It had been a very long day, and my neck and shoulders were killing me from having sat at a computer for nine hours straight. When I got home around 6 p.m., the house was quiet, my husband and daughter having gone shopping. I had just sunk down into the couch when the doorbell rang, and I was hesitant to answer. It was probably one of my son's friends and he wasn't there, anyway. But he'd ream me out if he later found out I ignored the doorbell, so I reluctantly got up.

   I was pleasantly surprised when I opened the door. It was one of my son's friends, but it was my favorite friend, Mark. Mark was a nineteen 19-year-old Italian looking boy who stood about 6'5", with well built arms and a tight ass that he showed off to its best advantage. It was hot outside and he wore only a pair of shorts and a tank top. I would have never dared make any moves on Mark, but I couldn't help but look at him and I often fantasized about him when I got myself off.

   "Hi, is Steve home?" he asked, his smile accentuated by his almond-shaped eyes.

   "No, but he should be back in an hour or so. Would you like to wait inside?"

   "Sure."

   I let Mark in and we sat in front of the television, me casting furtive glances at the young man on the other side of the couch from me. My box was stirring, but it wasn't noticeable, and I could always excuse myself to the bathroom if I felt an overwhelming need to get off. However, what was obvious was my discomfort from my neck and shoulder pain. I kept shifting position, rolling my shoulders and neck.

   "You have shoulder pain?" Mark asked. Surprised, I nodded. "Let me help you. My grandmother taught me how to fix shoulder pain."

   Before I could object, Mark was standing in back of me, his hands on my shoulders. Firmly and with great skill, he started kneading my shoulders and rubbing the back of my neck. I felt the tension and pain melting from my muscles as he worked; he was good. Unfortunately, he was very good. His touch was absolutely electric and I could smell the muscular scent of his skin. Before I knew it, my crotch was moist. This is where I would have normally made an excuse to go to the bathroom, but every time I moved to get up, Mark pushed me back down, telling me that he wasn't done yet.

   My love box was getting wetter in my pants and I was scared. I felt Mark's hands move from my shoulders down to the front of my body, and I froze as he rubbed my chest, his chin rested on my head. I could imagine his hardness pressing against the back of the couch and I yearned to touch them. Mark leaned over further, his hands moving down to my stomach, then my legs. I could feel two hard bumps brushing against the back of my shoulders. "There's another part that needs to be relaxed," Mark whispered in my ear, then he brushed his lips against my neck.

   I reached behind me and my hands found Mark's hardness and squeezed, eliciting a moan. I couldn't take this any more. Quickly, I turned around, kneeling on the couch facing Mark. He smiled and put his hands over her head so I could remove his shirt, exposing his muscular chest. I latched onto one of his nipples with my mouth while my hand worked on what was in his pants. Mark moaned again and continued caressing my shoulders as I suckled one breast, then the other. I could tell he was grinding his hips against the back of the couch and I released his nipple long enough to tell him to lose his shorts. They dropped to the floor and I got my first look at his beautiful nine-inch hard-on. One of my hands moved down to his manliness and he bucked against it as I played with his member and licked my fingers.

   My box was screaming for release and I stood up, looking directly at Mark as I unbuckled my pants. "It's time to relax the rest of me," I told him and he chuckled when I released my 36 CC's at him. She jumped over the couch and kneeled on it, in front of me, admiring my tits with his deep chestnut brown eyes before taking my hard quarter sized nipples into his mouth. I groaned and had to struggle to keep from cumming right then and there. My husband wasn't interested in sex anymore. All he ever did was work, hunt and fish. I quickly let the though of him go, as I had no intention of ruining this moment with mark. He applied suction, moving up and down and periodically kneading my full breasts hard. I was about to lose it and I didn't want to, not yet. I pulled away from him. "I need to fuck you," I said in a throaty voice… his hard nine inches in hand.

   "Not yet," Mark said, and motioned for me to lie down on the couch. As soon as I did, Mark began slapping his rod against my tits, teasing me by taking it and slapping it against my mouth, and then moving away when I was ready to put it in my mouth. Soon I was begging him to put his hardness inside me and make me cum. Finally I watched him stand up and he turned me on to my stomach, my body shivered with anticipation as I could feel him behind me. This position was wonderful, giving me plenty of room to play with my love button. He moved himself right up behind me, and I could feel his balls against my perfectly shaven clit. He ran his hard masculine fingers between my lips and I moaned wildly as he rubbed my knob. I grabbed my breasts and began pinching my nipples as he ran his fingers between my legs. "Please", I begged as he began to move his fingers faster and faster. He reached up and grabbed my nipples pulling on them very hard… "I yelled, and moaned at the same time, my body in a frenzy. I had never had a boy, or a man for that matter treat me this way sexually. I struggled for control, even though it wasn't easy. I wanted him in me so bad, to feel his hardness inside me.

   He lowered himself to me, "I am going to do you and do you hard", and he said panting….

   As I lowered him onto me, I heard the front door open, I tried to get words out but I couldn't. Mark's body was in a perfect rhythm, as I got closer and closer to orgasm.

   I opened my eyes as mark drove deeper, and standing behind him was my husband Tom….