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Also trying simplex but it feels awkward
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I love reading and reacting to your write thoughts
I wish my story wasn't so trite but I married young to a reasonably good man who left me for another (yes younger) woman. The day the divorce was finalized I was updating various people of my new address and stuff. One of the people I will call Alan (M29) who is a friend of my ex from a beer league softball team replied with genuine concern. I thanked him and he mentioned he was nearby and offered to take me out for a consolation drink.
My daughter was with my mother so I agreed to meet up because sitting at home being sad did not feel like a good thing.
We met at a small brewpub in town and had a flight. He was so attentive and listened. I tried hard not to complain knowing Alan was a friend of my ex but little things about the cheating did slip out. Alan just nodded and admitted a lot of people suspected but didn't know what to say.
I was a bit angry. No, peeved. I felt like an idiot being cheated on.
I mentioned I should have suspected something when he stopped having sex with me. We weren't on fire as a couple for many years but really would have some intimacy every other week or so. Then nothing. Months of nothing. I even asked if he was just pleasing himself in the shower and indicated I was available.
Alan asked how long it has been since I had sex. I admitted it had been almost a year and I was not happy about it.
I remember this part vividly because it was so earnest. He looked at me and said "If you need intimacy, I can give it to you." It was as sweet but awkward which made it more sweet.
I flirted at him. Saying something about promises he can't keep. He said he was serious. I challenged him that if he doesn't as serious he would kiss me. And he did.
It was like a flood. In many ways. I couldn't stop. We were making out at the bar like fools.
He took me home. It was a mad rush to the bedroom. Stripping off clothes. He crawled on top of me and I was angling for his dick to slide in but he didn't. He kissed down my body. I was shocked. I was afraid to move. Was he going to do what I was desperate for? Yes. His lips kissed my pussy. I had stopped trimming and shaving so my pubes were a jungle. He bravely fought through it and drove me to heights of pleasure I had forgotten about.okaubthat maybe a bit much, but you get it.
After a soul cleansing climax he moved back up my body teasing my nipples and then guided himself into my so eager pussy.
It wasn't epic. It wasn't kinky. It wasn't a showstopping kind of fuck. It was slow and steady. He kept talking to me in the most gentle way as he slowly slid his cock in and out of me.
He then asked if he could finish in my mouth. Who cares as into deny him such a simple request. We moved around and I sucked him for a few minutes and he erupted into my mouth.
3 years since I had cum in my mouth.
We finished, cleaned up. He left and I didn't feel like such a loser