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Lisa is Offered a Senior Position

By: lucioz



To understand this, you need to read 'My First One Night Stand' before starting on this story – the sequel. I have written this at the request of many readers.

I don't want Lisa to just become another 'slut housewife,' which she is not. Thanks, xxxxxx

Some of the things in this story are true, it's up to you to pick out which parts, hahaha.

Also thanks to my favourite guy, xxxxxxx [Chantilly Lace] THE BIG BOPPER.

After that night with John, 'with my husband's permission', we found our lovemaking really restored. I have to admit that I still think of that night with John. At times, my husband liked me to mention his name as I was cumming, calling John's name. He has never been so horny, wanting to fuck me every night, asking all about John. Even my orgasms had been so good, and so hard, thinking of John.

It was about 3 weeks later when my boss, Greg called me into his office. He and his wife, Pam had already asked me what went on with John. I told them 'Nothing, we just had a few more drinks, some dances, then he walked me to a taxi, he did ask me to go his room, for a coffee, but I said I had to get home.' If only they knew what we had done, that wonderful night together. Even now, the mention of John's name gets my mind drifting back, to the beautiful things we did. I had never cum so long, so hard, fucked so beautifully, in my life. But that was all over now ... or so I thought.

"Well." Greg said, "you must have made a big impression on him, he wants you to handle all his accounts, and has even given us some contacts, and recommends you look into them."

I looked at Greg in amazement, "Hey, I have nothing to do with stuff like that, I would not even know what I need to do," I replied excitedly.

"Don't worry about that Lisa, we will soon train you, the main thing is to get the clients, to sign the contracts. We will have them all ready for you, if you get stuck all you have to do is ring Pam or myself. Now don't forget Lisa, it will mean more money, plus the perks of travel, you never know where you might get to, you could even take your husband with you on some of them, make it a kind of holiday, what do you think?"

"Well, I would have to ask my husband first," I stated, "don't forget we have three children, and I would not want them to miss out on anything."

"Lisa, it's all up to you, for when and where you want to meet them. You could even make it weekends if you want, take your husband along with you, nice dirty weekend away from the kids," he said smiling, "all expenses paid." 

I thought about it, yes it would be nice, just the two of us away together, "Ok Greg, let me talk to my husband, when would you like me to start?"

"Lisa, ASAP, now if you want," he said laughing, "we have two lined up and waiting, if you want to do them. Just let me know and I will contact them, and find out when it is ok with them."

"God, that is quick, what if I can't?" I asked.

"Well Pam or I will have to go, it's just that they are friends of Johns. We would not like to let him down, after all he has gone out to bat for us, plus he recommended you."

I went home all excited with what Greg had offered, everyone could do with more money, and we could get that dammed mortgage down quicker.

When my husband came home that night, I explained what Greg had asked me to do, what the new position offered. More money, plus the chance of us having a bit more time together, with him coming with me, and at times even the kids.

"Well Lisa, it's up to you," he said, "the extra money would be great, but I am a bit worried about the amount of time you might be away. As you know, I have to go away sometimes, but why don't you give it a go, see what happens. You might not like being away on your own, it's not as good as they reckon."

The next day I went to see Greg, telling him the decision that my husband and I had come up with. I would do the clients John had recommended to us, then see if I liked it, whether it interfered with our home life.

"So Greg, when would you like me to meet the first one, and where is it I have to meet him?"

"Well, the first one is a company called Invitus that is looking for someone new to insure them. The last company they had, put their premiums up so high, and they have never once, in 8 years, put a claim in. It will take you 8 hours to drive there, so you will have to stay one or two days, to sort it out. They have lots of capital so they will not go out of business, the manager's name is Tim Blunt, who actually owns the company. We have worked out what we think is fair, all you have to do is get him to sign the contract. With John recommending us, you should have no problems, but don't forget you can always ring Pam, or me, so it's up to you. When do you want to go, so we can organise it all for you?"

I sat there in a daze, 'wow it was all so fast,' my heart was beating so quickly and hard at the prospect of this new venture. I was so excited, wondering what Tim would be like, not having done anything like this before on my own.

I rang my husband, telling him everything. It was a Tuesday now, so he suggested, "What about Friday and Saturday, then come back on the Sunday, maybe even Saturday, then you can let me know what you think about it."

I informed Greg. "Great," he said, "now leave it all to us to arrange your hotel, and find out where he would like to meet you, ok. Don't forget to come and pick up a credit card for you to use, this is all on us."

For the next few days, I was so excited. Here I was, going to do something completely new to me, meet a strange person, for the first time all about business. 'Hey,' I thought, 'I might end up as one of those high flying business women you read all about.'

I set off very early with my new rental car, thinking of the 8 hour drive ahead to reach my hotel, my husband having advised me to take it easy, stop fairly often, even for just 10 minutes, drink lots of water, and don't give lifts, to anyone.

With all the excitement of my new job, I arrived at my hotel at 5.30pm. I had only stopped twice, for the rest rooms and a coffee.

"Hi Mrs Read, we were not expecting you till a bit later, but don't worry everything is ready for you. Oh, you have a message from Tim."

It was a small hotel, looking very clean, and comfortable. It was not a big town, but I felt right in this hotel, it was what is called homely.

I thought that the way she said his name, she must know him.

"So do you know Tim?" I asked the receptionist.

"Yes, everyone does, he must employ half the town. He is well thought of here, a real gentleman, here is your message."

I took the piece of paper and read the message, "Hi Lisa, would you like to give me a ring when you get to your hotel? Don't worry about the time." He had left a phone number.

I asked the girl, "Hey, what is Tim like?"

"Well, what would you like to know?" she asked.

"What is he like, stuff like that?"

"He is tall, well built, 45, divorced, well spoken, a real nice guy."

"Sounds nice," I replied, "could you call this number for me please?"

I watched the receptionist dial the number and listened to her say, "Hi Tim, I have a Lisa Read, who would like to speak to you. She has just arrived, she is here at the front desk, right by me, ok."

With that she held the phone out to me, "Hi, I have just arrived here, and got your message. Oh ok, but can you give me some time to go to my room, shower, and freshen up a bit? Yes, that should be ok, see you then, bye."

I turned back to the receptionist, telling her, "He is taking me out to dinner."

"Well, that is Tim, he is very sociable, you will like him, and get on fine with him. You will be quite ok," she said, "let's get you up to your room." With that, she told me to follow her.

The room I had was a big surprise, it was huge, with a king size bed in it, even its own bathroom, with a spa. 

"Wow, this is beautiful," I said to the girl, looking around the room.

'Yes Tim told us to book it for you, he wanted to make sure you would be comfortable, he is paying for all your expenses. If you go out onto the balcony, you should see the view you have, looking out to the sea, and you can see, and hear it at night. Tim said to give you the best, you must have made a big impression on him."

"Hey, I have not even meet him yet, that's why I asked you what was he like."

"We have even put a bit bigger table in here for you and Tim to do your work. You will have to be careful with Tim, he is a workaholic, so don't be surprised if he wants to start after dinner. Just tell him you are tired, ok, otherwise he will go on all night. I know what he can be like," she said, with a smile in her eyes.

I looked at her smiling, "I don't mind, the quicker we get it over with, the quicker I can get back home to my husband and kids, so don't be surprised if we are here all night."

She looked at me smiling, "So I take it that Tim will be having breakfast here with you."

As she said that, I started to blush, "Oh, I did not mean it like that."

She laughed, "Its ok, I was just teasing you, but don't worry, no one will be surprised if Tim is still here in the morning, it's just the way he works."

I put my case, containing my clothes, on the bed, wondering what I should wear. I had only brought two dresses, a black one, and my green dress, then I realised I had only brought black heeled shoes, so that made my mind up, the black one.

I put out my black dress, stockings, then I looked for underwear. 'What the hell, all that I had there was three very small thongs.' Then I recalled my husband saying, "Don't forget, you have to be very nice with your clients." Then he laughed, and took my case as I went down to my car. He must have swapped my panties for my thongs before we went to bed, or while I was showering before I left.

So that what he was up to. I thought, 'He wants me to have another fling, so that I can tell him all about it, well he will have to think again.' 

Just then my phone rang, it was my husband, "Hi, so you got there ok," he checked.

"Yes I did," I replied with a bit of annoyance in my voice. 

"Hey what's wrong, did you have a hard drive?"

"No, what are you up to?" I asked, "you must have taken out my panties, and put in these thongs, what is the idea?"

"Well I just thought that if you wanted you can have a bit of fun, look what it did for us last time."

"So you want me to fuck everyone now?" I asked angrily.

"Hey, I am sorry, but I thought you enjoyed last time, and let's be honest it did wonders for our love life. I just thought if you wanted to, it was my way of saying ok have fun. Sorry Lisa!" 

I listened to what he was saying, silently agreeing with him. I have to admit it did do wonders for us. We had never made love so much, so passionately for quite a long time, but I did not want to do it all the time, that was just a one off.

"Ok, I will let you off this time," I said, with a smile in my voice. "I will see, but I have not even meet him yet, I don't even know what he is like. All I know is that he is very well thought of around town, the receptionist told me he is taking me out for dinner, so I will see what he is like then."

"Wow that is quick, would you mind if I call you about 11pm, just to see how you are going?"

"No, that's ok, but I expect to be in bed asleep by then. I am not used to driving so much. Call me then, I am going to shower now, then get ready. Ok, my love?"

With that, I hung up the phone, thinking of what my husband had said. As much as I did enjoy John, to me that was a very pleasant one-off, and that was the end of it. My husband had his wish, with me having John, 'another man', then telling him all about it, but it still got me hot thinking about that night. I had to admit that now he wants me to try another, I was a bit scared in one way, for as I say I enjoyed it. What if it was to happen again, that I enjoyed Tim? What if tonight, we hit it off? What if I could not stop myself, where would it end? So many ifs!

I had my shower, checking myself out in the mirror, thinking I must still have it. Here I was nearly 33, 'a true blonde', 5-8 in my bare feet, still with a firm body, 34c – 24 – 35. I had firmed up a bit more, what with all the sex we had over the last few months, and my increase in my bike riding, for my bum and my legs. I still had that 'killer bum!' I still remembered a saying I had first heard at University, 'WHY IS THE FEMALE FORM SO MUCH MORE ATTRACTIVE THAN THE MALE?' 

I was clean shaven, my husband loves it that way. So do I, I think it feels cleaner, and very sexy, I remember John's reaction, when he first saw it, and put his hand there, 'Oh god Lisa, you are all shaven.' He could not leave it alone, but hey I did not mind. 

I showered, cleaned my teeth, then what thong should I wear? They were all minuscule, a small piece, barely covering my sex, a string going around my waist, and in between my bum. I would have to watch how I sat, otherwise the string would rub into my sex, even my clit. I perfumed my body, putting some at the top of my thighs, and even onto my mound, my breasts. I could feel myself getting excited, but why? I had not even met Tim, he might think I am trying too hard, but the girl in the reception spoke very highly of him so I knew I would have to look my best. And I am quite sure she wanted to tell me more, with the hints she had given me.

I slipped on my black dress, my black hold-up stockings, my tiny thong, thinking that it was just as well that I had shaved the night before I left. No bra, for the dress had no back to it, and I did not want everyone to see a bra strap. I let my hair just fall over my shoulders, putting on some eye shadow but not too much, then my lipstick, then stood looking into the full length mirror. 'Hey, not bad for an old married woman,' I thought.

I looked at my watch, 'wow just made it, I was set to go,' I thought, just as the phone rang. It was the receptionist, "Hi Lisa, Tim is here, ok, bye."

"She will be down right away Tim," I heard her say before I put the phone down. 

"So where are you both off to, Tim? Lisa is a real lady, and very nice, I think you might just be a bit surprised," I heard her say, laughing.

The lift stopped, God my belly was all full of knots, thinking 'Oh God, I hope he is nice, what is he like? I hope he liked me, and we would get along fine.'

I walked out into the foyer, looking around for Tim, seeing this tall dark man heading for me, smiling, holding out his hand, "Wow Lisa, you look fabulous, John said you were beautiful, he sure is right."

I took his big dark hand, his seemed to engulf my hand, his was so big, so clean, I could see by his nails he looked after them.

He raised my hand to his lips, kissing the back of it, 'Oh God no one has done that to me before.' I could feel my body, and my mind, warming to him, I could smell his after-shave, so masculine, so clean smelling, not too heady, not smothered in it, like some guys do, just right.

I thought I would have to watch myself tonight, for all the tiredness had slipped away. I wonder what my husband would say, if I was to have Tim ... a tall, fit looking black guy, nice shoulders, and a trim waist. You could tell he looks after himself, and he was not married, 'But if I was him, I would not get married, I bet he can have the pick of all the women,' I thought.

He held my hand, "Lisa, I hope you do not mind, I know you have had a long day, but I would love to take you out for dinner."

I smiled at him, "That's ok, I am feeling a little hungry after all that driving, and I would love to," I replied.

With that, we went out to his car, 'Wow,' I thought, 'it was a limo, even with its own driver.'

I looked at him "You did not hire that just for tonight?" I asked.

He laughed, "No, it's all mine, even with the driver too, and he will look after us, so you will be quite safe."

The driver opened the door, for me to get inside, 'Oh God,' I thought, 'this is what money can buy.'

I seemed to just sink into the seat, not realising my legs were a bit open, as I waited for Tim to get in. I saw him look at my knees, then I realised he might be able to see my thong, or what there was of it. It was just as well that it was dark in the limo. I crossed my legs, causing my dress to slip a bit higher up my thighs, as I was sitting so low.

Tim leant across me, touching my thigh, "Hey Lisa, would you like a drink?"

"What do you have? I asked."

He laughed, "You tell me what you would like."

"Oh, a glass of cool wine would be nice." It was still quite warm, the temperature had gone to 82 degrees that day, I knew Tim was flirting with me, but I felt so comfortable in his company.

He opened what I saw was a little fridge, taking out a small bottle of wine. He opened it, pouring a small amount into a glass.

"Let me know if you like this one ... if not, we have more to choose from."

I sipped it, "Oh that is beautiful, just what I like, and so cool too."

It was so nice and comfortable sitting in the limo, I felt like a Queen.

"Would you like another one?" Tim asked.

I looked at my glass, not realising I had drunk so much, but I was thirsty, and hungry. I should have stuck to water. Even though I had only one glass of wine, I could feel it going to my head.

As I leant forward, my legs opened a little bit, for the seats made you lean back, so that your knees were up a little bit, similar to recliner seats.

I looked up to Tim, as I raised my glass, seeing his eyes go down to my legs. I could not close them, but with Tim's gaze, and the way he held himself, I felt my body responding, getting those tingles in my body, my breasts. Maybe it was the wine, or the thought of what my husband had done, knowing he wanted me to have fun, putting my thongs, which I wear for him, into my case. Looking at Tim, thinking of what they say about black guys, wondering if what they say, is true.

I had to admit Tim was the perfect gentleman, and I was warming to him. I wondered if I was going to have 'fun' as my husband wanted me to. I might, but it would be on my terms. I was not just going to 'have fun,' just to please him, as much as I did enjoy John that night, But then again, was I a bit scared that I would like it again, and then I might want more?

Just as Tim filled my glass, we braked hard, sending my wine all over my knees, and legs.

Tim put his hands to me, "Are you ok?" he checked, as the driver apologised. A dog had run onto the road, making him brake suddenly.

"No I am ok, but I just need to wipe my legs, and it has ruined my stockings, I will have to take them off."

"Hey that's ok, but can you wait? I will get the driver to stop so that you can take them off, and get some new one's for you, ok."

With that, the limo pulled up at a shopping centre, he opened the door and took my hand as I got out, "Ok Lisa, let's get you all straightened out," taking my hand heading for the elevator, to where he knew I could get some stockings.

"Right Lisa, we should get them in here," he said as we walked into a lingerie shop. He waved to one of the girls, "Hey can you help us, we have just spilt wine all over my friend, what can you do for us?"

The girl came over, "Hi, my name is Jen," she said, looking at Tim, "ok, what do you want us to do?"

"Well, to start with, she needs a new dress. Well, whatever Lisa wants, ok, and charge it to my account." Tim smiled at me, "Hey, it's my treat ok, just get what you want."

We went looking for dresses, picking four, then new stockings, then when Jen saw my thong, "Wow, that is so nice, and so sexy, just as well we have some like that here." She picked out 6 thongs, "Right lets go into the change room, and see what we can do."


Lisa is Offered a Senior Position



We went into one of the change rooms, I felt a bit embarrassed with Jen in there with me. She said, "Slip off your dress and stockings, and let's see what we have underneath."

I shrugged the dress off my shoulders ... that left me standing there in my stockings, and tiny thong. "Wow Lisa, you are gorgeous, you have beautiful breasts, so firm, just the right size and shape, and a beautiful figure. I wish mine were like that," Jen said. 

"Hey, your figure is very nice," I replied. 

Jen smiled at me, I could feel myself starting to blush. I could feel my face going red, and my nipples starting to tingle. Jen came up behind me, holding up one of the dresses, "Right, let's take off your wet stockings. Here, slip into this dress while I help you take off your stockings."

I had to place my hand on Jen's shoulder, to steady myself as she slipped the stockings down my legs, feeling her hands touching my soft skin. I could feel my body starting to get that tingling feeling, running into my breasts, my stomach, then into my sex. 

"It's just as well you did not get wine on your legs, you would have to had to shower," Jen said as she ran her hands up, and down my bare legs. "Lisa, I think with this dress you might have to change your thong, that looks to be wet from the wine. I know it is small, but let's do this properly."

With that she pulled out this tiny bit of silk, "What is that?" I asked as I pointed to the barest piece of silk.

She laughed, "It's what is called a Brazilian thong." 

She held it up, "Hey, you don't expect me to wear just that, I might as well go without any underwear." 

Small was not the word, "Oh Lisa, you have to try it, you will feel so sexy in it, you have the body for it."

I took it from her, slipping 'it' up my legs, looking into the mirror. My God, it was small, all it was were strings around my waist, down between the crack of my bum, and a very small piece of silk going into my sex lips, not even covering my sex.

"Lisa, you HAVE to wear it, it really is so nice and SO SEXY. I bet you feel sexy with it. With my shaven sex, with my all over tan, no tan lines because I love laying in the sun, 'nude', it looked fabulous." 

I had to admit I did, I looked into the mirror again, turning around to see my bum, "Oh God," I could not even see the thong, my husband would love that. 'So what about Tim?' I thought, 'God, he will rape me.' 

Then Jen stepped up behind me, putting her hands on my waist, so that she could adjust the thin strings around my waist, pulling them a bit higher so that the 'THONG' slipped right into my sex, tight on my clit. 'Oh God,' I thought, 'if she touches my sex I will have an orgasm.' 

The wine had gone to my head, and her hands felt so nice, so soft, "See Lisa, you have the body for them, that's all you should wear in the future. When you are going out, just think what your lover will think, when he sees you standing in front of him wearing just that and thigh high black stockings. You are even getting me hot," Jen said laughing, as she ran her hands over my bare breasts, tweaking the nipples ever so gently, kissing the back of my neck. 

I was watching her play with my breasts in the mirror, feeling my body responding to this new feeling of having another girl touch me. I knew she wanted to make love to me, watching her hands cup my breasts, as she pushed her mound onto my bum. Watching one of her hands sliding down over my stomach, heading for my sex, which must have been so wet. I could feel my sex wanting to be touched, played with. I could feel myself starting to give in to the pleasure Jen was starting to give me.

But, I knew I had to stop this for I could feel my body responding to her light touches. I looked at her, then I said, "Please Jen, I would love to, but at this moment we don't have the time," giving her a kiss, feeling my bare nipples rubbing on hers. I could see hers nipples sticking out too, I stood back, smiling at her, "Ok Jen, let's get dressed."

I slipped the dress on, it was similar to the one I had on, but more figure hugging, you could tell that I had no bra on, for you could just see my hard nipples sticking out. It was clinging to my bum, I looked in the mirror, feeling so sexy in it. No wonder she gave me 'that thong,' it looked like I had no underwear on. But 'that thong' would not give me too much protection. The dress was black, but with streaks of grey in it, thin straps going over my shoulder, I liked it very much, but this one had more of a back to it, I thought it might be a size smaller that I normally take.

It was cut a bit lower in the front than my other one, so if I leant forward, you could see all of my breasts, but not quite my nipples, which at the moment were quite hard. It was tight, all the way down, ending about 3 inches above my knees.

"Wow Lisa, you were made for that dress," Jen cried, stroking it all the way down my back, caressing my bum at the same time. 

She stood behind me, so that we were both looking into the full length mirror, as once again she cupped my breasts, gently teasing the nipples, 'Oh God, if felt so nice.'

I turned around, smiling at her, giving her a kiss on the cheek, "We can't," I told her. The dress I had on was made of silk and clung to every contour of my body. You could make out my nipples, if you looked close enough ... you could see they were starting to harden. The silk was rubbing on my nipples as I walked around in it. And Jen did not help, wanting to play with me. Feeling the very thin string caught in between my bum cheeks, and my sex. It was starting to rub on my clit. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt so sexy, and hot, 'God, if my husband was to see me now', I thought, 'what will Tim think seeing me in this?'

I stopped with my bum to the mirror, 'Wow, with my high-heeled shoes on, and the way the dress clung to my body, you could see no panty line.' It made my bum look tight, and firm, 'Just as well I only have 'THIS' thong on,' I thought, once again thinking of my husband, 'what was he insinuating, and Tim, what if I did have him, or let he have me? What if I liked it? Once again, I was back to the ifs, where would our marriage go?'

Once again, Jen came up behind me, standing close to me, looking over my shoulder, "God Lisa, that is your dress, I don't think anyone could wear it like you do," she said, as she slipped her hands around to the front of the dress. Pretending to smooth it out, I began feeling her light touch on my nipples, on my hips, my bum, seeing the look of want on her face, as I looked into her eyes, in the mirror.

I turned around, smiling at her, "Hey, if we were anywhere else, and at another time, I would love to finish this. But at this moment, I am sorry I can't, Tim is waiting for me." With that, I leaned over to her, giving her a quick kiss on her cheek, then standing back before it could go any further.

Jen took me by the hand, leading me out of the change room, then looking at Tim, she said, "You are a very lucky man, to have a friend like her, what do you think of that dress? Don't you think she looks gorgeous?"

I looked at Tim, standing there, staring at me, feeling his eyes burning up and down, my body, feeling my body responding to his eyes, thinking I should have changed my thong, for I could feel some juices running into my sex, and there was nothing there to stop them.

"Oh Lisa, you look like a million dollars." He came over to me, bending down to kiss my cheek, he took both my arms, holding them out, then making me turn around, eyes burning into my body. I could feel the want, the lust, the need. He looked at me, "Ok, she will have that dress, that is perfect." He let go of one of my arms so that the other pulled me into his side, as it slid around my waist, giving me a squeeze, letting his hand rest lightly on my hip just above my bum.

I looked up at him smiling, "Tim, as much as I like this dress, I think it is too much, you might want me to sign a contract," I said laughingly.

He laughed, "Let's go into that later," he replied, sending shivers all through my body, knowing what he meant. 

I just looked at him, thinking 'Oh God, I want this guy. If only he knew what my body was doing to me.' 

Thinking what my husband would say if he knew that Tim was a black Adonis ... so fit, so tall, so commanding, yet just like a gentleman. I knew that whatever happened later, if it did, would be like nothing I have ever felt before, even with John. I had this feeling that Tim, might wash away the memories of John. 

As Tim signed for the dress, I happened to see how much it was, $475, 'Wow,' I thought, 'so that was how much Tim thought I was worth, that was a lot of money.'

We went to turn away, but Jen called after us, "Hey Lisa, you nearly forgot your purse." She touched my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, "Thanks Lisa, you look gorgeous, have fun," and she gave me a kiss on my cheek, whispering, "I have put my phone number in your purse, please ring me." 

I nodded my head, turning to Tim, as he took my hand, leading me out to the limo. The driver took one look at me, giving a little whistle and a sigh, as I got into the back. I smiled at him, blowing him a little kiss, for I felt so sexy, so naughty, knowing that all I had on was this silk dress, and that 'Brazilian thong.' She was right I did feel sexy, for some reason. I thought, 'wait until Tim sees me in that.'

"Ok Lisa, I think we might wait until we get to the restaurant, till we have any more drinks," Tim said with a laugh, "we don't want 'that' dress spoilt." I felt like a million dollars in that dress and thong, I could feel the tiny piece of silk, in between my lips, touching my clit, every time I moved. I wondered if that was the whole idea, if so, it was quite pleasant.

Arriving at the restaurant, the waiter came up to us, looking at me, smiling, then at Tim, "Good evening sir, we have your table all ready, would you care to follow me?" 

As we walked to the table, I could feel all the guys eyes watching me. I even gave my hips an extra bit of swing to them, as I looked around a few times, seeing their girlfriends talking to them. It made me feel so sexy, so hot, seeing the desire in their eyes. My nipples were starting to burn, wanting to be kissed, played with, nibbled on, or just to be played with.

He took us to a table, fairly close to the dance floor, the tables were on a slightly higher level, "Would this one do you sir?" 

Tim looked at me, "Hey Lisa, would you like to sit outside and enjoy the night?"

I looked outside, there were all nice coloured lights hanging, tables placed around, with little candles on them, a small stage for a group to play, with the dance floor in the front, it looked very romantic.

"Oh yes Tim, I would love to be outside, lets do that." The night was still very warm, I could feel myself relaxing, starting to enjoy Tim's company, thinking, 'Oh God, I am starting to enjoy this lifestyle.' 

The waiter said "That's no problem," taking us to a table in a nice secluded corner. It was dark, but we could see everyone, "There will be music soon," he said, "if you would like to dance." It was nearly 9pm.

I had garlic prawns with a salad, and a small sweet, the latter mainly to absorb the smell of garlic on my breath. I enjoyed another glass of wine, making sure I did not spill any on my dress, holding my napkin under the glass. When Tim saw what I was doing, he laughed, "Hey Lisa, don't worry I don't think a dog will run out here."

We sat there talking about general things, Tim asking about my husband and children, not believing I could have three, and yet still having retained my figure. I told him about my exercise routine to keep me looking trim. I was asking him about his past life, he hinted that his wife did not particularly like too much sex. I asked him why, he just smiled, saying "I have a problem with some girls," leaving it at that.

I looked at him, wondering why? He appeared to me to be everything that a girl would want in a guy ... successful, tall, fit, confident. And 'definitely dark', I thought smiling, and I could feel my body starting to want him.

I was really relaxing, enjoying Tim's, pleasant company, and some of his little double meaning answers. We were both flirting, laughing at each other's responses.

Tim looked at me seriously, "Hey Lisa, would you like to dance?" I think he had noticed me glancing at the other couples dancing.

"Why yes Tim, I would love too," the music was slow, not all this 'rap music' that I hated.

We headed to the dance floor, holding hands. We danced, and I was thinking, 'With this thin silk dress on, Tim will soon release all I have on underneath is a thong.' I could feel his hands travelling around my hips, feeling for my panties, now and again cupping my bum. 

Tim held me close, first I put my arms around his waist and shoulder, the normal way. Then as we danced, I put both arms around his neck. Just as well I had my high heeled shoes on, which made me taller, so that my body fitted close to Tim's, knowing he would be able to feel my firm breasts on his chest, and my hardening nipples.

Maybe it was because of the wine, Tim, the beautiful night, I felt my body relax into Tim's, he had his hands around my waist. Sometimes, when I was turning, he would put his hand onto my bum, as his leg went in between mine.

He looked down at me, "Lisa, I know you must have heard this many times before, but you are gorgeous." Then he leant down and kissed me, gently on the lips, just a nice gentle kiss. My husband never seemed to say that to me much, so it made me feel sexy, maybe 'desirable', it just made me feel wanted. 

I was enjoying the dancing, the closeness, the hardness of Tim, as he held me, feeling his hands running up, and down my back, sometimes onto my bum, which I did not mind, and was starting to turn me on.

We had gone over to the small balcony, looking out to the sea, he had his arm around my waist. I had no desire to move it, and as I turned to him, he did the same thing too, so that we were both facing each other. He put his hand under my chin, raising it, then leaning down, he kissed me, just a nice kiss, gentle. As he went to kiss me again, I took the bold move, opening my mouth, allowing his tongue into mine, he pulled me tight, feeling the desire in his kiss, letting our tongues entwine sensually, teasing each other.

Then his hands went down to my bum, cupping my small tight buttocks, in his huge black hands, pulling me onto him. I tensed as I felt something push onto my stomach, then I quickly relaxed, as I realised it was his manhood. It felt so nice, and quite 'full', but at the same time strange. He reminded me of a big black panther, the way he moved, so confident, so fluid.

I started to think 'Oh god, what if my husband knew about this, this would be my second strange cock.' I had only been with my husband, and that one night with John, so I was very new to the ways of other guys.

His hands were running all over me, sending shivers all through my body. Feeling his hands run up to my breasts, then down my sides and onto my bum, rubbing his sex into my stomach, my mound. Then a thought ran into my head, 'Are all guys bigger than my husband?' Tim's manhood seemed to be bigger, and more full, than what I remember of John's cock, who was bigger than my husbands.

'God that was really nice, filling me like nothing before, going where my husband could never hope to reach. Is that what I need, huge cocks, to fill me, satisfy me?' 

I could feel his manhood growing even bigger than John's, 'My God, what does he have down there?' I thought.

I felt my breasts wanting to be touched, played with, 'anything.' Tim was getting me so aroused, pushing that 'big thing' onto me, feeling 'that thong' rubbing on my clit, sending shivers into my sex, my breasts, everywhere, I just want to be fucked.

'Oh god' I thought, 'what has got into me? As soon as a guy with a big cock touches me, I am his.'

I could feel Tim sliding his hands under my skirt, holding my bare bum, as we kissed deeply, feeling his huge hands kneading my tight bum. As one of his hands slid his fingers down my bum, down to my anal entrance, I was hanging onto him, arms around his neck, crying into his neck as he played with me. I rubbed my mound on his legs, feeling that 'huge thing' on my stomach, 'God, he was a lot larger than John.'

Just then I heard my phone ring, "Leave it," Tim said.

"I can't, it will be my husband making sure I am ok, it won't take a minute," I said.

"Hi honey," I said into the phone, "what are you up too?"

"Nothing much, I am just ringing to see how you are."

Just as my husband said that, one of Tim's thick fingers found the entrance to my sex, and I gasped from the sudden intrusion, feeling it hitting my g-spot.

"Are you ok honey?" my husband asked, "I thought I heard you moan."

"No it's ok," I managed to gasp, as another of Tim's thick fingers entered me, pushing deep into me, kissing my ear, listening to what my husband was saying to me.

"So where are you, not in bed with him already, are you?" my husband asked jokingly.

"No not yet, is that what you want me to do, go to bed with him?" I said in a hard voice, thinking 'so that's what he wants me to do, fuck everyone.'

"What is he like, have you met him yet?"

"What could I say to that?" I thought, for my husband had just got me mad, taking it for granted that I would 'fuck' everyone.

"Yes I have met him, as a matter of fact he is here with two of his fingers inside me," I said sarcastically, "would you like to talk to him, he is finger fucking me at the moment, on a balcony, just outside the restaurant. If he keeps doing that, I will cum," knowing that would get to him. 

"Oh, ok Lisa, take it easy, I was just asking, but don't forget it's up to you. Whatever happens, I still love you."

"Hey, it's you who needs to take it easy, not me, but if you want me to fuck Tim, just say so now, ok? Would you like to tell him?" I looked at Tim, seeing him smiling at what my husband had said, kissing my neck as I tried to talk to my husband.

I was very annoyed at my husband, for putting me in this position. The first time with John had been a total surprise, but here was my husband telling me to fuck Tim. Doing what he did with my underwear, as much as I wanted Tim, I kept wondering what more would my husband want, where would it lead to, when would it stop? My mind was in turmoil.

Tim was listening to all this, kissing my neck, feeling me up, and at the same time, running his hands up to my sex, stroking my legs. I opened them for him, giving better access to my sex, which was so wanting to be touched, pierced, entered, played with.

I had never felt so wanton, so sexy, so hot, so turned on, talking to my husband as another man toyed with me, even though I was angry with him.

I felt Tim's finger find my entrance again, then pushing his fingers into me, with his thumb playing with my clit. It was taking me all my time not to cry out with the pleasure he was giving me. I was nearly cumming, but I wanted my husband to make the decision, now that he had rung me.

"So you have met him," he said, "so what is he like?"

You have to picture this, here we were on a balcony, just outside the restaurant door, dimly light. I was talking to my husband on my phone, while this tall black guy had his hands up my dress, finger fucking me, playing with me, wanting me to cum on his fingers. Anyone could have walked out, seen us, watched us ... I could not stop it, is this what I wanted, needed? 

I nearly collapsed onto the floor, from the pleasure Tim was giving me. Just as well I was hanging onto Tim's shoulders, as he pushed his fingers into me, playing with my clit, 'Oh god, I am nearly cumming,' I thought.




Lisa is Offered a Senior Position



"He is very nice, a bit older than us, tall, nice looking ... oh God, oh no," I gasped into the phone, not realising my husband could hear me.

"Are you ok?" he asked, as I felt myself starting to cum.

"Oh God, yes, yes, yes, oh Godddddddddddddd," I cried, as my orgasm burst into my sex, as I humped onto Tim's fingers, letting them fuck me, "I am cumming cummingggggggg, yes yes, I am cumminggggggg, ughhhhhhhh."

I hung onto Tim, me head lolling on his shoulder, crying into the phone, feeling my orgasm hit me like nothing before, it seemed to go on forever.

"Hey Lisa, are you cumming?" my husband asked, "I know when you are cumming, and you are now. Does he have his cock in you, is it big, tell me, tell me!" my husband shouted into the phone.

I slumped on Tim's fingers, as he held them inside me, slowly moving them around inside me. I grabbed Tim's wrist, looking at him, silently mouthing, "That was so niceeeee," pulling his head down so that I could kiss him.

I held his wrist, so that he would stop finger fucking me, but still keeping them inside me, still feeling the pleasure, sending shivers all through my body, into my breasts, feeling my juices running onto Tim's fingers. 

I remembered that I was still holding the phone, I could still hear my husband asking if I was cumming. "Yes, he has just made me cum, with his fingers. It was beautiful, he still has them inside me, they are all full of my juices," I said into the phone, "now we are going back to the hotel, then he can do what he wants to me. I will be with him all night, that's what you want isn't it, you want Tim to fuck me?" 

"Oh God Lisa, yes, yes, yes, then you can tell me all about it."

I was still annoyed at my husband, even though I wanted Tim. "Oh, did I tell you Tim is a nice tall dark guy, yes he has a huge thick cock. I don't know if I will be able to manage it, it's so thick, it's the biggest cock I have ever had hold of," knowing that would get to him more, "you should see it, so big thick, and black."

I looked at Tim, smiling, I pulled his head down so that he could hear my husband, wanting to know what we had just done.

"Oh God Lisa, I would love to watch you and him together, you taking that big black cock, is it really big?" 

"Oh God, it is huge, I can't get my fingers around it, it's so thick. I don't even thick he will get it inside, he has still got his fingers inside me, they are thick and long too, they are covered in all my cum," I said, laughing with Tim, as he kissed me.

Tim whispered, "Lisa, you are a little tease."

I could hear my husband groaning, I knew what he was doing to himself, and I knew what would hurt him more.

"Well, I am sorry, I have to go, Tim is waiting to fuck me, with that huge black cock of his. I know it's going to hurt me, fill me, but I am going to let him push it all the way into me anyway. Hey, I might even let him do me in the bum, you have never done that to me, but Tim might like to." With that, I hung up, turning my phone off.

I turned to Tim, kissing him, laughing with him. He just shook his head as he pulled his fingers out of my sex, and I watched him put them to his mouth, then into mine, "Lisa you taste so wonderful, I knew you would."

I adjusted my dress, looking at him, pulling his lips down to mine, still tasting my juices on his lips, "Oh God Tim, that was fantastic, cumming like that, thanks. Now I need to shower, freshen up a bit, let's go to your room, or whereever you want me, I am yours for the night."

We walked to the limo, which was still waiting for us, I thought how this driver must have a lousy job, having to wait for people all this time.

As I got in, and sat down on my seat, I could see the driver looking through his rear-view mirror. I looked at him, smiling, knowing he was trying to see up my dress. Still feeling horny, I slowly parted my legs, letting him see my partly covered sex. As I looked at him, he blew me a kiss, and I blew him one back, watching him lick his lips with wanting and lust. I knew he would love to fuck me, play with me, but he knew he could not have me.

Tim said "Hey Lisa, hope you don't mind, what if we go to my place? I can have some sandwiches made ready, or some hot food, and get your things sent over from the hotel, there are plenty of rooms," he said smiling.

I looked at him, "Tim, you have heard what my husband said, so no matter what happens, I want you ... and your big thick cock, inside me." 

As I said that, I once again looked into the rear-view mirror, seeing the face on the driver, thinking he must have the speaker on, must be listening to what we are saying.

I pulled my dress up over my thighs, letting the driver see that 'thong', partly opening my legs, so that he could see all my wet glistening sex, seeing some of my juices which had run into that thong. I felt so wicked, so hot, so turned on, so looking forward to what Tim had in store for me.

I heard Tim ring the hotel, then tell me, "It's ok Lisa, they will take your things, and whatever else is there, over to my place. They know where it is, the housekeeper will be there, so now you can relax." He was offering me a large glass, but only half full with wine, he said laughingly "We don't want to spoil that dress, do we Lisa, it is made for you, it's so beautiful on you."

We pulled up at this huge house, I looked in amazement, and it was huge, in its own grounds. He must have had a full time gardener to look after it.

The driver opened the door for me, I put one foot out, I let my legs open wide, seeing him looking, he offered me his hand, to help me out. Tim had got out of the car on the other side, he was talking on his phone. As I stood up, I let my hand drift down the front of the driver's slacks, giving his cock a squeeze ... he was hard. I let my hand slide up it, squeezing it, as I felt his hand reach out to touch my bum, gently stroking it, giving it a little squeeze. I stood to one side so that he could close the door.

I looked at him smiling, telling him, "Thank you for waiting," giving his cock one last squeeze. 

Tim walked around to us, saying "Ok Tom, see you tomorrow, tell your wife not to be too early in the morning, let's say 10 will do fine."

I gave Tim a look of curiosity, "It's ok, they live in a flat around the side, they have their own place there, he looks after the place, and is my security guy as well."

Tim took me into the house, it looked like something out of an old movie, 'Gone With the Wind' with the big driveway, double storey, huge big staircase, "Is this all yours Tim?" I asked, looking around the huge entrance.

"Yes, it sure is, it has eight bedrooms, all with their own bathrooms, king size beds, with a nice balcony around the house, so you can look out to the sea, but I have my own pool at the back, if you want to go swimming," he said.

"I might have taken you up on that, but I have not brought a costume with me."

"That's ok, no one will see you, there is only me, you can go skinny dipping, like I do," he said laughing.

"We will see," I replied, knowing I would love to see Tim naked, with that well toned, firm body ... my 'black panther', just thinking about it was getting to me.

"Ok Lisa, they have put your bags in one of the guest bedrooms. I have some things I would like to discuss with you, would you like a drink while we do it?" he asked with a big grin.

I looked at him smiling, "Yes, I would love a shower, then a drink first if you don't mind, you have me all sticky."

He took my hand, leading me up the stairs, letting his hand rest on my bum, feeling my bum cheeks as they moved as I lifted one foot, then the other.

"Oh God Lisa, your whole body is so tight, so fit, so firm ... and as for your ass, I can't feel it enough, I bet wherever you go, guys stare at your ass."

"Yes, I have been told that's my best feature, it's all the bike riding I do, and for my legs too."

He led me into this huge bedroom, it was massive, with a big plasma TV, and surround speakers, playing soft music. A king size bed, which I love, big mirrors on the wardrobe doors, and on the opposite wall, so that no matter where you were making love or just 'fucking,' you could see yourself, and what your lover was doing to you. The thick wool carpet felt so nice under my bare feet, I wondered, 'What would it be like if you had a 'fuck' on it, maybe we could find out later.' 

I walked out to two big glass doors, leading out to the balcony, looking out to the sea. It was a beautiful balmy night, and I leant over the railings, holding the glass of wine Tim had given me.

"Oh Tim, this is beautiful," I said, thinking 'I wonder how many other girls have said that to him.'

I felt him come up behind me, feeling his firm tight, body resting on mine, as he kissed the back of my neck, gently biting the lobes of my ears, kissing them. His hands went around my waist, pulling me to him, starting to feel his erection, as he pushed onto my bum.

I swayed a little with my hips, teasing him with my bum, feeling the shivers running through by body with the anticipation of having him make love to me, 'fuck me' with that big cock that I knew he had. 

His hands slid up to my breasts, cupping them, gently caressing them, pinching the nipples, rubbing them between his fingers, feeling them harden, as he rubbed his hardening cock on my bum.

I turned around in his arms, kissing him, "Hey Tim, let me have a shower, please, I am all hot, sweaty and sticky."

We walked into the bedroom, "Lisa, there is the bathroom," Tim said, pointing to an open door, "you will find plenty of towels there." 

I looked at him, then looking into the mirrors, seeing myself everywhere, I slipped the thin straps off my shoulders, letting my dress slip to the floor, hearing Tim gasp, "Oh God Lisa, you are so beautiful."

Here I was, a tall 5-8, long blonde hair, with a firm tight bum, firm breasts, not top big, nice nipples that love to be kissed, sucked, pinched lightly, with a 34c – 24 – 35, figure. Even after having children, looking at myself in so many mirrors, I thought, 'Hey, not bad for a married woman.'

I stood there in that 'Brazilian thong' seeing it so tiny, cutting into my sex, as I looked in the mirror. I could see myself in the mirror on the other side, looking at the very thin string going around my waist, and down my bum, into my sex, with my black hold up stockings, still standing in my 3 inch shoes, seeing why the guys go mad at 'my bum.' I had to admit to myself, 'Yes, it did look tight, just the way I wanted it.'

Turning around for Tim, I looked at him through the mirror, "You like?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips, holding what I thought was a sexy, provocative stance, twirling around for him.

He was sitting on the bed, then he stood up, advancing to me, I just laughed then ran off into the bathroom.

"Hey, you sexy minx," Tim said, as he came into the bathroom after me, "I can see I will have my hands full with you."

He started to take off his clothes, as I slipped off my stockings, my thong, then stepping under the shower, I watched Tim step out of his boxers, 'Oh God, he is big, so thick, I will not be able to manage that.' John was big, but Tim's was too much ... I marvelled at his body, so firm. Watching his body, which seemed to ripple as he moved, thinking 'Oh God, I will be laying under him with that huge cock deep inside me, fucking me, will I be able to manage it?' When I was talking to my husband, I was just teasing him, telling him how big and thick Tim's cock was, but now I could see it was for real.

I marvelled at the size of that huge cock, feeling a bit nervous, knowing Tim would want to fuck me with that beautiful, huge thick, black cock. Would I be able to take it, would it hurt? I am a slim girl, would it mess my insides up, will my husband still be able to fuck me, will I stay stretched, if I can manage it? I wanted to, for Tim, it got me wondering about what I have heard, that all black guys have huge cocks. I had only seen them in porn movies, there would be only one way to find out, I thought. My God what am I thinking?

Tim stepped into the shower with me, taking the nicely scented soap, "Here Lisa, let me wash you."

Turning my back to him I said, "Are you sure that's all you are going to do?" as I wriggled my bum at him, teasing him.

"Hey, if you don't stop doing that, you will not get washed, Tim said laughingly.

I could feel his big gentle hands washing me, all around my breasts, into my sex, my bum, feeling his semi-hard cock rubbing on me, as he moved me around. Washing all down my back, cupping my buttocks in those big black hands, as he let one of his fingers run around my tiny anal opening. Sliding his fingers around my sex, entering my outer lips, not entering me, just running all the way up and down my slit, gently touching my swollen clit. Feeling my body jump with pleasure, he smacked me on the bum, "Ok Lisa, all done," he said.

"Ok Tim, now it's your turn," taking the soap into my hand. I started to wash his well-defined chest, then down to his waist, asking him to turn around, before I went to that monster cock, swaying in front of me. Feeling all my body tingling, with what we will be doing very soon, just wanting Tim to grab me, throw me on the bed, the floor, anywhere. Just fuck me, with that glorious monster black cock, I wanted it all of it, I was so wet with the anticipation of it.

I washed his back, his buttocks, washing in between his bum, all around his anal opening, letting my fingers play with it, then letting my fingers go to his shoulders, oh so hard, and so firm.

"Okay Tim, turn around," he did. 'Oh God, he was big, yet not fully hard.' I looked at it in amazement, realising it had to be the biggest, thickest cock I have ever seen. 'He should be in porn, with a cock like that,' I thought, he would put some of them to shame. I had watched some with my husband, they were all big, but Tim's was something else.

I washed his shoulders, working my way down to his cock, looking at him as he smiled. I took hold of 'that cock' or tried to, it was too big for my hands. I had to hold it with the two of them, as he leant down to kiss me. I nearly let go of that cock as I felt a shudder go through it, it felt alive, seeming to grow more in my hands, "Oh Lisa, I think he likes you," Tim said with a laugh, as his cock looked huge in my hands, which are not that small.

"Yes, you are a big boy," I said smiling, standing there hold his big black cock, it seemed to have a life of its own, throbbing, growing. I just could not hold it, it was so hot, so thick.

I washed his growing cock, all around his testicles, hearing him moan, as I washed the head of his cock, pulling back the foreskin, seeing some pre cum leak out. I was dying to bend down and lick it, I wanted to taste the cum of my first black cock.

As I washed him, I could not believe it, I could have sworn his cock was getting even bigger ... certainly harder. We were kissing, and I put my hands on his shoulders, and placed Tim's cock down between my legs, standing over it, so it was rubbing in my sex, touching my clit, as he started to fuck me.

As I stood over it, I thought how it felt like an iron bar, so hard. I could feel all the veins in it as I started to rub my sex along it, letting my juices run along it, making it nice and smooth for my sex, and my clit to rub on it.

I could feel my body starting to want to cum, it was sending out all those signals, making my nipples so hard, so wanting to be played with, pinched, nibbled on, as I rubbed my clit on this huge black iron bar.

Tim bent down to kiss my breasts, 'Oh God, just what I wanted,' I could feel my sex letting all my juices run onto Tim's huge cock, as my clit was sliding all around this huge thick black cock. 

We both started to fuck, feeling Tim really fucking me, cupping my bum, pushing me down onto his huge cock, loving the feeling it was giving me. I was clinging onto his shoulders, starting to cry into his neck, hanging onto him, "Oh, oh fuck, fuck Tim, Tim! I am nearly cumming," I cried, "oh God, I ammmm, I ammmmm, ughhhhhh, oh oh, Goddddddddddd, oh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, Timmmmmmmmm Timmmmmmmmm."

I hung onto him, feeling orgasm after orgasm tearing through me, crying into his neck, biting it, kissing it, as I just stood there, letting him use me, I was spent, this was so new to me.

I had to stop Tim, for I was nearly falling to the floor of the shower, hanging onto his shoulders. Tim stopped, then held me close to him, feeling his cock throbbing between my legs, in my sex, on my clit, wanting release, "Oh God Lisa, you are so hot, it's no wonder all the guys want to fuck you, you are so 'unreal'!"

I looked up at Tim, weakly, smiling, "No Tim it's you, you really have got to me, you have been the perfect man. Why no girl has not snapped you up..." I said with a smile, "...with a cock, like that, I am amazed no girl has tamed you." As I looked down at it, seeing some pre cum, on the head of that beautiful cock, I could not stop myself, I bent down, and licked my first black cock's pre cum.

Oh God, I loved the taste of it, it was so nice, not that very salty taste my husband has, this seemed thicker, yes a bit stronger, but nice, I wanted more! 

He picked me up, grabbing some towels, sitting me on the bed, then started to gently rub me dry. "Lisa, I can't get enough of you, it's just as well you are married, if you were mine, I would need you close to me all the time," he said as we both started to dry each other.

I asked Tim to stand up so that I could dry him, then when I got lower, I sat on the bed drying that beautiful 'huge black cock.' I was drying the back of his legs, as that 'huge iron rod' was pointed right at me, I could not help myself, I just had to try to take him into my mouth.

I opened my mouth, as wide as I could, managing to get some of that huge head into my mouth, "Oh God, Lisa, Lisa," Tim cried, holding the back of my head, as I licked the pre cum from his cock. Mmmmmmmm, it tasted so nice, I tried to get more of his cock into my mouth, but it was too thick. "It's ok Lisa, not many can do that," Tim said. I looked up at him, as I licked the length of his cock, sucking his testicles, running my tongue up and down the length of it, just sucking the head.

I could feel Tim starting to want more, as he began to try to get more into my mouth. I placed my hands onto his so hard bum, letting my hand caress it, 'God, it felt so tight, so smooth, so beautiful,' sliding a finger into his bum, running it around his anal opening. I felt him clench his buttocks as I tried to push just the tip of my finger into his anal opening. Then I put them on the back of his thighs, running my hands up and down his legs, up to his balls, as I felt him throbbing in my mouth, I knew he was close to cumming.

Tim leant down over me, "Lisa, Lisa, let me enjoy you," he said, as he pulled his wonderful hard cock from my lips.

He lay down next to me, letting his hands stroke my body, touching me everywhere, my breasts, my swollen nipples, my so wet sex. Running his fingers up and down the outer lips of my sex slit, putting his fingers to his mouth, tasting my juices, on his fingers, kissing me, sucking my breasts. He was playing with me, driving me mad, as his hands touched everywhere. I could feel another orgasm so near, I did not think I could cum so much as I had up to now, but Tim had me so close again.

I grabbed his hands, looking at him, "It's time Tim," I said, asking him to "lie down," seeing that 'huge black thick cock' jutting up into the air, thinking to myself, 'God, can I manage that?' I wanted to, for Tim, I wanted so much to please him. 

I placed my legs each side of him, leaning forward, so that I could get hold of that 'monster.' Then, running that huge, hot, thick cock, up and down, my so wet, moist sex, rubbing my juices all over the head, I placed it at my entrance, feeling the width of his cock there, it was thick.