This is the third installment of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. 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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As painful as it was to leave the house that we had begun to raise our family in, after Michelle got married, her words to me about wasting my life really hit me. I was unhappy, Caitlin was unhappy, and it must have been having some impact on the kids, even if we couldn't see it. It was the best thing for everyone.
Caitlin and I had agreed that the marriage was over about six months prior to when I moved out, and we were just waiting for the right circumstances to physically separate. So, I was in "blue ball" territory for a long period of time after I had last slept with Michelle.
Soon after Caitlin and I split up, I actively started looking for a new playmate. I went on a dating site after I moved into a temporary rental house, and within a few days was meeting a woman named Dawn for lunch. We hit it off well, laughed and had a good time, had some common acquaintances since we went to the same college (but we didn't know each other, it was a big school).
Dawn was normal height and body type, wasn't the prettiest flower in the garden, maybe a five out of ten, but she had a nice body, decent tits, and I was hoping to get her into bed soon. I hadn't been with a woman in quite some time and really needed to get laid.
Dawn was 40 (I was 41 at this point) and was in a similar situation as mine - separated for about six months but not yet divorced, marriage and sex life dead for the last year and a half or two.
She had two kids that she shared custody with her ex, so her free time was a bit limited as mine was. A week later, we met for a drink after work. We both had to get home, so after two drinks, we walked out to the parking lot, where we kissed for the first time. It was a great kiss, and I think we both had the same thought in our heads - if the kiss is great, the sex will probably be too.
We texted later that night, and planned to bring in some dinner and watch a movie (the old "Netflix and chill") the following week. I had some wine, and we brought in some salads from a local gourmet pizzeria. The wine was flowing -- I drank more than I normally would, and we really had no intentions of watching any kind of movie. The look in her eyes when she looked at me was probably the same as mine looking at her. We both couldn't wait to fuck.
We took the dishes to the kitchen, and were walking back to the living room with our drinks. Before she could sit, I grabbed her and turned her around to me. We started kissing, and it escalated quickly.
I'm not even sure who suggested the bedroom, maybe neither of us, but we found ourselves on my bed pretty quickly. I don't even recall the undressing, I think we both just stripped off our own clothes, but before I knew it, I was on top of her, both naked.
Her tits were probably a C cup, but they sagged a little, having had two kids. I paid attention to her tits and nipples, licking, sucking and of course my signature nibble. I moved down to her pussy, a slight patch of hair covering the space just above her vagina.
I dug in, not gently and sensually as I might normally, but hungrily. I was starving for pussy and she was the meal. Spreading her legs wide and pushing on the backs of her thighs, I exposed her completely. There was no tenderness, I just wanted to eat that pussy, and I did, with gusto.
Dawn must have been as horny as I was, because within just a minute or two, she came with a groan, grabbing my head and forcing my face deeper into her pussy as she convulsed with her climax.
Wasting no time, I immediately stood up and shed my clothing. My cock sprang out like a loaded weapon.
"Jesus," Dawn said as she reached out and grabbed me around the shaft. "This is beautiful!"
