First date after losing my wife. [MF]

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(This took place a year or so after my first story posted here:

[My first gone wild story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/brh013/neighbors_help_my_shy_wife_with_her_first_oral/))

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It was the 1990s and one year since I had lost my wife to cancer. Life sucked and I was still reeling from the loss. Yahoo was just barely a thing and one of my friends suggested I try using it to meet people online. It worked for him. At the time he was dating a woman who he’d later marry.

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A few nights later I was sitting in my house, alone, and thought “I can sit here, pathetically in the dark, or I can try to have a life.” So I fired up the PC, found the yahoo groups and signed up for an account. I don’t remember what the yahoo dating site was called, this was 20 years ago! But I created a profile, tried to be honest and not look desperate, then hit the Enter. Immediately I started to feel guilty and regretted doing this. I turned off the computer and tried to sleep.

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The next morning I turned on the computer and anxiously logged in. I had responses!!! Looking through them I realized they were all spam. Oh well, I tired. A few days and a lot of spam later I received a message that looked real. “Hi, you look cute and I like your profile.” I checked out her profile: mid twenties (10 years younger than me!), Indian, almost 5 ft tall and quite curvy with full hips and everything.

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She went by “Rita”, a shortened part of her given name. Rita and I chatted for a few days and it was pleasant. The following Saturday Rita asked if I’d like to grab some coffee and actually talk in person. I was a bit freaked! We agreed on a coffee shop (plenty in Seattle to choose from) and a time. I tried to clean myself up and not look too desperate or like a college senior on his first interview. I got to the coffee shop a little early and grabbed a table outside.

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I saw her approach with sparkling eyes and a big smile, much cuter than her profile pic, and that set me at ease. We got coffee and spent the next hour talking about anything and everything. She knew I was a widower from our chats and brushed on that but we didn’t talk in detail. As it started to get late she suggested we get diner. I was enjoying our time and there was no way I’d turn down diner with her.

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After dinner and some wine she invited me to her place for a drink. She had me sit on a sofa while she got a bottle of wine. When she came back she had two glasses, which she set down on a side table before straddling my lap, sitting on me! I smiled at her and she put her hands on my head and pulled me into her breasts and shook them back and forth, giggling. I was not expecting this! I reached up and cupped her tits over her shirt and gave them a nice squeeze. Then she leaned in and kissed me. We played grab-ass for a bit before she jumped off my lap and took my hand saying, “Come on.” She took me into her bedroom and pushed me pretty forceably onto the bed. Then she went for my belt. I helped her remove my clothes from the waste down and before I could start removing any of her clothes she grabbed my cock and took it into her mouth, deep. It felt amazing. She’s the only person I’ve dated who could take the entire thing in her mouth. She worked the head with her tongue, took me deep and sloppy and was pushing me over the edge fast.

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I warned her that she’s going to make me cum to fast! She looked up at me with those sparkling eyes and almost a sad look. Then I told her, “I wasn’t planning for this, and I don’t have any condoms.” “I think I do!” she replied and hopped up to rummage through her nightstand. She found them and then told me, “You’ll have to go slow, it’s been a while”. Who was I to complain! I hadn’t worn a condom in a long time, but quickly remembered the lack of sensitivity. Oh well. I set about finding a good pace she liked and proceeded to fuck her deep and slow. With the condom my stamina was much better. A bit too good perhaps. After a while she told me that she was getting a bit sore and we should take a break. No problem, the night has already gone way better than I ever expected.

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I rolled over onto my back and she cuddled into my side. She grabbed the tip of the condom and started to pull it up. She removed the condom, repositioned herself and again took my full length into her mouth and started to give me an amazing blowjob. After a few minutes I warned her that she’s going to make me cum if she keeps going. “That’s the idea!” she said, smiling back at me. She kept up the pace and soon I felt that “point of no return” sensation. She swallowed the first blast of cum and kept going. Several more spurts later she had drained the sperm from me and swallowed all of it. She smiled, wiped her lips on her arm and moved up to give me a light kiss.

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In the morning I woke up, looked around the room for Rita but didn’t see her. I smelled coffee and soon Rita walked in, naked with two cups. Talk about service! I let her know that I had to leave soon, but could use a shower. “Sure” she said as she walked over to a closet to get me a towel. She stepped into the shower with me and after soaping my nether regions she dropped to her knees and took my penis into her mouth. This woman would not stop! I grew harder as she continued and for the second time I filled her mouth with cum, all within 20 hours of meeting her.

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I dried off and started to dress. Rita sat on her bed and pulled out a small book and started writing in it. “What’s that?” I asked her, trying not to sound nosy. “I keep notes. You’re number 93 and number 3. I hope that doesn’t bother you.” She set the book back into the nightstand drawer. I looked at her confused, “I don’t even know what that means.” She explained to me very mater-of-fact like, “You are the 93rd guy I’ve given a blowjob and the third guy I’ve fucked”. I was a bit caught off guard. Either number is fine, but I would expect them to be more equal? Not my place to judge!

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A few days later I sent her a message asking if she’d like to meet up for dinner on Friday. “Oh, how sweet, but I can’t. I already have plans for this weekend. Maybe sometime later?”

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I figured her plans were #94 and hopefully #4 as well.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c96ptf/first_date_after_losing_my_wife_mf