0 comments/ 238419 views/ 9 favorites Educated by a College Boy By: jitu It was a morning BETTER than any other I had ever experienced. I am 36 and married. My husband and I have three children. The results were not that good for me physically but after hours and hours of working out, I was returning to my one true form…5-8, 135 pounds, 34-C, and an almost thin waist. I was proud of the work I had done. My husband, however, in spite of a wonderful marriage, hadn’t really taken the time to notice. We loved each other, we both had been faithful, but perhaps the busy life of earning money for a successful living was paying its’ price. Anyway, back to my story. I am an office manager for an insurance firm. During the night workers had been doing under-ground work and severed the main cables that supplied our offices with electricity and phone service. I was called and told not to come in to work. What a break! I needed it. My husband had just left for work and my children had just left for school. Since I had already showered and dressed when I got the call, I couldn’t go back to bed. Just as I was contemplating what I would do, I heard the back door open. I glanced around and in walked a good-looking young man. After I got over my shock I remembered my husband had contacted a frat house at a near-by college and asked him to come by and haul of some old furniture in our basement for his frat house. Initially not planning on being home I forgot all about it. When it finally dawned on me I greeted myself and took him downstairs. There wasn’t that much stuff so it didn’t take him long. I invited him into the living room to relax, and I offered him some iced tea. It was then that I noticed how good looking and well built this guy was. I could tell he was athletic. He sat on the couch and I sat on a chair next to the couch. We just talked about his school, where I was from, how big a family he had, where I met my husband; that sort of thing. He told me he was engaged but that his fiancé had been in Europe on a work-study program. He told me how much he missed her and that he thought about her all the time, I told him I thought that was romantic and told him I hope their romance lasts longer than what mine and my husband’s did. I hadn’t planned on opening up to him this way but it just ended up that way. He asked me what the problem was, so he could try and avoid the same. I told him about my weight problems and how I had been working out. I told him about how busy my husband had become and we just didn’t have the intimacy we once did. He said he was shocked. He told me any man would be attracted to me. I only blushed and thanked him. I told him I didn’t really feel good about myself and wished I were ten years younger. That’s when he shocked me. He told me he was attracted to me physically and said he thought I had the body of a twenty year old. He asked me, “Would you mind conducting an experiment with me?” I said, “Experiment? What for?” He explained that it would reveal to me how beautiful I really was and it would help me accept myself better. I said, “Sure, if you think you can.” “Oh I can,” he said. “But you have to be willing to follow my directions.” With doubt in my mind I said, “Sure, go ahead.” “Okay, get up and stand about four feet in front of me, facing me.” I did as he said, intrigued. “Now,” he continued, “Staring right at me, imagine that this is your wedding night and I am your husband. You are very shy but anxious about what is to follow. He has never seen your naked body before…you are a virgin.” I shuttered as I heard these last words. I couldn’t believe I was hearing them from this boy I just met. But I began to go along with him and my imagination went to work. “Reach up and slowly start to unbutton your blouse.” “What,” I shouted. “You must be joking.” And I started to return to the chair. “No wait,” he said. “Please, give it a chance. I promise you won’t be sorry.” I paused for what seemed like an eternity. Then, slowly, I returned to my place in front of him. Staring into his eyes I reached up and slowly started to unbutton my blouse. First, the top button. Then the next one, and the next one, then the next one. With trembling hands I reached the final button and slowly unbuttoned it. I then pulled the shirt from my slacks. He could barely see my skin between my blouse and just the middle of my light-blue bra between my shirt. “Now, take it off.” His words were so soft yet blunt. I hesitated. “Where is this going,” I thought. How on earth could this possibly help me? Slowly I reached up and began pulling my shirt from my shoulders. As my shoulders were bared and the shirt inched down my back, my bra came into view. Soon it was off and I tossed it on the chair. “Good,” he said. “Now remove your slacks.” “Oh no. That’s it. I don’t even know. I’m a married woman nearly twice your age.” “But that’s best for me to help you.” “But I don’t understand,” I said. “You will. Trust me.” “Trust him,” I thought. To do what? I just stared at him. Then, almost on their own, trembling, my hands moved to my waist and unfastened my slacks and slowly pulled own the zipper. I reached back to my waist and began to slide down my slacks. Slowly, exposing my lower stomach, then my blue bikini panties, down my thighs, past me knees then to the flow. I step out of them and tossed them to my chair as well. So, here I am, standing in only my bra and panties, facing this college student, as his eyes stare at every inch of my exposed body. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. If things were better physically with my husband and me perhaps it WOULDN’T be happening. “Okay, now what,” I asked. “You are beautiful,” he said. “I am getting hot staring at your body.” “Not much chance in that,” I said, feeling too exposed. “Here, let me prove it.” He stood up right in front of me. I thought he was going to touch me. Instead, he took off his shirt. “WOW” I thought. This guy is like a model. To my shock he then reached down and unfastened his shorts and let them fall to the floor. There he stood; before me in his white cotton briefs. I glanced down and could sense a slight bulge. Could I actually be doing this to this sexy man? But he didn’t stop there. He reached up and began pulling down his briefs, slowly letting them descend his body, until they fell to the floor and he step out of them. What was he doing? I was afraid to look down. He stepped closer to me, only a foot away. He them reached for ma hands. He gently lifted them and kissed each one. Then he shocked me further. He lowered my hands and placed them on his manhood. My first impulse was to pull them away. But he held them there. “See. I told you were making me hot.” He was right. He was almost completely hard. I knew I should pull away. I couldn’t be doing this. But there was no way I could. Not now. With one hand I began stroking him. With the other I reached down and cradled his balls. We just stared into each other’s eyes. Then, he closed his eyes and I heard a moan escape his mouth. I was amazed at the control I had on this sexy, young man. My hands had a life of their own. Stroking and fondling, I felt him getting harder in my hands as I just stared at him. His eyes were still closed. Then he moved his hands down and stopped me. “Save me for later,” he said. I dropped my hands to my side and he moved in and embraced me, his manhood pressed against my stomach. My hands cupped his ass and his did the same to mine. My fingers found their way to his crack and I eagerly massaged him there. We passionately kissed as our tongues danced together. I was soaked and I felt I would come at any moment. He then stepped back. Staring into my eyes he reached behind me and unfastened my bra. He pulled the straps past my shoulders and it dropped to the floor. He just stared at my chest. He reached up and gently massaged them and squeezed my rock-hard nipples. He reached for my shoulders and turned me around. He got on his knees and reached for the waste band of my panties. He then pulled them down. He could almost feel his eyes staring at my ass. Then is happened. The most incredible feeling I have ever felt. He reached for my side with his hands and I then felt his tongue begin to move up and down my ass. I almost collapsed as I let out a loud moan. I was in heaven! I could no longer fight the urge to cum and I had the most explosive orgasms I have ever had! But it wasn’t over. He turned me around and gently laid me on the carpet. He lay on top of me and we again kissed…passionately. I had never been kissed like that before. He felt his hardness again against my stomach and he moved from my mouth to my neck. On impulse I spread my legs and tried to feel him between me. As if reading my mind he moved back up and, with no warning, slid inside me! My mind was going crazy! I had only had sex with one man in my life. I shouldn’t be doing this. But by now there was no going back. I had to have him. He pumped slowly at first, then faster. I reached down and grab his ass and brought him tighter into me. We were like two animals in heat. I felt another orgasm approaching. Finally, I felt his body tighten and he let out a big moan and as he came I did as well. We stayed in each other’s arms for an eternity. He then kissed me on the forehead. He said, “That was the best,” then dressed and left. I went back to bed.