Although an avid reader of this site for more than a decade, this is my first attempt at writing a story.
Many of the details are drawn from a real encounter that happened several years ago although obviously names etc have been changed to protect the guilty!
If you are a fan of enormous cocks and hard bodies, then this probably isn't for you.
If you enjoy something that is a little more realistic and relatable then I hope you enjoy. I've disabled feedback from anonymous readers on this submission as I read too much vitriol from those without the courage to identify themselves on other authors submissions to be willing to subject myself to that kind of abuse.
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My name is Sam and being alone at 51 wasn't what I'd planned or expected. In fact having Maggie, my wife of 25 years tell me she was "going away to find herself" and that she been unhappy for a long time devastated me. I'd have almost preferred her to have gone off with someone else instead of leaving me feeling that I'd simply bored her into going.
Our two grown up kids were almost as shocked as me and swore they hadn't a clue and that they didn't understand what she was playing at. Sadly, although they were completely supportive, they had both moved away years previously to pursue their own careers and lives so weren't around as much as I would have liked to offer shoulders for me to cry on.
For almost a year I moped around the house generally feeling sorry for myself and regularly refused requests from family and mates to join them on nights out, convinced that they were seeking to pair me up with random female friends and not having the slightest interest in entering into another relationship. I desperately missed my wife still and also missed physical contact and intimacy, although I reacquainted myself frequently with the less satisfying joys of internet porn and masturbation
I'd stopped visiting many of our joint friends, purely because most of them were couples and I couldn't stand the constant out-pouring of sympathy and comments like "You'll meet someone else," or "There's still someone out there for you."
However, from the outset, there was one mate that refused to allow me to completely drown in self-pity. Billy and I had been mates long before I got married, we worked for the same company and the two of us shared similar interests as well as a wicked sense of humour and an often-outspoken admiration for many of the females in our offices. The one difference between us was that Billy had on a number of occasions satisfied his lust outside of his marriage, something I had never been tempted to do having been content with window shopping and general good-humoured flirting. Billy was always quick to take me into his confidence about these flings and never spared the details when it came to describing how his latest hook-up had performed.
Billy and his wife Karen had been true friends from the moment I'd been left alone and had ensured that I regularly spent time with them, or at times when I'd refused a request to go see them, had simply turned up at my door armed with wine and take-away food and announced they were there for the evening whether I liked it or not. The truth is that although I protested and moaned, I was extremely grateful for their company even if I sometimes didn't realise it until after they had left.
It would be easy and predictable for this story to have taken a more obvious turn and for me to tell you that on one of these visits, and with Billy's approval I ended up fucking Karen. But this was not the case.
One evening about 11 months after my separation I sat in a local pub with Billy sipping on a pint of lager. He'd been unusually bullish in his attempts to get me to agree to go out as I still wasn't making much of an effort.
We were halfway down our first beer and talking about all kinds of rubbish when he sprang his reason for being out on me.
"So, I've been seeing someone from work."
I laughed as this wasn't a huge surprise, "OK, I'll bite. Who is it this time?"
"It's not anyone you'd guess," he said piquing my curiosity, "she's a larger lady a little older than us".
I was hooked by now and wondering who, out of all of the women in our company, he had bedded this time. Billy didn't necessarily have a fixed type but the women he chased were generally slim and of similar age or younger.
"It's Dawn from the projects office."
My jaw dropped a little, Dawn was not the name I expected to hear. Don't get me wrong, Dawn was an absolute sweetheart, a single lady and the sort never to have a bad word to say about anyone. Someone that would do you ten favours before one bad turn. But she didn't seem the kind of person to play around with a married man. Plus, as he'd already mentioned, she was a few pounds heavier and thicker around the middle than his normal "type".
"How the hell did you hook up with Dawn?" I asked.
"We were both up at the Luton office for a few days and staying at the same hotel. We ate our meals, had a few drinks together in the evenings for company and hit it off, on the third evening we wound up in bed."
"You've shocked me mate, I didn't think you'd fancy her and would never have seen her as being the type for that sort of thing."
"She's great fun," he said grinning widely. "She's got her own place, she doesn't give me grief over not being able to see her too often and above all she's game for pretty much anything. She's an ideal fuck-buddy!"
I was still letting this revelation sink in and thinking you never really know people when he hit me with his next bit of news. "The thing is mate, she's keen to new experiences and I've convinced her that a threesome would be good fun."
