I was still madly in love with my wife when she filed for divorce but came to realize our own personal demons were making it impossible to stay together. Unfortunately, her demons had destroyed our sex life for six of our seven years together and as I unpacked my things in my new apartment I could think of nothing else but getting laid. A week later I met Melissa.
It began innocently enough (doesn't it always?) when I found an ad online for an almost new mountain bike at a very good price. I called the number in the listing and the phone was answered by a woman with a very smoky sounding seductive voice. I introduced myself and told her I was calling about the bike. She apologized, telling me the bike had just been sold that morning after a bidding war between two of her neighbors, the winner having not only overpaid, but offered his extra ticket to the Monet exhibit as well. I laughed and told her I was disappointed, but hoped she enjoyed the museum, adding that during my morning run I had seen an advertisement stating the Monet show was sold out. Melissa told me she was also a running fanatic, and asked if we could run together one evening. Aching for any type of companionship I agreed and gave her my number before we hung up.
I settled into my new, albeit boring single life, working days, running in the evenings, and releasing all my sexual tension thru pornography and phone sex. At thirty seven years old I was hard constantly and with my new found privacy took full advantage of stroking my cock until all hours of the night.
One Thursday night I was lying back on my couch finally getting comfortable after working late. My freshly shaven cock and balls were especially sensitive, and every nerve in my body began to fire in double time as I wrapped my favorite ball spreader around my cock and fastened the snaps. Just as my fingers began tracing the head of my cock the phone rang. I reached over and grabbed the phone off the coffee table, almost dropping it as I said hello.
"Hi, um, it's Melissa, do you remember me?"
"Oh yeah, of course, how was the Monet Show" I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Incredible, except for the company, I did get dinner and quite a few glasses of wine though, so it was worth it.
I could hear a slight slur in her voice, but it only made her sound sexier. Maybe it was all the testosterone coursing thru my veins, but something caused me to take a blunt approach.
"Something tells me he spent the evening trying to fuck you" I laughed
"That's an understatement. I actually considered it, but I knew I'd never get rid of him. He's not a bad looking guy, just annoying. And he smells a little." She replied
We both started laughing and I began to forget about the almost painfully throbbing cock between my legs. Then Melissa snapped me back into reality.
"What are you up to?" she asked sounding very innocent.
