Martha Divorced After 50 Years

Martha

One Saturday morning, in early March, I was doing my normal shopping around town. I usually do my shopping on Saturday morning. This way I can take my time and look for bargains and sales. As I was passing in front of a small strip mall, I decided to stop into a sports store to look what they had new in the golf section. After spending a little time in there, I went next door to Ollies Bargain Outlet. Ollies is not one of the stores I frequent but I hear people talk about how they get some interesting things there sometime.

I walked in with really nothing in particular to look at. However, right in front, some solar lights caught my attention. I picked up a few to examine which one I would like. I decided on a decorated one that I thought would look good by my front door. I then walked around looking at what else they had to offer.

Once I had a few items in my hands, I proceeded to the check-out lanes. Two lanes were open but it was one single waiting line. I noticed this lady had got in line right behind me. I smiled at her and continued minding my own business. I did notice she was an attractive lady but I did not want to start a conversation and seem to be forward.

Just as I turned back in her direction, just to look around, she broke the silence and spoke to me. She asked what was that pretty glass item I had in my hand. I told her it was a solar light to put by my front door. She asked how it worked and I explained that you just stick in the flower bed and the sun charges it and it goes on automatically at sun down.

We started talking and she told me that she was in an apartment and that would be good by her door also. She said it is not well lit by her door. She proceeded to tell me she lived in an apartment since her divorce. I told her I was sorry about her divorce but I was divorced too and I was much happier. She admitted she was happy also.

She continued by telling me she was married for 50 years and she found out her husband was having an affair with a girl almost 40 years his junior. I told her I was so sorry she had to deal with that. I did not even know this lady but I told her I was very proud of her for having the courage to leave and start a new life at 73 years old.

By now, it was my turn to check out my items. We continued talking, even while she checked out her items. This did not stop our conversation as we moved out the way of the registers and continued our conversation in the lobby area of the store. We shared some minor details our of married life and the divorce experience.

As we talked, I was paying attention to the personal details of this little older lady. She was only 4'9" tall. She had a very pleasant appearance. Her face was had very little make up on and her hair was pretty grey and nicely style. It did not appear to be beauty salon styled but well maintained.

I noticed at times her blouse would shift a little and her bra would be a little exposed. This was a turn on of course. Her breasts were about average size and looked and very desirable. Her skin appeared to be soft and smooth. I will admit, I was starting to look at this strange lady in a sexual way. Her size was just what I am usually attracted to. She did not have an hour glass figure. She was pleasantly plump. Actually, she was well proportioned. She obviously had a nice rounded tummy to go with her rounded back side. At least, from what I could see from the position I was in.

We talked for about 30 minutes standing in the vestibule of the store. We both seemed to enjoy each other and lost track of time. Once again, I told her how proud of was of her for being so brave and courageous and divorce after 50 years. I asked if I could hug her as we turned to leave. She turned to face me and with a smile on her face told me that a hug would be nice.

We started walking in the parking lot and we headed in the same direction. She was actually parked right next to me. I helped her put her items in her SUV and we talked a little more. Seemed we had a lot in common. As she reached to hug me again, she asked if she could be so bold to ask for my phone number. She explained that she has never done that before and she hoped we could talk again sometime. She told me how I made her feel good about her situation.

I thought it was best to just give her a business card so she would have my office number, cell phone number and my email address. I told her not to hesitate to call anytime. I also told her we could have lunch sometime. I mentioned to her that when she calls me, I would save her number in my phone.

Once again, we said good bye and this time we got in our vehicles and left the parking lot. I figured I would not see her or hear from her again. I continued on my day and never gave Martha another thought.

That evening, as I was watching TV, my phone rang and it showed an unknown number. It had become a habit not to answer unknown numbers because it was usually telemarketers or scams. It did not come to mind that it might be Martha. As I said before, I did not give her much thought after I left her that morning.

A couple minutes later, my phone alerted me that I had a voice message. I picked it up and pressed play. "Hello young man, this is Martha. I hope I am not being too forward, but I wanted to thank you again for the nice visit this morning. I look forward to hearing from you again."

I waited a couple minutes before returning her call. I did not want to seem too eager. The truth is, I was really excited and needed to relax a little bit so she would not hear the real excitement in my voice. I really did not think I would hear from her again and I was surprised with the phone call.

Martha answered my call after just one ring. I will admit I was a little nervous to talk with her. We had so much in common but we had just met. Martha quickly took over the conversation. I became comfortable quickly. I was not sure where this was going because she mentioned several times at the store that she was not interested in anyone other than her age. I knew she was eighteen years older than me. I never look at the age of a person. Age is just a number.

We talked for over an hour. The time passed quickly and I had not noticed how quickly the conversation had moved. Martha talked for the majority of the conversation. I enjoyed hearing about her life. She talked about her married life and how she always thought it was a good marriage. She never heard her husband complain or anything of the sort.

It was not until she caught him having an affair with a much younger woman that she even considered they had a problem. Once she confronted him with the affair, he insisted she was crazy. He even had her committed into a mental institution. This really upset her that much more. She spent a week there before the doctors confirmed she was not mentally ill.

Once she was released from the hospital, she confronted him again. This time, he had little defense. Well, at least he could not say she was crazy. He did have many other excuses and reasons for the way he was acting.

She even told me that he started kissing her differently. She questioned where he learned to kiss like that. I did not question what way he started kissing, although I wish I had asked. He had purchased a "burner" phone. This is how she eventually caught him and proved the affair.

Their divorce went right though because they had no young children and she had proof of adultery. After 50 years, what more could a judge ask for to proceed with a divorce. Their three adult kids were present for the proceedings.

Martha had moved into her own apartment. She was scorned but was also getting lonely. She made it clear that her next partner would not have a cell phone and be her age. I guess since her husband ran off with a younger woman, she was against an age difference too. I told her more than once not to let age interfere. Age is only a number and she should look at someone for who they are not what they are.

When we were about to hang up from our first phone conversation, I felt brave and I asked her to have lunch with me the coming Monday. She lived in the next town over from me and I would be there working the next day. My company had an office in her town and I often spent time there. She agreed and I told her I would call her the next day to set up a time and location to meet.

I went to bed shortly after our conversation. I could not get Martha off my mind. I honestly did not think anything romantic would develop between us but I did enjoy her company. We were both divorced, for two different reasons, and I think it helped to talk about it. The main difference was, I knew the love was lost in my marriage. She did not know the love was lost in hers.

I finally went to sleep and I had a few dreams of Martha. I really found her to be attractive and was looking forward to meeting her for lunch. The more I talked to her, the more I became interested in her. She was slowly tugging at my heart and I knew she did not mean to, at least I did not think she did.

Waking up the next morning, I was excited to have the chance to meet Martha again. I had all day to think about her. I showered and got dressed to attend my weekly church service. It was difficult to concentrate on the service since Martha was constantly on my mind. Fantasies played in my head and I wondered if those fantasies would eventually become reality. Yet, my fantasies were always interrupted by remembering her telling me she wanted someone her age.

After the weekly church service, I had lunch at my usually diner and went home to an empty house. I did my usually Sunday routine; cleaning house and doing laundry. Martha was still on my mind no matter what I was doing.

Midafternoon, I got a text from Martha saying she was looking forward to lunch tomorrow. I was very excited also but I did not want her to know that. I did not want to seem too eager so I wanted a few minutes before replying. I finally replied with, "I am also looking forward to lunch". I waited a few more minutes and sent another text to her. "It has been a long time since I had lunch with a beautiful and interesting lady". Almost immediately, I got a reply telling me, "Thank you. You are pretty interesting also, and not bad looking also".

I went to bed that night more excited than the night before. I was still not sure where this relationship would go, but I was ready to find out.

I wanted to make sure I looked my best for Martha. After all, when I saw her before, I was in shorts and golf shirt.

In my dreams, I fantasized of what she would look like without clothes on. I remembered what I saw of her in the store and if that was any indication of what her body looked like, I would be more than pleased. I was very curious as to what her nipples would look like. I had always been fascinated with nipples.

When Monday morning finally arrived, I was more than eager to get to work. Once I showered and got dressed, it was still too early to leave for work. Actually, in my position, I did not have a set schedule and I could go and come as I wished. I decided to take the drive to the neighboring office. I knew staff would already be there so I could go right to my office get my day started.

The morning passed quickly and I noticed it was almost eleven o'clock. I thought it was a good idea to call Martha. She answered on the first ring. You could hear the excitement in her voice. She suggested we could meet at a local restaurant. I had been there many times before and did enjoy the place. We settled on meeting at eleven thirty. That was just thirty minutes away and the restaurant was ten minutes down the road.

I answered a couple more emails and completed a report I had to send in. I had accomplished everything I had set out to do and I did it before lunch. I had all afternoon for Martha, if she was willing. I did not want to be too aggressive with her.

We arrived at the restaurant right about the same time and walked in together. Martha was dressed casual but very nice. She had on khaki capris, sandals and a matching printed blouse. I liked that her toes were well maintained but not painted. She had small feet and thin ankles. This was more than I had noticed the first time I met her.

The hostess was escorting us to a table when I asked if we could be seated outside on the deck. The deck offered a great view of the bayou. Louisiana has some of the prettiest sceneries near the bayous. This bayou was only navigated by personal recreational water craft. It was always entertaining to watch the variety of water crafts passing by.

As we were being seated, Martha rubbed my arm and told me how nice it was seeing me again. I was really getting the feeling that she had dismissed the age issue. I was not sure but the signs were there. I was still playing it safe but I did not want to let her feel I was not interested in her.

Our conversation was interesting as usual. It seemed we never ran out of things to talk about. The conversation never slowed down. Martha and I both found each other to be interesting. She seemed to be very interested in my travels around the country. At some point in my career, I was flying to a different city each week. It was a hectic time in my life but it was interesting also.

Time seemed to slip away from us. The waitress brought out meal to us and we continued talking while we ate. We were really getting more comfortable with each other as time passed on. I could tell she was relaxing more also.

After we finished our meal, I told Martha that I only had a couple hours left at the office and asked if she wanted to get together again after that. She agreed that it would be nice to see me again and suggested I go to her apartment and we can visit there. Then, before I could reply, she said we could go to the park if I wanted. I told her I would like to meet at her place then we can see what we would do after that.

I went back to the office and finished my day by four o'clock. I sent Martha a text telling her that I was packing up my laptop and would soon be on my way to her place. She replied with her address and said see you soon. It was only then that I realized I had not had her address before then. I had been so thrilled being around Martha that I had not asked for her address.

When I walked out of the office, I sat in my truck and typed her address into my navigation system. Her apartment was only 2 blocks away from my office. Those two blocks only took a couple minutes but I had butterflies in my stomach the entire way there. Our relationship was moving along quickly and in the direction that I had hoped.

Arriving at Marthas place, I surveyed the area at a glance. It was a very nice apartment complex for people fifty-five and over. The cosmetic appearance and lay out of the complex were modern and appealing. It was easy to find apartment A-24 because the identifying signs were easy to locate. I walked up to her door and rang the doorbell and waited patiently for her to answer.

First thing I noticed when Martha opened the door was that she had changed into more comfortable clothing. She was now wearing a flower printed house dress. We exchanged greetings and she closed the door behind us. She apologized for getting into a more comfortable outfit. Laughing she said she did not think I would mind. With that said, I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her soft and tender lips.

I knew it had been a while since she was kissed passionately so I did not know what to expect in return. Simultaneously, our mouths parted and our tongues danced passionately to our own beat. While kissing, I ran my hands on her back side so I could feel her figure in my hands. Martha began moaning as to let me know she approved. This lasted a couple minutes before I broke the kiss and backed a step away from Martha. She asked if something was wrong and I told her I just wanted to look at her beauty and absorb the moment.

Martha asked if I wanted to go sit in the den. I told her that wherever she was comfortable. She giggled a little and said she would really be more comfortable in the bedroom if that wasn't being too forward. We kissed again and our tongues danced to a new beat. I pulled her dress up and rubbed her backside again. This time I could feel her silky panties.

We separated for a moment and she told me to follow her down the hall. I noticed she had various art pieces hanging in the hall. It was dimly lit so I could not make out exactly what the art was, but I could tell it was hand paintings.

Once we reached the bedroom, I could see the same type of paintings on the walls also. She noticed I was looking around and confessed that she was the artist of all the art work. It was a passion she had for many years but has not painted in many years. I commented on how nice they were and she told me she was thinking of getting back into painting again.

We kissed passionately again and I lifted her dress up to her waist before she broke the kiss and lifted her arms up so I could remove her dress all the way. I was pleased to see she was wearing beige panty briefs and a beige brassiere. I then unbuttoned my shirt and removed it along with my undershirt. We kissed again and I unhooked her bra while I was caressing her back.

With out breaking the kiss, she started fumbling with my belt to removed my pants. I decided to help her and broke the kiss again so I could remove my belt and pants. We both stood there in only our underwear. I backed her against the bed, put my thumbs in the waistband of her panties, pulled them do her thighs and sat her on the edge of the bed.

At the same time, I removed my boxer briefs. Martha then cupped my balls and fondled my erect penis. She commented that she never saw an adult circumcised dick before. She took a few minutes to fondle it and examine it before kissing it right on the head. I placed my hands on her shoulders and encouraged her, without saying a word, to put it in her mouth.

She accepted the hint and put my dick in her mouth. It was obvious she had done this before. She used a lot of saliva while sucking and licking it. My hands were on her head stroking her hair as she pleasured me. It was not long before I warned her, I was about to cum. This made her more excited and she continued with more enthusiasm. Suddenly, I exploded in her mouth. She swallowed every drop of it until my dick started to go flaccid.

She licked every drop before backing away and asking how was that. I told it was great and now it was my turn. I got on my knees in front of her. I removed her panties and had her lay back on the bed. I took a quick sniff of her worn panties before tossing them to the side.

I caressed and kissed her feet. Her toenails were professionally manicured and painted a light pink in color. Her feet were so pretty and well taken care of. I was tempted to suck her toes, even if that was something I had never done before. After a few minutes of caressing her feet, my instincts took over and I put her left big toe in my mouth. Her reaction was remarkable.

While sucking her toe, I held her left foot with my right hand and explored her left leg with my left hand. Even if her legs showed her age, they were pleasant to look at. I was able to cup her pubic mound in my hand as I released her toe from my mouth. Her breathing was getting deeper with her respiration rate increasing. I could hear low soft moans between her breathes.

My right hand caressed her leg attempting to join my left hand. Nothing I wanted more than to smell and taste her most prized possession. I then placed my hands on each side of her hips. For the first time, I saw her pubic mound. Her thinning light-colored pubic hair allowed me to see her perfect looking vulva.

Martha placed her feet on my shoulders and I kissed her right between her inner things on her outer lips. As my lips touched her, she automatically pushed her pelvis up to meet my touch. I licked the length of her labia and slowly slid my tongue inside to touch her clitoris. She let out a soft surprised squeal while taking a deep breath. Her hands grabbed the sheets on each side of her body.