Straight Female / 51
Sex After My Divorce
After being married for 24 years, my husband and I decided to part ways. The separation was short lived and the divorce went smooth and quick.
While transitioning to my new life, living in a new space, alone (kids stayed with my ex due to schooling reasons), I decided to start dating. While with my ex, our sex life was non existent. None. Ever. Ever. I needed and wanted sex.
I found the dating pool to be hit or miss. I found lots of guys wanted to date or wanted to hook up, but very few showed the energy to actually meet. Then I met Brian. From moment one, Brian was the aggressor that I desired. We chatted online and met a few days later. Brian is 56, 6’4” and towers over my 5’6” body. His smile can charm anyone. His calming voice makes me listen. He made me feel good about myself, my curves and my desires. The night before we met, we exchanged ‘pics’. I showed him my 48DD boobs and my nicely trimmed pussy. He showed me his 9” dick. Through this dating process, I saw a bunch of dicks, but Brian’s was a different kind of dick. Unlike my ex who was white, small and usually not hard enough to fill me up, Brian’s had wild and unlimited potential.
We met for dinner at an Italian restaurant. I wore a sexy black dress, black, matching underwear and bra and a nice pair of shoes. Brian wore khaki pants and a blue golf shirt. He exuded confident. He was sexy. He was, hopefully, what I needed. Dinner went very well. The food and conversation were very good.
As the night moved forward, we discussed what we wanted. I was honest about wanting and needing sex. I reiterated my extreme lack of sex throughout the course of my marriage. He offered to ‘help’ with the desire for sex, but a long term relationship would not be a bad thing either. The offer for sex was a direct statement that I just had to say yes to. In a playful way I told him I would like his help. Eventually dinner ended and we decided to go back to his house.
We found the couch in his house. He put his hand on my thigh (remember black skirt) and started to rub it. We started to kiss. His hand found the outline of my panties and almost unconsciously I opened my legs. I could feel my lips release from each other as he started rubbing my pussy through my panties. His big and thick fingers moved my panties and buried themselves in my super wet pussy. He told me to stand up and we both got undressed. My hands found his hardness and began to stroke it. Again, in an unconscious reaction, I sat on the edge of the couch and started sucking his dick. His head breached my mouth and I felt my pussy vibrate. Inch by inch I tried to give him the best head ever. My pussy controlled this entire desire.
As I finally get his entire cock down my throat, I held it there. My eyes watered, my body in fight or flight mode as this constricted my ability to breathe. My pussy in an alarming state of desire. I finally pulled off. The spit covered his entire shaft. I looked at him and told him I wanted him to fuck me. He went to his room and came back with a condom. He put it on and I pushed him in my throat again. Pulled out, again, his huge dick covered in my spit.
I leaned back in the couch. He pulled my legs up and back so my feet hit the back of the couch. My pussy was wildly open and available. I wanted his dick inside of me. One small pull to the edge of the couch and he started to breach my lips. My first sound was ‘oh fuck!’ My next was ‘yes, deeper!’ My next, when he hit the deepest part of my pussy, was an inaudible moan and scream. He found that spot and pushed a little further. I could not control the naughty words and sounds coming from my mouth. Then he started pumping on my pussy. The size and color contrast was new for me. His power allowed me to just enjoy the much desired fucking he was giving me. My first dick driven cum came in a few minutes. It made me see stars. He kept fucking me until I asked him to give me a minute to catch my breath. He started to pull out and, unconsciously, my legs wrapped around his ass. He smiled. I smiled.
‘Okay, I am ready for more!’ That is all he needed to hear. He laid a pounding on me through multiple cums. He took me doggie style. I rode him regular and reverse cowgirl style. He even fucked me standing up. In every position his head tapped the inner most depths of my needy pussy. This night last until 2:30 in the morning. His recharge was exactly what I needed. After his second cum, he told me that head was needed for him to get hard again. So I did just that. I sucked his dick for about 20 minutes. He was rock hard again, put on a new condom and fucked me for at least 25 minutes. My pussy stayed a slippery and welcome hole for his hardness. He finally came again, pulling out, condom off to suck him. He came in my mouth.
A few hours later, he wakes me up and asks if he can fuck me again. I kissed him and said you never need to ask again. Just fuck me.
While transitioning to my new life, living in a new space, alone (kids stayed with my ex due to schooling reasons), I decided to start dating. While with my ex, our sex life was non existent. None. Ever. Ever. I needed and wanted sex.
I found the dating pool to be hit or miss. I found lots of guys wanted to date or wanted to hook up, but very few showed the energy to actually meet. Then I met Brian. From moment one, Brian was the aggressor that I desired. We chatted online and met a few days later. Brian is 56, 6’4” and towers over my 5’6” body. His smile can charm anyone. His calming voice makes me listen. He made me feel good about myself, my curves and my desires. The night before we met, we exchanged ‘pics’. I showed him my 48DD boobs and my nicely trimmed pussy. He showed me his 9” dick. Through this dating process, I saw a bunch of dicks, but Brian’s was a different kind of dick. Unlike my ex who was white, small and usually not hard enough to fill me up, Brian’s had wild and unlimited potential.
We met for dinner at an Italian restaurant. I wore a sexy black dress, black, matching underwear and bra and a nice pair of shoes. Brian wore khaki pants and a blue golf shirt. He exuded confident. He was sexy. He was, hopefully, what I needed. Dinner went very well. The food and conversation were very good.
As the night moved forward, we discussed what we wanted. I was honest about wanting and needing sex. I reiterated my extreme lack of sex throughout the course of my marriage. He offered to ‘help’ with the desire for sex, but a long term relationship would not be a bad thing either. The offer for sex was a direct statement that I just had to say yes to. In a playful way I told him I would like his help. Eventually dinner ended and we decided to go back to his house.
We found the couch in his house. He put his hand on my thigh (remember black skirt) and started to rub it. We started to kiss. His hand found the outline of my panties and almost unconsciously I opened my legs. I could feel my lips release from each other as he started rubbing my pussy through my panties. His big and thick fingers moved my panties and buried themselves in my super wet pussy. He told me to stand up and we both got undressed. My hands found his hardness and began to stroke it. Again, in an unconscious reaction, I sat on the edge of the couch and started sucking his dick. His head breached my mouth and I felt my pussy vibrate. Inch by inch I tried to give him the best head ever. My pussy controlled this entire desire.
As I finally get his entire cock down my throat, I held it there. My eyes watered, my body in fight or flight mode as this constricted my ability to breathe. My pussy in an alarming state of desire. I finally pulled off. The spit covered his entire shaft. I looked at him and told him I wanted him to fuck me. He went to his room and came back with a condom. He put it on and I pushed him in my throat again. Pulled out, again, his huge dick covered in my spit.
I leaned back in the couch. He pulled my legs up and back so my feet hit the back of the couch. My pussy was wildly open and available. I wanted his dick inside of me. One small pull to the edge of the couch and he started to breach my lips. My first sound was ‘oh fuck!’ My next was ‘yes, deeper!’ My next, when he hit the deepest part of my pussy, was an inaudible moan and scream. He found that spot and pushed a little further. I could not control the naughty words and sounds coming from my mouth. Then he started pumping on my pussy. The size and color contrast was new for me. His power allowed me to just enjoy the much desired fucking he was giving me. My first dick driven cum came in a few minutes. It made me see stars. He kept fucking me until I asked him to give me a minute to catch my breath. He started to pull out and, unconsciously, my legs wrapped around his ass. He smiled. I smiled.
‘Okay, I am ready for more!’ That is all he needed to hear. He laid a pounding on me through multiple cums. He took me doggie style. I rode him regular and reverse cowgirl style. He even fucked me standing up. In every position his head tapped the inner most depths of my needy pussy. This night last until 2:30 in the morning. His recharge was exactly what I needed. After his second cum, he told me that head was needed for him to get hard again. So I did just that. I sucked his dick for about 20 minutes. He was rock hard again, put on a new condom and fucked me for at least 25 minutes. My pussy stayed a slippery and welcome hole for his hardness. He finally came again, pulling out, condom off to suck him. He came in my mouth.
A few hours later, he wakes me up and asks if he can fuck me again. I kissed him and said you never need to ask again. Just fuck me.
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