Jim. Arriving home in the evening, I could tell she had prepared herself well and still looked fresh and beautiful. After getting children to bed and settling down with a glass of wine, I popped the question.

"So...."?

"Well....I got over there and we sat on his couch and he made tea. We sipped and tried to make conversation but we were both a bit nervous as you can imagine. We moved closer for a soft kiss then we just started making out. I was enjoying his kisses, he's a good kisser. I could see him getting a hard-on and he started caressing my breast, which felt so good, but...I just didn't feel right. I felt guilty or something, it was the middle of the afternoon, the kids would be home from school, the whole ball of wax hit me. So, I told him I couldn't do this...yet. I needed some more time to think about this. He understood, of course, and we just chatted and kissed a little more, then I got up and left".

"Wow...OK. No, that's great. I want you to be comfortable, of course".

"Thank you, baby. I have to do this at my own pace. Are you disappointed"?

"No, not at all. Take it slow, Seriously".

Well, I thought to myself, this is progress. Making out on his couch and noticing his hardening package was certainly moving things along. It would happen eventually in it's natural course.

Boy, was I about to get the shock of my life and much sooner than I dreamed. There was a wedding in two weeks for a co-worker at the restaurant and we were invited...and so was Jim.

[isinlarsa]

Making out on the couch, her observing him getting hard -- and him getting his hands on her breast. Second base.

[bewareoflizzy]

Liz was on a mission, and she wanted to look really good at this wedding...for me...but a little bit for Jim, too. Yeah, right. I never saw her prep for something so seriously. I took it all in stride as I loved to see her all dolled-up, of course. I would be happy to show off my trophy wife to all those guys she worked with at the restaurant...including Jim. I took the kids out for a few hours on the day of the wedding so Liz could begin doing all that she wanted to. We returned, I showered, and dressed in the bedroom while Liz put on the finishing touches in the bathroom. I was standing in the kitchen when she emerged...and my breath stopped. Smiling broadly, she asked me if I liked her dress. She had borrowed this slinky, short, tight dress from her single girlfriend who was a real clotheshorse and aficionado of sexy dress. It was black (of course), hugged every curve of her body perfectly, and had gold beads all over that shimmered in the light. Her blond hair was coiffed perfectly, giving her that blond bombshell look that I craved, and her eye make-up dramatically highlighted those blue eyes that drive a man crazy.

I gulped and lavished her with praise. Off to the wedding we went and easily assimilated with the crowd at happy hour. Liz was getting much attention and complements galore from both male and female co-workers. I hung back a little and took it all in. Then, she motioned me over to join her. She introduced me to Jim, who was a gentleman (why wouldn't he be?). He seemed a bit nervous and I relished knowing he had no idea that I knew what was going on with my wife. We made our acquaintance and it was time to sit down for dinner. He was two tables away from us so I could size him up pretty well. Not much bigger than me, slender, fairly good shape (26 years old), handsome in a quirky way. I could see why Liz could be smitten with him. She didn't like really big guys, just proportionally bigger than her 5' 4", 115 lb. frame. I fit that bill , and, obviously, so did Jim.

The drinks flowed and our table was no exception. After dinner, the wives got up to go to the ladies room. I chatted with the guy closest to me and I was on my third Jack Daniels and coke when I saw the ladies returning and giggling. One suggested they dance and they bolted to the dance floor. The DJ was ramping up the music to a more sensual, erotic beat as the lights dimmed. I viewed my wife with pride as she pranced in her shimmering dress. The floor was crowded with people and Liz was in the middle of it all. Then, suddenly, she turned and faced me and gave me the sexiest look ever. I wasn't sure what she was doing...until I noticed Jim was dancing right behind her. Her look gave me chills as I watched her groove to the beat in a very sexy way that was giving me pause. She had danced like this for me in private, but I had never seen her so provocative in public. Suddenly, with a defiant glance my way, she wheeled and threw her arms around Jim. His look of shock was priceless but he gladly wrapped his arms around her waist. I watched as they gradually danced closer and closer together, not caring if anyone noticed. I gulped my Jack Daniels as my heart pounded and I felt faint. I saw her whispering in his ear as they hugged tightly. They did make a cute couple as their obvious attraction and body language betrayed their affinity for each other. Then, amazingly, she turned and faced me and wrapped Jim's arms around her waist once again and clasped his hands in hers. I could tell she was starting to grind on his cock as she stared me down defiantly. I tried to take it all in as I was ready to throw up I was so excited. My cock was rock hard and my eyeballs were bulging. She threw her head back and let it rest on his shoulder. Her angelic face glowed with the look of a woman in lust. They swayed to the R&B music and I knew they would soon enough be lovers. Surprisingly, no one seemed to notice except me and the music soon took a little break and Liz returned to our table. She just looked at me with that knowing look as if to say "This is what you wanted. It's going to happen and it's going to happen soon".

She whispered in my ear, "I'm ready". I smiled and just nodded.

"I know".

[bewareoflizzy]

"What did you whisper in his ear"?, I asked as I passed the joint back to Liz. We had rushed home after the wedding with Liz cuddling up to me in the car and massaging my thigh. After checking on the kids, we repaired to the play room upstairs and locked ourselves in. Liz had changed into a short, silk robe and high heels. She looked divine.

"Well, first of all, I didn't tell you but when we got up to go to the ladies room, we really went outside and smoked a joint", she giggled as I showed my surprise.

"No wonder you were so sexy on the dance floor", I exclaimed.

"I was, wasn't I", as her hand glided over my erection. "Do you think anyone noticed"?, she asked timidly.

"Not really. I did! But I didn't see anyone else gawking at you. That was pretty sexy, baby, I have to say".

"I told him I was ready and that I wanted all of him".

"Oh my God", was all that I could muster as her hand slipped under my briefs and found my cock hardened in earnest.

"Are you ready for this"?, she asked seductively as she slid my undies off and reached for the baby oil.

"I think so. It's scary but so exciting at the same time".

"It is", she said softly as she poured the oil liberally all over my cock. Spreading it over my balls and groin area, I soon glistened in the candlelight as she stared at my dick intently.

"He invited me to visit him Thursday afternoon. I'm thinking of going...", she cooed as she stroked my cock and massaged my balls in a most erotic way.

"Really"?, was all I could muster once again. She mounted me effortlessly and I slid into a burning honey pot I did not recognize. She was consumed.

"I danced really close to Jim, you know", her eyes burning holes into mine as I felt her sugar walls envelope me. Her red lips lowered to kiss me and I felt her heat.


'Yes, I was watching you. I thought I was going to have a heart attack". She smiled.

"You think I'm sexy, don't you"?, she whispered as her hips started to swivel and piston on my dick.

"Baby, you have no idea".

"He's really big", she blurted out and waited to gauge my reaction.

"Really?!!, my excitement starting to show.

"Yeah, when I was slow dancing with him I could feel his bulge pressing against me. Then when I turned around and danced with my back to his chest, I could really feel him. He was grinding on me...and it felt so good. Do you mind me being so blunt"?

"No...no. Not at all". Her hips started slamming into my pelvis and we were making music.

"This could get serious, baby. I don't fuck just anybody. Are you ready for serious..."?

"Whatever you want to do, baby...", were my last words before emptying everything I had into her love canal. Soon enough it would not be exclusively mine.

[bewareoflizzy]

Thursday arrived soon enough and I repeated my wish for her to "have fun" as I kissed her goodbye and headed out to the office. This time she was more receptive and seemed excited. She told me she loved me.

Arriving home that evening expecting to see a woman in bliss, I was shocked when I found her in the bedroom weeping and dabbing her eyes while the kids played outside. I consoled her and asked what was the matter.

"Well, I went over and we sat on the couch again. This time we had a glass of wine instead of tea. It felt good and we laughed as our nervousness evaporated. We started kissing and things got passionate. He reached under my bra and started kneading my breasts. That really got me going. Before you knew it, I had his shirt off and I was unbuckling his belt and taking off his jeans. He got my top and bra off and started sucking on my nipples. I reached for his cock and pulled it out from his briefs. It was big, really big. I told him to lie back and I gave him head for awhile. He seemed to really enjoy that. I was down to my panties by now and he pulled me up on the couch again and proceeded to take them off as I laid there. He asked if I wanted him to use a condom and I nodded "yes". He went into his bedroom and came back with the package, removed it, and slipped it over his penis. I reached for him and pulled him down to me and we kissed. I reached for him and slowly rubbed his dick over my pussy as we lubricated each other. He slowly entered me and I had to adjust to his size, but once we did, he was off to the races. We fucked for about 10 minutes and he came. He came inside me because the condom broke. He was like a wild stallion. I was distraught. He apologized. We got up and dressed and I came right home. Baby, I don't think I can do this".

"Oh, God. I'm really sorry, baby".

"I'm not going to work tomorrow. I can't even face him".

The reality had collided against the fantasy. The erotic passion of the wedding was gone. Only the embarrassment and guilt survived.

[nnjcpl2002]

Gee wiz, condoms very rarely break. I guess Liz is fertile. So this is very scary for her.
Please continue. It's a hot story.

[nnjcpl2002]

Gee wiz, condoms very rarely break. I guess Liz is fertile. So this is very scary for her.
Please continue. It's a hot story.

[bewareoflizzy]

Life took a step back. We took a deep breath. Jim was not up for discussion and we avoided all talk of sexual adventure. Liz returned to work and normalcy returned to our routines. Family life reigned, Liz got her period, and we were able to exhale. Within two or three weeks, we were laughing again and starting up our date nights in the playroom. A little fantasy talk started to creep into our conversation and I was starting to see that glint in my wife's eye again. I brought her flowers and kept telling her how beautiful she was. She seemed to assimilate what occurred and accepted it as just one of those things that happens in life. The spring was back in her step and life was good again.

The following Saturday night, we were ensconced in our lovers lair, Liz wore a nice bustier and heels, she rolled a joint, and we indulged in our prelude to sex...wine and pot. I sensed something on her mind but kept quiet. She finally spoke up after we were comfortably numb.

"Have you been thinking about Jim and I"?, she asked innocently. I sensed something new in the air. I took a sip of my wine.

"Well, not really, but, of course, I can't get the wedding out of my mind. You were so turned on and sexy. My God, baby.! Why"?

"Wellll... we had a drink after our shift last night and we got to talking". I held my breath.

"He apologized again for our mishap. I told him I got my period and everything was alright. I told him it wasn't his fault. We talked for a good amount of time, then he walked me to my car. We embraced...and just started kissing passionately. The parking lot is dark and I'm parked way in the back but we were still afraid someone would discover us".

"Wow...OK. Then what happened"?

"He asked me if I wanted to come over to his apartment next week, but Friday night after work instead of during the day".

"What did you say"?

I said I would think about it...but, if you don't mind, I think I'd like to. Would you mind"? I tried to maintain my composure but my heart started pounding.

"Well, sure. But, why the change in heart"?

"I don't know. I guess I thought about it and figured I'd like to give it a try again. He lives with his brother but he said he's usually away on weekends with friends. I could drop by after work. I won't stay late, I promise.

[bewareoflizzy]

So, there it was. Liz had come full circle and wanted to see Jim again. There was no denying it, she had the hots for him and the condom incident was a temporary setback. Friday arrived bright and sunny and Lizzy reflected the same mood. She would be off to work before I arrived home to care to our kids. I relieved the babysitter, made an easy dinner, watched a movie with my young ones, and tucked them into bed. Then I settled in for a long night and sipped bourbon on the rocks while watching TV. The clock ticked past midnight and I began to wonder where was she and what was she doing. Her shift would have ended by 10 p.m. and she would check out with the other waitresses by 11 p.m. She could only be in one place and that was Jim's apartment, with a glass or two of wine in her and ready to have him again. My stomach churned, I was tired, and decided to go to bed. I would awaken to the sound of her car pulling in the driveway. The clock on the nightstand said 3:10 a.m.

I heard her come in from the garage and her steps across the kitchen floor. She went right into the bathroom and didn't emerge for about 10 agonizing minutes. My heart pounded imagining what she had been up to for the last 3-4 hours. At last, she slipped quietly into our darkened bedroom, slipped out of her work blouse and skirt and into a comfortable nightshirt. Her scent was different. As she cuddled up next to me, I knew I was next to a changed woman and life would never be the same.

"I'll tell you everything tomorrow night" was the last thing she said to me before we both fell asleep.

[bewareoflizzy]

Saturday went according to plan, a few errands, a few chores, dinner, and the kids were off to separate sleepovers. I suggested a fire in the living room fireplace and having our date night there. Liz said she would "freshen up" in the bathroom while I set the stage for a romantic evening. The fire was lit, candles placed strategically around the room, stereo tuned to our favorite music. I got into my bathrobe, poured the wine, and waited with baited breath for my queen to emerge. Would she tell me everything that happened or is she going to hold back? Was this a good experience or just blah? Getting home at 3 a.m. led me to believe it was the former. I heard the click of her heels approaching from the bathroom and turned to take in her beauty. Once again, she did not disappoint. Tight black bustier cinching her waist, black thigh-high stockings, black stiletto heels completed her sexy attire. Posing for me for a few seconds, I was taken by her ravishing looks. Once again the blond bombshell, the perfect make-up, dazzling blue eyes, and the red lipstick contrasting against her alabaster skin made my jaw drop. I hugged her and breathed in her perfume. We sat and drank our wine with the music creating just the right mood. I asked my love if she wanted to roll a joint. She had the magic box ready and proceeded to roll a nice doobie. I watched her slender, manicured fingers do their work and wondered where they had been last night. We passed the joint back and forth and fell into a blissful, sensual mood. I took a few pictures of her in front of the fireplace and the camera doesn't lie. Liz was really maturing and evolving into a classic, stunning woman in her mid-thirties. Her figure was incredible, 34-26-34, with the greatest pair of legs I've ever drooled over. Would the hot wife quest continue or would she abort again? Pure and simple, the answer was about to be revealed.

[isinlarsa]

Can't wait for the next chapter.