Hi, my name is Rick. I had just started working 3rd shift at the plant. We were given computer access, and were allowed to log into myspace, which made the nights go quicker.
Jennifer was interesting. She was a self described, big, beautifully dominant woman, that worked as an assist manager at a motel. Her relationship was, "complicated", and she had "special friends" that she liked to go to Rain (a local gay club)with. She also liked to "do speed, or vitamin e, and just stay up all night".
Jenn and I had been chatting for 3 days when she told me about how, 3 years into her marriage, she had found out that her well paid husband was not only bisexual, but a passable cross dresser as well. Since the night she had caught him willingly servicing a young man in their garage, she had been granted sexual leeway.
When we finally met at a Denny's for coffee, the sexual tension barely allowed us to finish breakfast. Several men brazenly stared longingly at Jennifer, making me horny as hell. Her devilish foot massage of my tented cargo pants made it difficult for me to eat. We quickly headed out to explore each other completely secure behind the tinted windows of the back end of her custom van.
Jennifer and I jumped in the front bucket seats, only to turn on her back speakers and dive on to the futon mattress in the back, where we kissed and fondled each other like two lust deprived animals, and our clothes seemed to vanish. Suddenly, I could feel her slender finger begin to assault my virgin asshole. The new sensations caused my cock to betray me, becoming even harder as Jenn slowly, and deliberately fingered my tight, virgin asshole. Seeing how hard she had made me, she slyly smiled, as her wet, warm mouth engulfed my hard shaft. As she continued to finger fuck me, she stopped slurping on my cock long enough to ask me if I had ever been curious about having sex with another man.
My cock stayed hard as I revealed to her how, while 18, on a senior high school camping trip, after drinking whiskey and smoking pot for the first time, an older friend and I ended up orally pleasuring each other. Even though I didn't care for the taste of his cum, I had enjoyed the experience of secretly pleasuring him for the whole weekend. When the weekend was over, my strict religious upbringing stopped me from continuing the affair.
With a sly grin, Jennifer asked me if I had ever been tempted to repeat my experience, or maybe go to a gay club just to see what I might be missing out on?