I met my second wife, Karen, in a bar. At the time, I was in the middle of a divorce from my first wife. I was in a fairly steady relationship with one woman and having casual sex with a couple of others. With all of that and a demanding job, I wasn't looking for any more partners or for any more complications in my life. I was sitting at the bar, having a drink and listening to the band. From the corner of my eye, I noticed the front door open and a woman walk in. Now, like I said, I wasn't looking for any more partners, but I still couldn't help but check out almost any attractive woman that I saw. (That was one of the reasons for the divorce.)
I turned my head and my eyes met hers as she walked toward the bar. I have to say that there was something incredibly sexy about her. Even today I couldn't tell you exactly what it was that made her stand out, but I felt an immediate attraction. There were a few sideways glances by both of us as the evening wore on. Later, I got up to use the restroom and, as I emerged from doing my business, she was coming towards me. We exchanged hellos and made some small talk about the band, our jobs, and other random topics. I offered to buy her a drink and she accepted. She got me out onto the dance floor and we danced to a few songs. I was enjoying her company and she seemed to be enjoying mine. At closing time, we were both pretty hammered and, as we walked from the bar together, I had hopes of having wild sex with this very hot young woman. On the sidewalk outside the bar, we did almost everything but have sex. People driving by were making comments, honking horns, and laughing at us. Neither of us cared. I couldn't talk her into taking me home, but I did get her phone number.
I waited an appropriate number of days, then called her to ask her out. We went to dinner and a movie as I remember. There was no sex at the end of the night, but we had both had a very good time. This led to a couple of more dates. Finally, after the third or fourth date, one thing led to another and we were back at her place for some late-night activities. We nearly ripped the clothes off of each other. I can only say that the sex was spectacular. She was even better looking with her clothes off and almost attacked me. I used my oral talents to lick and suck her pussy and clit to several loud orgasms. She screamed and shook each time. She sucked my dick with a level of enthusiasm and expertise that I had never experienced before, finally swallowing every drop of my semen. We ended the night with a very satisfying fuck (cowgirl if I remember correctly). Her vagina seemed to fit my dick like a velvet glove. We went at it again in the morning.
As time went by, we were spending more and more time with each other. As I hung around with her and her friends, I started to get the impression that she had a pretty wild past and lots of previous relationships. In fact, I got the feeling that she had slept with most of the guys in her circle of friends, and she had a very large group of friends. Sometimes, at a party or barbeque, I would get weird feelings, thinking that every Tom, Dick and Harry at the party had seen her naked and wondering what else they had done. I sometimes wondered if one of these guys had taught her to give such fantastic blowjobs. I often felt a strange mixture of jealousy, arousal, and a feeling of superiority, since I was the one now bedding this hot woman.
I shoved all those thoughts to the back of my mind because I considered myself to me open minded and non-judgmental, I wasn't exactly pure myself, and I was really enjoying some excellent and exciting sex with a beautiful woman. We had sex in the water at a crowded beach. We had sex in a bar bathroom. We had loud sex in a tent at a crowded campground. She blew me between two parked cars in a bar parking lot. I fingered her to orgasm on a dark dance floor in a bar. She often blew me on road trips while I was driving. She seemed open to almost anything, was loads of fun, and I could have an intelligent conversation with her too.
A year went by and my divorce had become final. Our relationship had become pretty much exclusive. (I was still working on tying up a few loose ends. I'm not sure about her). We were still enjoying each other's company, doing lots of fun things, and the sex was still frequent varied, and toe curling. We began to discuss our future and finally took the leap.
Twenty or so years and three kids later and we were still happily married. We still enjoyed spending time with each other. Karen had put on a few pounds. Her firm B cup breasts were sagging a bit and were probably now C cups. Her cute little ass and thighs had a little more jiggle, but I still loved every inch of her. Her hairy little vagina was still as tight as the first time I had sex with her. She was still a beautiful woman who would turn heads when dancing at the clubs or at parties. I was no longer the buff young stud I had been and had developed a few grey hairs, but I still had a few women flirting with me. The kids were either out of the house or seldom home and we had lots more time together.
Things were pretty good except for one thing. Over the years, she had moved into full on mommy, PTA, church lady mode and as she adopted those attitudes, I more and more saw her that way. We still had sex, but it had become routine and rather boring. Almost nothing ever occurred outside of the bedroom. It always started out with kissing and cuddling, then progressed to breast fondling, then nipple biting and sucking. I would eat her pussy; sometimes making her orgasm, sometimes just bringing her to the edge. Karen would expertly suck my dick, sometimes making me come in her mouth, sometimes stopping and making me fuck her until we both came. Then we rolled over and went to sleep. We both always seemed to get off and our basic biological needs were being met. Often, I felt that we were both just going through the motions.
Now that we had some freedom to enjoy ourselves, I really wanted to take advantage. I wanted to be able to see Karen not as the PTA mom but as the sexy woman that she had been in our younger days. I wanted her to let loose from the bonds of mommyhood and good church lady and feel sexy again. I wanted her to look at me with new eyes.
My mind began to work overtime on ideas to create some excitement. I decided to see if toys would have an effect. I went down to my local sex store and bought a moderate size, vibrating dildo. After much thought on how to introduce my new purchase, I decided to gift wrap it and give it to her before bed one night. She unwrapped it, looked at it like it was a hand grenade, and said "what the hell is this?" She wouldn't even touch it. She hid it somewhere and I didn't see it again for months. Thinking that I had simply made a poor choice, I convinced her to accompany me to the adult store to pick out something more to her liking. With much prodding, she chose a small, non-threatening vibrator, about the size of a lipstick tube. She did seem to enjoy it when I prodded her to use it, but she never took the initiative to use it without my pressing and she wouldn't admit to using it when she was alone.
One night I had an idea. I asked her if she wanted a massage and she responded, "sure". I told her to go upstairs, put on some music, and change into something appropriate while I warmed some oils and lotions. When I got upstairs, she was lying face down on the bed in her bathrobe. I told her that the bathrobe was going to interfere with the massage and she removed it to reveal her bra and panties. I began working on one arm, then the other, using the lotion to warm and soften her skin as I worked her muscles to relieve her tension. I climbed on the bed and straddled her, kneading her shoulders and back, just as I had her arms. She really began to relax, and I heard "ummm, that really feels good". I moved lower on her back, unhooking her bra for easier access. I continued to move lower on her back, brushing the sides of her breasts and finally reaching her panties. I teasingly massaged her lower back occasionally slipping my fingers under the thin fabric of her panties. Finally, I pulled the panties down and began to massage her beautiful butt cheeks, kneading and spreading them. I teased very close to her hairy pussy and her cute brown anus, brushing her pubic hairs, but stopping short of actual contact.
