4 comments/ 51133 views/ 0 favorites My Day of Roses Ch. 1 By: Rosehip Chapter 1: The Affair This is the story of my first and only affair. I am not proud of what I did nor am I ashamed of my decisions. I believe what I did was right for me. At the time I was a middle-aged housewife with two teen-age girls, one sixteen who is self motivated and a model child, the other, age thirteen, is a gift from Satan. I will not go into the grief she has caused us, but it has been a strain on my husband and myself. When my unfaithfulness took place I was thirty-seven years old and stood five feet seven inches tall, weight about 135. In case it is important to you my measurements were: 35-inch bosom with “B” cups, 26-inch waist, and 38-inch hips. No, I was not one of the short, beautiful, full-breasted cuties you read about. I have been told I look like Queen Elisabeth of England without the tiara, By coincidence, my name is also Elisabeth. My best asset, were my good-looking legs and thighs, they were both long with the right amount of meat. Otherwise my looks are about average and I have an innocent look. My husband “Lloyd” said he was jealous of my natural strength and he worked out to stay stronger than me. My husband is shorter than I am, slightly stocky and seven years older. His physical condition is good, probably due to his outdoor activities and conservative lifestyle. Our youngest daughter gave us more than the usual dose of trouble, and Lloyd used the friction that she caused as a reason to stay away from home as often as he could. Needless to say, it didn’t help our sex life. I was married at age seventeen and a virgin at the time. My two older brothers made sure none of the high school studs dated me. In high school I worked after school and Saturdays at the local dime-store. I was a late bloomer and my husband said he married me because I was not like the experienced women he been with. Lloyd found my virtue appealing and fell in love with me. At the time, I was working full time in an engineering / manufacturing firm as a secretary. My group leader was Susan; She's a small, wild one and told me about the affairs going around in both Engineering and Manufacturing. She in turn worked for a manager who reported to Randy, a rather tall, good looking guy. Susan said he was half-Apache and half-Irish. Randy is six-foot, with long, straight black hair, tied in a ponytail. His complexion was like a nice suntan and hard body was evidence of the fact that he worked out every day. His shoulders and chest were developed and tapered down to a lean stomach. He has small hips and muscular, nicely developed thighs. He looked more athletic than most body builders. Susan told me she and Randy had sex many times and it was fantastic. In fact, she said his cock was the largest she had ever seen and she had been with lots of men She also shared with me that most of the men she had fucked were better built than her miserable little husband. Some of Susan's stories were so descriptive, during the telling I would become dry-mouthed, yet hot and moist between my legs. I did not want to be approached by one the studs and would have rebuffed their advances. Yet, I desired to be wanted. Little did I know quite a few of the guys in the office fantasized about being with me and were close to making their play. I enjoyed Susan's tales during which I forgot about my problems at home. I looked forward to the tales of her exploits and bits of sexy gossip. But when Randy came in the office and talked to me I became defensive and nervous, especially when he looked me over and smiled. I did not want to get involved with him or anyone else. I was satisfied to fantasize about him and others. On day Randy was behind me when a power failure occurred and the office blacked out. Moments later I felt two strong hands from behind me slowly feeling their way up to my breasts. I knew it must be Randy, I whispered to him to remove his hands but he didn’t, I repeated the demand, but he continued moving his hands up and squeezed my breasts. I brought my arms up and forward and gave a mighty elbow blow to his ribs; I can still hear the air rush out of his lungs and his legs slightly buckled. If it not been for the great shape he was in I could have broke a rib or two. Did he keep his distance after this? Hell no! In fact when we passed each other he would smile and give me a wink. I could tell what happened only increased his desire for me. I noticed him lusting when he looked at my legs. What he wanted was to satisfy his long time craving for me. In my fantasies Randy would manhandle me and I would let him take me and do anything he desired. Another stud in the office hot for my pussy, was Larry, an engineer. Two or three times Larry and I would find ourselves away from the others and he told me “I can really take care of you.” Or he would say things like “Why don’t we go to my house for lunch?” I would laugh and walk away. The last time he got real suggestive I told him “If I'm ever ready for you, I'll let you know, but don’t hold your breath.” To myself I wondered what lunch with Larry would be like? I knew he could satisfy my sexual appetite. I must admit I was attracted to him and many of my sexual fantasies involved him. At home things went from bad to worse. I don’t know how my husband and I put up with it, I guess his company trips and hiking helped him, but I needed some sort of help myself. My sex education was limited to what my husband told me in the early months of our marriage. On one of our rare sexy evenings together I brought up the subject of penis sizes, since I was curious as to what Susan was talking about. I asked Lloyd what his measurements were. He thought it would be fun for me to measure his penis. We measured his penis with a wooden ruler. He said for comparison, the length of the penis should be measured topside from the pubic bone with the male standing up. Lloyd measured seven and one half inches long. I believe he said it made the effective length a strong six inches. With a cloth tape we measured the circumference at the midpoint of length at five and three quarters inches. Using his calculator it came out to be about 1.8 inches in diameter and my husband boasted that his was way above average. I remember spending hours wishing Lloyd would go down on me and give me a good tongue thrashing. I would have gladly settled for only having my pussy eaten or anything else erotic. It never happened. While his penis was more than ample to satisfy me, that didn't happen, either. In the early years of our marriage I remember our sex to be good, but not outstanding. I did not know there was an outstanding, much less feeling something wonderful. At work I would see Larry and Randy every day and the sight of either one would them put my system in turmoil. I started wearing a Kotex pad so I would not wet my dress with my lubrication; my desire was increasing for either of them. I knew something must happen to satisfy me, the talk of sex with Susan used to satisfy me and it kept my mind off of my family problems. Now with an unsatisfactory sex life, plus my husband’s absence about half the time I needed to make a decision as what to do or there would be a divorce. I came to the decision that outside sex with someone well versed in the art might do it for me. After many hours of soul searching and sleepless nights I made the decision to have an affair. But with whom?. Most important I needed the courage not to lose my resolve. It would be either Randy or Larry. I mentally made comparisons. Larry, I believed, could do a good job, but talked too much and would surely broadcast my name. I liked him and knew he really desired me. What attracted me to Larry was the bad boy in him. When he hit on me, I found it exciting, but I could never let him know. Randy would also be excellent. He enjoyed a responsible position and would not likely brag about me as a conquest. I knew he also wanted me and I believed he would love to manhandle me after what happened during the blackout. But Randy didn't smoke and I knew I would not be able to smoke while with him. On the other hand, I was attracted to his physique; he was one hunk of man. The way Susan spoke of him I knew he would be fantastic in bed. OK, I made my decision, Randy it would be; it was Randy with whom I would live out my fantasies. Susan and the manager I worked for would be on vacation next week. I would be working directly with Randy. Of course, it helped that Lloyd would be out of town all of next week. I decided to act. The weekend gave me time to work out a plan. Monday I came to work in a light, medium length dress; medium high heels accented my shapely legs. I finished a few of Randy's rush jobs and phoned him asking if it wanted me to bring them to his office. He quickly said "Yes" and I could mentally see the smile on his warrior-like face. The way to his office was through the machine shop. When a girl walked down the aisle between the machines, most of the machine operators would keep their heads down and make all sorts of jungle noises. Some of the women complained to management and were told it was sort of a company tradition and it was good for the machinist morale. Their jobs prevented them from association with the women. The prevailing philosophy was the women should consider it as a complement and not harassment. This was before the days of sexual harassment lawsuits. My trip through was extra loud, as I really looked hot all dolled up. Entering Randy's office, he asked me to close the door, as the work was confidential and please be seated. Gosh, I was scared. I knew what I was about to do would affect the rest of my life. I moved my chair slightly back from his desk in order for him get a good view of my legs. Instead of having the calves of my legs vertical, as I normally would have done, I extended then out at an angle and crossed them like I was modeling hosiery. My long heels gave the illusion of longer legs. In addition I adjusted my dress so my knees showed, my long thighs complemented the showing. I was signaling my invitation. Randy’s showed his arousal. My high-heeled white shoes, the nylons, the position of my legs, and my dress pulled up past my knees made a noticeable impact on him. He was getting hot. I brought my moist tongue out through slightly parted full, luscious lips. At the same time I was licking my lips, I re-crossed my legs causing a slight movement of cool air between my inner thighs. I could see he was getting the message. The next move was his. He stood and approached me. I believe he wanted me to spread my legs and put his obedient tongue to work. I did not do the spread, so he came over to the chair and put his hands under my arms lifting me up and off the chair with no more effort than lifting a pillow. Now standing, I let him kiss me with a long kiss. I almost melted. I cut the kiss short, as I knew I must control this situation. If I didn’t exercise some sort of caution, I would soon find myself naked and being fucked on his office couch. While I wanted him to take me…this wasn't where or how I wanted it to happen. Randy placed one of his muscular arms behind my butt, and the other behind my back getting ready to carry me. I knew what he was about to do, because Susan told me about him carrying her to the couch in his office; and about the fucking that followed. I positioned my hands in the “T” position, giving the football time out signal, as I did not want to be subdued now by his sweet talk and my desire for him. I started talking, saying what I rehearsed many times over the weekend. “You obviously know I have wanted you. You are everything a woman could desire and I believe you want me.” My courage and self-confidence was beginning to return. Without stopping to think, I continued. “First of all, this is not going to happen in your office. This has to be my way or not at all.” I couldn’t believe it was me talking. “If we are going to do this thing, it has to be this week. I didn’t go into the many reasons why “this week” was so important. A man with a hard cock doesn’t like to listen to a lot of needless verbiage. My conditions were few and reasonable. I wanted a first-class hotel. He was to arrive early in the morning, and once the room was rented, he was to call me at home and give me the room number. We would stay the morning. If things went well, we might spend the whole day together in bed. “Making love.” I told him this would be my first affair and I never been with anyone other than my husband. If I was going to do this, if I was going to be unfaithful to my husband, I wanted only the best, and I wanted nothing left to chance. When I finished speaking, I realized he was not given an opportunity to inject a word into my monologue. I was not used to speaking to anyone with such authority, let alone my boss. I was as surprised by not only what I said, but in the way I said it. “Yes Ma’am”, was his only reply. I was no long fearful of what I was doing. He looked at me with gleaming, dark eyes and again said “Yes Ma’am Randy again approached me and said “How about a kiss to seal our deal.” I broke away, winked at him and left his office. I could tell he was elated. My walk back was like walking on a cloud, and my thoughts drowned out the catcalls from the machinist. After lunch Randy called my office and said he’d made the arrangements for tomorrow. The hotel was about ten miles away and out of our normal plant traffic routes. He would call me in the morning with the room number. The good news was I did not have to face my husband that night. I shaved my legs and lightly trimmed my pubic area. Later I took a sleeping pill to help me settle down. My last thought was I suspected Lloyd was having an affair with a gal from one of the plants he visited. I had no reason to believe it was true. I liked the idea; it gave me justification for what I was about to do. The next morning I wore a dress without slip or panties, and found a rarely used uplift bra. Since I did not want to wear panty hose or panties. I put on full-length hosiery held up with a garter belt. I rarely dressed like this, only a few times for Lloyd, and never in public. Looking in the mirror I liked what I saw. In a travel bag I put the items I might need including a change of clothes. I waited for the call. When it came, a male voice said, “Elizabeth. Room 515.” I was on my way to the adventure of my life. I arrived at the hotel and parked near a side entrance. A few minutes later I was standing outside room 515. Randy opened the door and said, “Good Morning, Little Darling” I almost melted. He noticed my travel bag and quickly took it out of my hand. The room was decorated in a New Mexico theme. Much nicer than I expected, it was definitely first class. He asked if I was nervous and I said very much. He laughed and said let’s have a light kiss to break the ice. I didn’t say anything. He kissed me like I’d never been kissed before, his huge arms completely enveloping my body.. His lips continued kissing and licking down to my cleavage. The kiss seemed to last for an hour, maybe two. I walked over to the ice bucket on the desk and leaned forward a bit to put some ice in a glass. I needed a cool drink of water to bring my fever down. Once again I felt his hands at my back and on my bra. This time I did not object, but rather let out a low moan of pleasure. He moved his hands and started to unbutton my dress, and when he finished he effortlessly lifted me off the floor. While he held me, trapped and helpless, he almost smothered me with kisses winding up at my ear where he stuck his tongue in and lightly blew. The hot drafts in my ear made me come unglued and I screeched and struggled violently. He stopped and lowered me to the ground; we both had our first good laugh, which helped relax me. The only thing holding my dress to my body was the side zipper. Randy slowly lowered the fastener, and the dress seemed to float off my body and drift to the floor. I don’t remember his actually doing it, but somehow my bra was gone as well. I stood there in my heels with only the thin garter strap adorning my lower tummy, and my hose; my lightly haired vagina now totally exposed. I was already wet! I noticed my reflection in the full-length mirror a few feet away. It confirmed what I knew. I looked hot! I looked hot, because I felt hot. I felt sexual in a way I’d never known with my husband. I was standing in the middle of this man’s hotel room, stripped down like a cheap whore, and about to fuck a man I had only yesterday kissed for the first time. For the first time in my life I was fully undressed in front of a man other than my husband. Randy never took his eyes off me. He quickly undressed, but left his white jockey shorts on. My eyes were drawn to the large bulge between his legs. My nipples hardened and jutted from my breasts. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted a man. In my lust, I was finally free. I wanted him to touch me, to kiss me…to suckle on my increasingly hard nips, and most of all, I wanted him to take me. He started to remove by garter belt, but I stopped him! “Let’s see what you have; your cock is the topic of conversation with a lot of the women at work. Show me what all the talk is about.” He slowly lowered his shorts, I knew he was teasing me. I was frozen in time, like a baby doe caught in the sudden headlights of an approaching car. The white fabric of his briefs gave way to the tan skin of his lower belly, and as more white disappeared, more skin took its place. Soon I was confronted by a his thick exposed shaft. I wanted to say, his penis was exposed. No, Lloyd had a penis. This was a cock! His underwear kept coming down, and still, I hadn’t yet seen the head of this monster cock. More and more was uncovered, and the more he uncovered, the more there seemed to be still concealed inside his briefs. Finally, with a quick tug, a Rasputin size cock sprang up. The head, the size of a large plum, was covered with his clear sticky lubricant. I was expecting to see a penis larger than my husband’s, but not one this much larger! I said to him, with a lump in my throat, “I don’t know if I take it. It’s too long…too thick!” I stalled for time; really nervous and scarred. In all my planning, in all my fantasies, I had never considered that Randy’s cock would be…could be…this huge! Finding my voice, I asked him how big it was? What a dumb thing to say. I was becoming childlike and I was looking for direction. He said he did not know. Obviously he knew, as it must have been measured many a time. I asked him if I could measure it; I wanted an excuse to touch it. He said, “Be my guest” I got the wooden ruler and tape from my things. I measured ten inches. “Wow.” I then took the cloth tape, measured the circumference and measured a strong seven and a half inches. I tried to do a mental calculation as to what diameter it, was, but could not think clearly enough to even do an estimate. I knew it was larger than I wanted it to be. Susan used the word “fat” to describe Randy’s cock. It didn’t feel fat; it felt very hard and firm. I was becoming concerned about his length and the very large diameter. Clearly, I wanted to be taken…to be fucked like a whore, but I did not want to be hurt. Randy sensed my fears and said, “Not to worry. I have other ways to satisfy both of us.” This was not the first time he was with a nervous woman whose husband was averaged sized. He assured me these “other” ways didn’t include inserting him monster cock into what I now came to think of as my “little vagina.” He said he would never force him self into me, we could play around a while and take it from there. His words relaxed me somewhat and I was feeling more at ease. After some tender kisses and holding, he asked me to get a hand towel from the bathroom. While I did as he asked, he threw back the bed spread and blanket. I was walking towards him with the towel, not knowing what to expect next. Randy grabbed me under my butt and carried me to the bed. Touching his rock hard muscles really made me feel safe. He promptly dropped me on the king-size bed. I wanted him to fuck me, but I was still afraid of his size. Flipping me belly down he surprised me with a full body massage. The lotion he used had the most wonderful fragrance. My Day of Roses Ch. 1 Starting with my toes, and slowly working his way up my body, his hands had disarmingly relaxing effect on me. The most erotic part was the massage between my thighs and vagina. Or was it the gentle movement around my breasts. Both were wonderful. The massage relaxed me and gave me the courage to say to him “Please be extra gentle and go in a little bit at a time. I’d need the slowness of his fucking to adjust to the massiveness of his cock. “That’s how I planned to do it. I want this to be a beautiful experience for you.” I felt more relaxed. It occurred to me Susan and others were able to take in his whole cock why couldn’t I? He said every woman he’d been with was always ready for more. Breaking my private thoughts, he asked, “Do you want me to wear a rubber.” “No.” I couldn’t get pregnant, and I wanted to feel his skin against mine. The look on his face was one of pleasure. My shoes, hosiery and garter belt was still on. He gently spread my legs and positioning himself, proceeded to lick me. For the first time in my life, I knew what it felt like to have a tongue inside me…inside my pussy! Strange thoughts came to mind. I remembered what Susan told me “The best part of a new guy who is about to fuck you is the unknown.” Now I really understood what she meant. As he continued licking and nibbling my clitoris I could feel the beginning of an orgasm. I didn’t know if it was the excitement or his technique. It was rare to have orgasm with my husband. I asked him to stop, as I knew my husband liked to be inside me when I came. Randy said not to worry as this would not be my last today and he liked to taste the first cum of his woman. I was unsure, but trusted him to know. When the orgasm hit I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. It seemed to go on forever. As I came back to reality, Randy moved up my body and asked if I wanted to kiss him…down there. I said I wasn't very good at it as my husband always said my technique was poor and I always gagged. Randy said he’d like me to try, as all men liked to watch as their cocks were sucked and manipulated. Randy gave me a few suggestions and said to also do what came naturally. He would tell me if I were doing something wrong. He sat up, leaning against the headboard. I moved between his legs and took his cock in my hand. It was so big - I’d never seen, much less tried to eat one his size. I stared licking the head and heard him moan. Then I licked the shaft as if it was an ice cream cone running down the sides then back up to the head for another bite, all the while playing with his massive balls. When I finally took the head into my mouth he nearly came off the bed. I looked up and saw him smile. He said continue, so far your technique is perfect. This gave me courage. I took more of him into my mouth. This time I sucked in my full lips to cover my teeth and would occasionally squeeze. He loved it. I continued until my jaw was beginning to get sore and I knew he was ready to cum. I never went this far on my husband’s penis. I wanted to feel this massive tool inside me. I wanted to stop sucking, but he begged me to finish what I’d started. “Everything will be fine. You’re such a good cock-sucker.” This was another first for me. I never tasted cum before, but then again, no one ever called me a good cock-sucker before, either. I didn’t know if I could let him come in my mouth, if I would be able to swallow his discharge. I screwed up my courage and put the head of his giant man tool back in my mouth. What the hell. I could do it! I went back to work and shortly he started to spurt. I swallowed and swallowed. I did not believe a man could come this much. As I sat up I noticed his cock was still erect. I looked at him with a question in my eyes. He must have understood because he said he spent summers on an Indian reservation and it was a trick he learned from his first Indian squaw. If he concentrated he could keep it up for a long time, he said. It was time for more fun. I said let me get some KY jelly from my purse. He let me up and watched me walk across the room to get it. Randy again told me I had great legs. It felt strange to walk naked in front of him and he whistled at me, making me blush. He said my blush was something all the men at work talked about. They couldn’t understand why with my looks I would get embarrassed by the whistles I got walking through the plant, but he liked the way I blushed. I was about ten feet from the bed and he said “Don’t you think it is about time we took off your hose and garter belt?” . I agreed and before I could start, he’d leapt from the bed, and walked over to me, his semi-hard cock flopping back and forth. “Let the pleasure be mine.” His hands felt nice unfastening the snaps and rolling down the hose, the inside tops of each were wet. First one and then the other were slowly rolled down. When he was pawing around my garter belts I started to drip some more from the stimulation. After my last three articles of clothing were removed, I felt as if I’d never been more wanton, more shameless! And I’d never felt better about myself. I hoped he was excited about my appearance. I saw him wet his lips as he once again lifted me, but this time gently lowered me to the bed He wiped the outside of my vagina with the hand towel. He licked and kissed every part of my body paying special attention to my breasts. I could feel them swelling under his attention and I was once again getting sloppy wet at my vagina lips. Randy said, “For fun lets see how strong you really are.” It was something he thought about ever since I jabbed him in the ribs. Without asking he flipped me over on my back. Then the game started. Randy straddled me and lightly rested his butt on my stomach. It was strange to see Randy's monstrous penis resting between my boobs and it almost reached to my chin. He grabbed my hands and pinned them beside my head. Then he said “try to toss me off.” I balled my fists and started pushing. I could get my arms up off the bed, but every time I thought I had enough leverage to push him off he’d pin me down. We were laughing our heads off, and I was getting excited again. It’s a wonder the heat from my body didn’t scald his balls. I had an idea to show him a thing or two. I figured if I got him off balance I could lift one of my strong legs to push him sideways and off. His ponytail hung down and rested on his shoulder. I started sliding my hip back and forth and he enjoyed the ride and said “Almost like the rodeo” He was having fun with me and he exaggerated his side to side rocking. When he was at a good angle I simultaneously reached for his ponytail, pulled hard, brought one leg up and quickly positioned it beside his head and with all my strength pushed him sideways and off the bed. He landed on the floor not believing what I did. The look on his face was precious. He got up on his knees, and looking at me said playfully, “You will be punished the Apache way.” I replied “You may rape and ravish me, but don’t scalp me” I then jumped off the other side of the bed and ran. Randy got up and chased me around a large chair; I was giggling and taunting him. Randy caught me and flipped me over his shoulder. He carried me to the king-sized bed; he gave each check of my ass a resounding slap. We both were laughing as he placed me on the bed and got between my spread legs. I never realized foreplay could be so much fun, even though my butt was burning where I’d been spanked. My pussy was now at its peak of ripeness and my juices were flowing. Now I really needed him to take me. I let my feelings be known; it was time to get with it or I would die. I needed him. He said “Soon. I want to you simmer down a bit, first.” All I could think of was how much I wanted him to fill my crying pussy. Randy wanted to make sure my pussy ached with desire in order to insure our congress would be exciting for me. I sensed the time was near and we would soon start our game of glorious copulation. He positioned himself and said he didn’t think we needed the jelly; he promised to stop if I said so. I was now about to be entered; the fears of the day disappeared. Slowly he pushed the head of his cock into my hot vagina. It felt immense and I wondered if the rest of it would fit? I said. “Randy, darling please hold for a minute.” He leaned over and kissed me. “Tell me when you want more.” He wanted to give me plenty of time to adjust and relax. After what felt like minutes, I could feel him moving and his penis sank in another inch or two, stretching me all the way. His timing was right; I was ready. After another rest, I said, “A little more please,” and he gently pushed in some more and another pause for my passage to adjust. During each pause he would kiss me with a long tongue-twirling kiss before pushing more. Many minutes later I could tell he was all the way in. I felt stretched to the max. but it was not too uncomfortable; it was everything I ever wanted it to be. After a last, slow kiss he gently pulled out all but the head as he softly massaged me. He said “We now know I fits.” He asked me to masturbate myself while he inserted himself again. I never masturbated in front of anyone before, but it seemed okay to do it with him. I started off slow and he kept tempo with me. I told him I felt the beginning of an orgasm. He told me move my hand, he would finish. He continued with lots of long slow strokes and then with a quick plunge he entered me completely! I felt the most amazing orgasm. I lost consciousness; the next thing I knew he was beside me cuddling and kissing me gently. We rested for a few minutes; my vagina still had a pleasant hurt and stretched feeling, which is hard to describe, but most enjoyable. He got up, reached for two pillows and placed them on the floor. He patted one and said sit here. I did as he ordered; I liked the arrangement. I noticed he was soft. The disappointment must have shone on my face because he laughed and said don’t worry it was rest time “We both need a rest,” he said with a sly smile. I knew from what he said there would be more and I was happy. We both laughed as he poured two glasses of wine. As we sipped the wine I asked what time it was. He said not to worry, as he would make sure I got home at the right time. I got some crackers from my purse. We were both famished after our morning workouts. For fun, the two of us tried to do the eating scene from the movie “Fanny Hill.” It did not work out too well, but it was funny and we laughed at each other I didn’t feel strange sitting on the floor naked, eating - it felt natural. I liked this, as I was able to observe his big soft penis. It was larger than what I previously visualized in my fantasies. If we’d have sat at the table in the room I would have missed the erotic part of the lunch. We took a short nap and after about an hour Randy leaned over and kissed me and asked if I was ready for another round. At first I wasn’t sure; I could still feel how stretched I was. But I knew I dearly wanted to do it again. The crackers and wine, coupled with the short nap refreshed me and I was in the mood for more. I could feel the heat of desire in my wet vagina. I knew in my heart I was only going to be with Randy this one time. So I answered with a loud yes. My previous fears of being hurt by a large penis were not justified, especially when one’s lover is gentle and takes the time to perform properly. I felt confident with myself and knew I was no longer a middle-aged little girl. I was now a real woman. Not because of this affair, but because I, by myself, made a major decision. I felt so good about me. Yes, I was right in doing what I did. I was in control of my life; I was starting to like being me. We walked over to the bed with our arms round each other. He felt so good, so gentle for such a big man. We sat on the edge of the bed and kissed while we both used our hands to rub each other in wonderful places. Randy finally got on the floor between my legs and started lapping my sore pussy. It felt so good. He didn’t make me come this time but I knew I was well lubricated. He pushed me gently back and entered me with one swift lunge. What a feeling! I found myself biting a pillow to muffle my screams. Then he plunged and plunged, not giving me time to match the rhythm of his strokes. My wildest fantasy was being realized, Randy was giving me what I needed. I was being manhandled and was completely under his control. When I finally got his rhythm it was so fast I felt like we were racing. I was being fully taken and ravished...I loved it...Oh did I love it. He finally slowed down and apologized for being so rough. I didn’t care, he felt so good and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would climax again. He could be so gentle and still use such force. Once again a powerful surge of electricity was pulsating through my body. It was on full force, and I thought I would again pass out from the pleasure. I doubled my firsts, to keep from ripping his back with my fingernails, and really pounded his back, shoulders and arms, from his moans I knew he was enjoying the beating. We both knew he could take it. I enjoyed hearing his groans when I hit him. It gave me a sense of power and control. The size of his cock and the way he used it really put me in another dimension, I wanted to scream with pleasure, to plead for more, but all that came out were incoherent words and moans. Randy was all the way in me and suddenly his whole body become as hard as a bronze statue. I felt his magnificent cock gets larger and the pulsation of his sprays in the depth of my most inner self. I will never be able to describe what it felt like. We both were experiencing a beautiful orgasm. He stopped and waited for me to settle down. When he knew I was off my emotional trip to a wonder place he said it was his turn. Randy wanted to pull out of my pussy, but somehow my pussy contracted in an involuntary muscle spasm, it stiffened my vagina and gripped his cock in place. He knew what was happening so he tickled and massaged around my vagina and relaxed my pussy. I said to myself “my pussy senses the end is near and does not want to say goodbye.” Randy slowly pulled out of my stretched pussy and presented his cock to me. He didn’t have to ask - I eagerly grabbed the shaft and put the head in my mouth and sucked, licking his pulsating head, Before I could do another ice cream cone on this wonderful projection of his manhood he started coming. I swallowed and sucked until he started to soften. When I released him, he leaned in for a kiss. We kissed like parting friends and I knew this was the end and I was sad. This was the most intense thing ever to happen to me. The day with Randy helped me in so many ways. He didn’t say anything, as he slowly walked to the bathroom. I heard the shower start. I wanted to go join him but I knew it was over. When he came out of the shower with a towel around his waist I felt really naked sitting there. I reached for something to cover with, but he stopped me. He knelt if front of me, put his arms around my waist saying “I don’t want you to cover up until I’m gone - I like looking at you and I want to remember how you look being completely sated.” He quickly dressed, gave me one last kiss and then…he was gone. I sat there for a while thinking about the most magnificent experience I ever had, and I was glad I had the courage to do it. I knew I made the right decision. I gathered up my clothes and my cigarettes. I really did not miss smoking all day but now with Randy gone I needed a cigarette. I went to the bathroom, turned on the exhaust fan and lit up. While I smoked I filled the tub for a nice long warm soak. In the warmth of the tub, I began to cry. To this day, I’m not sure what brought on those tears. Relief, shame, pain, or intense pleasure, all could have been motives. Or perhaps I cried because I had found love, and lost a lover all in the same day. I knew the day was over and would never come again. Once out of the tub and dried off, I could see both my breasts and my vagina were still swollen from the passion of the last few hours. I hoped the swelling in my pussy would be gone by Friday evening; Lloyd would be home that night. I didn’t want to explain why I was too sore to fuck if he wanted to. I slowly put on my fresh pantyhose, then tried on my regular bra. It felt too small; I had no choice but to wear it home. I finished dressing, redid my lipstick and hair. I gathered up all my stuff and put them in my bag. One last look around and out the door. At first I didn’t recognize my car. The hood was covered with red roses. I opened the car to put my stuff in, then stepped up to the roses. There was a note attached. “Elisabeth - Thank you for a wonderful day. You were fantastic and if you ever want to do it again, call me. I will never forget.” It was signed simply, “One who will always care.” I didn’t know how I would explain the roses but I knew I wanted to take them home. I didn’t keep the note - it could not be explained if it was found, so I tore it into little pieces and put them into a trash can outside the hotel, the words were already burned on my heart. No, I didn’t love Randy, but he gave me a day to remember always. I looked around me and I knew I was in a new wonderful world. I really felt confident about myself. In the future I would refer to this day as: “My day of Roses” Driving home I was thinking of my only true love, Lloyd. Yes, Lloyd. I started laying plans on how to update him on the art of erotic sex. Things would be better now; I would make them so. My Day of Roses Ch. 2 Chapter 2: My New Life Prologue: For some time Elisabeth had been thinking about having an affair with Randy, her boss, who had made several sexual overtures to her over a period of months. As her frustration with her husband's days away from home and lack of sexual interest grew, she decided that an afternoon with Randy would teach her the things she needed to know to improve the physical relationship with her husband, Lloyd. The erotically elegant and steamy love affair with her highly skilled and virile boss left her both excited and satisfied. The sophisticated and charming Randy had covered her car with roses with a romantic note attached. * * * * * After I arrived home I took the roses to the dining room and put them in watered vases. I told my two daughters I had grabbed the roses after a party at work when the secretaries were given flowers. Friday evening Lloyd came home from his trip, I told him I had a bladder infection and the nurse told me to avoid sex for a week or two. He did not seem too concerned. His reaction did not come as a surprise to me. Saturday morning Lloyd took the garbage out and noticed the roses in the garbage can. I told him what I told the girls. I believe he accepted this explanation, as he did not say anything. About three weeks after the affair I was sure Lloyd would be in the mood for sex and I would be able to slowly interject some of the sexual techniques I had learned. I was in the mood, but Lloyd was not. In fact his sex drive was at a new low. That is zero. Was Lloyd impotent? I was devastated as my plans for us were no more than one of my fantasies. Was I was naive in thinking an affair would solve our problems, or was I hungry for sex? Going to work my morale was at a new low and my coworkers noticed it. Larry became my close friend and I no longer considered him a suitor. He suggested we go out at noon and have a hamburger at one the fast foods. I new he would not try and take me to his house so I said yes. At McDonalds we would get our hamburgers and talk and Larry wanted to know what was really bugging me. I said this is not the most private place to talk and my problem was about my home life. The closest he came to flirting with me was when we returned to the plant and he opened my car door. Getting out my legs showed beautifully and he whistled. I said, "Thank you," and he grinned and said, "Yes Mama." In the following months we would make weekly lunch trips to McDonalds. One eventful day we could see from the car the food line inside was very long, and he suggested we go to the drive in window and eat in the car, It was a nice spring day and I said, "Sounds good." While we were eating I expressed my feeling more openly and tears started streaming down my cheeks. Larry took a napkin leaned over and wiped them away. We looked into each other's eyes and knew a light kiss was in order. After the kiss he backed away and said, "Do you feel better?" I smiled back. My pussy was on fire. The next weekend Lloyd's outdoor group was sponsoring a Triathlon for the local clubs and Lloyd and I went. Lloyd entered the one for guys over forty and he came in someplace in the middle, which is real good considering his short legs. He was really fatigued, and all I got him to eat for supper was a little soup. After which he went in the tent, and I knew he would not wake till morning. It was late afternoon and I went for a walk in the camping area. I was feeling sexy from watching the athletes run around today. Two good looking guys, probably in their mid thirties, engaged me in conversation about the events. They had entered the Iron man event yesterday. The blond said he was the coach at a nearby private school. I mentioned my husband finished his run today and was really fatigued. The good-looking blonde let it be known he was available if I needed anything. "I politely said I was happily married, and please excuse me, as I have to fix dinner." I attend the evening campfire and singing, but around nine p.m. it started to thunder and rain lightly. I left for my tent and on the way the blond saw me and said, "They are going to have a very informal dance at the covered pavilion. Come as you are." I said, "Perhaps later; I'll think about it." I checked on Lloyd, and he was in a deep sleep. I realized no escort to the dance from him. I thought about the dance and the blonde. His attention to me really got me worked up. I wanted to stay loyal to my husband, and I was hoping his running would stimulate his desire for sex. If I had given up on Lloyd who knows, as he was well built and looked interesting. He would have been great company on a rainy night. I listened to the rain on the nylon tent, and it slightly muffled the sound of the music from the pavilion. So I said to myself I knew if I went to the dance and danced with the blonde hunk, he would probably rub his belly into me, and I would feel his bulge and want to fuck him right on the dance floor. It had been over three months since my affair with Randy, and no sex with my husband for over six months Gosh! "What's a sex starved broad to do on a night like this and not get into trouble?" For my entertainment, I decided to stay in the tent and have an erotic fantasy about what would have happened if I chose Larry instead of Randy for my first and only affair. Let's see now where shall I start? But first I want to get comfortable so I can masturbate if necessary. I knew I would, so I got some paper towels to clean up with, and I undressed. Next I wanted to relax so my subconscious mind could help guide me. I relaxed my whole body and let my mind idle. I found myself in the twilight somewhere between being awake and sleeping. I was visualizing that I was at work, and when I saw Larry entering the office, I pushed my chair back, crossed my legs, and pulled my dress up above my knees. Larry and others previously commented on my beautiful long legs, and I know Larry would love to get between them. Larry comes up by my desk and sees more of my legs than he has ever seen. He stops and says, "Good morning." I moistens my lips and say in a sexy voice, "And a good morning to you too; is the lunch invitation still open?" Larry is elated and says how about tomorrow. It's Friday, and my wife will be gone on another one of her trips. I say lunch is hardly time enough. I will tell Susan I have a dental appointment after lunch, and I will be late. How about you? Can you get your lunch extended an hour? During the afternoon break Larry and I go over the plan for tomorrow. At lunch we will both take our own cars and meet at his house. I dream that the next morning went slowly, but finally it was time for the noon lunch break. I go out to my car, and when I am backing out, Larry is slowing leaving. Following Larry's Cadillac is no problem. When we both arrive in the driveway at Larry's house, he uses his wireless door opener to open up the two-bay garage door. We drive in and the door closes behind us. I see Larry and I entering his house; he slips his arm around me and says he has been wishing for this chance for a long time. I tell him I have thought about it too, but he has to promise not to tell. He agrees, but I'm not really sure he will keep his promise. I am excited about what is in store for me and want this to be a good experience. In my dream he is a gentle lover, and as I dream I am pleased and happy. Larry leads me into one of the guest bedrooms. Slowly he undresses me, caressing, kissing each part he uncovers. It is so erotic I feel like I'm going to melt. I have never felt so happy with my body. He is making me feel beautiful. After I step out of my shoes, he gets on his knees and slowly rolls down my hosiery. He then grinds his face in my pussy. I start getting aroused, and my moaning lets Larry know how much I am enjoying what he is doing. He them sticks his tongue in my love channel, brings his tongue up my slit, and attacks my clitoris. My knees start to wobble from the passion surging through me. Larry stands up, supports me with his strong arms, and gives me a long kiss. I reach out to undress him. He stops me and says for me to lie on the bed and watch as he strips. As I see him stripping, I notice his slenderness, but I am surprised at the muscle I see on his arms, and his abs are phenomenal. I tell him so. I also notice the bulge in his jockeys and say I'm anxious to see what he has for me. As he slowly lowers his jockeys, I scoot to the bottom of the bed to get closer. It is not as thick as Lloyds but seems longer. I tell him. "I did not expect him to be so large and to please be gentle with me, as I have not ever been with a penis as large as his." I lean in and kiss the tip, and he groans with pleasure. This is my cue. I take him in my mouth and start massaging him. He nearly sinks to his knees, saying, "Stop! Or I will climax. No one has excited me like this in ages." This is thrilling to hear (even if it may not be true). I let go and lay back. He comes to me and kisses me again, at the same time running his hand down my body. When he reaches my clitoris, he begins to slowly rub; then says it feels like you're ready for me. All I can do is nod, as I get another soul-searching kiss. Nothing is said as he starts to slowly plunge in and out. I cry out, "You are stretching me, and it feels fantastic; don't you dare stop." I tell Larry my husband is very small, and he is so large I think I am going to faint. As I tell Larry this, I can feel his penis swell up harder and larger. I join his rhythm, and it feels so good. I know I lied to him, but you must admit it would result in grand sex, and a good fuck to me is what it is all about. I know I won't take long to come, and I'm right. My first orgasm has started. It is so intense that I feel as if my pussy is drawing him further in. When I come down from my high, he is starring at me. The look of surprise is something to behold. It's funny - he talks his head off at work, but here I imagine he is silent. As I dream he is giving me some real deep strokes, I feel another orgasm building. I start to say something, but he kisses me and says, "I know." As it builds, I can tell he is ready to come with me. Our explosion is mind boggling--I can't think. When I come out of it, I visualize Larry seated on the edge of the bed with the biggest grin on his face. I smile back and ask, "Was it worth the wait?" Larry says "I never experienced anything like it in my life." He knew I'd be good but not as spectacular as I was. He says, "I want to be with you again real soon." I answer, "Even though you are the best, I won't promise." Because I previously thought of a way to almost guarantee his silence about today, I go to my purse and pull out a small six shot 22 revolver and tell him it is loaded with rat shot. and if I hear about what happened today, I will shoot him in the cheek of his ass. If I am really mad, I will shoot both cheeks of his ass. Then I say, "Now Larry what part of what I said do you not understand?" Wow! What a fantasy. I wonder if he is really good--maybe someday--yes maybe someday real soon. Right now I want Lloyd to be the man I so wanted him to be. I so need him sexually active. He is my husband and I do love him. It is fun to have a fantasy when you are alone. My vagina was sloppy wet, so it must have been good. I started to have another fantasy, this one with the blond I met today, but before I really got started I fell asleep. When we returned home Sunday afternoon, my thoughts were what to do next. I tried to rationalize my situation. Yes I need sex. The sex I want is at home with Lloyd, but it was nonexistent. I suggested to my husband he see a doctor, and all he would say is, "My job is stressful, and I'm not impotent." He then walked away from me refusing to discuss it. I chased him down the hallway and into our bedroom. Slamming the door shut, I screamed, "Lloyd what is going on? Please give it to me straight; I deserve an answer." Calming down, I asked, "Do you have a girl friend?" He answered with, "No I have a boy friend or two." "Jesus Christ!" I screamed. "How long has this been going on?" Lloyd said, "About six months ago I came out of the closet, so to speak." I asked, "Have you had anal intercourse with any of these guys?" He said yes, "I started about four or five months ago." Gathering my wits and calming down, I asked, "What about us. Have you given that any thought?" Lloyd calmly said, "Perhaps we can live together till the children are grown, and then get a divorce. I want you to know I still love you. Would that be O.K. with you?" I thought about it and said, "That sounds reasonable to me. You must realize I will see who I want and do whatever I think is best for me. I will not bring any lover into our house when you or the children are present, and I expect the same from you." I looked at him, and he said he understood and agreed. "Oh yes," I added, "There is one more thing; please move your things to the guest room." Lloyd agreed, and I fell on the large bed crying, During my sleepless night, I went over what had happened. I did not know if I should be mad, cry, or be relieved. I guess my body answered for me. I felt relaxed and at peace with myself. Yes I was now free of my problems and could now do what was best for me. What had not sunk in was that I was leaving twenty years of marriage and a hopeful future with my husband. In order to go to sleep, I thought who my new lover might be. I did not want to have sex with Randy again, as he was too large a man for me. Funny thing, when I think of Randy's oversized cock, my mind goes back to my Bible school days. One of the girls told me to look up Ezekiel 23:20-21. "She lusted for concubinage with them, whose members were like those of asses and whose organs were like those of stallions." . Yes it would be Larry. I did not care anymore about my marriage, as I wanted to be satisfied again with someone I knew and trusted. "Watch out, Larry, here I come!" Next weekend the schools would be having spring break. The oldest would be at a weekend band retreat and Lloyd would be taking the youngest to visit his parents in Tulsa. The house would be mine. The next day at work I told Larry if he did not have any plans Saturday to drop over to my house and have a light lunch with me. I said I wanted to talk out my problems with him, and do not expect sex. He said he understood. The doorbell rang at high noon, and I greeted Larry with a friendly hug and a short kiss. He wanted more. I said, "No, Let's have lunch in the kitchen." He did not reply because he was looking at my hot pants, tank top shirt, and the full length of my legs, the likes of which he had only seen in his daydreams. Poor Larry, he barely heard what I said. Over the years my boobs had enlarged to full C cups, and somehow they retained their firmness. I noticed Larry's nice bulge. He saw I was looking at it, and I pointed and said, "Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?" We both laughed and his bulge reduced in size. We went to the kitchen, and I told Larry to make himself comfortable at the kitchen table, and please pour the ice tea. I said we could talk while I opened a can of tomato soup and grilled the cheese sandwiches. Larry was my captive audience, and I went over all my problems. I did not mean to, but I found myself talking about my sex life with Lloyd, and mentioned we not had sex in over six months, not even a hug or kiss. During my talk I reached to get the can of soup from a top shelf. I do not know what excited him the most, the tightening of my calf muscles as I stood on the balls of my feet to reach the soup, or seeing the lower contour of my breasts when the tank top was drawn up. When the soup was hot, I poured some into each bowl and then took the browned grilled cheese sandwiches and cut then in diagonals. Stacking them on a plate, our lunch was ready. Before I started to eat I told Larry I never been with anyone other than my husband, and I was a virgin when I married. I was not about to tell him I experienced a one-time affair with Randy. From conversations with Susan, I knew Randy must have been much larger than Larry. Even though Larry must be large, I saw no need in telling him. It would have led to other complications. Besides a little fib to enhance a relationship was in order. I said, "My husband has a small penis (another fib), and from what I hear, you are richly endowed. If we ever have sex you must be gentle and patient." I continued, "What is most important, if we develop a relationship, I want you to stop seeing women other than you wife. If I should ever hear you talked about me I will do something drastic. I want you to sleep on it, and if you agree, give me an answer first thing tomorrow morning." Larry said, "I don't need to wait 'til tomorrow. My answered is YES." I replied with, "No Larry, I want your answer tomorrow. Now lets eat before it gets cold." Eating with him at the table and fantasizing about having sex with him all these months really got my juices flowing. I could feel my hardened nipples pushing against my cotton tank top. Without a bra it must have been exciting for Larry. It was definitely another event for his hungry eyes, Without thinking I picked up one of the triangle sandwiches and dipped a pointed end into the soup. Larry watched as I lifted the sandwich letting some of soup drip back in the bowl. Then I brought the reddened end of the sandwich up to my mouth. My tongue went way out and wiped the soup end with a slow circular motion. I then put the wiped portion between my parted lips, and sucked some of the melted cheese out. It made a sinuous, slurping sound. I followed with a slow bite. When I finished chewing and swallowing, I slowly wiped my lips with my tongue. I winked at him, and then I became weak. My sandwich fell out of my hand and splashed into the soup. I knew then I was no longer in control. After all these months, what was a fantasy was now becoming a reality. My time had come; I knew I would be sick if I was not taken soon. Early this morning when I chose to put on the hot pants and tank top without a bra. I must have known I really wanted Larry today. To insure his arousal, I made sure the can of soup was on the top most shelf. My wet pussy was ready a long time ago and was losing patience with me. I realized I could not wait to be fucked till tomorrow and it must be now. He came over to me, helped me off the chair, and gave me a long kiss and massaging the cheeks of my butt with his long lean arms. All I could say was, "Lets go to the bedroom." On the way I almost removed my tank top, but decided to leave it on, as I wanted Larry to have the pleasure. I thought again to what Susan said, "The best part of sex with a new man is the unknown." How true. Well almost. We were standing by the bed, and Larry started to undress me, my tank top first. As he slid my tank up, I could feel the material dragging against my hardened nipples; the friction felt like burning sparks on my tits. My firm breasts were fully exposed and ready. I was on fire. Larry then started to explore my bosom and gently massaged my two beauties, being careful not to touch the nipples, which so badly needed his gentle touch. Next he dropped my hot pants, exposing my thinly-haired, moist vagina. I sat on the edge of the bed and flipped off my sandals. He placed his hands on my inner thighs, and my legs automatically parted. What he did with his tongue to my vagina was beyond description. I was in a world to itself. Some people call this foreplay. I call it almost as good as sex, sometimes better. I came twice, long undulating ones. Larry returned to my breasts and circled the nipples with his fingers, very lightly rubbing my light brown areole. That was the closest he came to the nipples. His plan was to tease and increase my desire. Then he came in with his mouth and pounced on the nipples. Wow! He did do my nipples right with much-needed tongue swirls, sucking, and light bites. I did not realize how much I needed this attention. My real relief came only after a mild nipple climax. My Day of Roses Ch. 2 Larry noticed I cooled down a bit and he said, "Undress me." I said, "O.K., but first remove your shoes and socks," which he did real fast, and then stood straight up saying, "I am all yours." I unbuttoned his sport shirt, pushed it back over his shoulders, and slid it down his arms, dropping it to the floor. His upper torso was lean with a slightly sunken hairless chest. He was a low-key type who never really exercised or competed in sports. But his belly was flat and firm. Guess the horizontal exercising he got from satisfying the gals was all he needed in order to stay in shape. He definitely did not have the strong muscular arms and rippling stomach muscles I visualized in my fantasies. I then noticed his belt buckle, previously hidden by his sport shirt. It made me think of what they say about belt buckles, "The bigger the buckle the smaller the dick." He was wearing a small buckle. I undid the buckle, zipped down his fly and pulled his trousers down off his thin hips and thighs, exposing his briefs. He stepped out of his trousers and said, "Are you ready for the next act?" The anticipation was getting to me, as I felt tingly all over, but good. My pussy was no longer moist; it was flooded, and I was sinking with desire. I said, "Here goes," and pulled down his briefs, and his "maiden's friend" sprang up. It looked so beautiful and large. His pubic hairs were trimmed to about a half-inch long, and the base of his penis was shaved. This, plus the fact his large penis against a background of a lean body, make it look much larger than it really was. I guess it was about nine inches long and perhaps a little over two inches in diameter. I knew my love box was in for plenty of palpitating action, and I was ready. I should have set this up weeks ago. In my fantasies I guessed I would see a seven to eight inch cock, and I assumed the girth of his cock would be smaller than Lloyd's due to his slim built. Boy was I wrong! This excited me as I could almost feel him stretching and spreading me apart. I said to Larry, "Oh it is so large. I did not realize you were so well endowed. Lloyd is so much smaller, so please be extra gentle, and I will be your love goddess." What Larry lacked in muscular development he more than made up in the size of his love instrument. You know, it pay to butter up you sex partner; little fibs or complimentary truths can make sex extra great for both partners. If I told him about Randy and Lloyd's real size, he might be too rough, and I wanted a slow caring fucking today. I got on the bed and spread my legs. Larry knew what to do. It was like we both were choreographed for a sex film. Larry give me another cunningness, a beautiful one it was. He started by slowly circling my clitoris with his tongue until I reached a peak of excitement. Then he bounced on the clitoris with his lips and sucked and tongued my little friend. I never felt one this good. Indeed he was the master of his art. Man oh Man, did I climax when he started his sucking routine. He came up and attacked my firm tits, whose nipples stood out rigid and hard. As he was sucking one nipple I could hear the other nipple say, "Its my turn," and as if he heard their plea, he would change. Of course they can't talk, but their nerves do send messages, and when possible I try to satisfy their needs. I told my little friend hiding in my pussy to hang on for dear life, as I was expecting a stormy afternoon. Larry took my tank top and wiped his mouth and then we French-kissed like it was the only sex we knew. I so wanted his penis inside me, and my pussy screamed, "NOW, DO IT NOW!" As if on command Larry's penis was outside my portals. He pressed the head against my outer portals, and I responded with a real moan. In the past months my kegel exercises, and other fitness routines firmed up all my pleasure areas. Larry then entered about an inch and stopped. I believe I could have taken all of him if he had given me a deep plunge. What he was doing was teasing me, and he wanted me to have a few climaxes before he really tore into me. I begged him to go deeper. Larry shook his head. He pulled back and stroked in another inch and stopped. I was under his control and mad with desire. I said to please do more. He said, "No." I begged more, and again I pleaded. Then he went in about three inches and stopped, making me beg and plead for more. The last penetration was slow, as he did not want to bottom out and hurt me. I really loved his consideration, even though in my passion I wanted all of his magnificent rod in me with one plunge. Then he pulled almost all the way back and gave me strong full strokes. I really let loose and climaxed like I never dreamed possible. Again with pleading eyes I said to please do it again and again, or I will die from desire. (What he wanted was for me to remember my desire for him the rest of my life.) He pulled back again and during his next stroke, I wrapped my legs around his lean waist and pulled his penis all the way in. Man O Man! Another great long continuous climax! His penis filled me completely. At first I thought there would be no room for my natural lubrication. Then came the long slow strokes I wanted. Oh it was so wonderful, as it lasted a long, long time. We stopped with Larry's full, thick cock soaking inside me. He wanted to be sure I was O.K. and checked to see if I was feeling any discomfort. I said no. He was more than I have ever fantasized him to be. Larry smiled at me and said, "I never dreamed you would be so firm, yet so compatible." He also said most of the tightness near my portals was now relaxed, and we should now have fun. Hell, I was having fun. I could still feel the tightness, and it was a wonderful feeling. We took a break and he held me in his arms, I really felt secure. The best part of being screwed by a "Woman Master" is that they are in control and do what is best for the woman. Later Larry told me he took breaks during sex when he felt an ejaculation building up. By doing this he could, if necessary, go all evening or continue during the night. His erection would sometimes soften, but sexual stimulation would bring it back up. He then rested his belly on mine, pressing our pubic areas together, and moved his hips in a grinding motion. I really did moan and carry on, as I was experiencing pleasure in a new area. With a sexy grin on his face he said he was getting me in the mood for an old-fashioned country boy fucking. I teasingly replied with, "Let's see if a country boy can satisfy a big time city gal. Can you meet the challenge?" We laughed and kissed, and I noticed his new erection, and what a beauty it was. We were both more than ready; my teasing really made us hot. I could feel the flow in my vagina. Larry began with manly rugged strokes. He was in control, and my body was a slave to his desire. The feel of his large cock plunging and withdrawing through my stretched vagina almost made me swoon with pleasure. Somehow desire was taking over my body and was controlling my movement and rhythm to meet his thrusts. It was all so beautiful. Occasional when he was all the way in, I would do a kegel squeeze to hear him moan. His moans of pleasure were music to my ears, as I knew I was doing something special for him. We both felt our final climaxes were almost upon us, so Larry really got with it. He rammed and reamed me, and I tried to return his thrusts His cock then got extra hard and increased in size. I could sense he was about to climax. For a while he held this swelling with a kegel squeeze. Uncontrollably, he swelled even larger, the blood throbbing in his penis. Then he really spewed into me. I could feel the hot pulsating stream of cream he was injecting, and it felt like it was trying to put out the internal fire in me. In the heat of passion during my climax, I locked my long strong legs around his lean torso and lost control. The thought of his new larger penis in me caused me to do an involuntary crushing squeeze with my legs. It really must have been painful for poor Larry. He screamed with pain. I guess it would be a long time before he would let me lock my legs around him again. Especially when he thought I was ready to climax. Realizing the main event was over, I said to Larry "Let me give you a treat for the pain I caused you." He nodded an approval, and I said, "Get on your back and prepare yourself for a special ice cream cone licking." I went down on his half erect penis and licked from the base to his head. Then I repeated the licking and sucking on the other side. At the end of my upward stroke, I grabbed the head of his cock with my mouth and sucked and massaged for a long time. He wanted to climax again, but he had previously jettisoned all of his sperm. I grabbed his soft shaft and talked to the plumb shaped head on his shaft. "Perhaps next time, 'Little Larry,' I will first give you a fellatio, which you so richly deserve." We both snickered, as we were too fatigued to laugh. He knew I was receptive for a next time. Larry said he now knew what the ice cream cone treatment was, and he really enjoy it. Larry told me I was a once in a lifetime woman and there was so much we could do together. I replied. "Other than making love?" His reply was "Are you saying there is something else?" Larry snickered, and I mused to myself, "Is he really joking, or he really does believe that's all there is to a loving relationship?" I knew he was a "Bad Boy," and a gal should be careful and not fall in love with him. Only time will tell how long our relationship will last, especially if it is mainly based on sex. We dressed, and I sort of hurried his exit as I was fully sated and over fucked for one day. In fact, too much, considering it was my first in months. I wanted to get in the tub, have a nice hot soak, and smoke a cigarette. My telegraphing pussy was sending me a message. It needed a warm relaxing rest. At the front door Larry said he wanted to do it again this week, perhaps noon at his house. I said, "No Larry, when we do it again I don't want to look at a clock. I desire at least a half-day dedicated to our pleasure." I gave him a kiss and hug and said, "I want to give my husband another opportunity to acknowledge what his indifference to sex is doing to my life." From the outside of the front screen door Larry looked me in the eye with a playful look and asked, "Did the country boy satisfy the big city gal?" I winked and said, "I'll let you know one of these days, but not soon." Poor Larry he was again getting hard thinking about when it might be. I then shut the heavy door.