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.
