This is the eighth story of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. This is a two part story, with the next part describing a wild beach vacation that resulted in a three way. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.
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Kelly
Ah Kelly, one of my absolute favorites. When I met Kelly, I was 43, and she a mere 31. She was introduced to me by a mutual friend.
The back story is - a female friend reached out to me one day and said, "Hey, not sure if you're in the market, but I have a friend who recently split with her husband, no kids, young and fun and awesome."
She sent me a pic and I was blown away.
"YES!!!" was how I responded, or something to that effect. She was gorgeous, a 9.5. Had to be too good to be true.
We met for brunch in a town equidistant from each of us. She confided that her marriage failed when she discovered that her husband had lied about their finances and had basically built a financial house of cards that came crashing down. They lived high on the hog, but it was all borrowed money, because the business he started and claimed to be highly successful was anything but, but he was desperate to not lose his wife, who he clearly didn't deserve.
To say we hit it off is an understatement. Two hours at brunch flew by, and we spent the afternoon walking around town, shopping, talking, laughing, and thoroughly enjoying each other. At one point I pulled her into a doorway of a closed downtown business and kissed her, and she returned the kiss with fervor. The compatibility was undeniable. We ended up spending the whole day together, finishing with dinner and a movie, and lots more kissing, and roaming hands. The goodbye was hard because I really wanted to spend the night with her.
She lived with her parents while trying to get back on her feet. She came to me the following weekend, and after some more kissing, she explained that she has several medical problems, some yet to be definitively diagnosed. Multiple food allergies, and trouble sleeping through the night without getting up to vomit. Of course, my first thought was anorexia or bulimia, but she ate very well when we were together, and there was no throwing up right after eating. She had a healthy appetite, just couldn't keep it all down overnight. Strange. All this to say, she was very worried about diseases, and as much as she was ready as can be to sleep with me, she insisted that I get tested for STDs first.
I think everyone's first feeling about such a question is - how dare you!?!? What kind of person do you think I am!?!? And of course, this was my first thought, but then I thought about my last few years and thought - yeah, probably not a bad idea.
Not knowing how long these tests take, I made the first available appointment Monday at a local lab. I gave blood, I gave a urine sample, I gave a semen sample, hell I would have given an ear wax sample if they asked, anything to get me in Kelly's pants as soon as possible. They told me a week to ten days for full results.
Kelly came up during the week that week, and we were kissing on the couch. Our hands were roaming, and she was rubbing my dick through my pants. She then straddled me, and I pulled her top off and unhooked her bra. Kelly was of average height, but due to her illness(es) she was very thin. But her tits were magnificent. A C-cup+ with unbelievably small but hard nipples, like pea gravel.
She was wearing a miniskirt, pantie-less, and I moved her onto the couch next to me and fingered her while I sucked on her tits. She was tight as can be - no kids and probably no sex for a while - and she had a large clit that I could practically grab onto. She was coming on my hand in no time, whimpering and biting my lower lip painfully as she did so.
Without so much as thirty seconds gone by after she came, she said, "I have to see your dick. It feels so big."
She worked it out of my pants, and I could tell she wanted to suck it and fuck it, but she behaved. She stroked me with a purpose however, and although I'd never been much for hand jobs, before long she had me squirting all over myself. She giggled at the sight of my larger than normal load flying all over the place, and it was such a great and genuine laugh. We kissed while she cleaned up cum with a throw blanket, and she promised there was more where that came from.
The following week, Kelly was away on a week's vacation with her family, and the week after that, I was scheduled to have some surgery. In the meantime, my test results came back - all clear - but the sex Gods had conspired against us, because after my surgery, I was in bed and instructed to stay there for a week, with no strenuous activity, including sex, for two weeks.
Kelly came to visit on the third day, and was sitting on my bed with me. My sister, who had been there caring for me for the first two days, had left, so Kelly brought me lunch, and then I took my first shower in three days.
After my shower, I was back in bed, wearing just a pair of workout shorts. I told her about the test results - clean as a whistle! I also mentioned the vasectomy, which pleased her as well, because, in addition to being allergic to latex, she said, "I love the feel of skin on skin inside me."
Of course, she knew that I was under a "no strenuous activity" order, but her hand, and mouth, ultimately found my cock, which had been hard since I stepped out of the shower. Her skills were exquisite, the perfect combination of hand and mouth, tenderness and aggression, tongue and lips.