5 comments/ 53323 views/ 2 favorites All About Eve By: parkk84 Author's Note: A very close friend of mine wanted to submit this true story on his behalf. I did re-write it made a few tiny changes, but the basic narrative is as he presented it to me. * I've had my share of lovers, but there's always something special about the first. Here name was Eve, and this is my ode to her. This story takes some time to develop, so if stories like that aren't your cup of tea you might want to skip it. I'm not sure where to begin, so I guess good place to start would be to describe the principle people involved and a bit of their backgrounds. First, a little bit about myself at the time. I was eighteen, and still a virgin. Not that I wasn't attractive; in fact I knew a lot of girls thought I was pretty good looking. Nevertheless, for whatever reason, despite being as horny as an 18-year-old boy, I had never gone all the way with a girl. In fact, I hadn't even got past kissing and some heavy petting. Some of my inexperience had to do with just being kind of shy, but looking back, I know what the main problem was. Simply put, I wasn't all that attracted to girls my age. Even as a child, I had always connected better on an intellectual and emotional level with people older than myself. My friends tended to be older than me, and I often got along remarkably well with their parents. I was always a favorite with older relatives, like grandparents, uncles, and aunts, and I got along great with my parents too. Maybe that's why my romantic and sexual interests naturally gravitated towards older women as well. Anyway, that's enough about myself for now. Let's talk about Eve. In many ways Eve is nothing like the type of woman you'd expect in a story like this. Why? Because if you knew her she'd be the last woman you'd expect to stray away from her marriage. Yes, Eve was a married woman. She was also a mother of three, with two sons slightly older than myself and a daughter approximately my age. Eve's husband, Larry, worked in an office. I'm not exactly sure what he did but from the affluent lifestyle they lived he obviously made a lot of money. Eve was a very domestic woman. She loved to cook and kept a beautiful home. She did some volunteer work, and loved to travel. She also loved to exercise, particularly jogging, and had even participated in a marathon. She was extremely feminine, often cheerfully proclaiming herself as a "girlie girl" with a big smile on her face. In many ways, Eve led the perfect life, but there was something missing. Despite the often hectic life she led, she often felt bored. Much of that had to do with Larry -- I doubt he ever realised just how fortunate he was to have a wife like Eve. In all fairness, she could be a bit of a henpeck at times, but still, Eve's positive attributes far outweighed her negatives. My affair with Eve was a brief one, but even long after it was over I still held her up as a standard in terms of the kind of woman I wanted to find and one day settle down with. The connection I shared with Eve went far beyond the physical, but I understand that these stories rely upon the visual so I'll take some time to describe both myself and Eve at the time at which this story begins. I was 6' tall, and weighed about 190lbs. I was also very fit, as I played a lot of sports. That and some favorable genetics gave me a strong, trim body. I have sandy brown hair and hazel eyes, which I know a lot of women find attractive. As I said earlier, I got my share of attention from girls my age. At the time of this story, I was 18 and just out of high school. I had decided to take a year off before going to college, so I spent much of my time hanging out with my friends and working. Now for my description of Eve. Even in her early-forties, Eve was an absolutely stunning woman. She was quite tall, about 5'10'' or even a bit more. Like many women of Nordic heritage, she had pale blue eyes and shimmering blond hair. Eve's face was still incredibly beautiful despite the few creases that had crept in to show her age. If you saw Eve back then the first thought that would enter your mind is that she's a very beautiful woman who must have been absolutely gorgeous when she was younger. And, in fact, it's not hard to imagine what Eve looked like in her twenties as her daughter had inherited most of her mother's good looks and was very beautiful in her own right. Like any horny boy my age, however, my eyes often wandered below the neck when looking at a woman, and in this respect, Eve more than held her own with most women even half her age. She had an incredibly sexy figure, with a large, well-proportioned bosom. However, even those shapely breasts were nothing compared to her peach-shaped ass. To say Eve had a great ass is an understatement, and being a self-professed "assman" I was absolutely taken at how hot her body looked from behind. Put the whole package together and you have a remarkably pretty face woman with some extremely sexy curves. That was Eve. Eve often liked to dress in a pretty but conservative blouses and high heels or boots with either a skirt or blue jeans. She didn't wear a lot of makeup but what she did wear was applied very skilfully. Her blond hair was relatively short and always reflected the latest fashion. She loved to pamper herself with things like manicures and pedicures, the latter of which would be often displayed, as Eve regularly wore high-heeled, open toed shoes. I was absolutely smitten with Eve's feminine beauty from the first time I saw her, but it became much more than that. She was my first love. The job I had taken was delivering flowers for a small floral shop in town, although I had other duties, such as carrying heavy boxes and helping to clean up. The money wasn't very good, but I liked the woman who owned and ran the place. Her name was Margo, a woman in her late fifties who was always pleasant with me. This is where I met Eve, as she worked there part-time. As I mentioned before, Eve was often bored at home, and the job was an excuse for her to get out of the house. She absolutely loved flowers, and had an impressive flower garden of her own to show for it. Eve's husband often chastised her for doing things like having a job at a flower shop, saying it was beneath her. I doubt he ever really understood his wife all that well. Nothing much occurred the first couple of weeks of working there. It happened to be a busy time of year and so we mostly concentrated on work. Margo had a couple of other ladies who would help her during these times, and the group of four or five of them mostly kept to themselves. I just concentrated with doing a reliable job and staying in their good books. After the busy period ended, however, it was mostly just the three of us working at a time, and oftentimes only myself and either Margo or Eve. With the modest amount of business the small shop did, that was an adequate amount of staff. And this is when I got to know the both of them more intimately, and obviously when I fell in love with Eve. It felt strange at first; this was before the whole "MILF" craze, and even I thought I must have something wrong with me for being so captivated by a woman more than twice my age. Everything about Eve simply enthralled me, from the graceful way she spoke and moved, to the scent of her perfume and the pretty outfits she always wore. Unlike the girls my age everything about her was so sophisticated, so classy, and above all, so womanly. Eve was more than comfortable in her own skin, and that plus her physical beauty gave her a sensual mystique that I could not help but get caught up in. Eve was also the first woman who treated me as an adult, and that had a profound effect on me. I'd coveted other older women before Eve, but they were really more like schoolboy fantasies. Eve was the first woman that truly made me feel like our age difference wasn't an issue and we could have a normal relationship just like any other man and woman and, not surprisingly, this gave much substance to my desire for her. She was the first woman to call me "a man" without adding "young" in there somewhere. She was the first woman who treated me like a man without making me feel like I was being patronised. If she hadn't been married I think even our age difference wouldn't have stopped me from asking Eve out on a date, but of course that wasn't the case. One additional comment about what ended up happening between Eve and I. Both of us had strict upbringings where marital infidelity was considered a cardinal sin. Neither of us had ever been involved in any kind of controversy or scandal. Although I know we can't be the only two people that has done something so utterly against our natures, what ultimately occurred was indeed unexpected. You might say it all started innocently enough. As I spent more time at the flower shop Eve and I got to know each other better. Although I always had good relations with people older than myself it was different with Eve and, her obvious physical beauty aside, I found myself becoming more and more attracted to her in other ways too. Soon I found any excuse I could to be with her, and to my delight Eve made it obvious that she enjoyed my company as much as I did hers. Her eyes lit up whenever I came into work, a big smile covering her face. Oftentimes, when I'd be working on something in the back room Eve would come over to talk to me or tell a little joke that would have us both laughing. The physical space between us had become noticeably smaller too, and it wasn't that usual for Eve to put her arm around me or give me a little hug. There was a definite chemistry bubbling between us, and surprisingly we had a fair number of shared interests. And even the likes we didn't share felt like it enhanced the attraction, especially those that she would classify as "male" and "female." Eve had what would likely be classified as a very old-fashioned attitude regarding how men should act and how they should treat women. By this time, I'd had plenty of awkward moments with girls my age, especially those I had been interested in romantically, and so Eve's straightforward manner was like a breath of fresh air. It wasn't long before I felt like I knew exactly what to say and do with her, and she always seemed to know exactly how to treat me. Could we ever cross the line that kept us from becoming more than friends? Despite Eve being married, I began to wonder. It was against my upbringing but by this point my morals had been overtaken by my longing for her. I can't say I felt particularly guilty; as I said by this time I'd coveted many other older women, and most of them had been married too. The only difference was that Eve was sending me signals that made me think I might be able to do much more than merely admire her from afar. Eve had much more at stake however. A marriage, three children, her reputation -- would she be willing to risk all of that for a tryst with a boy young enough to be her son? I got to the point where I had to know the answer. It was worth risking everything to me, even Eve's friendship. What I hadn't realised was that I hadn't been so deft at hiding my feelings for Eve as I had thought. Eve knew a little of what I was feeling. In fact, she felt flattered since she felt nothing would come of it. I was determined now to make sure she wouldn't get off that easily. I had to confront those feelings, and I wasn't going to stop until Eve did as well. Even Margo took some notice that Eve and I had become very close. I remember the first time she kidded me about it. A pretty girl about my age had come into the shop to place an order. After the girl left, Eve teased me by asking if I thought the girl was attractive. "Well, yeah, she's cute," I replied. "Why didn't you ask her out?" Eve asked with a mischievous grin. "Don't bother Eve," Margo suddenly interjected, "Jack's only interested in older women." I looked at Eve in shock, turning three shades of red. Eve was surprised by the remark too, but soon started laughing, as did Margo. It wasn't the first bit of flirtatious language involving Eve and I, although none of it had happened with Margo present before. Eve knew she was a beautiful woman, and loved being told she was beautiful. It had been a bit awkward for me at first, but I soon loved feeding her ego by showering Eve with compliments whenever we were alone. Besides, I wasn't just being polite; everything I said was true. It made Eve so happy; from what she told me I knew her husband treated her she wasn't even there, and she often felt neglected. For the most part I tried to not criticise Larry in front of Eve, as I was worried about making my intentions towards her too obvious, but at times it was hard to bite my tongue. For one thing, the man was wholly unattractive. Larry was about fifty but looked much older and was balding horribly. He was also dangerously obese. Larry's cold demeanor certainly was nothing to be proud of either. Other than being a good provider I had no idea what redeeming qualities the man might possess. Larry had an absolutely lovely and charming wife. And even at her age, Eve still turned plenty of heads, as I'd had a several male customers at the shop pull me aside and discretely inquire as to her "availability." Yet he took her completely for granted. He didn't deserve a woman like Eve. I suppose that made me even more dedicated to putting my plan in motion. My first goal was to find a way to spend some time alone with Eve outside of work. I felt too clumsy asking her out for a "platonic date" so I decided to ask her about her exercise routine. As I mentioned earlier, Eve loved to jog, and had even participated in a marathon. I was in very good shape, but hadn't jogged before, so I asked for her some advice. Eve offered to give me some pointers, and before long we became jogging partners. Eve's neighborhood was noticably upscale and surrounded by some beautiful scenery, and she loved jogging in some nearby parks. And so that became our course. I was still moving things very slowly at this point, but little by little I gained more confidence. Eve began to further lower her defences around me too, and after a while I not only got to admire Eve's smart, charming, and beautiful side, but her sexual side as well. The little jokes we'd tell each other began to take on a bawdy tone, and of course, Eve loved to playfully torment me to no end about my still being a virgin. I have to admit, it felt a bit weird a first. I'd always kept a respectful distance from my "elders" and now I was trading dirty jokes with a woman who was old enough to be my mother; a woman I felt extremely attracted to and one I suspected felt the same way about me. What was even harder to get used to were the occasional moments when the ribald comments involved us directly. For example, one day when we were at work Eve told me she'd bought a new pair of jeans and naughtily added that she bought them because they really made her ass look great. "It already looks great," I replied, still feeling somewhat nervous about talking this way around her. As I said before, I really wasn't used to flirting with a woman more than twice my age. I certainly had never told one that old that I thought she had a great ass even though it was true in Eve's case. (I think she'd caught me a few times ogling her ass by now; there was another time we'd run out of chairs at work and Eve kidded me by asking if it was alright for her to sit on my lap. I blushed horribly at the suggestion, and she just laughed.) "You noticed?" she teased, enjoying my latest predicament. I'm not sure if Eve was aware, but just talking with her this way was giving me an erection. "Any man with a pulse would," I laughed. (I would have loved to have added 'except your husband,' but I didn't want to hurt her). Eve grinned contentedly, loving the attention, and so I continued. "Why don't you wear them to work? It might drive up sales." Eve broke out in her beautiful, feminine laugh, her face beaming with delight. She looked so gorgeous at that moment I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her. If we hadn't been expecting Margo to arrive any minute, I might have even summoned up the courage and done it. But I wasn't ready yet. The temperature of our flirting got more and more heated as time went by, however, and it got to the point where I just had to find out if there was really anything behind all of Eve's cock-teasing. Still, it took a few more weeks of this before I was confident enough to take the next step. As I mentioned earlier, I started jogging with Eve. Sometimes I'd come in to her house for a bit, either before we ran or after. Eventually, I'd find other excuses to come over and visit. I even got to know her family a bit. Eve's sons were two hulking young men, easily 6'5'' and well over 200lbs. Whatever I had in mind with Eve, I certainly didn't want these two to find out about it. Amy, her daughter, was also very tall. She looked like a younger version of her mother, beautiful, although Amy lacked much of Eve's warm, outgoing personality. I didn't particularly like her husband Larry, and it wasn't just because of the way he treated Eve. He seemed very aloof to me and disagreeable in general. Nevertheless, he tolerated me being around, so I guess that was something good about him. Larry's ego also convinced him that he had nothing to worry about regarding his wife having me as a friend, which was another positive as far as I was concerned. Much of the groundwork to my plan had been laid, but I still hadn't taken the definitive step that showed Eve that my feelings for her crossed the friendship line. Maybe it was silly, maybe it was a stroke of genius, but I wrote Eve a poem. I don't have it nor is it probably worthy to reprint here, but the gist of poem laid what I had wanted to tell her. My only "out" was to tell Eve, before she read it, that I knew I couldn't have her but that "this is the poem I'd write to her if I could." It wasn't crude, but it wasn't exactly clean either, as I made it clear that wanted to go to bed with her. Mostly, however, the poem expressed my love for her. Nevertheless, I tried my best to make it sound classy. Everything about Eve spoke "class" to me, and I thought she might appreciate this approach. And so we sat together on Eve's couch while she read. I watched her intently, trying to discern what she might be feeling. As for myself, I felt so nervous I could practically feel my heart trying to pound it's way out of my chest. By the end of reading the poem, I could tell Eve had been moved emotionally. "Jack..." Eve stammered, "I don't know what to say." I wasn't sure how to proceed. I still felt terribly nervous, and actually considered retreating to the safety of our friendship by trying to re-assure Eve that the poem was only "hypothetical," but I knew I'd come too far to go back now. Instead, I spoke to Eve about how I felt about her and told her I wanted to be her lover. I also told Eve she was being short-changed by her marriage and that she shouldn't allow that to keep her to returning my feelings. "If you think I'm leaving my husband you're crazy," Eve said. But she knew I wasn't asking for that. Eve paused for a minute, silently looking down at the page as she didn't know what to say next. I put my arm around Eve's shoulder, cautiously, as I wasn't sure how she'd react. Thankfully, she allowed it. I gave her a few minutes to think and when I felt the tenseness in her relax a bit pulled her closer to an embrace. "I love you so much Eve," I said. Eve peered up at me for a few moments as our eyes met, still looking a bit agitated. "No one can find out," she said, finally speaking. Feeling emboldened, I pulled Eve closer until I at long last tasted the soft lips that had been mesmerising me for months. Truth be told, I wasn't all that experienced with kissing, and the encounter was as awkward as it was thrilling. I could tell Eve felt uncomfortable too, as what we were doing was obviously sailing through uncharted waters for her as well. Nevertheless, I still felt the sparks of sexual excitement firing between us. All About Eve Eve was raised in a Christian household and was taught by her mother how to behave as a Christian woman. She learned that a wife was subservient to her husband in all things, Sexual relations were not for the woman's pleasure but were a duty, and the wife was required to submit to her husband's desires at any time he chose. Her marriage to Omar was not actually an arranged marriage but in fact, he was chosen by her mother, who said he was a good Christian man who even had his own shoe repair shop. When he proposed to Eve, she felt duty bound to accept and that was that. Omar was ten years older than Eve and already she could see that he was aging by his thinning hairline and the softness showing around his middle. Their wedding night was a disaster as both their inexperience was obvious and to make matters worse Omar finished before he could take her maidenhead. Panting, tired, and no doubt embarrassed, Omar rolled off Eve, turned over and went to sleep. As she lie there aroused and frustrated she realized her mother had been right, sex was not enjoyable to women. She put her hand between her thighs to feel the issue that Omar had spurted all over her. It had almost a creamy texture, she put a finger full to her nostrils but it didn't really have an aroma, then without thinking, she put her finger to her tongue. There didn't seem to be enough to taste so she scooped up another finger full and put it to her lips. It felt thick and viscous, coating her tongue, then when she realized what she had in her mouth she almost retched. She put her finger back to his mess and this time she slid the messy digit between her slit and up to that secret button, coating it with Omar's slime. She knew she was committing a sin for this was a forbidden place, a place where no Christian woman dare touch. Ah, but the more she daubed on the better it made her feel and suddenly she convulsed from something she'd never felt before. After, she was filled with guilt and she swore never to touch herself there again, but it felt so good, no, no never again. It took two more nights of her husband's bumbling before he claimed his prize of splitting her hymen and taking her virginity. His joy only heightened her dismay as she felt she had given to him something he didn't deserve; even so far, that she now wished she had torn asunder her purity with some implement before Omar had the chance to do it. He looked so proud of the smear of blood on their sheet Eve feared he might hang it on the banister of their porch as they did years ago. As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months it seemed that no matter how much Eve felt it was her duty to accept her lot in life she couldn't escape the feeling that she deserved more. One morning Omar came rushing through the kitchen on his way out hollering that he was late, no time for breakfast. When Eve saw his laptop on the counter, she grabbed it and chased after him, but when she yelled for him, he courtly answered that he had no time for her and kept on his way. Back in the kitchen she lay the machine on the table and finished making her breakfast, as she sat there eating her curiosity got the best of her and she lifted the lid to see inside. She was never allowed access to his computer and had in fact, been told not to even touch his precious laptop. She looked and saw that he was still logged in and so she began to search through his files and bookmarks. There were some stock market sites; of course, on a shoemaker's salary they had no money for playing the stock market. A few sites on shoemakers as well, it all was so boring why did he care if she looked at all the stuff. Down at the bottom of the page was a site simply labeled 'HH' and she wondered who or what HH could stand for. When she clicked the highlighted address, it turned out to be a blog going by the name of 'A Humiliated Husband'. Eve was appalled by what she saw, for it was full of posts about women abusing and degrading men in more ways than she thought possible. She noticed one of a woman wearing a house-dress not unlike many that Eve wore and before her was a man stretched over the arm of an easy chair with his trousers around his ankles and his fanny glowing red from the strokes the woman was giving his behind with a belt. She didn't understand why her husband or any man would want to look at something like this. Yet the comment section below was filled with men saying how much they liked the picture. Then about halfway down, she noticed a comment signed by a man going by Omar the Shoemaker. Could that be her Omar but when she read that this Omar wished that his wife would do the same to him as the one in the picture she knew it couldn't be her husband. She had seen enough and closed the link but then she noticed a chat room listed as A Goddess and her boitoy; and after clicking on the link she found a box with an open discussion still active from a person named Housewife Goddess. It read, Hey shoe boi I hope you're following instructions today, if I find you're not wearing your wife's dirty panties there will be hell for you to pay. What was this woman saying, was Omar wearing her underwear? No way, but she had to find out for herself, Eve dumped the clothes hamper on the floor and sorted through until she found all of her underwear inside. As a Christian woman, Eve only wore white full cut briefs or as her mother always told her, Eve you're a big girl so your should wear big girl panties. It was all right there in front of her it had been five days since she did the laundry and there was only four pair of her underwear in the dirty clothes. She went back to the laptop and typed in an answer, Dear Housewife this is the wife of Omar and he is indeed wearing my underwear and without my permission. What should I do about this? She then hit enter and after a few beats she received a reply. Dear wife of Omar I think you should punish him for this, maybe you should make him take them off shove them in his mouth and then beat his butt to teach him a lesson. The mental picture of this made her giggle and yet why not, her husband had crossed a line and deserved to be punished for it. When Omar got home that evening, he was surprised to find no dinner waiting for him on the table and his wife with her feet up watching television. When he started to say something to her he was shocked the way she put up her hand to silence him. When a commercial came on she finally turned to him, "Omar are you wearing my underwear?" and when he answered that he wasn't, she stood up and glared at him, "Don't you lie to me, drop those pants right now." Eve was shocked by her bravado almost as much as her husband and she watched amused as he fumbled with his belt and buttons, then finally his trousers dropped into a puddle at his feet to show her panties stretched out of shape by his fat belly. Eve also noted that he was aroused, proof of which was pushing her unders out in front. Eve wondered to herself if Omar noticed how similar her house-dress was to the one pictured on the website. "Hand me your belt, don't look at me like that, I said take off your belt." She watches as he struggled to free the belt from all the loops in his pants but the surprise was when he fell to his knees in front of her as he presented her his belt. "Lay your hinny over that chair," she ordered and after compiling, she pulled her panties off his rear and began hitting him with the belt. Each wallop encouraged her more, until finally; as his rump almost glowed, she relented and allowed him to stand. As he turned to face her, she saw the big wet stain in the front of her underwear. "Did you just discharge in my underwear?" She demanded but he was too humiliated to answer and merely hung his head in shame. "Take them off, take them off right now." Omar had to remove his shoes and his pants before he could take the panties off but finally from his knees he presented the stained knickers to his wife. He watched as she turned them inside out and then ball them up, "Open your mouth..." "I won't do that..."is what he said but of course, the silly boy had to opened mouth to say it and Eve roughly shoved the messy panties in his mouth. Shocked the man reached to pull them out but Eve Slapped his hand away and so he knelt before her a beaten man. The next day Eve went out and bought all new underwear, no not underwear she bought new panties, the kind that would send her mother into shock. Once back home she threw all of Omar's underwear in the trash and replaced them with her old drab ones. The next morning she lay in her bed and watched as Omar opened his drawer to get a clean pair, he stared for second or two but then picked up a pair and went to shower without saying a word. After that evening, Eve took control of not only her life but Omar's as well, including finances. If Omar put up a fuss when she would tell her husband about something she wanted changed, she only needed to mention his belt to get him to meekly comply. She began to go over the books of Omar's business; she noticed a lot of frivolous spending, so she went to the bank to change their checking account to where he could only write checks that were co-signed by her. It was there she met Marcy who complimented her on taking control of her husband's spending. She went on to tell Eve about how she ran her husband's life and how much happier they both were for it. Eve could tell that this was not a Christian woman; she swore like a dockworker, and even from where Eve sat, she could smell the cigarette smoke clinging to her clothes. However, Eve found she liked this strange woman and when Marcy invited her to lunch, she accepted with pleasure. Turned out that Marcy enjoyed drinking her lunch rather than eating and she guided Eve into the local bar by the bank. It was not only Eve's first time into such a place it was soon to be the first time she ever tasted liquor as the barkeep slid a libation in front of them that Marcy ordered. Eve listened to how this woman ruled her husband and how he was made to do most of the housework, including the laundry. Maybe it was the drink or maybe just the ease that Marcy talked about it but when she said that her husband was required to perform oral sex on her every morning and night, Eve was more interested than shocked by this. She had always thought that a man putting his mouth to a woman's sex was an aberration, but to tell the truth it had been in the back of her mind ever since seeing it on her husband's naughty web sites. Eve told this stranger about finding out what her husband looked at on his computer and even him wearing her underwear. Eve realized the drink must have been having an effect on her when she found herself giggling as she told of buying herself new panties and giving her old ones to Omar. "I'm telling you Eve my hubby isn't even allowed to cum unless I give him permission." "But how do you know if he sneaks behind your back and, you know, abuses himself?" "Oh yeah he use to do that a lot but now I got his junk caged up and he don't get out until I unlock him with this." She showed Eve a key she wore around her neck as she kept talking. "Not only is he now more attentive to my needs, with his cage he has to sit to pee and I no longer have to worry about him leaving the toilet seat up or missing the bowl." "Oh Marcy this is all so new to me, I hope you'll let me call you for help." "Sweetie I'd be glad to but you don't need my help, you're in charge of your life now, so just do what you feel like and if hubby don't like it too bad." When she got home, her head was spinning, so she lay down to rest, and soon all the things that Marcy talked about were running through her head. Without even thinking about it, her hand had wandered down and was soon casually rubbing that magic spot. Oh yes she was going to have Omar kiss that spot and as she imagined how that must feel she had the most intense orgasm of her young life. Epilogue: The happiest Eve had ever been was one night after strapping Omar's behind to a bright red he fell to his knees in front of her and thanked her for making his deepest fantasies come true. Later that year after Eve's mother died, she was going through a lifetime of both junk and mementos. How had she not noticed that her mother was living the same life as though her husband had not been dead for years? She was in his den and it looked exactly the same as it had when he were alive. She began going through drawers and cabinets separating things into piles of keep, donate, or throw away. She found a locked box in her father's desk, curious of what was inside she got a large screwdriver and pried it open. Inside were pictures of men with their behinds exposed and women with canes or whips standing beside them. Poor daddy if only he had confessed his desires to mother he may have ended up as happy as her Omar. All About Eve The following story was written for Eve. It is fantasy and as such safesex is not considered as it would be in life. * Driving the car down the country road Eve was enjoying the sunny summer weather as she relaxed making her way home from the business meeting in London. She loved her family life in the beautiful north east of the country but being a well paid manager of a major food store saw her often called to the capital to attend meetings. Sometimes she would rush home on the motorway to see her husband Steve and their three children but if the meeting finished early enough she would often take the opportunity to take the back roads so she could enjoy the more picturesque rural routes. Today the meeting had finished early so she was heading north on the minor roads but she was by now regretting the coffees she had drunk both before, and during the meeting, as she now felt the discomfort of needing to make a toilet stop. She saw on the Satellite Navigation she was approaching a village so decided the chances were there would be a pub she could stop at. She cursed as she passed through the quiet rural village as there was no pub and given the area was largely farm land she was not looking forward to the prospect of how long it would be before she found an alternative. Leaving the village she drove along the road and, as she took the bend in the road, realised a country pub was located about 100 yards up the road. She checked her mirror and noted there were no vehicles behind her so she indicated her intention to turn off the road. Braking she turned into the dusty dirt area to the side of the pub which was its parking area. She placed her white BMW between a dirty red flat bed pickup vehicle which had what appeared to be fencing posts and barbed wire in the exposed rear area. To her right was a small blue Ford Fiesta which was over ten years old. As Eve struggled to move her flat sole driving pumps off her feet, she moved them into the passenger footwell and retrieved her black polished high heels and pulled them onto her stocking feet. Once they were on she looked in the rear-view mirror and flicked at the stray blond hairs which had come loose and decided against retying her blond hair. Before she left the car she moved the Sat Nav to the glove compartment removing any trace before she left the vehicle. Whilst she was sure there were no car thieves in this peaceful setting she could not get out of the habit. Clutching her handbag she remotely locked the vehicle noting how out of place it looked between the two vehicles and inwardly cursed at the dust and dirt which already covered the pristine white paint. The car would need to be taken to the car wash tomorrow she noted. Approaching the pub she saw it looked quiet and checking her watch Eve cursed as she wondered if the pub was open all day or was it now closed? She pushed the door and was relieved when it opened allowing her to hear a conversation from within. Her eyes adjusted from the bright sunlight to the comparative darkness and saw a man behind the bar wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. He had short blond hair and blue eyes and looked to be in his late teens or early twenties. Quickly scanning around the bar she saw three men sat at a table in the bar. Their clothing and rough appearances gave her the impression they were farm workers and probably the owners of the pickup she had parked next to. At the end of the bar was seated a man in his late sixties who had his dog curled up peacefully at the base of his barstool. Eve was aware that each of the men was looking at her. Part of her thought this was due to the fact it was no doubt a local pub which rarely saw new drinkers visiting whereas the other part of her felt their gaze was being drawn to the blond woman in her smart business attire, stocking clad legs and high heels. At 39 years of age Eve was often considered to be younger and was often complimented on her looks and various physical attributes. She approached the bar and tried not to give away the fact she was aware of the looks she was receiving. "I was worried you were closed. Could I have a coke please?" She asked the barman. "Had you been two minutes later I would have been closed for the afternoon but how could I refuse your request." He replied smiling. Eve smiled back. "To be honest I am in need of your toilet facilities as well so if you could point me in the direction of the ladies please add whatever you want to drink to my order." "Cheers, they are down there." The man said and directed Eve to the side of the bar away from where the men were all sat. Eve made her way off to her left and saw there was a smaller area in an annex style room which she stepped down into from the main bar. The two doors at the far end of the room had the door for the Gents and Ladies. Once in the ladies Eve sat in the cubicle and felt the relief as she emptied her full bladder. She thought of the bar area and now she was not thinking of the need to go to the toilet she giggled when she thought how many times she had told Steve of her fantasy to be in a bar with a group of strange men and become their plaything. She reached into her handbag and took out her phone and quickly composed a text to Steve. "Hi sexy, have stopped in a quiet rural pub and there are five men here in the middle of nowhere. How many times have we fucked with me telling you about my fantasy. He he he I am tingling xx." Having sorted herself out she picked up her bag. She stood by the basin and washed her hands under the warm water, rubbed the soap into her skin and then rinsed the lather from her palms. Looking into the mirror she touched up her lipstick and adjusted her hair so all of her blond hair was tied back nicely with no loose strands. As she went to pick her handbag up she heard the notification she had received a text. Unlocking the screen she clicked on her messages and saw it was a reply from Steve. "Go for it. I look forward to hearing ALL the details. xx." She smiled and switched her phone off and made her way back into the bar area. Nearing the bar she saw no one had left; in fact they were showing no signs of being in any hurry to finish their drinks and leave. "Did you get yourself a drink?" She asked the barman. "Thank you for the offer but you are okay." He replied. She extended her hand over the bar to shake his hand. "Well thank you for helping me out of my "spot" there, I am Eve by the way." He shook her hand "Hi Eve, I am Tom." "So do you live in the village?" Eve asked before she started to sip her drink. "Sort of. My parents own this place and I am at University in Liverpool. Came down for the summer break and end up behind the bar here while mum and dad have gone on a shopping trip. To be honest I wanted to shut the pub, get these guys out, as my mate who lives in London is staying over and he is getting to spend all day playing on my games console while I work down here." "So you are enjoying your holiday?" Eve said laughing. He laughed "Sorry to whinge." "How old are you Tom?" Eve asked. "19." He replied "Why?" Eve leaned forward and beckoned Tom closer. As he leaned forward she noted his eyes lower so he looked down at her cleavage. "When I stepped in here I could feel all of your eyes on me and I don't think it was entirely due to me 'not being from around here'. Also I think you just got a nice view of my chest." Tom blushed and tried to apologise but Eve put a finger on his lips. "Sssh I owe you a thank you and to be truthful I have always had a naughty fantasy about being the only girl surrounded by male strangers. So I am popping out to my car to pick something up and when I come back in why don't you close up for the afternoon and we can all go down there and play." Eve said motioning her head in the direction of the small bar area by the toilets. "Think they will be up for it and your mate as well?" "You sure?" Tom asked. "Of course, back in a second." Eve walked out of the pub and went to the boot of her car. She went to her overnight bag and her hands moved though the clothes she had worn yesterday when she had travelled down prior to her meeting. She took an item from the bag and placed it securely in her handbag. Having given Tom adequate time to explain what was happening, or about to happen, to his regulars she was pleased to see no-one had left the pub. As she approached the door it was opened by Tom. She walked into the pub and she kissed leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Lock the door I am horny." She told him. Her eyes became accustomed to the interior light and she saw the men were already congregating in the area she had suggested while the dog was motionless and asleep in the now silent bar. The metallic sound of the bolts moving confirmed Tom had secured the door and they would not be disturbed. Tom went to go upstairs. "Hold on Tom, your mate did not help you behind the bar so let him play on his 'toy' while we warm up." Eve said dragging him towards the lower area. The men were talking amongst themselves but as they were aware of Eve's approach they fell silent and she was aware of the four pairs of eyes turning to her. "Hello gentleman, I am Eve. I want to thank Tom for his hospitality and at the same time make a fantasy of mine come true, which I think will make us all happy." She said winking. She motioned Tom to come to her. "Tom, can you have the table moved into the centre and you guys seated on the seats to the side." Eve asked having moved the table with her hand and confirmed it was a heavy and stable piece of furniture. "I will be two minutes and then let the fun start." She moved into the ladies placed her bag on the surface by the basin. She checked her makeup and hair one final time in the mirror. Undoing the two highest buttons on her blouse showed her tanned cleavage. Her hands hitched up her skirt and Eve removed her white silk knickers and she lifted the gusset to her nose and inhaled the smell of her arousal. Her fingers brushed the material and she could feel the moisture. She placed the garment on the top of her bag and reaching inside she took out her phone. Flicking her fingertips over the screen she scanned files contained on it. Allowing her panties to fall into the bag she picked up the handbag and her phone. Opening the door Eve returned to find the men were all sat looking at the door with faces full of expectation. "Okay lads." She said placing the handbag on the floor out of the way. "I have a treat for you Tom but close your eyes." Tom closed his eyes and Eve put her finger to her lips to tell the other men to remain quiet and she removed her undies from the bag. Approaching Tom who was sat on the seat Eve carefully straddled him and sat on his muscular thighs. Lifting the material until it was rubbing Tom's cheeks he moaned and smiled as the soft material touched his shaven jaw line. As she neared his mouth she rubbed the gusset under his nostrils. "Oh yes that smells so naughty." Tom moaned. "I know." Eve said grinning and winking at the other men. "I can feel how hard you have got Tom. Open your eyes sexy." Tom opened his eyes and was greeted by Eve clasping his face in her hands and giving him a passionate and deep kiss. "These are my present for you to have permanent reminder of me and today." She said as she tucked her knickers into the neck of his t-shirt. "Take my blouse off." Tom started to undo her buttons. Eve could tell he was nervous as well as excited by the way his fingers struggled with the small plastic buttons. Once the fabric was apart at the front Tom pulled the blouse off of her and discarded it to her bag. Eve kissed him again sitting on his lap with her matching white silk bra barely covering her firm breasts. She took her phone and handed it to one of the farm workers. "Can you take a couple of snaps for me as a keepsake?" She asked. Without another word she had moved off of Tom's lap and her hands moved to draw down his zip. Once she had his flies open and her hand delved into the material and she felt his erect penis. She pulled him free and started to wank his hard uncut cock in front of everyone. She bobbed her head forward and started to lick and suck on Tom. Her other hand undid the button of his trousers and she tugged the belt to suggest to him he should undo his belt. Once he had followed her hint she stopped and pulled his trousers down. Turning her head she faced the other men. "Ok, you guys follow suit and I want to see all your cocks on display." She then returned to sucking Tom. She could hear the sounds of the men all complying with her demand and she was making Tom moan and pant. She broke away and started to lick his balls before looking up into his eyes. After taking him from her mouth Eve said "You can cum in my mouth Tom." Then she started to suck hard on his shaft and with one hand she rubbed him and the other hand raked the skin of his scrotum. She moved her middle digit and she pushed it up so she was forcing the tip of her finger into his rectum. She wanked him, pushed her finger into his anus and was not surprised to find the telltale puff of air escape from the tip of Tom's cock which previewed the flood of hot semen which them filled her mouth. Sucking hard Eve felt the hot salty fluid slide down her throat as she gulped swallowing his sperm. "Go get your friend." Eve said. "Ok, who is first?" she asked. Her hands moved behind her back and she unclipped her bra. Her 32C breasts held pert and erect. Eve's nipple's were hard and erect fully complementing her enhanced chest. Throwing the bra in the direction of her bag she started to unclip and unzip her skirt before she stepped out of the material when it fell to her feet. Standing naked apart from her black heels, black stockings and suspenders she moved her legs so the men could see her bare shaven pussy mound and outer lips. She saw their cocks were now hard and there were a nice selection of long or thick cocks. Eve sat on the edge of the table. "Come on boys don't be shy. I want you to fuck me." Without another word Eve laid back and felt the cool wooden surface on her exposed back and buttocks. Parting her legs she showed the men her wet pussy. The oldest of the men approached her and started to finger her outer lips before he pushed a finger into her wet vagina. He masturbated his hard cock rubbing the tip around her wet entrance before bring it up to flick over her clitoris. Then he drew it down and leaning forward he penetrated her before starting to fuck her deeply. The remaining lads moved around her and she felt two pairs of hands taking a breast each. They mauled her enhanced flesh and rubbed her erect nipples. "Fucking hell they are incredible." One of the men said. Before Eve could reply, respond or react she felt tough work worn hands on her face as her head was tilted to the side and her mouth came into contact with a solid circumcised penis. She opened her mouth and let the man facefuck her roughly. She moved the angle of her neck to try to take as much of the cock as she could. Closing her eyes she relaxed and felt two cocks taking advantage of her exposed inviting mouth and cunt. "Jesus Christ Tom, you never said this happened in this sleepy old place." A voice said. Eve opened her eyes and tried to twist her head. The man pulled his cock free and let go of her head. Over the shoulder of the guy who was fucking her Eve saw Tom's friend who was a huge lad. He was tall and broad and she guessed he was over six foot three at least and the most amazing part of his appearance to her was his shiny ebony skin. His shaven head shone as it caught the daylight. "Fuck me..." Eve muttered as she realised she was going to get her first black cock. "Oh for sure you dirty little bitch." He said with his bright white teeth flashing as he grinned and leered at Eve. Sensing from his face the man in her pussy was getting close Eve looked into his eyes. "That's it cum in my tight cunt." She shouted to encourage him and within seconds his face contorted and she felt his sperm flood her. His cock started to wilt and as he pulled out of her she felt the sperm running out of her pussy. The man near her face grabbed her head and started to push his erection into her mouth and she could feel fingers rubbing her clit. She moaned and she started to rub the balls of the man who was in her mouth. As she concentrated on sucking him she felt sperm splashing her tits as one of the younger guys got carried away wanking as he handled her right titty. The man rubbing her left breast laughed and teased him for cumming too soon and simply rubbed the semen into her warming titflesh. Suddenly she felt the mouth of a one of the men on her clitoris and he started to lick her swollen clit. Eve knew she was close and she moaned as the expert oral attention was making her vagina start to pulse. She started to cum and as she moaned her mouth and tongue where vibrating on the tip of the cock in her mouth and she sent him over the edge and he unloaded spurt after spurt of hot seed into her mouth. With her pussy throbbing Eve felt the head of a bigger penis sliding up into her as she pulsed and as he fucked her she started to get more ripples. "Lick his spunk off my fingers." The man who was now fucking her said as he slammed in and out of her. She licked his hands tasting the salty fluids his friend had "splashed" over them. "Ready for me now" Tom's friend said and he approached her. "Oh my god" Eve said when she saw he had stripped completely naked and his semi-hard cock slapped his thighs as it swayed from side to side as he walked slowly towards her. Eve took his cock in her hand as she started to wank his swelling penis. His cock was large and thick and she could barely get her hand around it. It was easily the thickest penis she had ever felt and as he was fully erect she guessed he was over nine inches long. She licked the tip as she drew his foreskin back to expose the shiny lighter brown colour of the helmet of his penis. She was so transfixed by his penis she was taken by surprise as the man in her pussy fired his spunk deep into her cervix. He pulled his cock out of her and she felt semen splash out of her. "I want to ride that." She said as she wanked the black erection in her hand. Lifting her body of the table surface she could feel the semen sliding onto her inner thigh. Allowing the man to lay on the table Eve climbed onto to the surface until she was straddling his groin. A large globule of sperm fell from her and landed on his black thigh. The white semen contrasted to his ebony skin. She reached down and took his erect shaft in her right hand. Pushing his head into her pussy entrance she eased her waist down as the collected cum acted as a lubricant on his large phallus. Slowly she lowered her hips and felt his penis stretching her pussy exquisitely. When she was full of him she gasped. "Rub my clit and make me cum." She muttered. He did as she asked and she slowly moved up and down on him to fuck him as he flicked at her swollen clitty. She bounced quicker as he played with her and she stated to pant as another orgasm started off in her now sore pussy. She fell forward onto the naked chest. She kissed him. "Thank you honey, now fuck me like a whore." She whispered in his ear. She turned her head back. "Tom, fuck my arse if you want it, the rest of you can wank and cum on me if you can get hard." She reached back with her hands, her chest crushed flat against the ebony smooth chest. Her hands pulled her cheeks apart exposing her anus for Tom. He was keen and she felt his cock easing into her anus. Laying flat on the man she let him thrust into her from below as Tom's smaller cock filled her anus. She could feel their shafts rubbing the flesh between her vagina and anus as she was driven insane by the filthiness of her situation. Two of the lads were wanking next to her and she could feel hands at the sides of her tits as four men enjoyed her and one of the men at the side of her grunted and she felt hot fluid splash her face and into her hair. Tom and his friend were now bouncing her limp body and she was fucked in her front and rear. Tom pulled hard on her hips as his penis emptied in her tight arse and within minutes she felt the huge cock inside of her pussy pump the contents of his balls into her. Tom withdrew from her ass and for the first time Eve realised how tired and sore her body was as well as the smell of sperm which had been spilt. All About Eve "Not like that silly," Eve said, slightly amused. It was comical whenever Eve took this tone of voice. She sounded like a teacher instructing her pupil, and Eve loved to teach me things. She'd been giving me advice on sunjects like clothing for weeks now and I could tell she relished the role of teaching me. In hindsight I think reverting to this tone now served to give Eve a comfort zone to work though the anxieties she was feeling. And so for the next fifteen minutes or so, Eve and I kissed, with her occasionally stopping me to offer a suggestion. It's sounds funny relating the story now, but it really was erotic, especially the last few minutes when we did it without interruptions and I could tell she was starting to get into it. I thought maybe it might lead to something more, and was wholly disappointed when Eve pulled away. "You have to go now Jack," Eve said. "The boys will be home any minute." The last thing I wanted to do was tangle with those two giants Eve called sons, so I sprang up immediately to leave. I looked at Eve for any sign that she was OK with what had happened... "Come back around this time tomorrow," she said with just the faintest hint of a smile. For the next few days we continued "practising" while we sat on Eve's couch. Clearly I got better, as Eve stopped me less frequently now. The intensity of our kissing sessions increased as well, and occasionally I managed to cop a feel of one of Eve's firm breasts or her curvy ass before she pulled my hand away. Yes, Eve wasn't comfortable with anything more than kissing at this point, but that was about to change. The next big step forward in our relationship took place one day at work. Eve and I were alone and out of the blue she began kissing me. I had tried to initiate things like this with her before but she had always rebuffed me. From the sheer ferocity of her kisses, I could tell Eve was feeling very horny, and I got extremely excited seeing her in this state. Before I knew it we in the shop's back room heatedly making out like long-lost lovers. My hands were pawing her all over, and this time Eve reciprocated in kind. When I felt Eve's hand grabbing my hard cock through my jeans it took all the willpower I had not to cum. Suddenly, the buzzer in the store went off, telling us that a customer had arrived, so Eve and I stopped fooling around and she managed to compose herself well enough to serve the customer. After the patron left, Eve went to the bathroom to freshen up. "We really shouldn't have done that," Eve said when we alone again. "I can't say I mind," I smiled. "It's not funny," Eve said, somewhat worried but now slightly amused. "What if Margo had come in?" We laughed off our good fortune, but I knew Eve would play it safer from now on. Nevertheless, I was pleased to see that our physical relationship had progressed beyond merely kissing sessions on her couch. "Eve, I want to make love to you," I said very matter-of-factly. The phrase didn't come out in the suave manner I'd hoped it would. Frankly speaking, in many ways I was still boy trying to find his place in the adult world. Eve put her fingers to my lips to stifle me, and made a hush-hush sound with her voice. I think she did that simply because she didn't want to ruin the moment, because nothing in her expressions or mannerisms led me to believe she felt differently. One of the oddest conditions of my affair with Eve was that it didn't really feel like an 'affair.' By that, I mean that everyone else believed that Eve and I were nothing more than friends, and so there wasn't much of what you'd call "sneaking around." I guess people just assumed that I was non-threatening in this regard and that Eve wouldn't cheat on her husband with a boy half her age. It was also odd in the sense that I even started spending more time with her two sons. They really were nice guys, although I still wouldn't want to ever get on their bad side. I saw less of Eve's daughter Amy, as she had a boyfriend and was often out with him, but she too was likeable once you got to know her. Larry was actually quite pleased in that Eve had found someone to spend her time with, as Eve and I sometimes went on (platonic) dates. I think Larry was just glad to have Eve out of what was remaining of his hair. No one suspected that anything out of the ordinary was happening between us, not even Margo, although she liked to kid that Eve and I were "up to something" because of the way we had become close friends. Eve had some very refined tastes and loved to go to shows and the opera. Not surprisingly, I didn't share these interests with her, but I loved spending time with Eve so much that merely being in her company was more than enough to make me happy. Besides, Eve always dressed "to the nine's" for these events, and just seeing her in one of her formal gowns was a sight to behold. I had one nice suit. It was nothing near the price range of anything Eve would wear to these events, but she never made me self-conscience about it. I can't over-emphasise what a beautiful woman Eve was, both inside and out. I desperately wanted to have make love to Eve by this point, but every time I tried to push the boundaries of our relationship, she would slow things down, and I often wondered what kind of mind games she was trying to play with me. Finally, I confronted Eve with my frustrations and she explained that she still often wrestled with the morality of what we were doing and that she had to be in the right mood before she felt comfortable enough to take action. From then on I tried everything I could think of to create the right romantic atmosphere, but with mostly poor results to show for it. Finally, one evening after one of our dates, Eve instructed me to drive to a secluded spot where we stopped the car and made out. I could tell Eve was feeling especially frisky tonight, as her hands were practically groping my cock through my pants. "I know it's been tough for you Jack, but why don't you lie back and let me take care of you," Eve said with a delicious smile. I lay back and Eve deftly unbuckled by pants, freeing my tented boxers. She pulled down my underwear, and after over a month of nothing more than kissing and some petting, I finally felt the touch of Eve's delicate hands on my bare cock. She stroked my erection with one hand while massaging by balls with the other. It was the first handjob of my life, and it felt unbelievable. Within a minute I was spraying Eve's soft hands with my semen, the first time I'd cum for a woman. I looked at Eve's face for any sign of disapproval for ejaculating all over her fingers but she was smiling contentedly. "How was that?" she asked. "Would you like to rest?" "Incredible," I replied, "and no, I'm up for whatever you are." "Well, that certainly seems to be the case," Eve chuckled. She was still holding my cock in her hand as we spoke, casually jacking me off, and even though I'd just cum it was already erect again. "I don't do this often, but I think you deserve a special treat," Eve said with a little wink. And with that, Eve leaned over and tentatively flicked her tongue over the tip of my cock. Gauging that my taste was agreeable with her, she began licking the throbbing head my penis like it was the top of and ice cream cone for awhile before taking the crown completely into her mouth and hungrily sucking it with her lips. I wish I could have prolonged the pleasure, but I was so excited that barely a minute passed before I was cumming again. To my surprise, Eve wasn't finished yet. She continued by bobbing her head over my shaft hard and fast, surprising me again with her enthusiasm, and before I knew it I had my third orgasm of the evening. For a woman who said she didn't perform fellatio often she seemed very good at it, and I questioned Eve about this. Not surprisingly Eve's answer revolved around her husband's inadequacy in the bedroom, as it was abundantly clear to me by now that Eve's wasn't getting any sexual gratification from her marriage. I was breathless now, and definitely needed a rest. If and when we did have sex, however, I knew I'd have to show much greater stamina than I'd shown tonight. I wanted to satisfy Eve too; as pleasing her meant a great deal to me. In fact, there wasn't anything I wouldn't do in or out of the bedroom for Eve. Surprisingly, things cooled off between us for the next few days, and I was starting to wonder if maybe our relationship had taken a turn for the worse. Eve could be extremely moody and there were times when I was completely dumbfounded as to what she thinking, but I decided to wait a bit longer before confronting her about it. Despite the problems she faced in her marriage, I doubt Eve ever thought she was capable of committing adultery. Even stranger that she would try and find satisfaction in her sex life with a virgin who was no older than her own sons. Part of her was still trying to deal with this moral dilemma, and it troubled her at times. Finally, things started moving forward between us again after one day at work. I knew something was up from the start from Eve's mannerisms; after days of being somewhat distant she was bright and friendly again, and for a while I was just happy to have my old friend back. Just as I was about to leave for home, however, Eve stopped me. "Jack, I was wondering if you'd wanted to come by the house tomorrow?" Eve asked. "Sure, I'd love to," I answered. "Great!" she said. "Come by around noon. We should have the place to ourselves all day." That last sentence really threw me for a loop, and even though Eve spoke casually I had the distinct feeling that she had a lot more in mind than what we'd done thus far. Nonetheless, I didn't get the impression that Eve wanted to talk about it now so I just tried to act natural as I bade her goodbye. I had a nervous energy running through me the next day. Excitement mostly, as I felt I was ready for the path that lay ahead and couldn't believe my good fortune of sharing it with such a beautiful, sexy woman as Eve. And even though it was going to be my first time, I wanted it to be good too, especially for Eve. It's not like I believed she was merely doing me a favor by sleeping with me. She had put up with year after year of sexual frustration without giving into the temptation of an extra-marital affair, and the last thing I wanted was for Eve to regret her choosing me. I will admit, however, that in the back of my mind I was also hoping that I could satisfy her well enough that she'd want to do it again. I wasn't really sure how this was going to proceed, but I showered, shaved, and put on a nice shirt and slacks to get ready. And with a dab of cologne that Eve had once recommended to me I set off for her house. Eve was very pleased to see me dressed up nicer than usual; it was a bit of a signal on my part that I knew this day was going to be different from the others and she seemed to appreciate it. We sat down on the coach together and drank cocktails we talked. Again, this was different as we hadn't drunk together before, but it turned out to be a good idea as it served to somewhat settle my nerves. It probably did the same for Eve, who seemed quite tense herself. After a few drinks, we were both feeling a bit buzzed, and our talk got a bit risqué. I absolutely loved flirting with Eve; to this day many of my lasting memories of her were of her using her feminine charms this way to excite me. Our flirtations excited her too though, and I think the greatest compliment Eve ever game me was to say that I made her feel more like a woman than any man she'd ever met. Despite my sexual inexperience, I was determined to not let Eve down today in this regard. As our talk continued, the sexual tension increased accordingly and, feeling emboldened by the direction things were heading, I decided to make my move. I kissed Eve deeply, sucking gently on her lips as she had taught me to do only a few weeks before. She loved it and responded eagerly in kind, moaning as she slipped her tongue past my lips to meet my own. Other than the night Eve had given me a blowjob, we hadn't gone any further than this, but I knew today was going to be different. As deftly as I could, I unbuttoned Eve's blouse. She was wearing a sky blue silk bra, beautiful and feminine. I then moved kissing the nape of Eve's neck as my fingers moved gently over and then finally under the material to cup her soft breasts and tweak her hardening nipples between my fingers. The sound of Eve's increased, heavy breathing told me I was doing it right. "Jack," Eve said breathlessly, "Let's go upstairs." I let the words hang in the air for a moment, savoring the sound of Eve's sweet but impassioned voice inviting me to her bed. And then I stood up with Eve and put my arm around her shoulder as we walked up the stairs to her bedroom. As I had indicated previously, I still often felt the typical awkwardness that many boys my age felt at this time in their lives -- that of trying to be an adult when in many ways I still wasn't. I didn't feel that way today, however, and it was all because of Eve. I felt safe with her as much as I desired her, and that mixture of calmness and excitement was exactly what I needed to make the mood for this day perfect. We were soon lying together on Eve's bed, making out furiously again, but this time our mating ritual included the occasional pull and tug of each other's clothing. Things were moving quickly now, which was just fine for my 18-year-old libido. Before long, the zippers and buttons were done away with and we frenziedly explored each other's naked bodies as we rolled about on the bed. Tempting as it was, I didn't want to go all the way just yet, as I desperately wanted to eat Eve's pussy. It took a lot of willpower on my part; Eve was passionately telling me that she wanted to feel me inside her, but I was determined. Besides, Eve had confessed to me weeks ago that her husband was so lousy in bed that she had become disinterested in cunnilingus. I wanted this to be my special gift to her. I had Eve lay on her back and I literally began at her face, kissing and licking, sucking and nibbling my way down. Her nude body was simply exquisite; I know it's not that uncommon today to see a woman in her forties with a firm, sexy body but it was much less frequent 15 years ago. Eve treated her body like a temple, and I set upon worshipping it with my mouth and hands as she lay with her back on the bed. I made my way down Eve's tapering shoulders and settled between the soft mounds of her breasts. She was enjoying it, moaning and sighing as I kissed her heaving C-cup breasts and swirled my tongue over her rosy pink nipples. Eve was really getting excited now, mashing her tits into my face, and I slid one of my hands down between her thighs to fondle the wispy blond hair of her mound. She was soaking wet. I felt like I was in heaven like this, with my lips taking pleasure from Eve's tits and my hand on her wet pussy, but managed to pull away so I could continue my way down. I probably should have pleasured Eve's sexy hourglass hips and smooth stomach for much longer, but I desperately wanted to taste her, and so I softly kissed her flushed skin as I moved my way down the bed. To my surprise, Eve spread her strong, shapely thighs for me now that she knew what I had in mind. I remember being so thrilled that she wanted me to do this. I now lay on my stomach between the beautiful Y of Eve's spread out legs. Even though Eve had given birth three times her pussy was surprisingly tight. I wasn't aware of things like that back then however; at the time I was just blown away that the extent of Eve's beauty truly went all over. I enthusiastically traced my tongue over the hot skin of her inner thighs, slowly making my way to her enflamed sex. It was a thrill I'll never forget, watching Eve's taut legs strain as her movements bade me on. Her aroma was sweet but thick, filling my nostrils with her excitement. I could barely wait to taste her, and when my tongue finally reached her sensitive spot, her taste drove me wild. Like a hungry animal I eagerly lapped away Eve's pussy, licking her up and down while devouring each drop of her nectar. I savored every moment of it, and wasn't long before Eve was shouting and writhing on the bed as her orgasm overtook her. Looking back, I know I likely wasn't that good to make her cum so easily, but in hindsight I suppose the novelty of it all plus the fact that Eve wasn't used to having her pussy eaten worked in my favor. I was dying to fuck Eve now and luckily she was ready to continue. I moved up on the bed with Eve guiding me into the missionary position until I had it right. As corny as it may sound, the moment of penetrating her was all that hoped for and more. I thrust cautiously into her at first, trying to find a proper rhythm, and of course, Eve did her part to guide me. Once I felt comfortable I really started pounding, making her king sized bed shake violently beneath us. Eve grasped me tightly, shrieking in ecstasy as I continued fervently thrusting into her. I was close to cumming myself, and so I stopped to pull Eve up. We'd talked about sexual positions a few times before, and so I knew Eve's favorite was from behind. I used the few seconds it took for us to get into position to try and bring my excitement down a bit, and it worked, although the sight of Eve's hard, sexy ass as I fucked her doggie style made it tough for me to hold out from cumming. Finally, she did orgasm, and with a great sense of relief I let myself go emotionally, pumping into Eve as hard as I could until I was spraying my seed inside her. We lay together in bed for a bit, and then we got up and got dressed. I spent about another hour at Eve's house, just talking, and then we kissed each other goodbye. She was so relaxed, we both were, and it was great to see that there wasn't any awkwardness between us after what had just happened. It was the first of many afternoons (and even a few nights) that Eve and I spent together. ----------------------------------- My affair with Eve continued for several months before we decided to call it quits. In that time, I learned a lot of how to please a woman, and at the risk of sounding boastful I think I managed to re-kindle a lustful passion in Eve. She was a passionate woman who at heart loved making love, but Eve hadn't had much in the way of quality (or quantity, for that matter) sex with her husband. After only a few times with me I began to see an increased fervor in Eve's libido that dwarfed what she'd shown me that first time we had together. There were times when she literally wanted to have sex for hours, something I had no trouble with at that age. Many of out wild encounters still give me spine-tingling memories of Eve to this day. Eventually it came to an end, however, and Eve was the one who ended it. I was devastated at first, but now, after all these years, I understand it was never meant to be and instead focus on all the special times we had together. Nevertheless, she was my first love, and I think most people understand the bittersweet memories that can linger with a first love even if one has moved on with one's life. I hadn't given Eve much thought over the last several years, but a chance occurrence recently changed everything. You see, I had moved away from my hometown years ago, but came back a couple of months ago for a family reunion. One evening, I had gone out to dinner with my wife and son, and as we were waiting to be seated I saw two women leaving the restaurant. Yes, one of them was Eve! The other woman was her daughter Amy. Fifteen years has passed, which would put Eve well into her fifties. She still looked remarkably lovely and vibrant for her age, although there's no denying that Father Time has now caught up to her. Amy looked ravishing. Her age at this point was just a bit younger than Eve had been when she and I had begun our affair, and Amy's resemblance to Eve at that age was startling. It was enough that even the mere glance of her brought memories of her mother flooding back to me. All About Eve The two ladies walked right past us. For a second I thought about stopping them to chat, but I didn't. For one thing, I've never told my wife about Eve, and thought it just might be best to let those times fade away altogether. Amy didn't recognize me, and just kept walking. Eve, on the other hand, turned and looked back for a moment and briefly acknowledged me with a warm, knowing smile. I loved taking this little trip back down memory lane. I hope you all enjoyed reading it.