"I've missed you like crazy", I said in a slow, husky voice as Liz stroked my erection in bed.
I had picked her up at the Key West airport on Tuesday and we were safely ensconced in our rental house for the next month. She flew down two weeks after I drove down to the Florida Keys but because of our schedules we hadn't had sex in a month. I was crawling up the walls waiting for her and when she got off the airplane I was grateful for such a beautiful, still sexy wife I had at age 70. We waited until the next night to have a sexy date even though I was ready to tear her clothes off and take her. Liz made a nice dinner and we drank wine knowing what lie ahead. She asked if I would clean up while she "freshened up" in the bathroom. I gladly agreed knowing what that meant. She was going to prepare herself for sex. This always meant hair teased, make-up enhanced, and lipstick in a bright, bold red. A short, sexy silk robe usually completed the picture. We sat in the darkened bedroom and put on some really sexy blues magic music. The stage was set. We filled our glasses with more wine and took turns toking on the vape sativa pen. Wow. So strong. We were stoned in 5 minutes, looking at each other with lust and sipping our wine. I had noticed a certain 'Je ne sais quoi' attitude about Liz ever since I picked her up at the airport. Her sensuality was oozing again. I hadn't seen that facet of her in quite awhile. Liz looked at me with baleful eyes and said she had something to tell me and she wanted me to lie down, take off my pants, and she would tell me a story while stroking me with baby oil. I was beside myself. This hadn't happened in at least 15 years. The last time she had a sexy story to tell me was when she bedded her older classmate at her H.S. reunion at the hotel where the weekend reception was being held. Liz had sworn off the hot wife attitude after that. She had been seeing Jim for 13 years and Michael for 10. She had enough of the surreptitious, clandestine lifestyle with 2 boyfriends. I accepted my fate reluctantly but 'c'est la vie'. What could I do? We had a tremendous ride.
This shook me to the core. We were only apart for two weeks and she wants to stroke me and tell me a sexy story just like she used to do when she came home in the middle of the night from Jim's well-fucked and would share with me her goings on. This was my fantasy world coming back and I was beside myself taking off my bottoms and looking at her inquisitively. Liz gave me a smirk and applied baby oil to my waiting penis. She tantalized and teased me mercilessly with her fingers dancing and lightly stimulating my cock. We were in a darkened bedroom, so stoned, and the air was thick with sex.
"Well, you know I wanted to meet the single lady downstairs below our apartment but I hadn't had the chance because of the crazy winter weather".
"Yesss...", I drawled.
"Well, I finally decided to go down and knock on her door early Tuesday evening before dinner hoping she would be home". Her hand slowly stimulated me as I waited for more.
"So! Much to my surprise a young man opens the door and greets me. I did a double take because...don't be mad at me...he looked like Jim!"
"Holy shit. Is that her son?" My heart started pounding anticipating where this was going.
"Well, yeah. I had to ask if he was a younger brother or Angela's son and he confirmed it. I had seen him out in the parking lot clearing his work van of snow but from a distance and we just said hello to each other. I didn't get a good look at him. He was cute, good looking, slim, like Jim", she giggled as she gave me a shy smile.
"I was taken aback for a second but recovered and told him why I was there and asked if his mother was home. He told me that she travels a lot for business and was away for the next two weeks. We talked easily and I sensed he was stoned. The opening to his apartment reeked of pot.(We could smell it upstairs above them every night and joked about asking to share the wealth). I had already had a glass of wine and spontaneously asked him what he was doing for dinner. He laughed and said he didn't plan much. Before I could question my motives, I told him I was cooking chicken and had plenty for two. Yes, I told him my husband was down in the Florida Keys enjoying himself. I said to come up in half an hour and we would eat together. He smiled at me appreciatively and closed the door. I ran upstairs and panicked. What did I just do? I'm 70 years old and this kid is probably 30? Just because he resembles the lover of your life doesn't mean you invite him into your home for dinner! While your husband is away! I poured myself another glass of wine and set about preparing a nice chicken dinner. I wanted to show this young man that my intentions were honorable and that I was a good cook. I did freshen up in the bathroom before he arrived and I wasn't sure why. I heard a knock and I went down to greet him. He looked even handsomer in a fresh collared shirt and slacks. I invited him in.
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'Oh, baby", was all I could mutter as her hand deftly had it's way with me.
'Are you enjoying this story? Are you shocked?" Liz's face looked genuinely excited in a way I hadn't seen in years.
"Yes. It's been so long. I never thought you would have another sexy story to tell me".
"I know. I'm shocked. Something arose in me that I hadn't felt in a long time. It was reminiscent of my days with Jim. It was like reliving the past. He brought me back to those crazy days when Jim was young, slender, handsome, and horny. I asked if he wanted a glass of wine and he accepted. I only placed two candles on the dining room table as innocent ambiance and let the music continue from our playlist. He sat while I cooked and I got to know him a little better. We sipped our wine as I finished cooking and we moved to the dining area. He loved my cooking and complemented me profusely. He said he didn't really cook and his Mom was only home part-time. I sympathized with him. We continued drinking wine and having good conversation. He was intelligent, witty, conversant. A bit shy, but what young guy wouldn't be when an older woman invites a single guy over for dinner? We had ice cream for dessert and I was feeling quite stimulated. When it finally became time for him to excuse himself and say goodnight, I blurted out 'be here at 7 p.m. Friday night and bring some of that great pot you smoke'! He smiled in an embarrassed way. I told him we could smell it heavily since we moved in 3 months ago but it didn't bother us in the least. He smiled again and said he would love that. Thank you, he said. I walked him to the door and gave him a smooch on the cheek goodnight. That night, I lay in bed wondering what was I doing. What was I thinking? I touched myself and felt nothing but juice seeping out of my pussy. Baby, I haven't felt like that since I was seeing Jim (read "fucking"). What was transpiring here?"
I was beside myself. First, I haven't had sex with my wife in a month and now she gets me stoned, gets fairly dolled-up, and starts telling me about a young guy who reminds her of her ex-lover, Jim. A guy who blew her mind with marathon sex. She's stroking my cock with baby oil and taking me to the edge. I ask her to slow down the stimulation as she is getting me very, very excited.
"O.K., should I continue? ', she asks, as her hand moves to my torso and legs.
"Yes, by all means", I encourage her.
"Now I'm frantic. How do I entertain this much, much younger, single guy? Why did I ask him to bring his marijuana? Am I just crazy? So, anyway I planned a nice dinner and bought two nice bottles of wine to show him we have some sophistication. I found myself in the bathroom primping trying to look my best. Would he consider me attractive or just an old lady over the hill? I wasn't going to be a seductress but I wanted to look good. Right? I put on an attractive top, then asked myself why? What was I doing here? What were my intentions? Finally, I had a glass of wine at about 4 o'clock and relaxed and said the hell with it. I was still a vibrant woman and I wear whatever I want. I chose that knit sweater top you love and tight jeans. I wore flat sandals. I did my make-up a little more upscale than normal and I knew I looked good. The turmoil in my stomach was excruciating as the clock ticked towards his arrival time. His knock came right on time and he greeted me with yet another bottle of wine. I gave him a nice hug and invited him in. We talked easily now while I sauteed fish and we sipped wine. He told me that he loved fish and thanked me for inviting him again for dinner. Once again we moved to the dining area and I dimmed the lights and lit some candles. The music in the background was kind of a sexy background music but I didn't think it was too obvious. We relished our meal and I could tell he was really into good food. I told him I could teach him to cook if he wanted. The wine flowed and since it was Friday night neither of us had any obligations the next day. I finally confessed that I loved to get stoned and I had been smoking pot since the seventies. His eyes bulged and he reached in his pocket and pulled out a huge blunt. It was massive compared to the joints I was used to smoking. He lit up the blunt and took a long draw. When he exhaled, I told him I knew that smell from the apartment below us. He laughed and passed the huge cigar to me. I inhaled and choked at first. It was harsh and very strong. He told me it was a special blend he got from a Jamaican guy at work. I took a good drink of wine and tried again. It roared down my windpipe and filled my lungs. I exhaled a huge puff of smoke and said 'Wow"! which made him laugh again. 'That's some really good shit', I said emphatically. He nodded in agreement. I said I would get dessert and we could sit on the couch for a bit. He helped clear the table and we poured ourselves another glass of wine as I cut the key lime pie."
"We settled down on the couch with our pie feeling very stoned. I played the perfect hostess but I kept admiring his physique and felt a connection to him somehow. He enjoyed the key lime pie and without even asking, he lit up that incredible blunt again. I was way too stoned to refuse at this point and we really got wasted together. Oh, my God, baby. I was crazy. I confessed that I had had an affair after we were married and he reminded me of Jim. All inhibitions were gone by this point. He was shocked both by the fact of my revelation and that he reminded me of Jim. He wanted to know how old I was when I was seeing Jim. He asked me to describe our affair and how it started. I delved into the whole story and told him everything. He couldn't believe I was only 35 years old, married, and a mother of two when I embarked on the greatest sexual journey of my life. I couldn't help but notice his excitement was showing as I revealed my darkest secrets. It was titillating but also profound that a 70 year old, sexually active woman could confide in a man half her age. (Yes, he said he was 35.) I eventually told him he should return to his apartment downstairs and we would talk the next day. I gave him a hug and felt his erection against my groin but turned away and said goodnight. I laid in bed for two hours touching myself thinking he was right below me sleeping (?) in his bedroom. This was just too crazy! I didn't know what to do."
'Are you enjoying this story? Are you shocked?" Liz's face looked genuinely excited in a way I hadn't seen in years.
"Yes. It's been so long. I never thought you would have another sexy story to tell me".
"I know. I'm shocked. Something arose in me that I hadn't felt in a long time. It was reminiscent of my days with Jim. It was like reliving the past. He brought me back to those crazy days when Jim was young, slender, handsome, and horny. I asked if he wanted a glass of wine and he accepted. I only placed two candles on the dining room table as innocent ambiance and let the music continue from our playlist. He sat while I cooked and I got to know him a little better. We sipped our wine as I finished cooking and we moved to the dining area. He loved my cooking and complemented me profusely. He said he didn't really cook and his Mom was only home part-time. I sympathized with him. We continued drinking wine and having good conversation. He was intelligent, witty, conversant. A bit shy, but what young guy wouldn't be when an older woman invites a single guy over for dinner? We had ice cream for dessert and I was feeling quite stimulated. When it finally became time for him to excuse himself and say goodnight, I blurted out 'be here at 7 p.m. Friday night and bring some of that great pot you smoke'! He smiled in an embarrassed way. I told him we could smell it heavily since we moved in 3 months ago but it didn't bother us in the least. He smiled again and said he would love that. Thank you, he said. I walked him to the door and gave him a smooch on the cheek goodnight. That night, I lay in bed wondering what was I doing. What was I thinking? I touched myself and felt nothing but juice seeping out of my pussy. Baby, I haven't felt like that since I was seeing Jim (read "fucking"). What was transpiring here?"
I was beside myself. First, I haven't had sex with my wife in a month and now she gets me stoned, gets fairly dolled-up, and starts telling me about a young guy who reminds her of her ex-lover, Jim. A guy who blew her mind with marathon sex. She's stroking my cock with baby oil and taking me to the edge. I ask her to slow down the stimulation as she is getting me very, very excited.
"O.K., should I continue? ', she asks, as her hand moves to my torso and legs.
"Yes, by all means", I encourage her.
"Now I'm frantic. How do I entertain this much, much younger, single guy? Why did I ask him to bring his marijuana? Am I just crazy? So, anyway I planned a nice dinner and bought two nice bottles of wine to show him we have some sophistication. I found myself in the bathroom primping trying to look my best. Would he consider me attractive or just an old lady over the hill? I wasn't going to be a seductress but I wanted to look good. Right? I put on an attractive top, then asked myself why? What was I doing here? What were my intentions? Finally, I had a glass of wine at about 4 o'clock and relaxed and said the hell with it. I was still a vibrant woman and I wear whatever I want. I chose that knit sweater top you love and tight jeans. I wore flat sandals. I did my make-up a little more upscale than normal and I knew I looked good. The turmoil in my stomach was excruciating as the clock ticked towards his arrival time. His knock came right on time and he greeted me with yet another bottle of wine. I gave him a nice hug and invited him in. We talked easily now while I sauteed fish and we sipped wine. He told me that he loved fish and thanked me for inviting him again for dinner. Once again we moved to the dining area and I dimmed the lights and lit some candles. The music in the background was kind of a sexy background music but I didn't think it was too obvious. We relished our meal and I could tell he was really into good food. I told him I could teach him to cook if he wanted. The wine flowed and since it was Friday night neither of us had any obligations the next day. I finally confessed that I loved to get stoned and I had been smoking pot since the seventies. His eyes bulged and he reached in his pocket and pulled out a huge blunt. It was massive compared to the joints I was used to smoking. He lit up the blunt and took a long draw. When he exhaled, I told him I knew that smell from the apartment below us. He laughed and passed the huge cigar to me. I inhaled and choked at first. It was harsh and very strong. He told me it was a special blend he got from a Jamaican guy at work. I took a good drink of wine and tried again. It roared down my windpipe and filled my lungs. I exhaled a huge puff of smoke and said 'Wow"! which made him laugh again. 'That's some really good shit', I said emphatically. He nodded in agreement. I said I would get dessert and we could sit on the couch for a bit. He helped clear the table and we poured ourselves another glass of wine as I cut the key lime pie."
"We settled down on the couch with our pie feeling very stoned. I played the perfect hostess but I kept admiring his physique and felt a connection to him somehow. He enjoyed the key lime pie and without even asking, he lit up that incredible blunt again. I was way too stoned to refuse at this point and we really got wasted together. Oh, my God, baby. I was crazy. I confessed that I had had an affair after we were married and he reminded me of Jim. All inhibitions were gone by this point. He was shocked both by the fact of my revelation and that he reminded me of Jim. He wanted to know how old I was when I was seeing Jim. He asked me to describe our affair and how it started. I delved into the whole story and told him everything. He couldn't believe I was only 35 years old, married, and a mother of two when I embarked on the greatest sexual journey of my life. I couldn't help but notice his excitement was showing as I revealed my darkest secrets. It was titillating but also profound that a 70 year old, sexually active woman could confide in a man half her age. (Yes, he said he was 35.) I eventually told him he should return to his apartment downstairs and we would talk the next day. I gave him a hug and felt his erection against my groin but turned away and said goodnight. I laid in bed for two hours touching myself thinking he was right below me sleeping (?) in his bedroom. This was just too crazy! I didn't know what to do."
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My excitement was reaching a feverish pitch but I wanted it to go on forever. It had been so long since Liz had regaled me with any stories, real or fiction. She was totally into turning me on and coming clean. She slowly started stroking my cock again. I was in a blissful state.
"So, the next day I woke up in a daze from the strong pot but after a shower and some coffee I was renewed and wondering what should I do about this. I was definitely turned on and fantasizing about this 'Jim' look-alike guy that lived right beneath me. How should I handle this? I finally decided to throw caution to the wind and invite him up again. We had already traded cell phone numbers so I texted him...
"Would you like to come up for a glass of wine later after dinner?", was my blunt invitation. He didn't answer for almost an hour making me mad, but, eventually...
"Yes! That would be fun. Should I bring the other stuff?", he texted with a smiley face. I answered directly.
"Of course. How could it be a party otherwise", I texted back with a devilish face.
" He answered with an enthusiastic thumbs up. I told him not a minute before 7 and he was on his own for dinner. I wasn't cooking tonight. He answered with another thumbs up and a heart symbol. Hmmm. This gave me free rein to do whatever I wanted to prepare for his visit. I paused for a minute to think then found myself getting in the shower, shaving my legs, washing my hair, and basically doing everything I used to do before a date with Jim. Was I tempting fate here? Was I inviting a younger man half my age into my life? He was adorable, I had to admit. Why was I so enamored of him. There was a strong resemblance to Jim and his personality was growing on me. Kind of reminded me of Jim B. back in the old restaurant days. As you already know, we smoked pot together and actually made out in his truck cabin once but nothing ever happened between us after that. He was my decoy at work for Jim A., who I was really head over heels for and enjoyed fucking relentlessly. Yeah, I guess I'm a little crazy. Thank God for my understanding husband."
"I decided I had no objective tonight, whatsoever. I would just be the friendly hostess and see what happened. I wore a tight pullover top that accentuated my breasts and I even dared to wear yoga tights with heels. After applying my make-up, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and just shook my head. You still got it, girl. I knew when I looked good and tonight I looked damn good. I opened a bottle of wine and set it up on the coffee table with two large wine glasses. I lit some candles, put on some good music on our stereo, and smiled to myself remembering how I did this for Jim so many years ago. At 7 pm, the door bell rang and I took a deep breath before opening the door. Boom, there he was. Looking awfully good. He had shaved, put on a sexy, blue shirt that accentuated his eyes and wore some nice slacks.
"Well, hello, old friend", I greeted him with an embrace that I knew would give him a strong scent of my perfume. We moved to the living room and I invited him to relax and I would pour some wine and get us a few appetizers to snack on. He seemed taken by my appearance. I knew I could still make a man notice me. Even a (much) younger man if I wanted to. I said I liked to take better care of myself on weekends when I wasn't so busy. He told me that I was amazing and he really admired my spirit and youthfulness. This made my heart soar. We enjoyed the wine and nibbled on the cheese, crackers, and other assorted delicacies I set out. The conversation was easy now. We didn't need to be nervous with each other. I noticed our bottle of wine was empty so I got up to open another bottle in the kitchen. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked to the kitchen in my tight yoga pants and high heels. I was starting to feel good. "
"So, the next day I woke up in a daze from the strong pot but after a shower and some coffee I was renewed and wondering what should I do about this. I was definitely turned on and fantasizing about this 'Jim' look-alike guy that lived right beneath me. How should I handle this? I finally decided to throw caution to the wind and invite him up again. We had already traded cell phone numbers so I texted him...
"Would you like to come up for a glass of wine later after dinner?", was my blunt invitation. He didn't answer for almost an hour making me mad, but, eventually...
"Yes! That would be fun. Should I bring the other stuff?", he texted with a smiley face. I answered directly.
"Of course. How could it be a party otherwise", I texted back with a devilish face.
" He answered with an enthusiastic thumbs up. I told him not a minute before 7 and he was on his own for dinner. I wasn't cooking tonight. He answered with another thumbs up and a heart symbol. Hmmm. This gave me free rein to do whatever I wanted to prepare for his visit. I paused for a minute to think then found myself getting in the shower, shaving my legs, washing my hair, and basically doing everything I used to do before a date with Jim. Was I tempting fate here? Was I inviting a younger man half my age into my life? He was adorable, I had to admit. Why was I so enamored of him. There was a strong resemblance to Jim and his personality was growing on me. Kind of reminded me of Jim B. back in the old restaurant days. As you already know, we smoked pot together and actually made out in his truck cabin once but nothing ever happened between us after that. He was my decoy at work for Jim A., who I was really head over heels for and enjoyed fucking relentlessly. Yeah, I guess I'm a little crazy. Thank God for my understanding husband."
"I decided I had no objective tonight, whatsoever. I would just be the friendly hostess and see what happened. I wore a tight pullover top that accentuated my breasts and I even dared to wear yoga tights with heels. After applying my make-up, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and just shook my head. You still got it, girl. I knew when I looked good and tonight I looked damn good. I opened a bottle of wine and set it up on the coffee table with two large wine glasses. I lit some candles, put on some good music on our stereo, and smiled to myself remembering how I did this for Jim so many years ago. At 7 pm, the door bell rang and I took a deep breath before opening the door. Boom, there he was. Looking awfully good. He had shaved, put on a sexy, blue shirt that accentuated his eyes and wore some nice slacks.
"Well, hello, old friend", I greeted him with an embrace that I knew would give him a strong scent of my perfume. We moved to the living room and I invited him to relax and I would pour some wine and get us a few appetizers to snack on. He seemed taken by my appearance. I knew I could still make a man notice me. Even a (much) younger man if I wanted to. I said I liked to take better care of myself on weekends when I wasn't so busy. He told me that I was amazing and he really admired my spirit and youthfulness. This made my heart soar. We enjoyed the wine and nibbled on the cheese, crackers, and other assorted delicacies I set out. The conversation was easy now. We didn't need to be nervous with each other. I noticed our bottle of wine was empty so I got up to open another bottle in the kitchen. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked to the kitchen in my tight yoga pants and high heels. I was starting to feel good. "
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"I strutted back into the living room with a newly opened bottle of wine and gave him a wink as I poured us both another full glass. I sat a little closer and seductively asked if he brought any of that incredible ganja like he had last night. He reached into his pocket and pulled out another huge blunt certain to make us crazy. I eagerly took it from him and asked him to light me up. He grinned, knowing the effect it would have on me. I had already confided in him about my long running affair with Jim and how he reminded me of him. He wanted to know more and he knew he wouldn't get it out of me unless I was really, really stoned. Once again, I choked and coughed on my first drag, but I took a long drink from my glass of wine and inhaled a really long toke from the huge banana sized blunt. No wonder we smelled it all the time. This was real skunk weed but it was powerful. He knew it and watched as I got very stoned. Before you knew it, he was refilling my glass of wine. Once I'm stoned, I can drink forever. I asked him if he had a girlfriend. He said 'No,' not in a long time. He started asking me questions about Jim again. He seemed very interested in my extramarital affair. We passed the blunt back and forth. I asked what exactly did he want to know. He was very interested in how it started, how did we meet, the logistics, and he asked if my husband knew"
"Oh, my God. What did you tell him?", I blurted out in my heightened state.
"I told him bluntly that you knew all along but Jim never knew that you knew. That blew him away. What a wild dynamic, he kept saying, trying to take it all in. I told him we were young. I was exactly his age when I started seeing Jim with my husband's blessing. It evolved into a 13 year affair with many ups and downs. I took another long draw from the blunt and, as I exhaled, I told him it was the best sex I ever had in my life. This seemed to unnerve him. I was being totally blunt myself by now and I could tell he was very excited as the effect of the ganja took hold in our state of being stoned together. I rested my hand on his shoulder as we conversed and it seemed very natural at the moment. We continued sipping wine and talking about my younger boyfriend. He wanted to know everything about Jim! I told him about the crazy sexual experiences I had with Jim. How we would fuck in the back seat of my car, how we would go to his camper if his brother was home, how he devoured me when we had the use of his apartment and his bedroom. I was laying it all on the line at this point. I started rubbing his neck and he said he had a terrible stiff neck that morning when he woke. I suggested he sit on the floor in front of the couch and I would give him a nice neck massage. He slid down and I started working on his shoulder knots and stiff neck. This is when our stoned personas started to merge. I found him to be very muscular in his leanness. I could tell he was reveling in my strong but supple hands. Our unspoken desires came to the surface when I couldn't help myself and I whispered in his ear 'Why don't you come in the bedroom and I can give you a proper massage' . Boom! He loved that invitation. I told him to go in my bedroom and strip down to his undies. I would freshen up in the bathroom and be right back. I did my best and applied a fresh coat of red lipstick to my hot wife lips. It had been a long time but the buzz was coming back. I found my new young friend sitting on my bed in his underwear revealing a huge hard-on bulging at the seams. I instructed him to lie on his stomach and proceeded to apply my best coconut oil to his sore back. I rubbed and massaged his entire back and neck with the slippery oil. His legs were deserving of special attention as I really got into the role of masseuse. I kept looking at this body below me in wonder as I tried to grasp the reality of the situation. My lust and desire were back...and in charge, once again. The tension in the room grew as we both knew what would come next."
"I finally asked him to roll over, and he did, revealing a raging hard-on poking thru his shorts. I asked him if I excited him. He answered in a typical stoned way. 'Oh, my God. You are incredible. I can't believe how good this is'. I teased him and told him it was only the pot that was turning him on. He laughed and shook his head and said 'No, it's you. I swear to God . It's you'. This excited me and I started rubbing his erection thru his underpants. It was very hard. About 8-9 inches in my estimation and quite thick. This was turning out to be my re-creation of Jim and I 35 years ago. I pulled his undies down and he raised his hips so I could remove them completely. His young cock sprung to attention. I always kept a small bottle of baby oil on my nightstand and tonight was no exception. I poured a good amount of oil all over his erection and watched as it covered his shaft. He was in heaven as I started to stroke his cock and work the oil into his soft skin. Being stoned only enhanced our mutual pleasure and I tried to maximize his. I saturated his balls with the same oil and massaged them tenderly. He swooned. I ran my long nails up and down his shaft driving him crazy. I loved it. He loved it. I gripped his head and squeezed out some pre-cum. I bent down to lick it off. He cried out. I knew my power over any man that succumbed to my sexual desires and this young man was no exception. I could still give a hand job, a blow job, and fuck with the best of them. Experience counted. I worked my magic on this young man and consumed him with my mouth. He exploded in my mouth and I swallowed most of his release. He panted and heaved as I continued my ministrations. He was soon hard again and I rose, took off my tights, top, and underwear. I mounted him naked and took that shaft deep into my body. He was a wonderful lover and made me cum several times while I rode his cock. I told him I was leaving for Florida on Tuesday and he asked me if we could see each other once more. I said 'sure'.
"Oh, my God. What did you tell him?", I blurted out in my heightened state.
"I told him bluntly that you knew all along but Jim never knew that you knew. That blew him away. What a wild dynamic, he kept saying, trying to take it all in. I told him we were young. I was exactly his age when I started seeing Jim with my husband's blessing. It evolved into a 13 year affair with many ups and downs. I took another long draw from the blunt and, as I exhaled, I told him it was the best sex I ever had in my life. This seemed to unnerve him. I was being totally blunt myself by now and I could tell he was very excited as the effect of the ganja took hold in our state of being stoned together. I rested my hand on his shoulder as we conversed and it seemed very natural at the moment. We continued sipping wine and talking about my younger boyfriend. He wanted to know everything about Jim! I told him about the crazy sexual experiences I had with Jim. How we would fuck in the back seat of my car, how we would go to his camper if his brother was home, how he devoured me when we had the use of his apartment and his bedroom. I was laying it all on the line at this point. I started rubbing his neck and he said he had a terrible stiff neck that morning when he woke. I suggested he sit on the floor in front of the couch and I would give him a nice neck massage. He slid down and I started working on his shoulder knots and stiff neck. This is when our stoned personas started to merge. I found him to be very muscular in his leanness. I could tell he was reveling in my strong but supple hands. Our unspoken desires came to the surface when I couldn't help myself and I whispered in his ear 'Why don't you come in the bedroom and I can give you a proper massage' . Boom! He loved that invitation. I told him to go in my bedroom and strip down to his undies. I would freshen up in the bathroom and be right back. I did my best and applied a fresh coat of red lipstick to my hot wife lips. It had been a long time but the buzz was coming back. I found my new young friend sitting on my bed in his underwear revealing a huge hard-on bulging at the seams. I instructed him to lie on his stomach and proceeded to apply my best coconut oil to his sore back. I rubbed and massaged his entire back and neck with the slippery oil. His legs were deserving of special attention as I really got into the role of masseuse. I kept looking at this body below me in wonder as I tried to grasp the reality of the situation. My lust and desire were back...and in charge, once again. The tension in the room grew as we both knew what would come next."
"I finally asked him to roll over, and he did, revealing a raging hard-on poking thru his shorts. I asked him if I excited him. He answered in a typical stoned way. 'Oh, my God. You are incredible. I can't believe how good this is'. I teased him and told him it was only the pot that was turning him on. He laughed and shook his head and said 'No, it's you. I swear to God . It's you'. This excited me and I started rubbing his erection thru his underpants. It was very hard. About 8-9 inches in my estimation and quite thick. This was turning out to be my re-creation of Jim and I 35 years ago. I pulled his undies down and he raised his hips so I could remove them completely. His young cock sprung to attention. I always kept a small bottle of baby oil on my nightstand and tonight was no exception. I poured a good amount of oil all over his erection and watched as it covered his shaft. He was in heaven as I started to stroke his cock and work the oil into his soft skin. Being stoned only enhanced our mutual pleasure and I tried to maximize his. I saturated his balls with the same oil and massaged them tenderly. He swooned. I ran my long nails up and down his shaft driving him crazy. I loved it. He loved it. I gripped his head and squeezed out some pre-cum. I bent down to lick it off. He cried out. I knew my power over any man that succumbed to my sexual desires and this young man was no exception. I could still give a hand job, a blow job, and fuck with the best of them. Experience counted. I worked my magic on this young man and consumed him with my mouth. He exploded in my mouth and I swallowed most of his release. He panted and heaved as I continued my ministrations. He was soon hard again and I rose, took off my tights, top, and underwear. I mounted him naked and took that shaft deep into my body. He was a wonderful lover and made me cum several times while I rode his cock. I told him I was leaving for Florida on Tuesday and he asked me if we could see each other once more. I said 'sure'.
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Re: Creamofsomeyounguy
What a great story!
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I woke up Sunday morning in remarkable condition. A bit woozy but nothing coffee and a long, hot shower couldn't make right. I set about my morning routine thinking about last night. I knew my rejuvenated desires would overrule any reluctance to take on another lover after 15 years of swearing off extramarital sex. I seduced that young man last night and I knew exactly what I was doing. Why else would I wear my tightest black yoga pants that left nothing to the imagination...on top of high heels! What I was doing was exerting my powers to seduce. I learned in my early 20's how I could work my magic with a young guy my age. It was exhilarating to be able to entice an attractive guy into my spider web. This ego-enhancing skill only increased as I moved thru my 20's into my 30's. My body somehow shaped into an hour glass. My hair grew thicker and longer. I learned how to use make-up to my advantage without looking slutty (that would be reserved for only two men later in my life). My face developed into a perfect oval with almond, piercing eyes. My full lips begged to be kissed...and be a source of pleasure. I came easily at least 3 times while impaled on Michael's cock (yes, his name was Michael. More about that later). I hadn't felt that good an orgasm since the last time I was with another Michael at my H.S. reunion. I rolled off young Michael last night and took him deep, deep inside me and told him to fuck me. Wooh, did he ever. He came about 1/2 hour into our traditional man on top position. It was wonderful. I sent him home a very happy, young man. Now, what to do. I promised him one more night. It was Sunday and I was leaving for the Keys Tuesday morning.
I sent him a text at about 11 a.m.
"Hi. How are you"?
"I'm good. How are you"?
"A little hung over but not as bad as yesterday morning".
"So, what's your schedule? I'm leaving Tuesday morning", was my very forward message.
"Well, my Mom is coming home Monday morning", came the blunt reply. I guess there was only one option open.
"O.K., well then, I guess you should come up tonight. How about sushi at 6?, was my quick thinking answer.
"That would be great. I'll bring a bottle of white".
This was incredible. Here I was having a 3 night in a row affair with the younger guy downstairs. My husband was going to die...and go to heaven when I got him stoned and told him this latest escapade of mine.
"Perfect. I'll order the sushi to be delivered here. I'll leave the door unlocked for you. Just come in and upstairs. I'll be expecting you", I flirted with a kiss, kiss emoji.
"He sent back a couple dancing together emoji which I found very sexy.
I thought about what I should do for my latest lover before I depart for the tropics. It didn't take long for my devious mind to come up with a sexy plan. I would be a Japanese concubine. When I pulled my hair back tightly and did up my eye make-up, I could really turn into a fantasy woman. We were already past the initial uncomfortable phase. I was going to show this young guy what a vixen looked like.
About 4 o'clock I started my routine. The apartment was clean, orderly, and set up for a hot date night. I quivered as I shaved my legs in the shower just laughing at the wonder of it all. Sex had to be our greatest pleasure and I had had my share of great sex. I never expected this gift to come my way this late in my life. I would enjoy this young man tonight and give him my best.
I sent him a text at about 11 a.m.
"Hi. How are you"?
"I'm good. How are you"?
"A little hung over but not as bad as yesterday morning".
"So, what's your schedule? I'm leaving Tuesday morning", was my very forward message.
"Well, my Mom is coming home Monday morning", came the blunt reply. I guess there was only one option open.
"O.K., well then, I guess you should come up tonight. How about sushi at 6?, was my quick thinking answer.
"That would be great. I'll bring a bottle of white".
This was incredible. Here I was having a 3 night in a row affair with the younger guy downstairs. My husband was going to die...and go to heaven when I got him stoned and told him this latest escapade of mine.
"Perfect. I'll order the sushi to be delivered here. I'll leave the door unlocked for you. Just come in and upstairs. I'll be expecting you", I flirted with a kiss, kiss emoji.
"He sent back a couple dancing together emoji which I found very sexy.
I thought about what I should do for my latest lover before I depart for the tropics. It didn't take long for my devious mind to come up with a sexy plan. I would be a Japanese concubine. When I pulled my hair back tightly and did up my eye make-up, I could really turn into a fantasy woman. We were already past the initial uncomfortable phase. I was going to show this young guy what a vixen looked like.
About 4 o'clock I started my routine. The apartment was clean, orderly, and set up for a hot date night. I quivered as I shaved my legs in the shower just laughing at the wonder of it all. Sex had to be our greatest pleasure and I had had my share of great sex. I never expected this gift to come my way this late in my life. I would enjoy this young man tonight and give him my best.
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I stepped out of the steamy shower clean, soft, and ready. I set about drying my hair, setting my hair, and starting my make-up. I hoped that Michael couldn't hear me prepping in the bathroom above him. I chose the brand new bra and panties set I had just bought at Victoria's Secret to surprise my hubby, but, tonight was special and I wanted to impress. I strapped the flowery bra around my back and it fit perfectly and pushed up my 34B breasts nicely. I slipped into the matching silk panties that felt so good on my sensitive pussy. I decided to wear the short, satin kimono robe my husband had given me for Valentine's Day a couple of years earlier. It fit me perfectly showing off my legs perfectly, especially when I wanted to wear high heels with it. Tonight, I wanted to. I ordered the sushi, set up a really good bottle of wine on the coffee table, lit some candles, dimmed the lights, and put on some really sensual, tantric music good for massages.
I took down my hair, then pulled it tightly into a chignon on top of my head. I even found the chopsticks I used to use in my bun to hold it together and drive my husband to distraction. When I exposed my full face and neck like that and colored my eyes, cheeks, and lips like I knew how to do, it was devastating. I was born to be a seductress. My husband knew it, I knew it, and the few men who were the beneficiaries of my sexuality were the luckiest guys in the world.
I was in the kitchen getting our table settings together when I heard the door open and heavy steps coming up the staircase.
"I'm in the kitchen", I called softly.
Michael entered the kitchen and did an immediate double take. As he looked me up and down, I teased him as he took me in.
"What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen a woman before"?, I purred as his eyes devoured me.
"Wow. Any girl in her 20's would die to have your legs. They are perfect. You are incredible. What a beautiful woman you are, Liz", he gushed as I gave him a sideways kiss so as not to muss my lipstick...at least not yet. We hugged and I asked him to bring the balloon wine glasses out to the coffee table. It was getting dark and the candles started to give the living room a sensuous glow. I poured our first glass of wine and we toasted to life, love, and lust.
The doorbell rang and I asked Michael to answer the door as I didn't want to go to the door looking like a harlot. He laughed and did as I asked. We settled down to sushi and wine...for now. The ganja would come along soon enough. I told him that I couldn't believe he didn't have a girlfriend. He shocked me when he told me that he had been married for 5 years but was now divorced. No children but they had split two years ago and that's why he was living with his mother at the age of 35. He was saving to buy a place and get back on his feet. I asked why they had split. His answer seemed incomplete as he said she didn't like his friends.
"Well, I'm glad you're getting back on your feet and there are no children involved".
"Yeah, I'm getting close to buying a place nearby". My ears perked up at this latest development. We could never carry on an affair with his mother downstairs, my husband at home, and three neighbors just across the hallway from our mutual apartments.
"That would be great"!, I said enthusiastically, giving away my desire for him. I looked at him with baleful eyes. He was very comforting. We sipped our wine and enjoyed the excellent sushi.
Everything was cool I liked this guy...a lot.
I took down my hair, then pulled it tightly into a chignon on top of my head. I even found the chopsticks I used to use in my bun to hold it together and drive my husband to distraction. When I exposed my full face and neck like that and colored my eyes, cheeks, and lips like I knew how to do, it was devastating. I was born to be a seductress. My husband knew it, I knew it, and the few men who were the beneficiaries of my sexuality were the luckiest guys in the world.
I was in the kitchen getting our table settings together when I heard the door open and heavy steps coming up the staircase.
"I'm in the kitchen", I called softly.
Michael entered the kitchen and did an immediate double take. As he looked me up and down, I teased him as he took me in.
"What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen a woman before"?, I purred as his eyes devoured me.
"Wow. Any girl in her 20's would die to have your legs. They are perfect. You are incredible. What a beautiful woman you are, Liz", he gushed as I gave him a sideways kiss so as not to muss my lipstick...at least not yet. We hugged and I asked him to bring the balloon wine glasses out to the coffee table. It was getting dark and the candles started to give the living room a sensuous glow. I poured our first glass of wine and we toasted to life, love, and lust.
The doorbell rang and I asked Michael to answer the door as I didn't want to go to the door looking like a harlot. He laughed and did as I asked. We settled down to sushi and wine...for now. The ganja would come along soon enough. I told him that I couldn't believe he didn't have a girlfriend. He shocked me when he told me that he had been married for 5 years but was now divorced. No children but they had split two years ago and that's why he was living with his mother at the age of 35. He was saving to buy a place and get back on his feet. I asked why they had split. His answer seemed incomplete as he said she didn't like his friends.
"Well, I'm glad you're getting back on your feet and there are no children involved".
"Yeah, I'm getting close to buying a place nearby". My ears perked up at this latest development. We could never carry on an affair with his mother downstairs, my husband at home, and three neighbors just across the hallway from our mutual apartments.
"That would be great"!, I said enthusiastically, giving away my desire for him. I looked at him with baleful eyes. He was very comforting. We sipped our wine and enjoyed the excellent sushi.
Everything was cool I liked this guy...a lot.
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We dissected the various sushi and shared mouthfuls by way of chopsticks. We were intimate friends by now and could make each other laugh. As my capacity of sushi reached it's limits, I sat back and quaffed my wine, feeling very good indeed. Michael filled our glasses and I saw it come out of his jacket pocket. The biggest, badest blunt I had ever laid eyes on. He motioned to me as if to ask if I wanted to sample. I gave him a smirk and told him to light that bad boy...and fast. I felt good. I felt young. I felt desire...and lust...for the first time in a long time. I had fallen into a nice, explosive orgasm routine with my husband every week or two...then back to life. This was different. This was something I hadn't felt in a long time. Long, slow fucking for hours with a guy with a talented cock.
I blushed as my thoughts caressed my libido as I took my first draw on the cigar filling my mouth. I didn't choke or cough this time.
"I'm getting used to your dope, man", I teased. He laughed. We sipped more wine as the room became hazy and our minds turned to mutual ideas. I told him that he had the same name as my 2nd lover. He gasped on his inhalation and we both giggled.
"What do you mean"?, he asked as he passed the blunt back to me.
"Well, Jim was my first lover but there was one more after Jim", I teased.
"You have to tell me about this", he gushed.
"OK, well, I was near the end of my relationship with Jim when I met up with an older classmate at our shared H.S. reunion. We were making eyes at each other at the homecoming football game, than talked that night at a classmate's house til the wee hours. We connected and he contacted me at my workplace in New York by email. We started emailing back and forth, and, of course, it became flirtatious, and I ended up telling him to take me out to dinner next time he was in New York (he lived in Chicago). A few months later he was in town and we went to dinner in Manhattan. Very sexy. We were very attracted to each other. We had kissed in high school but never pursued our mutual attraction for each other. Now we were adults in our 50's and had the freedom to see each other. We would move to a hotel across the river, take a bath together, then fuck our brains out. He was a couple of years older than me but he could make me scream".
Wow! That's just incredible", was all Michael could blurt out.
"So, you remind me of Jim, my younger, first lover and you have the same name as my second lover. You can't make it up. Life is ironic in many ways".
We were in a trance as the tantric music taunted our ears and the candlelight seduced our eyes. I rubbed his shoulder as we sipped more wine and let the ganja take full effect over our minds and our desires. Our thoughts were both drifting to moving to the bedroom.
"Your pot is incredible. I never smoke 3 nights in a row, but this is so good. This could become addictive", I said with a seductive smile.
He gave me a serious look that sent chills down my spine right to my pussy. I knew he wanted to fuck me and it felt so good to see a guy half my age lusting after me.
"Why don't we take one more glass of wine and that ganja blunt into my inner sanctum and see what happens", I cooed, as my hand drifted down from his shoulder to his upper thigh. He was beside himself and moved in for a kiss. We kissed softly, intimately. I licked his tongue as a signal as to what was to come. We moved the party to the master bedroom.
I blushed as my thoughts caressed my libido as I took my first draw on the cigar filling my mouth. I didn't choke or cough this time.
"I'm getting used to your dope, man", I teased. He laughed. We sipped more wine as the room became hazy and our minds turned to mutual ideas. I told him that he had the same name as my 2nd lover. He gasped on his inhalation and we both giggled.
"What do you mean"?, he asked as he passed the blunt back to me.
"Well, Jim was my first lover but there was one more after Jim", I teased.
"You have to tell me about this", he gushed.
"OK, well, I was near the end of my relationship with Jim when I met up with an older classmate at our shared H.S. reunion. We were making eyes at each other at the homecoming football game, than talked that night at a classmate's house til the wee hours. We connected and he contacted me at my workplace in New York by email. We started emailing back and forth, and, of course, it became flirtatious, and I ended up telling him to take me out to dinner next time he was in New York (he lived in Chicago). A few months later he was in town and we went to dinner in Manhattan. Very sexy. We were very attracted to each other. We had kissed in high school but never pursued our mutual attraction for each other. Now we were adults in our 50's and had the freedom to see each other. We would move to a hotel across the river, take a bath together, then fuck our brains out. He was a couple of years older than me but he could make me scream".
Wow! That's just incredible", was all Michael could blurt out.
"So, you remind me of Jim, my younger, first lover and you have the same name as my second lover. You can't make it up. Life is ironic in many ways".
We were in a trance as the tantric music taunted our ears and the candlelight seduced our eyes. I rubbed his shoulder as we sipped more wine and let the ganja take full effect over our minds and our desires. Our thoughts were both drifting to moving to the bedroom.
"Your pot is incredible. I never smoke 3 nights in a row, but this is so good. This could become addictive", I said with a seductive smile.
He gave me a serious look that sent chills down my spine right to my pussy. I knew he wanted to fuck me and it felt so good to see a guy half my age lusting after me.
"Why don't we take one more glass of wine and that ganja blunt into my inner sanctum and see what happens", I cooed, as my hand drifted down from his shoulder to his upper thigh. He was beside himself and moved in for a kiss. We kissed softly, intimately. I licked his tongue as a signal as to what was to come. We moved the party to the master bedroom.
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Michael brought the blunt and two candles as I grabbed the wine glasses and the wireless speaker. The music was mesmerizing. I suggested he get comfortable in my bed, once again, as I repaired to the powder room to freshen up. I was flushed, obviously turned-on, and very stoned. All the ingredients required for a night of incredible sex. I hardly needed to blush my cheeks but I did and then applied the reddest, creamiest lipstick to my mouth. I checked myself in the mirror and saw a virtual geisha girl in the reflection. I was ready.
Michael had made himself comfortable once again by donning his slacks and showing an impressive erection once again. I giggled and joined him under the covers. As we warmed up, we kicked the covers down to the bottom of the bed. He kept complementing me on my gorgeous legs and I held them up to show him. He said he didn't know anyone with suck beautiful, perfectly shapely gams. I told him I was flattered and that I was blessed with a younger woman's body. I told him the story about when my husband went to our local dry cleaners and the Korean-American owner told him his wife has a body of a teenager! We laughed for years about his blunt assessment of my body. Michael enjoyed that story and said it was still true.
My hand moved closer to rub his thigh close to his erection.
"Do you want to know about the last times I was with Jim and Michael"?, I asked in an erotic voice as I started to massage his hard dick.
"Sure", he answered as we took our last drag of the ganja magic smoke.
" Well, I had broken up with Jim shortly after 9-11 because nothing felt right after that tragedy. But, he begged me to see him one more time. I relented and we met midway shortly before Thanksgiving for a daytime date at a Holiday Inn. He asked me to wear my thigh high stockings and a short skirt, so I did. But, I wanted to get a bottle of white wine to sip while we were together, so, I went into this liquor store in the city where we were meeting and all the male employees were staring at me because my stocking tops were showing. This was a weekday early afternoon and I looked like a slut going to entertain a client. We ended up laughing about it and we fucked for about 4 hours. He was an incredible lover but our time had run it's course.
"Then Michael came into the picture and I was enamored by his musical talent. artistic ways, and talented fingers. I had to go to a work convention in Las Vegas for a week and ended up late one night stripping in my hotel room, opening the drapes to the Las Vegas skyline, and spreading my legs on the couch and giving myself an orgasm thinking about Michael. It was intense.
"We saw each other infrequently because of the distance and he ended up marrying the gal he was living with and started to feel guilty. I convinced him to get a room near mine in the hotel where we had our last H.S. reunion. He couldn't resist. After the Saturday evening dinner and dance, I told him to come up to my room and we would have fun. I undressed and put on a tank top and panties, lit two candles, poured two glasses of wine, and waited for him. 20 minutes later there was a knock at the door. He came in and I suggested he get comfortable on the bed, have a glass of wine, and smoke some pot with me. Kind of like we're doing now".
I started unbuttoning his shirt. I ran my hand down his taut torso.
"So, what happened"?, he said impatiently and obviously very turned on.
"Well, we got very stoned and he went down on me, then he fucked me like a ragdoll, which is what I wanted, We fucked until about 4:30 in the morning. He slipped back to his room just in time to shower and make it to the class breakfast. We were both satiated.
"That was the last time I had sex with a man outside my marriage until you came along. What is it about you that makes me want to fuck you all night"? I moved his undies down his legs and out of sight. The bottles of massage oil and baby oil were both on the nightstand.
"Would you hand me one of those bottles"?, I asked gently. He handed me the coconut massage oil and I went to work.
I poured the oil over his prolific erection and he laid back against the headboard. I softly massaged and stroked his thick cock with the oil. He swooned and asked me to tell him more about Jim. This came as a surprise. Much like my husband, he wanted to know more about my dalliances with "Big Jim".
"O.K., he pursued me relentlessly once we began fucking. He would complain later that his girlfriend (who I worked with at the same restaurant!) couldn't handle his size. The amazing thing was, she was a bigger woman than me but I guess I was better at accommodating his girth. He was massive. They broke up, which secretly pleased me. I wanted him all to myself. He never had another girlfriend for all the time we were doing it. He lusted after me and I couldn't get enough of him. We fucked every chance we got. After work in his apartment, at his house after he bought a home, his hot tub, his shower stall, his bedroom. All night long. Anytime we could see each other. It was demonic.
"Wow. You are about the sexiest woman I have ever met. I want to give you a massage now.
This surprised me but I relented and removed my short robe revealing my Victoria's Secret bra and panties. He groaned and couldn't believe how sexual I was. I took off my heels and the lingerie and laid on my stomach naked to this young guy I had just invited into my home 3 nights previous.
Michael had made himself comfortable once again by donning his slacks and showing an impressive erection once again. I giggled and joined him under the covers. As we warmed up, we kicked the covers down to the bottom of the bed. He kept complementing me on my gorgeous legs and I held them up to show him. He said he didn't know anyone with suck beautiful, perfectly shapely gams. I told him I was flattered and that I was blessed with a younger woman's body. I told him the story about when my husband went to our local dry cleaners and the Korean-American owner told him his wife has a body of a teenager! We laughed for years about his blunt assessment of my body. Michael enjoyed that story and said it was still true.
My hand moved closer to rub his thigh close to his erection.
"Do you want to know about the last times I was with Jim and Michael"?, I asked in an erotic voice as I started to massage his hard dick.
"Sure", he answered as we took our last drag of the ganja magic smoke.
" Well, I had broken up with Jim shortly after 9-11 because nothing felt right after that tragedy. But, he begged me to see him one more time. I relented and we met midway shortly before Thanksgiving for a daytime date at a Holiday Inn. He asked me to wear my thigh high stockings and a short skirt, so I did. But, I wanted to get a bottle of white wine to sip while we were together, so, I went into this liquor store in the city where we were meeting and all the male employees were staring at me because my stocking tops were showing. This was a weekday early afternoon and I looked like a slut going to entertain a client. We ended up laughing about it and we fucked for about 4 hours. He was an incredible lover but our time had run it's course.
"Then Michael came into the picture and I was enamored by his musical talent. artistic ways, and talented fingers. I had to go to a work convention in Las Vegas for a week and ended up late one night stripping in my hotel room, opening the drapes to the Las Vegas skyline, and spreading my legs on the couch and giving myself an orgasm thinking about Michael. It was intense.
"We saw each other infrequently because of the distance and he ended up marrying the gal he was living with and started to feel guilty. I convinced him to get a room near mine in the hotel where we had our last H.S. reunion. He couldn't resist. After the Saturday evening dinner and dance, I told him to come up to my room and we would have fun. I undressed and put on a tank top and panties, lit two candles, poured two glasses of wine, and waited for him. 20 minutes later there was a knock at the door. He came in and I suggested he get comfortable on the bed, have a glass of wine, and smoke some pot with me. Kind of like we're doing now".
I started unbuttoning his shirt. I ran my hand down his taut torso.
"So, what happened"?, he said impatiently and obviously very turned on.
"Well, we got very stoned and he went down on me, then he fucked me like a ragdoll, which is what I wanted, We fucked until about 4:30 in the morning. He slipped back to his room just in time to shower and make it to the class breakfast. We were both satiated.
"That was the last time I had sex with a man outside my marriage until you came along. What is it about you that makes me want to fuck you all night"? I moved his undies down his legs and out of sight. The bottles of massage oil and baby oil were both on the nightstand.
"Would you hand me one of those bottles"?, I asked gently. He handed me the coconut massage oil and I went to work.
I poured the oil over his prolific erection and he laid back against the headboard. I softly massaged and stroked his thick cock with the oil. He swooned and asked me to tell him more about Jim. This came as a surprise. Much like my husband, he wanted to know more about my dalliances with "Big Jim".
"O.K., he pursued me relentlessly once we began fucking. He would complain later that his girlfriend (who I worked with at the same restaurant!) couldn't handle his size. The amazing thing was, she was a bigger woman than me but I guess I was better at accommodating his girth. He was massive. They broke up, which secretly pleased me. I wanted him all to myself. He never had another girlfriend for all the time we were doing it. He lusted after me and I couldn't get enough of him. We fucked every chance we got. After work in his apartment, at his house after he bought a home, his hot tub, his shower stall, his bedroom. All night long. Anytime we could see each other. It was demonic.
"Wow. You are about the sexiest woman I have ever met. I want to give you a massage now.
This surprised me but I relented and removed my short robe revealing my Victoria's Secret bra and panties. He groaned and couldn't believe how sexual I was. I took off my heels and the lingerie and laid on my stomach naked to this young guy I had just invited into my home 3 nights previous.
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Michael positioned himself above my naked body and I was yearning for his touch. The warm oil pored oved my neck and back. His hands moved rapidly over my muscles and I groaned softly as his strength kneaded my soreness. The music played on in the bedroom and our bodies lusted to repeat the lovemaking we had experienced the previous night. The drizzle of oil ran down my crack and I gasped as his soft fingers ran up and down my anal opening giving me randy thoughts. He gently massaged my legs with the oil and I was glistening from neck to toes. He ran his well oiled hands all over my buttocks and massaged each cheek sensuously. His attention moved to my groin area. His hand delved deeper and closer to my honey pot and I was reacting like a tempest. My hips rose involuntarily and he took the hint to move his oil treatment to my vaginal lips, clitoris, and back over the anal area. I started groaning and his fingers became more aggressive on my pussy. I lifted up and encouraged his full access to all orifices and erogenous zones. My scream gave away my first orgasm and I convulsed on his hand diddling my vaginal walls. I begged him to fuck me. But, he had other ideas. He flipped me over exposing my breasts, cunt, and pleading eyes to his full view. He continued oiling me up. I was going berserk. I wanted him inside of me and reached for his cock. He pulled back out of my reach and I sighed in exasperation. Michael expertly ran oil all over my front and dove into my pussy with an unexpectedly talented tongue and mouth. I swooned and thought I would have a coronary. His tongue lapped and traced lines over my vaginal lips, then his tongue probed deep into my pussy eliciting squeals of delight from my other worldly voice. I stroked his hair, called him 'baby', told him to never stop. He expertly reached my waiting breasts with his hands and massaged me into a heavenly state. I came on his tongue, his lips, until he was soaked with my love juices. I pulled him up frantically and reached for his cock. It was hard, it was ready, it was true. He slid inside of me as I guided him and stared into his lustful eyes and told him to take me. He took up the challenge and entered me with great width. It was remarkable how he was able to stretch me like I was 35 years old again. My eyes widened as he indeed took me and made me his partner. His agent. His concubine. I relinquished any control and submitted to his whim. He pumped me hard and I held on tightly. He moved me over to the side of the bed and my head hung over the side. He pounded me like a rag doll as I yelled "yes, yes, yes. Don't stop". It felt so fucking good, I didn't want it to ever end. We made love for hours on that marital bed of mine and we enjoyed orgasm after amazing orgasm. More than I thought possible at this point in my life.
We finally fell asleep in each other's arms until morning when I sent him home. His last comment...
"I'm closing on a townhouse in the next town in another month". I smiled and gave him an encouraging kiss as we parted.
We finally fell asleep in each other's arms until morning when I sent him home. His last comment...
"I'm closing on a townhouse in the next town in another month". I smiled and gave him an encouraging kiss as we parted.
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'I've been texting with Michael", Liz said softly with a seductive smile on her beautiful face. Her manicured finger traced a line on her wine glass.
We were at her favorite Italian restaurant on a Saturday night and she looked scrumptious. She had gotten her hair cut earlier that day and she looked very sassy and sexy. I loved her blond bombshell look for years but this was intriguing, shorter, curlier, even sexier. It had been 2 months since her rendezvous at our apartment with the 35 year old single guy that reminded her of Jim, her premier lover for 13 years. He had closed on his townhouse about 10 miles north of our town and had moved in.
"Oh, really? , I said calmly as I started to get butterflies in my stomach.
"Yeah...pretty regularly since he moved out downstairs. I'd be mortified if his mother ever found out."
"So, what's been going on with him"?
"Well, very busy with work and moving in to his new place. He bought a nice two bedroom townhouse and it has a wood burning fireplace", she said excitedly.
"Oh, wow. Does he flirt with you"?, I teased. She blushed a bit and lowered her eyes. My stomach started doing flips.
"Well, of course! What would you expect"?, she offered somewhat nervously.
"Oh, really?", I continued to tease.
"Yes, in fact, he asked if I could come over next Saturday evening and teach him how to cook fish", her alluring face staring me down in her most seductive voice. My heart started to beat stronger. She must have recognized my excitement and said in a low voice:
"We can talk about it at home, baby. I'll tell you a whole scenario that I'm thinking about". My erection strained at my pants for the rest of our dinner as the toe of her stiletto high heel slowly caressed my calf.
We were at her favorite Italian restaurant on a Saturday night and she looked scrumptious. She had gotten her hair cut earlier that day and she looked very sassy and sexy. I loved her blond bombshell look for years but this was intriguing, shorter, curlier, even sexier. It had been 2 months since her rendezvous at our apartment with the 35 year old single guy that reminded her of Jim, her premier lover for 13 years. He had closed on his townhouse about 10 miles north of our town and had moved in.
"Oh, really? , I said calmly as I started to get butterflies in my stomach.
"Yeah...pretty regularly since he moved out downstairs. I'd be mortified if his mother ever found out."
"So, what's been going on with him"?
"Well, very busy with work and moving in to his new place. He bought a nice two bedroom townhouse and it has a wood burning fireplace", she said excitedly.
"Oh, wow. Does he flirt with you"?, I teased. She blushed a bit and lowered her eyes. My stomach started doing flips.
"Well, of course! What would you expect"?, she offered somewhat nervously.
"Oh, really?", I continued to tease.
"Yes, in fact, he asked if I could come over next Saturday evening and teach him how to cook fish", her alluring face staring me down in her most seductive voice. My heart started to beat stronger. She must have recognized my excitement and said in a low voice:
"We can talk about it at home, baby. I'll tell you a whole scenario that I'm thinking about". My erection strained at my pants for the rest of our dinner as the toe of her stiletto high heel slowly caressed my calf.
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We made our way home in our car as Liz seemed relaxed and I was outwardly calm but with turmoil churning inside. She headed for the bathroom to primp and entice me even more. I was well experienced in the ways of my wife when she wanted something...like another man's cock. I opened a bottle of wine and lit some candles, leaving the living room dark to make it all the more erotic. I chose slow, sexy blues for our music to get stoned by.
While Liz was getting seductive in the bathroom, I slipped into my chinese silk bathrobe and waited on the couch. Soon enough, I heard the familiar clacking of her heels on the wooden floor. She entered the living room looking divine. The haircut made her look 10 years younger and she seemed to revel in her new look. She wore the shortest shorts she had ever dared to wear for me with a shear, see-thru top, and her patented high heels giving me a delightful view of her beautiful legs. I was enthralled. We settled into our familiar routine of sipping wine, taking hits on the vape pen, and getting increasingly sexually turned on.
"So, what did you have in mind with your new boyfriend"?, I ventured. Liz smiled sheepishly and took a big gulp of her wine.
"Well, as I said, he invited me to visit him next Saturday evening and help him cook and have dinner with him".
"What else"?. was my instant retort.
"Well, of course, he wants me to stay and drink wine, smoke pot with him, and fuck like bunnies", she blurted out hysterically. We both laughed out loud at her bluntness.
"I can't drive home after getting as stoned as we do, so would you mind if I stayed overnight"?, as her hand started massaging my erect dick. She was exquisite in her seductive powers and I marveled at how much she was reminding me of her at half her age asking me for the same freedom.
Her massage continued with baby oil in the bedroom as she described in exquisite detail her plan for the Saturday sleepover with her new, younger lover.
While Liz was getting seductive in the bathroom, I slipped into my chinese silk bathrobe and waited on the couch. Soon enough, I heard the familiar clacking of her heels on the wooden floor. She entered the living room looking divine. The haircut made her look 10 years younger and she seemed to revel in her new look. She wore the shortest shorts she had ever dared to wear for me with a shear, see-thru top, and her patented high heels giving me a delightful view of her beautiful legs. I was enthralled. We settled into our familiar routine of sipping wine, taking hits on the vape pen, and getting increasingly sexually turned on.
"So, what did you have in mind with your new boyfriend"?, I ventured. Liz smiled sheepishly and took a big gulp of her wine.
"Well, as I said, he invited me to visit him next Saturday evening and help him cook and have dinner with him".
"What else"?. was my instant retort.
"Well, of course, he wants me to stay and drink wine, smoke pot with him, and fuck like bunnies", she blurted out hysterically. We both laughed out loud at her bluntness.
"I can't drive home after getting as stoned as we do, so would you mind if I stayed overnight"?, as her hand started massaging my erect dick. She was exquisite in her seductive powers and I marveled at how much she was reminding me of her at half her age asking me for the same freedom.
Her massage continued with baby oil in the bedroom as she described in exquisite detail her plan for the Saturday sleepover with her new, younger lover.
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I strained not to cum as my beautiful wife reeled off an exquisite seduction scenario with her well endowed new lover. I licked her pussy and massaged her breasts as she moaned and gushed, obviously thinking of her latest paramour. I didn't care. I was so excited at the prospect of her fucking another guy I brought her to a screaming orgasm, mounted her, and came in a minute, unable to control my excitement.
Her description of what eventually ensued-
"Well, of course, I did all my beauty treatments during the week and prepped endlessly that day wanting to look really good for him. I drove the 10 miles to his townhouse and he welcomed me with a hug and a big smile. He gave me a tour of the place and already had a nice fire going in the living room. We sat on his couch and relaxed with a glass of wine. He looked really good and I was excited for the evening. We eventually moved to his kitchen and I started giving him a lesson on cooking fresh fish. Then he poured us a second glass of wine and we really started to relax with each other. He'd stand close behind me at the stove and rub his hand over my tight jeans. I would just giggle and tell him to pay attention. He set the table and we settled down to a romantic, candlelit dinner. He loved my cooking and I was happy that it turned out so well. Then he started pulling out the ganja blunts he loves to roll and pouring me more wine. I accused him of trying to seduce me. We laughed and passed the huge doobie back and forth getting blissfully stoned...and horny. Very horny.
"The darkened room began to glow as he added more wood to the fire and we were entranced together by the flames. I decided to do a shortened version of my famous disappearing act into Jim's bathroom after dinner and emerging as a slut in heavy make-up and lingerie. This night I had already gotten a bit dolled-up and just wanted to enhance the experience...for both of us. You know how much I enjoy getting sexed up. I excused myself to his bathroom and stripped down to my skin. Stockings, bustier, high heels, a little more smokey eyes, red lipstick and I was ready to roll. Feeling very stoned and very horny, I ventured out to his living room. Michael had cleaned up the dining area and was fidgeting on his couch in anticipation.
"I strutted out in heels, stockinged, alluring legs, and a bodice that hugged my breasts and waist. His jaw dropped as I danced in front of him to the music wafting from his speakers. My outfit sparkled in the reflection of the flames adding to the seductive atmosphere. I eventually sat down next to him and accepted his latest pour. I could easily discern the tent forming in his loose pants. We kissed for a minute and he told me how beautiful I looked. It was nice to hear from a much younger guy. I caressed his leg as we moved into a familiar place. A place reserved for lovers. Soft kisses, caresses, excitement and anticipation building. He insisted we take one more toke and I was not going to refuse. He has such great pot. He blew his exhaling smoke into my mouth and I inhaled deeply and gave him a passionate, slow kiss. I suggested we move to his bedroom but he said he had a better idea. He threw several cushions and pillows on the floor in front of the fireplace and took my hand. We sat down on the cushions and started making out. He slowly removed my bustier as I laid back offering myself to him. He went down on me and ever so slowly licked and nibbled my vaginal lips, driving me crazy. I was leaking and lubricating like mad begging him to fuck me when he said he wanted to try a certain position.
"That's when the fun began.
Her description of what eventually ensued-
"Well, of course, I did all my beauty treatments during the week and prepped endlessly that day wanting to look really good for him. I drove the 10 miles to his townhouse and he welcomed me with a hug and a big smile. He gave me a tour of the place and already had a nice fire going in the living room. We sat on his couch and relaxed with a glass of wine. He looked really good and I was excited for the evening. We eventually moved to his kitchen and I started giving him a lesson on cooking fresh fish. Then he poured us a second glass of wine and we really started to relax with each other. He'd stand close behind me at the stove and rub his hand over my tight jeans. I would just giggle and tell him to pay attention. He set the table and we settled down to a romantic, candlelit dinner. He loved my cooking and I was happy that it turned out so well. Then he started pulling out the ganja blunts he loves to roll and pouring me more wine. I accused him of trying to seduce me. We laughed and passed the huge doobie back and forth getting blissfully stoned...and horny. Very horny.
"The darkened room began to glow as he added more wood to the fire and we were entranced together by the flames. I decided to do a shortened version of my famous disappearing act into Jim's bathroom after dinner and emerging as a slut in heavy make-up and lingerie. This night I had already gotten a bit dolled-up and just wanted to enhance the experience...for both of us. You know how much I enjoy getting sexed up. I excused myself to his bathroom and stripped down to my skin. Stockings, bustier, high heels, a little more smokey eyes, red lipstick and I was ready to roll. Feeling very stoned and very horny, I ventured out to his living room. Michael had cleaned up the dining area and was fidgeting on his couch in anticipation.
"I strutted out in heels, stockinged, alluring legs, and a bodice that hugged my breasts and waist. His jaw dropped as I danced in front of him to the music wafting from his speakers. My outfit sparkled in the reflection of the flames adding to the seductive atmosphere. I eventually sat down next to him and accepted his latest pour. I could easily discern the tent forming in his loose pants. We kissed for a minute and he told me how beautiful I looked. It was nice to hear from a much younger guy. I caressed his leg as we moved into a familiar place. A place reserved for lovers. Soft kisses, caresses, excitement and anticipation building. He insisted we take one more toke and I was not going to refuse. He has such great pot. He blew his exhaling smoke into my mouth and I inhaled deeply and gave him a passionate, slow kiss. I suggested we move to his bedroom but he said he had a better idea. He threw several cushions and pillows on the floor in front of the fireplace and took my hand. We sat down on the cushions and started making out. He slowly removed my bustier as I laid back offering myself to him. He went down on me and ever so slowly licked and nibbled my vaginal lips, driving me crazy. I was leaking and lubricating like mad begging him to fuck me when he said he wanted to try a certain position.
"That's when the fun began.
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"He pulled me up and sat back on the cushions. I knelt in front of him and stroked his cock. I asked him what he wanted me to do. He told me to sit facing him and wrap my legs around his. I knew this was his plan all along but wanted to make sure. I had experienced this position before. It was Jim's favorite and drove me to screaming orgasms. Michael was really living up to my fantasy to have Jim one more time. This was deja vu and I seductively lowered myself staring deep into his eyes. My legs snaked around his back as he pulled me closer to his groin. We fell into a passionate kiss as our loins moved closer and closer to union. I felt his hand go down and direct his staff slowly into my waiting cunt like a heat-seeking missile. I gasped into his open mouth as his girth stretched me and his length probed my insides. We united on those pillows right in front of his fireplace and I remembered. I remembered how incredibly stimulating it is to be directly facing each other in a sitting position. A lotus position where everything is touching everything. Jim and I made love like this for hours non-stop a couple of times. It left me weak, drained, but satiated beyond words. This was going to be just as good, if not better, as our pelvises started to grind against each other. I held him in a vise like grip, taking his thrusts deeper and deeper.
This was going to be good and I knew he could last as long as I wanted. Heaven.
This was going to be good and I knew he could last as long as I wanted. Heaven.
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We held each other tight as we kissed and became comfortable with each other. Soon enough, the kissing and the rhythm of his penis penetrating me had me swooning. My pussy walls gripped him like a velvet glove as his shaft caressed every fiber inside of me. He was so hard and it felt so good as my vagina took all of him. We were so high, so blissful, everything felt so good, as we made love in front of that fireplace. I wrapped myself around him and held on for dear life as he pumped me harder. My insides exploded in sensuous delight. The orgasm was not far off. He stopped, and, frantically, I began fucking him in a sensuous, erotic way that drove us both crazy. He held me up by my buttock cheeks as I made love to this young man...probably as good as I've ever done to a man. Call it maturity or experience, but I knew what he wanted ...and it was what I wanted, too. I took his full length in slow, erotic draws then slamming him in quick, forceful thrusts. HE FELT SO GOOD INSIDE OF ME! I fell into a trance and my mind wandered to those days of sex and pot with Jim.
We fell for each other, convention be damned. I was married 10 years, 2 children. He was dating one of the waitresses at the restaurant. Our eyes would lock and it was understood...we would meet that night and fuck to our heart's content. I would primp and powder myself every Friday afternoon preparing myself for him...to give myself to him...to take his pleasure and give him mine. I would walk into work looking like a vixen. All the younger girls would emulate my style of shorter, tight black skirt and tighter white blouse. Hair perfect, make-up divine, I would present myself to him and he would bring me a hot mug of coffee. We would talk quietly as our eyes conveyed everything we were thinking and looking forward to. I would try to maintain my composure and my pristine looks but by the end of the shift I was a little disheveled. I would check out with the other waitresses and have a glass of wine, appearing calm but dying to get in my Audi and drive the 10 miles to Jim's apartment. I would say goodnight and move to the ladies room to enhance my appearance, and, I must say, I could pull it off. Fresh blush, red lipstick and I was a doll again. I would slip out the back door and start the short journey to Jim's where I knew he would be waiting for me, showered, fresh, clean, with wine opened, candles lit, and music playing. I would start to get palpably excited on the way. I could feel my pussy lubricating and my stomach churning. I would be greeted by an intimate friend and we would sit on his couch. He would always wear thin pajama bottoms just so I could see how excited he was and that would really turn me on as we drank wine, smoked pot, and laughed like old friends. The ganja would always spur me to start stroking his cock thru the thinnies. I would get him so hard, I would get down on my knees and give him the longest, sexiest blow jobs he ever enjoyed. Even if he came in my mouth, and he often did, I knew he would take me in his bedroom, strip me down to bare skin, lick and suck my pussy and clitoris to orgasm, and then fuck me beyond my wildest dreams.
We fell for each other, convention be damned. I was married 10 years, 2 children. He was dating one of the waitresses at the restaurant. Our eyes would lock and it was understood...we would meet that night and fuck to our heart's content. I would primp and powder myself every Friday afternoon preparing myself for him...to give myself to him...to take his pleasure and give him mine. I would walk into work looking like a vixen. All the younger girls would emulate my style of shorter, tight black skirt and tighter white blouse. Hair perfect, make-up divine, I would present myself to him and he would bring me a hot mug of coffee. We would talk quietly as our eyes conveyed everything we were thinking and looking forward to. I would try to maintain my composure and my pristine looks but by the end of the shift I was a little disheveled. I would check out with the other waitresses and have a glass of wine, appearing calm but dying to get in my Audi and drive the 10 miles to Jim's apartment. I would say goodnight and move to the ladies room to enhance my appearance, and, I must say, I could pull it off. Fresh blush, red lipstick and I was a doll again. I would slip out the back door and start the short journey to Jim's where I knew he would be waiting for me, showered, fresh, clean, with wine opened, candles lit, and music playing. I would start to get palpably excited on the way. I could feel my pussy lubricating and my stomach churning. I would be greeted by an intimate friend and we would sit on his couch. He would always wear thin pajama bottoms just so I could see how excited he was and that would really turn me on as we drank wine, smoked pot, and laughed like old friends. The ganja would always spur me to start stroking his cock thru the thinnies. I would get him so hard, I would get down on my knees and give him the longest, sexiest blow jobs he ever enjoyed. Even if he came in my mouth, and he often did, I knew he would take me in his bedroom, strip me down to bare skin, lick and suck my pussy and clitoris to orgasm, and then fuck me beyond my wildest dreams.
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We held each other tight as we kissed and became comfortable with each other. Soon enough, the kissing and the rhythm of his penis penetrating me had me swooning. My pussy walls gripped him like a velvet glove as his shaft caressed every fiber inside of me. He was so hard and it felt so good as my vagina took all of him. We were so high, so blissful, everything felt so good, as we made love in front of that fireplace. I wrapped myself around him and held on for dear life as he pumped me harder. My insides exploded in sensuous delight. The orgasm was not far off. He stopped, and, frantically, I began fucking him in a sensuous, erotic way that drove us both crazy. He held me up by my buttock cheeks as I made love to this young man...probably as good as I've ever done to a man. Call it maturity or experience, but I knew what he wanted ...and it was what I wanted, too. I took his full length in slow, erotic draws then slamming him in quick, forceful thrusts. HE FELT SO GOOD INSIDE OF ME! I fell into a trance and my mind wandered to those days of sex and pot with Jim.
We fell for each other, convention be damned. I was married 10 years, 2 children. He was dating one of the waitresses at the restaurant. Our eyes would lock and it was understood...we would meet that night and fuck to our heart's content. I would primp and powder myself every Friday afternoon preparing myself for him...to give myself to him...to take his pleasure and give him mine. I would walk into work looking like a vixen. All the younger girls would emulate my style of shorter, tight black skirt and tighter white blouse. Hair perfect, make-up divine, I would present myself to him and he would bring me a hot mug of coffee. We would talk quietly as our eyes conveyed everything we were thinking and looking forward to. I would try to maintain my composure and my pristine looks but by the end of the shift I was a little disheveled. I would check out with the other waitresses and have a glass of wine, appearing calm but dying to get in my Audi and drive the 10 miles to Jim's apartment. I would say goodnight and move to the ladies room to enhance my appearance, and, I must say, I could pull it off. Fresh blush, red lipstick and I was a doll again. I would slip out the back door and start the short journey to Jim's where I knew he would be waiting for me, showered, fresh, clean, with wine opened, candles lit, and music playing. I would start to get palpably excited on the way. I could feel my pussy lubricating and my stomach churning. I would be greeted by an intimate friend and we would sit on his couch. He would always wear thin pajama bottoms just so I could see how excited he was and that would really turn me on as we drank wine, smoked pot, and laughed like old friends. The ganja would always spur me to start stroking his cock thru the thinnies. I would get him so hard, I would get down on my knees and give him the longest, sexiest blow jobs he ever enjoyed. Even if he came in my mouth, and he often did, I knew he would take me in his bedroom, strip me down to bare skin, lick and suck my pussy and clitoris to orgasm, and then fuck me beyond my wildest dreams.
We fell for each other, convention be damned. I was married 10 years, 2 children. He was dating one of the waitresses at the restaurant. Our eyes would lock and it was understood...we would meet that night and fuck to our heart's content. I would primp and powder myself every Friday afternoon preparing myself for him...to give myself to him...to take his pleasure and give him mine. I would walk into work looking like a vixen. All the younger girls would emulate my style of shorter, tight black skirt and tighter white blouse. Hair perfect, make-up divine, I would present myself to him and he would bring me a hot mug of coffee. We would talk quietly as our eyes conveyed everything we were thinking and looking forward to. I would try to maintain my composure and my pristine looks but by the end of the shift I was a little disheveled. I would check out with the other waitresses and have a glass of wine, appearing calm but dying to get in my Audi and drive the 10 miles to Jim's apartment. I would say goodnight and move to the ladies room to enhance my appearance, and, I must say, I could pull it off. Fresh blush, red lipstick and I was a doll again. I would slip out the back door and start the short journey to Jim's where I knew he would be waiting for me, showered, fresh, clean, with wine opened, candles lit, and music playing. I would start to get palpably excited on the way. I could feel my pussy lubricating and my stomach churning. I would be greeted by an intimate friend and we would sit on his couch. He would always wear thin pajama bottoms just so I could see how excited he was and that would really turn me on as we drank wine, smoked pot, and laughed like old friends. The ganja would always spur me to start stroking his cock thru the thinnies. I would get him so hard, I would get down on my knees and give him the longest, sexiest blow jobs he ever enjoyed. Even if he came in my mouth, and he often did, I knew he would take me in his bedroom, strip me down to bare skin, lick and suck my pussy and clitoris to orgasm, and then fuck me beyond my wildest dreams.
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Mmmmmmmm, delicious wife!!!
Please, keep going!
JR
Please, keep going!
JR
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I could feel the sweat on his back as the fire still roared nearby. We were now into a marathon session of sex in the lotus position. We would slow our rhythm down to him swirling inside of me, making me dig my nails into his perspiring back. Then, we were absolutely still, locked in each other's embrace, just in awe of the connection between us. I started moving my hips, letting my pussy lips caress his shaft and lubricate his massive head. I leaned back on my hands and gave him a show of wanton, female behavior. Looking directly into his glorious eyes, I began a session of fucking him in the most slutty fashion. Rotating my hips and plunging into his rigid cock, I put on a demonstration of how a woman should fuck. He responded in kind and we faced off with our groins slamming into each others. My eyes started to glaze over as my next orgasm started rising thru my thighs and loins. His groans gave me reason to believe he was on the same journey. We gasped and moaned and let out howls of joy as our juices exploded all over us and the cushions below.
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Re: Creamofsomeyounguy
THE JAMAICAN LIFEGUARD
Hubby and I moved to a new apartment complex out in the suburbs a few years ago and settled in nicely. When summer came around we were excited to see and use the new pool complex. On the first warm weekend we strolled down with our towels and I was a little self-conscious of the tight, one piece leopard print bathing suit my horny husband asked me to wear. Winter can be harsh on a woman's body but it fit snugly and I agreed to grant him his wish. Even though I had sworn off other men 12 years earlier, he persisted in trying to get me to wear alluring clothes and keep my appearance sexy on a daily basis. I must admit, it was flattering and I enjoyed seeing the look of excitement in his eyes. I could also attract the attention of quite a few men with a little smile when I was in the mood. We strolled past the gate and entered the expansive pool area. We were greeted by two young Jamaican gentlemen who were supervising the pool activities. After we introduced ourselves we signed ourselves in and presented our badges. One of the younger guys was friendlier than the other and we exchanged some friendly banter.
My silly husband asked jokingly when the bar would open since there was a small building with an open counter where we were standing. Jaden asked what liquors we liked to drink and then asked if we liked to smoke pot. We were both a little surprised but hubby laughed and said that we still liked to get stoned. Jaden gave me a look that made me a bit uncomfortable and my answer was "occasionally".
We excused ourselves and giggled at the conversation that had just taken place. We settled into our chaise lounges and took in the view. I removed my top dress revealing my slender body encased in a sexy cougar style bathing suit. I noticed a few glances from people around the pool but I didn't let it bother me. We relaxed and I dozed off for a bit. When I awoke I glanced around and noticed Jaden staring at me through his dark sunglasses with a wry smile on his face.
Hubby and I moved to a new apartment complex out in the suburbs a few years ago and settled in nicely. When summer came around we were excited to see and use the new pool complex. On the first warm weekend we strolled down with our towels and I was a little self-conscious of the tight, one piece leopard print bathing suit my horny husband asked me to wear. Winter can be harsh on a woman's body but it fit snugly and I agreed to grant him his wish. Even though I had sworn off other men 12 years earlier, he persisted in trying to get me to wear alluring clothes and keep my appearance sexy on a daily basis. I must admit, it was flattering and I enjoyed seeing the look of excitement in his eyes. I could also attract the attention of quite a few men with a little smile when I was in the mood. We strolled past the gate and entered the expansive pool area. We were greeted by two young Jamaican gentlemen who were supervising the pool activities. After we introduced ourselves we signed ourselves in and presented our badges. One of the younger guys was friendlier than the other and we exchanged some friendly banter.
My silly husband asked jokingly when the bar would open since there was a small building with an open counter where we were standing. Jaden asked what liquors we liked to drink and then asked if we liked to smoke pot. We were both a little surprised but hubby laughed and said that we still liked to get stoned. Jaden gave me a look that made me a bit uncomfortable and my answer was "occasionally".
We excused ourselves and giggled at the conversation that had just taken place. We settled into our chaise lounges and took in the view. I removed my top dress revealing my slender body encased in a sexy cougar style bathing suit. I noticed a few glances from people around the pool but I didn't let it bother me. We relaxed and I dozed off for a bit. When I awoke I glanced around and noticed Jaden staring at me through his dark sunglasses with a wry smile on his face.