Scott had to travel and work out of State for a few weeks and told me to "have a good time" while he was away. At 40 years of age and raising two teenagers, I was bored with my usual fuck-buddies and wondered if I still 'had the looks' to attract a younger hunk. I had been day-dreaming at work about a recent hire, Tim, who was single and handsome. Girl-talk around the employee lounge revealed that he had hit on several of the young women, and a few that had dated him said he had the "biggest cock". I decided I was going to get him in bed and see for myself. I started flirting with him and revealing my cleavage and short skirts to him around the office. I spotted Tim in the employee lounge one day. Again luck, or fate, must have been on my side. We were the only ones there. I knew I had to speak up quickly, so I just blurted out, "Tim, why have you never asked me to go out with you?"
"Well because you are married Donna!" was his response. "If you weren't, I'd have asked you out a long time ago. You're the prettiest and sexiest women working here."
I had already made up my mind about everything, so there was really no way I was turning back. I looked him straight in the eye and asked, "Well in that case, I have this weekend off, my children will be at my parents and my husband's out of town. What are you doing Friday night?"
Not sure how to respond at first he just stood there. Looking at me he finally said, "This Friday night I can't."
As he said that, I started to feel embarrassed. Here I was asking him out and he was turning me down. But, he hadn't finished his sentence. "This Saturday would be fine for me if you're serious," he said.
"I am serious!" I answered. My husband and I have an 'open marriage' and he allows me to entertain other men. So this Saturday night it is then!"
"Okay, then where should I pick you up then?" he asked.
I had given things some thought beforehand, so I told him that he should pick me up at a small convenience store near my parent's house. I told him he couldn't pick me up at home or at the office where we worked. This date needed to be kept a secret from everyone except my husband. The week was filled with mixed emotions for me. Here I was a housewife and mother and was going on a date with another man. Not just a date, but planning to have sex with him with my hubby's permission. I was both nervous and excited. I took long hot shower and took extra time doing my nails, hair and make up. I put on a pair of small white lace panties and matching white lace bra. I had a difficult time deciding what else to wear. Since I'd always felt very comfortable in dresses, I decided on a mid thigh length dress and matching four-inch strapped heels. Telling my parents I was going to a movie with some girls from the office and would be spending the night at one of their houses, I was out the door to meet Tim where we'd decided.
We were to meet at six thirty and I had gotten there about a quarter after six. I was literally shaking as I sat there waiting for him to arrive. Strangely, the moment I saw him pull up next to me I calmed right down. I got out of my car and walked over to his. Opening the passenger side door I got in. As he started to drive away he asked, "So would you rather get a bite to eat before we take in a movie or afterward?"
Still slightly ashamed of what I was about to do, I swallowed hard then answered, "I'm a little nervous about being seen together. If it's okay with you, I'd rather just go to your house."
He smiled, as if he knew what I had in mind and said. "That's fine with me, if you're sure that's what you want."
I tried to smile a re-assuring smile back at him and answered, "Tim I am 'sure' that just going to your place is exactly what I want!"
He said, "Okay then, my place it is." as he reached to turn on the radio.
Having done so, his right hand didn't move back to the steering wheel. Instead he placed it on my left knee. The length of my dress allowed his hand to touch nothing but bare skin when he did so, and my leg quivered. Feeling that, he pulled his hand away and placed it back on the wheel. Feeling braver and more relaxed, I reached over and put my hand on top his. He didn't resist as I gently pulled his hand off the wheel and placed it back where it was as I said, "It's okay I'm just a little nervous. I haven't done this for awhile."
Knowing about how long it would take to reach his place, we drove for a few minutes, with his hand just resting where I'd placed it. Without his hand moving any higher, his fingers gently started to caress my leg. Then his hand started to slowly slide up my leg. It felt so natural that I didn't want him to stop. But, he did. After his hand stopped moving upward, his fingers started to gently caress me again. Disappointed that he'd stopped, I slid forward in my seat, ever so slightly. But in doing so, his hand was now almost at the fabric of my lace panties. As I did so, he turned his head to look in my direction only to see me smiling back at him. Then looking back forward, he moved his hand completely away, placing it back on the wheel as we started to turn into his drive. I was disappointed at first, until I saw we were there. Once we came to a stop, he shut off the engine and opened his door. I opened mine as well and followed him into the house. As I followed him, I made up my mind. I was going to take matters into my own hand.
Once inside the house I asked him, "Where's the bathroom Tim?"
He walked me down the hall and showed me where it was, then said, "Would you like something to drink Donna?"
I told him, "Sure, a beer would be fine if you have any?"
Having something else in mind he chuckled, "Okay, a beer it is."
Once inside the bathroom, I took a deep breath and took off my dress. Looking at myself in the mirror, I reached behind my back and undid my bra clasp, then slid the straps off my shoulders. I looked once again at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe how hard my nipples looked and how huge my breasts were. They appeared larger than normal. Taking a deep breath and opening the door, I headed back down the hall in only my panties and high heels. There was no turning back now, even if I'd wanted to. I entered the living room at the same time he was entering from the kitchen with my beer in one hand and his beer in the other. Seeing me in only my panties he said, "Well this is quite a surprise!"
Confidently I replied, "Why are you surprised Tim? We both know why I'm here, so let's not pretend otherwise."
He didn't reply. He just walked past me and back down the hall. I didn't have to be asked. I knew just to follow. Entering his bedroom, he took a drink of his beer then sat it as well as my mine down on the night stand next to his bed. He then proceeded to start removing his own clothes. I stood silently and watched as he removed everything except his boxers. Having done so, he walked toward me reaching his hand out for mine as he did. I allowed him to take my hand in his and he led me the few steps over to the edge of his bed. Then turning me so my back was to the bed, he said, "Sit down." I did as he asked and sat on the edge of the bed. Standing there directly in front of me he spoke again, "I thought you might want to be the one to finish undressing me."
Timidly I reached up and grabbed his boxer shorts with both hands. Slowly I pushed them downward. I'd obviously gasped when I'd gotten her first look at his cock as he proudly and braggingly announced, "ten and a half inches long and seven inches around. It's been measured quite a few times."
At the time, my mind didn't comprehend the figures that he'd told me. All I knew at that particular moment was the actual size that I was looking at. It wasn't completely hard. But semi erect, it was bigger than my husband was when he was fully erect. What fascinated me the most was it was circumcised. I liked the way Tim's cock looked, even though it looked sort of mean and menacing. My mouth was so dry I had a difficult time, but I finally managed to say, "It's so big!"
"Don't worry," Tim said, almost as a promise to me. "If you're half the woman I think you are, it will all go in and you'll love every inch." Then somewhat of a cocky tone added, "I'll make sure of that!"
He stepped out of the boxers then stepped closer toward me. He didn't have to tell me what to do next. I reached up with both hands and grabbed it. Moving my head slightly forward while at the same time opening my mouth, I put the head of his huge cock in my mouth. As I sucked and ran my tongue around it, I could feel it grow, bigger and bigger. I held onto the shaft with one hand while I toyed with his balls with my other. When it seemed to stop growing, I stopped playing with his balls and moved my other hand farther back on the shaft. Then I started to move my head back and forth. Tim sensed what I was trying to do and he started moving his hips in rhythm to my movements. He placed his hands on the back of my head, so I released my grip and allowed him to literally fuck my mouth. I was enjoying it, but he wanted to do other things, so he finally pulled his cock from my mouth and stepped back. Then reaching under my arms, he raised me to my feet. He looked down at me and kissed my mouth, while at the same time he started to fondle my tits.
I could feel myself heating up for him. One of his hands slid down and he started to run my pussy through my now soaking wet panties. I needed more so I broke our kiss and started moving away from him. He knew what I was doing and stepped back some as well, as I pushed my wet panties down. Then I stepped out of them and moved back toward him. Our lips met again and his hand went straight back to my pussy. Slowly he started to finger my pussy with one finger. He had me so excited I was on the verge of cumming, when he stopped. Then he pushed me gently back onto the bed. Once on the bed, I slid to the center of the bed and waited for him to join me. Before he joined me on the bed, he went to the night stand a pulled out the small drawer. Reaching inside he pulled out a small bottle. I watched with curiosity as he took the top off the bottle. As he stood next to the bed, he leaned over and allowed a few drops of what appeared to be a clear oil to drop onto my pussy.
"What is that for?" I asked.
"Just a little something to make sure you're plenty wet when we get started," was his only reply.
After tossing it on the bed near my left leg, he then joined me on the bed. Once again we started to kiss. Our kisses were hot ones fueled by passion. As we kissed, our hands began to explore each other's bodies. I loved the way his strong hands squeezed my tits. I loved even more the way his big cock felt in my hand. As we continued kissing, one of his hands made its way down between my legs. I could feel the oil from my body being spread onto my pussy lips. Occasionally he'd slide a finger inside me. It felt good. As a matter of fact, everything that was happening felt good! I felt his hands leave my body for a moment as he moved between my legs. All the while I held onto his huge cock with my hand. My mind was racing as I tried to pull him toward my pussy. Squeezing his cock hard, I pulled at it saying, "Put it in, please, put it in!"
