This a true story of a 59-year-old man recently dumped by his wife and then falling into the very experienced hands of a woman who soon became his lover and lifeline to getting past the divorce and all of its pain. What was thought to be the worst thing turns out to be the best thing in the end.
Divorce at 59 was not what I expected after 34 years of marriage. In retrospect, it was for the best. We had drifted away from each other sexually and emotionally for the last 10 years and I was literally 'holding my own' most of the time. I had learned how to pleasure myself to the point I did not even want another partner or so I thought.
Once my wife told me she was leaving, I was at a loss of how to move forward. I wanted to move on, so I hopped on an on-line dating site. After 35 years of not dating, this was an overload of women looking for someone to be with. The world is certainly a lonely place when you get divorced or are widowed so I found.
I relearned dating etiquette as I fumbled my way through introductions and pitches to these otherwise total strangers. Being newly separated was not a good status so I learned. I tried to set up some dates but those efforts mostly fizzled. The ladies who were interested in me just did not seem the type though I appreciated the attention.
After about a week, I came across a real cutie. She was 9 years younger than me. She had a great smile, curly hair, and a cute little body. we both exchanged 'winks' on the site and then started texting each other through the site. Jan then asked me if she could just call instead. I said sure. With my future ex still living in the house, I went out into my garden and into the summer evening and she called. Jan was charming, friendly, funny, and seemed so genuine. She said I did not look my stated age and that she thought I was a funny guy. We talked for an hour that first time. I could not believe we would have so much to say to each other. I asked her out on a non-committal date at a coffee shop but then she suggested something more athletic. I offered to take her to dinner in the city and then we could walk along the river afterwards. She agreed and we would talk more the next day.
We talked again and just kept finding we had so much in common including sexual preferences. She spiced up the conversation suggesting what was ok and what was not if she were to sleep with someone. The list of what was 'not ok' was pretty short. I did not expect that at all. She left little to the imagination. I wanted to tell her all of my secret fantasies and fetishes but thought maybe I should be slightly more discrete.
I then blurted out the details of the lack of sex in my marriage and how I was dying to be with someone who wanted to be intimate. I then told her about all of my toys and how I wanted to spoil a woman with champagne and lingerie (so much for discretion). She was thrilled and asked me what kind of sex toys I had. I told her I had a duffle bag full of them. I thought this was all just part of a longer form of foreplay.
Leave it to Jan to drop the sexiest line that had ever been laid on me: "Well, do you have a curfew on Friday?" I paused and said no. She suggested that if I was a good boy, we could have a 'sleepover' after dinner. I had hotel reservations made in minutes after I got off the phone.
On Friday, I picked her up from her place. We hugged as we met by my car and then she laid on me the sexist kiss I ever got. We drove downtown but were early for dinner. I suggested we could just drop our bags off in the room and walk around for a while.
The room was up on the 34th floor giving us a great view of downtown. We kissed and hugged again and then I started to unbutton her very tight jeans and remove her tank top. she shimmied out of those tell-all jeans and wasn't wearing any underwear. He beautiful breasts stood taut on her chest as her top and bra fell effortlessly away. I pushed her back to the bed and began to rub her apple-shaped ass spreading her cheeks and gazing at her freshly shaved pussy. Her sweet little butthole was just aching to be licked and that's how I started. As soon as my tongue grazed her anus, she let out a quiet moan that got louder as I licked and licked that sweet butthole. I pushed it deep in there and she just wanted more.
I flipped her on her back and licked her pussy like it was going to be the last time I could do it. She just kept encouraging me to go on which I did for 15 minutes. Finally, I needed a break, so I laid next to her on the bed, and she kissed my mouth telling how she wanted to taste herself on my lips. We snuggled for a little more and then I went right back to it. She almost came the second time.
We agreed that we should still get dinner, so we took the best shower I ever had and we made it just in time.
After dinner, we walked some and got back to the room for what would 6 hours of the best sex ever. Stay tuned for part 2.
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