The Aftermath of a Marriage

An intro from Jayne,

Whilst not essential as I believe this stands alone by itself as an erotic adventure story, I do recommend that you read the first two parts before plunging into this.

The period after a marriage breaks down when the parties start living apart is strange. I know as I am going through it right now and have been for the past year or so. In my case that year was a period of celibacy for me. The previous parts of this account explain how I dealt with that celibacy. This part deals with how I handled ending the celibacy and celebrating my divorce with my first fuck.

Post celibacy.

I had half expected a 21-gun salute, the release of balloons or maybe a dozen doves, or at least a full male voice choir singing congratulations. But no, all I got was an email from my solicitor saying, 'we are writing to advise that your divorce was finalised yesterday.'

22 years of marital 'bliss' over and done with and a marriage dead and gone in the flash of an email and a stupid amount of money on legal fees. Still c'est la vie but I felt sad reading the mail but knew it was for the best particularly as my life had been in a limbo for the near year since Kevin and I had agreed that we no longer wanted to be married to each other and so we agreed to separate and file for divorce.

We amicably agreed on the split of our quite complicated financial resources and I agreed to move out to an apartment we owned and he stayed in the house. However, legally we still both owned both of those and the place we had in Majorca.

I started a freelance business that I operated from my new home, a nice duplex apartment in a trendy part of London, the Isle of Dogs, that we'd bought as a present for the kids after the property crash in 2009; they'd just have wait longer before getting their hands on it we'd reconciled when dolling out the assets between us.

It had been a strange year for me, maybe for Kevin as well for we had kept in touch, mostly by phone and email and face to face on children and family matters. The separation and divorce had been mutual and we maintained an amicable relationship throughout the tedious year-long wait for marital freedom.

In most way I had behaved myself during that year although from the gossip I heard that was not the case with Kevin. But then being a good looking, separated, successful businessman, with a flash car, a platinum Amex, plenty of charm, a very active libido and an eye for the ladies what else could I expect?

Although, of course, I had other things in my life that despite now living alone, was quite busy, one topic seemed to surpass the others. Although I was sorting out my new home, getting my freelance writing business going, helping Sara settle into college, dealing with the divorce and establishing a social life as a separated woman along with my tennis, golf and gym, that topic was always near to the forefront of my mind. I so missed sex and it nagged at me all the time. I couldn't quite understand it as I had never thought I had a particularly high sex drive when it was usually readily on tap with Kevin.

During the year, I had been severely tempted several times and had received numerous offers of NSA sex. It would have been so easy to say yes to some, to return an overeager hello or goodbye kiss or embrace, to accept a hand brushing my breast or buttocks as a come on or to have responded to more vague advances. My body wanted me to go with the flow and end up in a bed or on the back seat of a car with my legs wrapped around a near stranger's waist but my mind said no, and, somehow, I went with that. Throughout the near year, I let my mind, just about, overrule my bodily demands and I stayed celibate.

Well as far as having sex with real men that is, but not with myself and online men. After a short while into the separation, I found myself masturbating frequently and for some periods that was daily. But after a while I found doing myself to be lonely and so I found chat rooms. I then learned how to use people I met on there as company even extending that to sharing each other using cams.

My first man.

It was only weeks after I received notice that my divorce was final that I had my first sex with a man. I am not quite sure why I chose him or, more to the point, why I let him have me but I did, it worked out well and we were both satisfied at the end of the afternoon and early evening session.

I had invited him to lunch at my home which I think sent him a pretty clear message as to how the afternoon might proceed. Whilst the roast beef was cooking slowly in my oven, we had a couple of drinks at a pub near to my apartment in the Docklands area of east London. Keeping my eye on the time I took him home and, thankfully, the roast beef was cooked pretty much perfectly so, whilst he watched football on the TV I cooked the vegetables and the Yorkshire puds., which in England are an essential part of a Sunday roast lunch.

Although I'm by no means a good cook the meal worked well. The conversation flowed easily and was appropriately slightly risqué at times and we managed to drink a bottle of expensive red Bordeaux that I knew he preferred. He helped me clear up and we went to sit in the lounge when he asked, "Can you actually see the Thames from here?"

"Well not actually from this room but you can from upstairs."

"May I see?"

I was a little nervous when I took him upstairs as it meant going into my bedroom but I thought 'what the hell!'

My nervousness increased when we stood by the floor to ceiling French window. The nerves were not so much about what might happen now but more about how I would feel and react, actually more I suppose really, how I would perform if, as seemed likely he pushed for sex. I had little doubt that if he did then I would say yes but, after a year of celibacy where the only hands that had touched, fondled and caressed my nakedness were my own, I had no idea what his might do to me. I didn't want to make a fool of myself by cumming almost immediately he touched me, as I feared I might, but then also, I didn't want him to think that I was experienced at bringing guys to my home for either a meal or sex or both. With my mind in a whirl, I decided that despite my excitement I would try to relax and play it cool.

So, when standing by the window looking out at the small patch of the Thames visible from the apartment, he slid around my waist I didn't move. However, when he squeezed my hip and pulled on it, I let myself lean against him and when he kissed the top of my head I didn't pull it away. By showing no resistance I was, I suppose, inviting his other hand to grip my chin, which he did gently with his thumb and forefinger and turn my face towards his. Looking deeply into each other's eyes I watched his face slowly moving towards mine and with a start, I realised that we were going to kiss. Looking back later when he'd gone, I laughed out loud at how naïve I had been for of course we were going to kiss and more. Understandably, as I had not been sexually kissed for over a year, that made my heart pound and it seemed to be so loud that I was sure he'd hear it. Then, he kissed me on the lips. Actually, he didn't kiss me right away but lightly brushed his lips against mine before running his tongue along the bottom of my upper lip and then closing his mouth around mine. It was a nice kiss. It was enquiring and fairly, without being overly, urgent and quite quickly I felt his tongue probing at my lips. After a brief hesitation, I slowly opened them and felt his tongue slide into my mouth, find mine and press against it as the kiss intensified.

Given that this was my first kiss of a sexual nature for over a year, I wasn't surprised to find both my mind and body reacting to it. I turned a little towards him and slipped my arm around his shoulders as, at the same time his hand slid up my back and rested right on my bra strap that he gently pinged. Applying a little pressure on the small of my back he coaxed my breasts against him and squashed them against his chest. Breaking the kiss he whispered, "Okay Jay?"

"Mmmmm, yes fine," I breathed back as his spare hand slid between us and found my breast that he fondled so nicely that I pushed back against it. I knew that we had reached a seminal moment and now was the time to resist or to effectively give in. I did nothing leaving the ball very firmly in his court.

Although my hands had fondled, cupped, pinched and squeezed my breasts so many times during the past year or so and I had even learned that I could lick and suck my own nipples, the sensations when his hands found them were mind-blowing. I don't think that I had ever had such a powerful surge of sexual feelings before. It felt as though there was an explosion of sensations cantered on my chest which then roared through my body.

All the memories of sex with a man flooded into my mind and the level of my arousal was such that I felt that I was ready for anything. To my sex starved body that was like a match lighting a firework.

"Oh God," I groaned almost into his mouth as we were still kissing. He seemed to sense how turned on I had become and reacted to it by pushing his hand inside the loose top I was wearing and cupping my breast. At the same time, he pulled me front on against him and thrust his erection into my stomach. I couldn't believe just how good and exciting it felt to have a fully rampant cock against me again and I whimpered. With no further hesitation he ran his hand up the back of my legs, under my skirt and grasped my bottom. Incongruously, as I was in his arms with his hand up my skirt, my mind went back to thinking about when I was getting dressed for the date. On balance I was pleased that I hadn't worn the black holdup stockings I had recently bought on a whim, as they would have sent the wrong message to him. So, his hand didn't find the bare flesh of my ass as it would had I worn the holdups and thong but the nylon of my tights and under them my bikini panties. However, having that hand squeezing the modest fullness of my ass, the other fumbling inside my bra and pinching my nipple and his so invitingly hard cock pressed into my stomach almost sent me over the top and I felt my orgasm building up, "Oh Christ yes, yes," I moaned as I felt those magnificent feelings welling up in me.

For some reason that I never understood he suddenly spun me around and pushed me forward so that I had to lean against the window. I supported myself by firstly placing my hands and then my forearms against the glass as he thrust his erection into the crease of my ass. That felt so good and became more intense as I looked down and saw that my top was bunched up around my upper chest and that my breasts had been yanked out of my bra. Without its support they were hanging down seemingly almost vertically and flopping around with every movement I made.

He grabbed one of them, deliciously squeezed it and pinched the nipple as, more gently he cupped the other one in the palm of his hand. The combination of the rougher fondling and pinching of one and the more tender stroking of the other was amazing and the overall sensations I was receiving were as good as beyond belief. I have known all my sexual life that I have sensitive breasts and I had, therefore, expected some fantastic sensations as I resumed having sex with men. Not in my wildest dreams, though, had I imagined they would feel anywhere near as awesome as I was getting.

Whether he pulled me up or I did it myself I don't know but suddenly I was upright and squashed back against him. He fumbled my bra completely off my boobs and between us we struggled my arms out of the straps so that it slid down and was bunched around my waist but still done up at the back. With my top up around my neck both of my tits were completely bare and he continued with the wondrous things he'd been doing earlier. The sensations were enormous as each tit felt so heavy and as if it were hotwired to my clit. Both orbs were tingling as he stroked, rubbed and pinched all over them and my nipples were pounding and felt like two dams that were ready to burst. I couldn't stop myself reaching up and holding his hands more firmly against them encouraging his attention firmer on them. Then, without me realising how or why I was holding one of my own tits as his hand slid down my body and cupped my bald mound.

So involved had my brain been with what was happening to, on and in my breasts, I hardly realised that he'd pulled my skirt up until he touched me down there and pushed his hand between my legs coaxing me to open them more which I did most willingly.

Alternating between kissing the back of my neck, the crown of my head and my mouth when he yanked my head around I felt him fumbling his hand into the back of my tights. Then, I felt it on the bareness of my lower waist and buttocks before finding its way into my knickers and right onto the bareness of my bum.

"Oh my God," I heard myself groaning as he squeezed and rubbed the full, roundness of each cheek before briefly running a finger along the crease between them.

"You okay Jay?" he asked as I felt the tights slithering down my hips.

"Oh shit, I don't know," I rather ridiculously gasped as I felt them slide off my bum and a little way down my thighs.

"Well love you'd better make your mind up pretty quickly," he breathed into my ear as I felt something else other than his hand against my leg. Suddenly with a massive jolt of sexual excitement I realised it was his bare, hard cock. Somehow, without me knowing he'd unzipped himself and got it out and was now pressing the warm, hard smoothness against the flesh of my ass. That put me over the top and I started to cum. As used to often be the case when I got near to an orgasm, I wanted, no desperately needed, two things. I had to feel the cock that was arousing me and, at the same time I wanted to talk dirty and filth poured out of my mouth.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck yes," I moaned wrapping my hand around his cock, "I'm cumming, you bastard you've fucking well done me."

Thrusting his cock in and almost out of my hand he fell in with the dirty chat. Gripping the black panties I had chosen to wear instead of the rather more obvious thong, he growled, "I'll give you something to fucking well make you cum." And with that he pulled the thong down my legs so that it was just above my knees and went on, "Now open your fucking legs bitch." At the same time, he got one of his legs between mine and forced my legs wider which wasn't really necessary as I was only too pleased to open them for him.

Although everything was a bit of an erotic blur, I was assuming that he was going to finger me or maybe go down on me and lick my pussy and or ass but again I was wrong for suddenly I felt his cock pressing right against the lips of my pussy. 'Fuck he's going to fuck me,' went through my head as I heard him saying, "Is it ok bitch if I shove this right up your wet, juicy cunt?" The mere idea of having a cock in me sent such a thrill through me that I could only gasp in response to his enticingly erotic filthy language.

"Yes, yes get it up my cunt and fuck me, make me cum, please make me cum," I groaned. As I felt his cock going past my lips, I thought what a silly thing to ask him to do as I was already climaxing though I knew from experience of many years that I would just keep cumming and cumming.

As he pumped his cock up and down inside me alternating his hands between gripping my hips and squeezing my tits I got to that wonderful level where I had a near continuous orgasm. He fucked me hard with long, deep, fast thrusts going as far up me as he could get which was satisfying for me and based on the moans, grunts and groans that he was making, him as well. But then, with what was almost a roar as he told me was 'fucking cumming' he shot his load into me and I had my first mutual orgasm as a divorced woman.

Whilst I had to agree that it had been pretty great sex, I felt awful later after he'd left. I was so disappointed in myself that I had given into him so seemingly easily and that I had got into it so enthusiastically. However, whilst I was pissed off with myself, I did have the consolation of my first divorcee sex being quite spectacular. After that first rather urgent and almost aggressive fuck we had a couple of glasses of wine, undressed and went to bed. Lying in his arms we talked about the sex which, inevitably, got things going again and he went down on me and excited and satisfied me again with some quite memorable oral sex before I fellated him almost to a climax. We finished with him on top of me and my legs around his waist as we slowly fucked each other to quite beautiful and satisfying climaxes.

After he'd left, not surprisingly I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened that afternoon and early evening. Of all that we had indulged in and enjoyed, and there had been a lot, two things stood out for me above all others.

The first was the sheer sordidness of what we'd done and how we'd done it. During my year of celibacy when I had become an online, chat room junky, I had been introduced in both writing in the early days and then verbally and visual by cam latterly to many practices that I had only read about when married. I found myself revelling in the wantonness of discussing and role-playing having sex in public where the chance of being caught was high, talking about flashing my boobs, being with a guy commando and braless, being fucked by two or three guys and having three-way sex with a guy and his girlfriend. During that year, experiences that had only been vague notions whilst married became almost run of the mill. I found myself getting turned on by the nature of what I was discussing or seeing and to my horror, in some ways, I found that became more intense with the outrageousness of what was being discussed.

As I lay in bed later that evening, I was thinking back to the twenty minutes or so when I was leaning against the French window in my bedroom and the recall aroused me. Such graphic images filled my mind then flittered away only to be replaced by even more explicit visions as I was taken so comprehensively from behind.

My glasses had slipped almost off my nose and although I kept pushing them back into place I was pretty much 'flying blind' throughout the entire lovemaking. He'd pulled my top up so it was bunched around my upper chest above my boobs, both of which he'd yanked rather unceremoniously but nevertheless appropriate for the occasion out of my bra so he could get his hands on them. He'd struggled my skirt up so it was around my hips, my tights were down by my ankles and my panties were around my knees. This meant that my bare ass was sticking out as I was bent forward at the waist. Although I couldn't really see him most of the time the few glances I had with my specs in place showed me that the bastard hadn't bothered to undress at all but had merely yanked his nice looking cock out of the flies on his trousers, pushed them down to mid-thigh and shoved it in me without any mention at all of condoms.

None of the virtual experiences that I'd been involved in online in chat and on cam came anywhere near the reality of what went on in my bedroom that Sunday afternoon when I had my first real sex since separating from the man who had just fucked me, my now ex-husband!