After a 25+ year marriage that ended last year, I joined Reddit to broaden my horizons and interact with other adults – hopefully females, as the last five years of my marriage were very short on intimacy or sex. In addition, my career involves a significant amount of technical writing, so I joined to read and write some erotic stories (I also enjoy writing mystery, but don’t plan on sharing that here).
Some of the stories I plan to post are true, some are pure fantasy, but I won’t be identifying which is which.
A few years back a young family moved in to our neighborhood and we got to know them really well. They had been married about a year and had an infant boy and another on the way. Unfortunately, not long after they moved in, Todd’s drinking and emotional abuse got unbearable, Erika came to a difficult decision that they were incompatible, and they divorced. Erika and the kids now live in the house, and Todd moved out.
Now that Erika is on her own with two kids and a demanding job, she will often text me to ask how to do something or come fix a dripping faucet. I don’t mind at all because it gives me a chance to visit, and Erika is a cute young 30-something (I am 50). Because of her job and that fact that Todd was emotionally unavailable for most of their marriage, Erika likes to share some of her parenting and emotional burdens, and since I’m a good listener, it’s a good match.
Earlier this year after an especially hard week I invited Erika and the kids over to roast marshmallows at my patio fire pit. The adults had a couple glasses of wine, helped the kids roast ‘mallows, and laughed and unwinded from the week. As the kids got a little tired and cranky, Erika asked if I’d like to come over to continue chatting after she put them to bed, to which I gladly agreed.
A short time after I arrived, Erika finished getting the kids to bed and came down to join me, sitting right next to me on an oversized love seat with two glasses of wine. We continued to chat and drink wine, and at one point she kissed me on the cheek and put her arm around my shoulder. I looked at her as if to say “Why?” She just grinned, and without me saying a word, replied “Just because.” Then, she rested her head on my shoulder.
As we were talking, I said something that made her lift her head off my shoulder and look at me. When I turned to look at her, our gaze met and I realized she was looking at me with a different kind of affection in her eyes. We then drew closer, and shared an affectionate, lingering kiss.
After this I drew back and asked her if this was really what she wanted, now. She replied that it felt right – we were both single, probably lonely, enjoyed each other’s company, and had been friends for several years. She then added that some of my glances in the past were not as sneaky as I had thought, so I had better not act like I didn’t want this. Then, she repositioned herself so she was facing me a bit better, and leaned over for another kiss.
Slowly, but with intensity, the passion increased, and Erika got up to turn off the light beside us and sit on my lap. We continued to kiss, with our tongues entertwined and hands exploring. Soon, but slowly as if to gain consent, I pulled Erika’s t-shirt over her head (no bra, and her smallish, very perky tits did not need the support), and she helped me get my shirt off.
Then, she stood up and shimmied off her sweat pants and tiny little thong underwear, and pulled me up to help remove my jeans and boxers. And then after pushing me back down to where I had been, she straddled me again, lined me up with her very wet womanhood, and slowly settled all the way down.
At this point, I had been celibate for well over a year, and based on conversations and knowledge of Erika’s situation, it had been a long time for her too. The feeling was overwhelming and kind of hard to believe. We both needed this, and there was almost a feeling of release. She was very aware of the situation, and whispered in my ear that I didn’t need to complete the marathon, and that it was ok to come inside her.
So I did. A lot. And it sent a shiver through my body.
I knew that the fire was still raging with Erika, so after a brief recovery period, she was quick to notice my erection had returned, and we continued. What followed was an hour of passionate sex, with kissing, nibbling, grabbing, and eventually climax for both of us.
Feel free to shoot me a comment or PM. And I’ll share more stories as time allows.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/d5ome4/divorced_young_neighbor_mf