The beginning
She had hit on my AM profile right away. I replied that I had been re-reading her profile, and waited, wanting to reply. She wrote right back. She was looking for an older man, interviewed some, but no one solid yet.
We were both looking for something we wanted, needed, but not getting in our mate.
We exchanged a bunch of emails that first week. She was attached, married. I was separated. In her second email, she told me she was a lesbian, married to her “Mrs” as she referred to her wife. Did I have a problem with that? She’d wait to see if I replied before she would go further.
No, not at all. No problem. To some men, it might be a real turn-on. Fuck a lesbian? Here I am, an older, well-experienced man, that a lesbian wants a hot, torrid affair with? Yeah, man. But you know, I really didn’t look at it that way. Yes, I was intrigued, the why’s, what does she want, what will she want to do? I wanted erotic, sensuous, hot sex. She told me when her wife turned 40, the “Mrs” lost interest in sex, and that now, she was horny all the time. She was the dominant one in her relationship but didn’t want to continue that way, and her Mrs, some 5 years older than her at 43, didn’t want sex anymore. She was 37 when we met, I was 58.
She used to slip off her wedding ring before she fucked or sucked me.
I sent her a list of questions, what she’d like, what I like. She answered them all very well, positively, no shirking. She didn’t want to use condoms; she was not fertile. It was OK if I wanted condoms, but she didn’t. Great. Hated them. Loved the bare-feeling of my cock in her pussy and ass too much anyway. In her second email, she told me too, she wanted to be ‘anally penetrated’. Well, that got my attention. I love to teach, show women good, anal sex. Turns out it took a long time before it actually happened, but as she said, she had a ‘tight ass’. She liked it played with, no question, licking her ass hole, fingering it, probing her ass. I had asked her about rimming, and she replied, ‘Absolutely’, so, she was into it. She was always, always, very clean, fresh, pussy and ass.
She wasn’t a lipstick lesbian by any means, very plain, very short, black, stiff hair, 160, 5′-4, 34B. If I had to describe her further, I would say that she reminds me a lot of k.d. lang.
She is a nurse, working for a major hospital here. She worked shift hours, and at times, this was very good, as she could break away at different times during the day to come see me. We had a few memorable ‘nooners’ this way, usually lasting a few hours. At the beginning, she’d come by after her late shift a few times, but that really didn’t work out.
She wanted a strictly ‘FWB-NSA’ situation, with not much other interaction. As it turns out. I was OK with this, and I certainly was not interested in anything involved, nor was I interested in falling in love. I wanted to fuck and lick. I wanted this old feeling back. I wanted to please a woman, and have her give me pleasure, like no one else has. She did this, we did it together, we did it all.
I loved her pussy! She had a big clit, and it stuck out. She had somewhat short, black, tight pussy hair. I would have liked if she would have been shaved, but she was not into that.
Turns out, she loved to have her pussy and clit licked, tongue-fucked, and also then, to have her g-spot massaged and felt. This was a lot of our sex for the next 2 years. When I wanted her to cum, and cum hard, I simply dropped my face down between her legs, spread her pussy lips, and licked in, all over.
She’d moan nicely, spread her legs more for me. She made one set of comments about that at one point, saying what I do, she automatically wants to lie back and spread her legs for me. She did talk sexy and kinky with me some, but not enough. She rarely came, well maybe twice, while I was fucking her, once we came together.
Her big clit stuck out well when I sucked on it. I loved it, loved to finger and lick her.
She’d shudder and writhe in bed when I did this, build up her orgasms. She’d fist the sheets, hold on. Over the months, she got into a very comfortable position with me. I’d usually be between her legs, scrunched down, but more having my knees up and bent. She’d get so that she’d rest her ankles against my thighs, and use that for leverage. She’d push back against me this way. I could always tell when she was settling in for a good cum when she did this. Yeah, it took some time 15-20 minutes at a time, but, wow, could she cum. I’d lick her some, and she’d wiggle her ass and hips, and then I’d introduce one, then two fingers, in her pussy, hot, wet, dripping at times. One time, on the couch, I had her up on her knees, and I was licking her pussy, fingering her, two, maybe three fingers in her from the rear, and her juices were literally dripping down my arm. Loved that always.
But lying between her legs was the best. Sometimes, I’d reach under her legs, push them back so she’d stick her ass and pussy out more. Times, she’d grab her legs, hold them, spread, as I licked her clit and pussy. It was easy then to slip down, to her perineum, then too, right into her asshole. I know she liked this, and yeah, there were a few times she gasped when I licked her, tongued her ass. Loved to lick around her rosebud, then push my tongue in, hard, deep as I could.
A few times she did open her ass, and I tongued in more, deeper. I loved doing this, and did it as much as I could with her. This would then usually work her up well, and my fingers were wet enough, that I could pretty easily insert my finger in her ass. When she really opened up, my middle finger would be all the way in her ass, with my palm on her butt. A few times I got two into the 3rd knuckle.
But fingers in her pussy were great, the best.
Licking her clit, then up to 3 fingers in her pussy, palm up, fingers pressed in hard on her g-spot. Very hard, curled around, pushing in, then too, back and forth. One time, right at the end, I was doing this so hard, she was so wet, she’d make a puddle in the middle of my hand.
She did like to get fucked also. She was very responsive with me. Some of the best, was simply working her up, hot and wet, fingering her, then easily rubbing the head of my cock in her pussy. Usually this elicited a small moan, and she’d flare open, and I’d ease in. There was maybe once when she wasn’t the best wet, or ready, when I pushed in. That feeling of first pussy on the cock, her warmth, wet, tight, mmmmm, always a turn-on. There were times too, when I liked to roll on my back, grab her, bring her to me, roll her on top of me. I know I said a few times for her to grind on me, rub her pussy on my cock. She did this a few times too by herself, as she liked to tease almost as much as I did. She’d slide back and forth, wetting me, rubbing my cock, and then arch her hips some to slide down on me, as my cock fully entered her pussy. Doggie-style was the best, for us both. Loved her on her knees, fucking away. I had built my bed with this in mind. I built it so it was off the ground more. I used tox love to have her on her back, after a hot round of me licking her, then grab her legs, pull her to the corner of the bed, where I was standing. I’d position her ass right at the corner, then push her legs back, and fuck her hard and deep, using my legs to leverage in her. I loved to fuck her like this, very hot, very sexy, and she’d always then say, ‘Fuck me, yes, fuck me hard, deep’ I loved it when she’d call out like that.
We only really talked and communicated thru email. Oh, and yes, in bed.Yes, I got her phone number, she mine, but she told me right away, she didn’t like to talk on the phone. Oh, we’d text some, not a lot. Again, she didn’t seem to like that. She had a ‘pay-as-you-go’ phone, TrackFone or something. OK, no big deal. As she was working odd shifts, she’d usually send me her schedule, out weeks. I’d suggest times when she could come by, but again, this was on her schedule. A bit odd and frustrating at times, when *I* wanted to fuck or lick her. At the least, I could leave her v-mails, again, usually late at night, so she’d get the message as she drove home after 11 from the late shift. Sometimes I’d try to be funny, sexy, erotic, tell her how much I had enjoyed her that day, or previous day. She’d always comment on them, tell me she liked to hear them, told me she liked my voice. She never once returned the favor. Don’t know why.
In the height of it all, we were emailing a lot, daily, multiple times during the day.
We only got together at my place, on her terms, when she wanted to, which was usually once a week, and usually for about 2-5 hours. I loved to spend the time with her, more so than with anyone else.
Yes, she makes me cum 3-4 times also. She is very through.
Some of the best memories I have of that were early on Saturday mornings, 9-10, in winter, when the sun would blaze in through the 3 windows I had. We’d get so warm, I needed to open the windows in the winter. The sun would cascade on us in bed, so warm, sexy then too, under the covers.
We only got together for sex, rarely anything else. A few times we’d meet at the local pub, share a glass of wine, or a few times, lunch.
I always provided a clean, quiet place for us, clean sheets, usually the night before, clean towels, always clean bathroom.
Oh yes, we always showered together, always. I really understood about keeping it discreet, and she wanted to be as clean as possible to go home. Wash off any residuals, stray hairs. I lost a lot of chest hair on her! The shower was a place to play also. She brought her own brand of soap, loved to soap my cock, reach around me from behind, and jack me off, while fingering my ass. I loved the feeling. I’d play with her pussy and ass too, but I tried not to get soap everywhere. We did like washing each other, and the last time we were together, she wiggled her finger in my ass, with promises of more things to come that way, I had expected. That sorta surprised me, as that day was filled with a lot of sex. I had thought we were on the right track again, getting frisky, hot, erotic with each other.
She had broken it off, right after the holidays. She wanted to regain her ‘integrity’ as she put it, by recommitting to her wife. I understand this, and can respect it. I know she was stressed at this time also. She was/is going through a big set of changes in her life, wanting more from her career, wanting to change paths, and wanting way more from her personal life, and not getting anything. She did give me one big send-off, after she emailed me then, wanting ‘one last time’ together. She came over about 10 that morning, and stayed late in the evening. We fucked and sucked for hours, showered, talked, fucked some more. She deleted her email account after that.
So, OK, nothing, no contact then for like 6 months.
I get a text-message first of June last year, ‘miss how you make me cum’ was all she said. We texted a bit that night, flirted. She said she was tired of being a ‘good girl’. She sent me a new email address. I was curious as to why she was contacting me. She told me at the beginning of the year, that she wanted to regain her integrity with her wife, and she wanted to end our relationship. I couldn’t really argue with that, disappointed, yes.
I told her then in January, I’d never find another woman like her. She looked puzzled, and it’s simply true. I’m over 60 now. Perhaps that’s part of the reason I would have liked to have continued longer, again for the 3 mos. here this summer. I’ve been patient, I know she appreciated that.
She clearly didn’t want to talk at all, to the point of breaking things off again here. We sent some emails back and forth, where we clearly stated all we (I too) wanted was to have hot sex this summer.
She told me of her plans to leave town after our first GTG. I never did talk to her about much else, as we only got together 3 times before the end of June. We did talk a bit about both needing to get what we wanted. I guess right now that is all she wanted. All I wanted was a hot summer, as things would be changing for me also.
I think it affected her more, when she couldn’t get what she wanted from her wife, only to find it with me.
She was sexually fantastic, yes.
After that first time, I had really thought this summer was going to be a hot one with her. It didn’t happen. I was very disappointed, as I had planned to really be aggressive with her, fuck her hard, fuck her ass more, and leave her drained every time. I know it was gonna be the last time I’d see her, probably ever.
We got together in late June, a hot day, outside and inside. After that, I never heard from her again, as she deleted her email account, yet again. I v-mailed her one last time later that week. She never replied, and I never heard anything else.
Many times, we’d be lying together after a hot session, panting, sweating, holding each other. She said once, “Where’d you learn to fuck like that?” I just smiled, kissed her passionately, and worked her up more.
For nearly two years, we had the best sex of our lives, and yes, I miss it.