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Jean's Surprise

byLucky Mann©

It was a warm midday in the spring in a southwestern desert city. I had been relaxing with a tall glass of iced tea when the phone rang. It was Jean, a married friend of mine.

She wanted to know if I would meet her somewhere for a drink. She said she wanted to asked me something very personal.

Having nothing pressing at the time, I agreed to meet with her. I suggested a neighborhood bar about halfway between our respective homes.

On the way to the bar, I couldn't help but wonder what she wanted to ask me. Why would any married woman want to meet a single man at a bar.

I knew I had a pretty good reputation with the ladies. I have always felt that by taking special care of their needs, they would take care of mine. That philosophy seemed to keep a number of young ladies interested in going out with me. I thought Jean may have wanted to ask about one of them.

I had only been at the bar about five minutes when Jean arrived. She seemed somewhat overdressed for an afternoon drink. She was wearing a thin, light blue dress that was cut low enough in front to show off her ample cleavage. It's skirt stopped just above the knees of her shapely legs. Her attire would have been more appropriate for an evening dinner date.

As Jean sat down, I caught just a hint of her perfume. She looked and smelled delicious.

We ordered drinks and made small talk until they arrived. Jean seemed nervous. Her hands were a bit shaky as she took the first sip of her drink and sat it down. Something was definitely bothering her.

I leaned forward, reached out, and cupped both of her hands with mine. I could feel her shaking.

"Jean?" I said, "Whatever it is you want to ask me, it's OK. Take your time and relax. You can ask me anything. I may, or may not answer, but go ahead and ask."

She took another sip of her drink and said, "Do you think I look OK?"

I truthfully told her, "You look great! You have a beautiful body, sweet face, and a great pair legs."

Jean was in her mid-thirties and had two children. She had a nicely, but not overly, developed chest and just enough body fat to give her some real nice curves. Her body was a real temptation for this always horny, 27-year-old, male.

Another sip of her drink and she said, "John (her husband) hasn't touched me in weeks, and I'm thinking something is wrong with me."

I asked if John may have found a girlfriend.

She said, "No! He always comes straight home from work. I haven't found anything to indicate anything like that. He just doesn't seem interested in me anymore."

She downed the rest of her drink all at once and continued. She looked me straight in the eye, and with only a slight hesitation, asked, "Would you take me to bed this afternoon?"

"What?" I nearly choked on my drink. I sat back, startled at the question. The thought of bedding Jean was not an unpleasant one. Though I had long thought Jean was a lovely woman, I had always considered my married friends off-limits.

"Would you please repeat what you just asked?" I asked.

She looked me in the eyes and repeated, "Would you take me to bed this afternoon?" She added, "I need to know if there is anything wrong with me. You have a reputation of having a bunch of girlfriends, being a good lover, and treating them well. I've asked around. There will be no strings. Just one afternoon of sex."

I am always horny, and she had greatly flattered me. So, I thought 'what the hell' and said, "I'd love to. Are you ready to go?"

She said, "There is just one more thing."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Afterwards, I want you to honestly evaluate me and my actions, and tell me what you think. What am I doing right and wrong."

I told her I'd be happy to evaluate her performance. With that, I stood, left a tip for the waitress, took Jean's hand, and walked with her to our cars in the parking lot.

Jean followed me to my place in her own car.

Once there and inside, I made us both another drink. I handed Jean hers, she took a small sip, and began unbuttoning her dress. As she walked toward my bedroom, she asked, "Are you ready?"

I reached out, and took Jean's hand. She was trembling. I redirected her toward my couch. I said, "I am, but I don't think you are."

She gave me a puzzled look which slowly turned a small smile.

Setting her gently on the couch, I sat beside her and put my arm over her shoulders.

As she sipped her drink, and we made small talk, and I began softly kissing and nibbling her ear and neck. When I gave her a long passionate kiss, she put her drink down, wrapped her arms around me, and eagerly returned the kiss. She then laid her head back on my arm and closed her eyes.

I opened the first two of button of Jean's dress and pushed it off her shoulders. I moved on to kissing the exposed parts of her breasts. Her breathing became slower and deeper. She was finally beginning to relax. I finished opening her dress buttons and started fondling her breasts through her bra. She leaned forward so I could release the bra's clasp, thus freeing her beautiful tits. They were remarkably firm for a woman with two children.

When I moved my mouth to her nipples, they had already become hardened. They were rounded and about the size of large peas. Sucking on them brought soft moans from Jean.

She took my head into her hands, held me tightly against her chest. Just above a whisper she said, "That feels nice."

While sucking and nipping her nipples, I let my hand wander down to her knees. As I stroked higher and higher up the inside of her thighs, I was pushing her dress up at the same time.

Jean spread her legs giving me easier access to her pussy. Without hurrying, I slowly moved my hand up to her crotch. Her juices had already begun to dampen her silky panties.

When I gently rubbed up and down her slit through her panties, Jean responded with a ragged voice. "Oh yes!" She gasped. Her panties quickly became soak with her lubricating juices. By that time, Jean was moaning almost constantly, and her head was gently rocking side to side.

I sensed she was ready to go to bed by then. I asked, "Would you like to go to my bedroom now?"

She silently smiled and nodded.

I stood, took Jean by the hand, and slowly led her to my bedroom. Once there, I finished undressing her and had her slowly turn for me. This mid-thirty-year-old had nothing to be ashamed of. Her tits were firm and naturally standing proud. Her torso was nicely smoothed by just enough fat to give her soft curves. A nicely trimmed pussy and a rounded ass topped a shapely pair of legs. She was well tanned with limited tan lines. Jean apparently tanned topless.

As she finished her turn, I pulled her to me, and said to her, "You look great. Any man would be proud to have you."

I rather quickly removed my own clothes, and we lay down. I cradled her head in my right arm and massaged her tits with my left hand. In a short time, my hand had returned to her crotch. By then she was soaking wet, and a finger easily entered her. I alternated probing strokes with light touches of her clitoris. Jean soon had her legs widely spread, was moaning constantly, and rolling her body side to side.

I rolled on top of her, and she wrapped her arms tightly around me. She released me with a disappointed groan, when I told her, "Not yet!"

Slowly, ever so slowly, I kissed my way down her body. I paid particular attention to those wonderful tits. Continuing down her belly, I eventually got to her pussy. My tongue gave her slit one long, pussy-lip parting, lick from bottom to top.

When I reached her clit, I very gently licked and sucked it. That soon had Jean nearly coming off the bed with upward thrusts of her hips. In the mean time, first one then two fingers were probing deep into her love hole. She was surprisingly snug.

"Oh please, yes! Harder! I'm cuming!" Jean gasped.

I sucked hard on her clit and jammed a third finger into her. She bucked up and seemed to freeze with her ass a foot off the bed for what seemed like a long time. It was probably really only a matter of seconds, but her orgasm seemed to go on and on.

When Jean relaxed enough to lower her hips back to the bed, I crawled up her then sweat covered body and passionately kissed her until she started moaning again. Massaging her tits and stroking her pussy with my fingers helped her climb towards her second orgasm.

When she seemed about to burst, I positioned my dick at her pussy's opening. With one slow, smooth, stroke, I fully entered Jean. I could feel her pussy muscles hugging me.Jean's vaginal muscles weren't as strong as some of the twenty-year-olds I had been with. However, they still firmly grasped my cock. After two kids, Jean still had a great pussy.

Then the stroking began. Slowly at first, building with speed and force, we were soon hammering each other. Jean returned every plunge of mine with an upward thrust of her own. She grunted each time I drove into her.

Within a few minutes we were both cuming. She wrapped her legs around my hips, pulled me tightly into her depths, and hugged me as tightly as she could. As I pumped my load of cum deep into Jean's depths, I could feel her pussy milking my cock.

"Oh God, yes!" Jean gasped.

After laying quietly for a few minutes, we kissed softly.

When my cock softened, I pulled out of Jean and rolled off of her. She turned toward me and laid her head on my shoulder.

Jean seemed to be deep in thought. A worried look was on her face. That is until I looked into her eyes, kissed her gently, and said, "You're a great fuck, Baby!"

Her broad smile returned. We continued to cuddle and talk for another fifteen minutes. She then kissed me, and just above a whisper, said, "Thank you!"

Without another word, she got up, grabbed her clothes, and headed for my shower.

When she got out, I got in. I figured she needed time to think.

After showering, I got dressed and found her sitting at my kitchen table. I located a legal note pad on my desk, brought it to the table, and sat across from her. I said, "Now, for the hard part, your evaluation."

I could see her tense up, but I went ahead with my report. I took the pad and made two columns. I labeled one column 'good points' and the other 'needs work'. Patting her hand, I asked her which she wanted to do first.

She swallowed and said, "The good points, please."

We discussed each point as it came up, and I made suggestions, where appropriate. Here's what her lists looked like:

* * * * *

Good Points

1. You're still beautiful

2. Breasts are nicely sized and still perky

3. Body soft, smooth, and cuddly

4. Pubic area well trimmed

5. Pussy still snug, clean, well lubricated, and tasty (she giggled)

6. Shapely legs

7. Good kisser

8. Nipples respond nicely

9. Excellent response to oral attentions

10. Insertion easy and welcome

11. You cum easily and multiple times

12. Leg wrapping and returning thrusts was great

13. Over all a really good lover who knows how to fuck

Needs Work

1. I had to make all moves, you need to be more assertive if you want more screwing

2. You never offered to use you hands on my cock

3. If you don't know how, learn to give oral sex

4. Dress more provocatively at home (I had seen her in her usual worn pants and old blouses)

* * * * *

I told Jean, if she wanted to get John interested in her again, she needed to take charge of their love life. Concentrate on her good points, and try to work on her weaker qualities. I continued, "Bring back the pretty, sexy girl he married." Since she always seemed busy with the kids, I told her to have them spend the night at their grand parents' home a couple times a month. On those nights, she needed to "date" her husband, even if they didn't leave their house.

She still looked great, and I knew John would be interested in her if she showed some interest in him. A man wants his wife to be a lady in public, but a whore at home, especially a wife that looked as good as Jean.

Jean took the pad, removed the sheet with her lists, carefully folded it, and put it in her purse. She got up to leave, and I accompanied her to my door. At the door, she firmly hugged me, kissed my cheek, and again said, "Thank you."

As she went down my walk, I asked her to let me know how things worked out. I added, if John didn't want her, she was always welcome at my place.

The next time I saw Jean, she was with John at a community gathering. They were walking arm and arm. When Jean saw me, she winked and broke into the biggest smile I'd ever seen on her face. She leaned on John's shoulder as they walked away.

I guess her test and evaluation had worked out for the best.

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by Anonymous10/17/14

So here is the question

John feels....a little sloppy and not upto the mark in bed. So he asks a very sexy and experienced 30 year old for training and pointers. They train twice. She should be happy with it, right? It is aftermore...

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by Anonymous05/14/14

Experienced lover? wow!

An experienced male who considers himself an experienced lover does not need to stuff himself inside a woman who questions her own confidence. It is amazing what words by themselves can do for anybodymore...

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