Embracing Our Truths

Hey everyone, I'm a long time reader, but this is my first attempt at writing something. I hope I get a good feedback and see where this goes. Any and all comments are welcome. As per the guidelines, all characters engaging in sexual activity are over 18.

Enjoy!

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I was coming home after a long day's work. As I'm driving through the usual traffic getting out of the city, I started to think on many things in my life, some good, some not so much. I had moved back to my home town after almost 20 years, (during those, I had only visited twice) to help take care of my elderly mother and my special needs sisters. My wife, or ex-wife I might say, swore to never come back (even though she's also from here and has family) couldn't understand or handle the fact that my life and the Universe did not revolve around her. I finally had enough and left, a few weeks later I was served with the divorce papers, I didn't sign them, maybe a little bit of spite, and also the fact that she was also suing for sole custody of our son, as expected. I spoke with my lawyer and counter sued for a joint custody, stating that I was the only one with a job and could provide for his needs.

I was basically sitting in the car feeling a little pissed and with a bit of self pity. This was not a good state of mind to be driving in, since it was a bit distracting. I finally managed to make it home, made sure that mom was feeling better, and my sisters were settled in for the night. Once everything was set, I poured myself 2 fingers of my favorite scotch over ice, loosened my tie and sat down on the couch to watch the TV. The usual talking heads were ranting about this and that, telling everyone how the previous administration had almost destroyed the country and how long it would take to recover. The usual partisan politics that have always come and gone.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket saying I had gotten a text. At first I thought it was Samantha, my soon to be ex, so I ignored it. A few minutes later it buzzed again, with a sigh I pulled it out of my pocket and saw who it was, Alex, I smiled and texted back. She had been a very good friend over the years and had more or less kept in touch; but it wasn't until recently that we had talked a bit more frequently. We were really good friends since we met in our early twenties, and now in our forties we found that we were a lot more compatible than we had realized back in the day.

I thought back to those times when we would hang out together, sometimes just listening to music, talking nonsense; and yes, we did hook up a few times with some hot make out sessions, but never really crossed the line to become friends with benefits or lovers. With all the shit that was going on in my personal life, I felt that talking to her eased my stress a bit, and lightened my mood a lot. As we talked, there was something in the back of my mind, seeing the way she typed her responses that had me thinking a few ungentlemanly things. Back in the day during one of our make out sessions I decided to test a theory I had about her, I had just come out of the shower and saw her standing in the doorway of my room; I'd had an Alpha mentality since the age of sixteen and well, never really had a chance to explore that side of my personality until in out twenties.

During those make out sessions in my room, there was one that stood out. I had come up behind her and with a lack of subtlety I spun her around to face me, grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard, when I broke the kiss, I pulled her into the room and practically ripped her blouse and bra off (to this day, I'm still surprised that her clothes didn't tear or shred with the force I used to remove them). I could see the fear in her eyes, but also the excitement, she had a nervous smile on her lips and a heated flush of arousal on her skin. I was desperately trying to control myself since I knew that both of us were not prepared to take our relationship to the next level; we had the mutual attraction, but we were not really ready to go all the way. I know it sounds weird that two people in their twenties would not jump into bed and rut like animals when they had the chance, but I figured a while back that sex could also destroy a great relationship, so I pretty much kept it to heavy petting, making out and the only skin to skin contact was above the waist. (I know, a lot of you are saying "what a loser" but believe me, a bit of chivalry at the right time can open a lot of future opportunities). Her reaction confirmed what I had suspected, she was a submissive by nature, even though she had always carried herself as a strong, independent woman.

We continued seeing each other and hanging out until I found a job that took me overseas for a few years, during that time we kinda lost contact for a few years. It wasn't until about ten years ago that through Social Media we kinda found each other again. By this time I was married and had a son but we kept on talking and just a bit of our usual flirting, then the flirting got a bit more serious, (I know, it's cheating, but Samantha wasn't really fulfilling her duties as a wife either), we kept on talking, flirting, and exchanging pics and videos. At one point we got caught by Samantha, we orchestrated a bad breakup, but continued to chat when ever possible.

During our chats we were exploring the D/s aspect of our relationship and letting my Alpha mentality come forward, I could see she was really getting into it, and actually enjoyed this form of play. We kept on exploring our fantasies like that, it was a form of outlet for me, since my wife had been pretty much browbeating me and manipulating every situation into her advantage. Until finally I couldn't take it any more, I packed my things, grabbed my passport and went home, that was 3 months ago.

It took some time, but thanks to my old high school contacts, some college and a few business friends, I managed to find a decent job with semi regular hours. It helped that I also had a few properties that I took charge of from my parents and was getting an average market rent from and that made all the difference with my mother's and sisters' finances. It turn out that the family members that were "taking care" of them were also under renting the properties and keeping close to half of the money for themselves. I was feeling a bit less stressed over the situation that I had found when I came back home. I made plans to meet up with Alex over the weekend turned off the TV and went to bed.

Friday Night:

Finally, the week was over! I was changing out of my suit, and into some jeans and a t-shirt when I remembered that I was meeting up with Alex later on. I changed over to a button down shirt and went to meet her at the restaurant. One last look in the mirror before walking out the door and saw that at my mid forties I was still in some sort of shape, I do have a belly I mean being five foot nine inches and weighing two hundred pounds, I had a bit of a pudge, but I wasn't as bad as some of my old college buddies. My blonde hair was almost completely gray, and I was sporting a short beard that looked more red than blonde. I grabbed my jacket and walked out.

I got to the restaurant with a few minutes to spare, so I sat down at the bar and ordered a drink, a few moments later, I saw her. She was looking pretty good, for most people and basically all of the fashion and entertainment she'd be considered a BBW, she's four foot ten, LOTS of curves yeah matching my weight, but for some reason it really worked on her, she's a 38 to 40DD, a defined waist, definitely more than twenty six inches, more like thirty two, and hips and ass that looked great swaying when she walked. She was wearing this short, dark burgundy crushed velvet dress that hugged her just right, just enough cleavage to get your attention, and it looked molded to her hips and ass, some three inch heels that gave her legs a really nice definition. Her hair, usually a poof of dishwater blonde curls, had been straightened, hanging down below her shoulders and dyed to this luxurious looking red, (picture ScarJo's color as Black Widow in The Avengers), some soft make up and my favorite deep red lipstick. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and I noticed a few guys were checking her out too; she finally saw me at the bar and came over, her hips swaying enticingly as she glided towards me.

I hugged her in greeting, feeling the softness of her curves, the warmth of her body, as I traced my hand over her back I noticed her lack of a bra, and my mind was instantly reminded of those days back in my room. As we were seated at our table, I ordered a bottle of wine and some appetizers as we made some small talk. We did the whole catching up thing over some great pasta. During dessert, we were just chatting over nonsense, but I could tell by the look in her eyes she was thinking about something that could not be said in polite company. With a wolfish smile, I suggested we go somewhere for a nightcap, and maybe a game of pool, seeing that it had been a while since we could just relax with each other. Alex blushed a little and agreed that it sounded like a great idea.

When we got to the bar, it was still a bit early, and there was no crowd in it, I guess this place no longer held the appeal of the younger crowd, which was fine by me. I set up the table and she got us our drinks, a craft beer for me, and a hard cider for her. Being a gentleman, I let her "break", enjoying the view as she was lining up her shot, I noticed there weren't any pantie lines around her hips, not even the trace of a thong. She looked back at me with a little smile, I just raised my eyebrow in an unspoken observation, and once again I smiled making her blush.

I lined up my shot, as she leaned in a bit on the opposite side of the table, allowing me a perfect view of her cleavage as her breasts pushed forward against the bodice of her dress threatening to spill out. I must admit, it was very distracting, and I was loving every minute of it.

"Joe, I can't seem to line up my next shot," Alex said, so I moved up beside her to 'help' her out, she positioned herself in such a way that I was behind her as she bent over and pulled me over her, pressing her ass up against my cock, which was slowly but surely hardening.

"Alex, are you sure you need help?, this is a really easy shot," I teased, knowing full well she could feel me pressing up against her. I got a little bolder and decided to do a not so subtle pantie check and slid my hand under the dress, only to find a very smooth and very wet pussy. I heard her gasp, and the low moan from her throat, I removed my hand after collecting some of the juices on my fingertips; looking straight into her eyes I slowly licked them clean, savoring the taste.

There was a look of surprise, mixed in with a little embarrassment and lust when she saw me do it, I held her gaze with my eyes then moved in really close to her ear, "You taste absolutely delicious, maybe later I can drink from the source", I whispered, causing her to blush even more. I had realized that she was trying to live a fantasy that we had talked about in some of our conversations, so I went with it, I continued teasing her and being teased by her all throughout the game until I couldn't take it anymore.

As soon as the last ball was sunk, I came up to her, and said "Alex, I know what you're doing, and it's working perfectly, but there is one thing that you didn't count on. Tonight, you have been teasing me without a care. I am going to have to punish you for that." I saw her eyes glaze over, her blush deepen and her lips part slightly; that was it, I grabbed her by the hair in the back of her head, firmly, but gently tightened my fist and pulled down so she was looking up at me, my lips crashed into hers as I kissed her with abandon, hard and deep. Our tongues dueled and her breathing became shallower, I growled when she tried to pull back and held her to my lips, showing her that I was in control now.

I finally broke the kiss, but held her close, our eyes met once more, and then she lowered her eyes. Grabbing her hand I pulled her outside to the parking lot, where it was finally quiet enough to be able to talk without being overheard by at least half the bar. She still wouldn't look me in the eye and quietly said, "Joe, I know I've been teasing you all night, but I feel like this is a dream come true. I finally made up my mind, and know what I want. I want to finally feel like a woman, I want to feel like I did that time in your room, when you just took what you wanted. The fact that you never pushed me farther than I was willing to go actually showed me that you were the one I wanted to be my first."

You could've knocked me over with a feather, I was stunned, I felt honored and yet humbled that she thought of me in that way. "Alexia, you have been the light in my life during this time of darkness; with the divorce, the custody, the whole thing with my mom and sisters; talking to you has kept me sane. I would be honored to be the one to take your virginity," I said.

She placed a single finger in my lips to silence me, "There's more; even back then and through the years I've had a lot of time to read and explore what I want. I've come to a decision, I love how you let the alpha side of your personality out with me and yet always let me set the pace, you've proven time and time again that I can trust you," she said, in a sigh she muttered, "I can't believe I'm going to say this. I want you to be my alpha and master, Sir," she declared.

I was never expecting this, I had thought at first that she was teasing me again, but I saw the sincerity in her eyes. I didn't say a thing, just took her to the car, opened the door, as soon as we were both in it, I started driving. My mind was all over the place, the fact that I was technically still married, would it seem like I was taking advantage of her? Was I ready to go into another relationship? I didn't want to hurt her or myself if things went south. I wove through traffic thinking these things over and over without realizing that I hadn't said anything, looking over towards her, I saw the concern on her face, she looked absolutely panicked on what my decision was. After a few minutes we got to her house. When she realized where we were, I could see the confusion and the sadness in her features, her shoulders slumped slightly as she looked down and opened the door to the car. I quickly got out and practically ran around the car to catch her before she took off running to her front door. I managed to reach the passenger's side door as she was putting one foot on the curb, she had her keys in her hand ready to open her house door.

I helped her out of the car, and in one smooth motion, pulled her close to me, pinned her arm behind her at waist level and was already grabbing her other wrist. The quick movement made her asp, and then she looked into my eyes. "Who's teasing whom?" she asked with all the hurt in her voice, and not a small amount of annoyance. I still didn't speak, I just proceeded to walk to her front door, taking the keys from her hand I walked her all the way there. Opening the door we stepped inside, I closed the door with my foot, pulled her closer, and kissed her with as much force as before. When I pulled away, her lips were a bit swollen from the force of my kiss, the confusion and shock on her face was priceless.

"I would never tease you like that," I said, "I needed to think on your proposal, and decide if we should take the next step." I released her and slowly walked around her in a small circle, looking at her as if I were examining and evaluating every inch of her body. "I must admit, you took me by surprise with your declaration, but, if it is what you truly want, I'm willing to explore this aspect of our relationship." I declared as I looked into her eyes. This time, when I kissed her it was soft and gentle, a lover's kiss, still conveying my desire and urgency, but not the demanding of a master.

"I plan on staying with you tonight, and we'll explore everything your heart has desired," I said. I saw the nervousness in her eyes, the excitement and the confusion. I was trying my best to keep myself in control, and not take her as a master should. This was going to be her first time and I wanted her to enjoy every second of it.

"Well Sir, welcome to my home. Let me give you the dime tour of the place I've only shared with my cat," she said, as she spun around, still confused, but feeling a little bit better. As I followed her to the second floor, she pointed out her room and the one she was planning to convert into a study. All the time, I was looking at her, the way she would walk, the inflections in her voice, and the look in her eyes when ever she met mine.

I was thinking, "yes, she's unsure of what will happen." When we passed the door to her bedroom again, I pulled her in and said, "Let's take this slow tonight, I want you to enjoy yourself as much as I will." Kissing her again, I slowly unzipped her dress, loving the feel of her warm skin as it was being exposed. She, on the other hand, began unbuttoning my shirt and running her hands on my chest and stomach, never breaking the kiss. She pushed my shirt off my shoulders and was kissing her way down my chest; I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations, and remembering all those times long ago when we did this in my old room. When she reached my belt, she looked up expectantly, waiting for my approval; I pulled her back up and said, "Let's get a shower going, and let me wash your beautiful body."

"It's not that great," she said, "I'm overweight, and feel flabby most of the time. But, with you, I feel like I'm a supermodel."

I laughed a little when she said that, true we could bot benefit from losing a little weight, but all I could see, was a beautiful woman that would rival any model. "Let me show you how beautiful you are," I said, as I was taking her dress off. I then pulled her into the bathroom to get the shower going, after adjusting the temperature to both our liking, we stepped in and I began by soaping all of her. I tried to make it as sensuous and relaxing as I could, massaging her shoulders, her back, that amazing ass and her legs. Turning her to face me I repeated the process from top to bottom, paying attention to her breasts, the valley between them, and the underside of them, since I knew that was a very sensitive area on her. As I continued lower, I admired her perfectly shaved pussy, and commented on it, saying how beautiful it looked, and then continued to her legs and feet again.

When I was done, I couldn't resist any more, after rinsing her off, I once again lowered my self to my knees and gave her a long slow lick on her labia, flicking the tip of my tongue on her clit, the gasp she let out was music to my ears. Standing up, I turned my back to her and she proceeded to wash me as well. "God, I love the feeling of her hands on me," I thought to my self. I then turned around, and let her wash my front. I could see her appreciating my body, while not in perfect shape, I think I still look okay. I felt her hands shaking a little when she came to wash my cock, which was standing hard and proud. As she grasped it, the involuntary jump surprised her a little, but soon she was slowly pumping her hand, (all for the sake of cleanliness). "That feels great baby, but I don't want to finish before we get started," I said. Blushing, she let go of my cock and continued washing my balls and my legs. Still kneeling, she rinsed me off, and looking into my eyes, took the tip of my cock in her mouth, gently swirling her tongue on the crown. After giving me a few sucks, she then licked the shaft while cupping my balls.

I felt I was in heaven, feeling her mouth on me, she ten stopped, and we turned the shower off. Grabbing the towel, I dried her off as best I could, and she then did the same. With one quick motion I took her in my arms and carried her back to the bed. Laying her down, I kissed her again, this time letting our tongues duel in the age old dance. Kissing her neck, shoulder, I was moving down her chest, enjoying the taste of her skin, the smell of the soap mixing with her natural scent was intoxicating. Cupping one breast running my thumb over the nipple, I softly licked, sucked and nibbled on the other, feeling it harden on my lips while the other stiffened in my hand. Her breathing was deep, trying to get as much air as she could. I continued the trail down her body, feeling her begin to gasp at the small kisses and nips I was giving her soft skin. Then I reached her bellybutton, I could feel the heat from her core, the heady aroma of her pussy urging me to continue until I was finally looking at her pussy.