At the age of 43, after almost 20 years of marriage , you can only imagine my shock when my wife surprised me with the announcement that she wanted a divorce. It seems that while I was out working to support her and my kids, she was having an affair, and decided that her boyfriend could support her better than I could.
So, once I was settled in to my new apartment, and got over the shock, anger, and all of the other emotions that come with the territory, I decided it was time to get on with my life and start dating. Actually, I guess you can say that it was decided for me.
On one of my weekends with my kids, I had to take both of them in for new glasses. After the eye exam, while they were being fitted for their new glasses, the girl that was taking care of them, who the kids really liked, asked the kids where their mom was. They responded, rather calmly, that this was their weekend with me, and mom was probably at home. She looked up at me with a shocked look, to which I could only nod.
When she was done with the kids, and there was only paperwork left, I told the kids that they could go to a different store in the mall and look at games.
As soon as they were gone, the girl, Cathy, who I guessed to be in her mid to late 20's and was very cute, asked what had happened, so I gave her the Reader's Digest version.
After we talked for a few more minutes, and we were wrapping up all of the paper work, she looked at me and said "Well, are you going to ask me out, or have I been flirting all this time for nothing?"
Needless to say, I was stunned. "Why would you want to go out with me? I'm almost 15 years older than you, and I'm not exactly what a beautiful girl in her 20's is looking for."
"Well, maybe not most girls, but I am not most girls," she replied. So after talking a little more, we decided to meet for drinks during the week at a local Mexican place that has some great margaritas.
Nervous as hell (this WAS my first date in 20+ years, after all), I walked in to the restaurant bar, ordered a drink, and waited. After about 20 minutes, Cathy walked in, and I was almost breathless.
Let me digress to some quick descriptions. I am 43, 5'9", and just over 200 lbs. I work in construction, and still work out semi-regularly(I was a jock in high school and college, until a knee injury), so I am still in pretty good shape, with only a slight belly starting to show. Cathy is 28,about 5'3", and can't be more than 115 lbs soaking wet, with long strawberry blond hair, and a pair of beautiful green eyes.
When she walked in the bar, she was in a maroon dress that ended almost in the middle of her thighs, and had a nice v-cut neck line that showed just the right amount of cleavage. A nice pair of heels capped off the outfit. As I said, I was breathless. She looked hot!!!
When she walked in, she immediately started to apologize for being late, telling me that her co-workers were trying to give her grief and delay her with all sorts of phony excuses. When I told her that looking like that, she was well worth the wait, she kind of blushed and told me that she wanted to make my first date after all those years memorable. Little did either of us know!!!
After we had consumed a few margaritas, and some every stimulating conversation(I knew that she was intelligent, but she surprised me just how intelligent she was ), we decided to get some fresh air.
As we walked outside, we saw that we had been hit with a spring shower, and it was coming down pretty hard. While we were talking on the patio of the restaurant, she looked at me and asked "Do I have to make all of the first moves here?"
When I looked at her with a slightly confused face, she said "I asked you out for drinks, are you going to make me initiate the first kiss, too?" . Now, I WAS shocked, but not too shocked to respond by leaning in, taking her in my arms, and giving her a long, deep, wet kiss that must have lasted five minutes.
When we finally separated our lips, she smiled at me and said "THAT was well worth the wait." ,and we both laughed. That was when we noticed that we were right in front of a window, and everybody in the main dining room could watch us.
We ran to her car and got in before either of us was soaked in the downpour. After making out like horny teens for another 20 minutes, she pulled back from me and asked how far I lived from there.
When I told her it was a five minute drive, she almost pushed me out of her car and said that she'd follow me. I thought "This can't be real!!!" , as I ran to my truck.
When we got to my apartment complex, there were no parking spots anywhere near the building, so we had to run like hell to avoid the rain, we were both soaked when we got into my apartment.
"I hope that dress isn't ruined," I told her.
She said "It should be fine. I'll just hang it up to dry," and proceeded to turn around and ask me to un-do the zipper, which I did with shaking hands. She dropped the dress on the floor, and that was when I noticed the she wasn't wearing a bra. She bent over to pick up the dress, showing her tight little ass in a crimson thong, long legs, and heels.
"Do you have a hanger?" she asked as I stood there gaping at her hot little body. After I hung the dress to dry in my shower, I came out and saw her sitting on my couch wearing a big smile, and not much else. The thong and heels were still on, and she was a vision like I have rarely seen, and NEVER in my own home.
"You'd be much more comfortable out of those wet clothes" she told me, and stood up and started walking towards me.
"Let me help", she said, and proceeded to undress me. I could not believe what was happening, and just stood there like a fool.
As she knelt down to take off my pants, she smiled at the large bulge she had created in my drawers. "Did I cause that?" , she asked with a grin.
"Uh-huh" was the only response that I could muster.
"Well, I'd better do something about that." she replied. "That looks uncomfortable", and quickly pulled my drawers down to my ankles.
"Oh my!!! I was hoping you had some size, but I never thought you'd have THIS!", she said.I am a little bit over average length, but I am quite a bit thicker than most men.
She smiled up at me, took my hard cock in my mouth, and proceeded to lick and suck on me like her life depended on it. My only thought was "HOLY SHIT!!!" , as she worked me over.
My ex never really got into giving me head, being more concerned about her own satisfaction. Cathy was giving me a more pleasurable blow job than I have had in years!
After about ten minutes of this, my knees were getting weak, and I pulled her up to her feet.
"If I don't stop you now, you're going to make me cum in your mouth," I told her(Something my ex was only able to accomplish three times in 20 years!).
