My names Diane, I'm a 46 year old divorcee. I have been divorced for 18 months now, I met my new guy about 8 months ago, and I have decided to keep him anonymous so that anyone reading this story can imagine them for themselves. I'm 5 foot 4 inches tall, I have shoulder length straight black hair with some red tinges in it, my breasts are a 36C and I am quite trim for my age, I do have a little middle age spread but it is only a little. I like to keep my pussy shaved except for a small landing strip of well trimmed pubic hair.
Up until I got divorced I had led quite a conservative life regarding sex. I had met my then to be husband in my high school years when we were both 15 years old; we dated for 10 years then married. We didn't have any kids as I couldn't have them. We were married for 19 years when I found out he had been meeting men for sex in public toilets and off the internet. I was disgusted that he was having sex with men and not just men, strangers; I felt dirty and betrayed and instantly threw him out of the house.
I met my new guy from off the internet, we met in a chat room and after several month of chatting we decided to meet up in a public place to see how we got on. We had already swapped e mail addresses and mobile phone numbers and we had sent pictures of ourselves to each other. We hit it off instantly and after about 10 more meetings we finally had sex together.
The one thing that really made him stand out to me was that before we had sex and even during sex he would make me feel special, he would ask me what things I would like him to do to me and he would also ask me what things I would like to do to him, he made me feel that I was a big part in this sexual relationship and that I could have a say without feeling embarrassed about it. He also made it quite clear that nothing sexual would be done without us both discussing it first and then if we tried it and one or both didn't like it we would never have to do it again. It was all about trust and honesty to him as he believed that without being open and trusting each other that the sex would just be a case of one person feeling humiliated or worse, it had to be a two way thing.
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Here I was laying on My Kitchen Island my legs wide open and high in the air, his face buried deep in my pussy, his tongue running up and down my soft sensitive inner. I could feel every movement as he licked, sucked and fucked my pussy with his long fabulous tongue.
My hands gripped the edges of the island as I could feel my orgasm building up inside me, I released one of my hands and pinched my nipple just as I had pinched it I felt my orgasm explode as I raised my hips and thrust my pussy hard on to his face I shut my eyes and let out a guttural moan..... OHHHHH FUCKKKKK ...... FUCK AHHHHH YEAHHH YEAHHHHH.
My body collapsed on top of the island, my legs and body now a limp mass of sheer blissfulness, he slowly licked and kissed up all my juices then slowly lifted his head and laid his chin on top of my pelvis.
Hmmmm, you taste really good, I love the taste of your sweet smelling pussy I could lick it all day, he said.
I lay there trying to catch my breath and to gather my senses; I looked in to his deep blue eyes and smiled at him.
He stood up and started to run the head of his 7 inch, thick cock up and down my already ultra sensitive pussy sending little shockwaves all over my body, the anticipation of him pushing that lovely cock of his was unbearable.
Mmmmmm put that big thick cock of yours in my wet pussy, I said.
You want it now? He said.
Yes now, I want it, I need it, fuck me with it now and stop teasing me, I said.
He chuckled a little to himself, are you sure you want it. He said. And he pushed just the tip of his cock in to my soaking wet pussy.