I'm 52 Today, Reminiscing About My 50th

I turned 50. I was divorced, living in an apartment, alone. A new man was hired at work. He learned of my birthday and took me to lunch. Conversation was easy, he had lots of opinions though, about what I needed to do. Why he picked up my left hand I will never know, he held my ring finger between his fingers. We went to my apartment.

I had never undressed in front of a man other than my exhusband. Here I was, standing in my living room naked while he sat on my couch looking at me. I wasn't really nervous, I was shy. He told me he wanted fresh oysters, to get on my dining room table and lay back. He took a chair, took my legs and centered me in front of him, then he had fresh oysters. His tongue darted into my vagina, his thumbs pressed down on my clitoris. I had an orgasm ten seconds later.

He ate his oysters until he was full, then turned me around and with my head hanging off the end of the table I swallowed his dick down my throat. I gagged at first, then I felt his rod thrust in until his balls were against my chin. Fortunately I avoided everything coming up.

I got off the table, he had me get on my coffee table. Behind me I felt his dick open my pussy, thrust in like my pussy was butter. One minute, maybe two and he came. He thanked me and said Happy Birthday.