First sex in 30 years with someone other than my ex [FM]

I met my ex when we were 19. We divorced last year, at 49. He was (is?) the love of my life, but this story isn’t about that. It’s about the first time I fucked another man after 30 years of monogamy.

I met him two weeks before my divorce was final. We walked into a bar at the same time. He held open the door for my friend and me, then realized he knew my friend from ages ago, so we all settled in and chatted for hours. He asked for my number, and we made plans for the following weekend. He offered to cook for me, so I bought a couple bottles of red wine and headed to his place.

I didn’t know what to expect. We had been texting all week, flirty and exploring, but I was nervous. I hadn’t been with anyone else for decades. He told me I was pretty, but naked, would he still find me attractive? Would I be comfortable being touched with strange fingers, and not think about my ex? How far was I actually willing to go on this first date?

I was at his place for probably half an hour before he kissed me. Grabbed me in the kitchen and kissed me hard. I have always loved kissing. I can be brought to my knees with a deep, urgent kiss. Goes right down my spine and settles right into my belly, and a hot tingly rush heats up my crotch. You might as well just be holding a vibrator to my clit. Powerful. I breathe deeper and try to hold myself together.

So we kiss. And we move to the couch. And I don’t know what comes over me. Because before I got to his house, I was agonizing over every detail. Now, after one hot kiss, I found myself climbing onto his lap, hands in his hair, and rubbing myself against his cock, kissing him back even harder. I could feel him growing stiff under me, and I felt such a rush to be bringing pleasure to someone new. It got me hotter. His hands were all over me, and I couldn’t get enough. I was hungry. I wasn’t thinking. Just feeling.

He went to undo my jeans…and here’s where a bit of panic set in. I stopped him. I told him I didn’t want to have sex until my divorce was final. Maybe it sounded weird, but in my mind, one book (my marriage) had to close, and then another could open. He was a gentleman and agreed to honor my request .. but he was also a horny guy 11 years my junior, I was grinding on his lap, and so he persisted just a gentle bit. And I was horny, and lonely, and fucking hot for this guy..so I in turn relented a gentle bit, too.

I let him unzip my jeans. I lifted my ass while he pulled them down my legs to my ankles. I pulled one leg free, then the other, kicking them aside. My black cotton Gap panties, slightly damp, were next. I may have gasped a little to be laying there, exposed. I leaned back on the leather sofa and spread my legs for him like I did this all the time. He knelt down and licked me once, quickly but deeply. I could not believe the power of his tongue, how intense it felt, how much more I wanted. He lowered his face into me, licking and sucking my clit. He had a beard, a different sensation for me. A different technique. All the sensations were different, new, exciting. This man’s mouth was buried in my cunt, and I was writhing and moaning and digging my nails into the sofa to hold on to my sanity. Asking for more. He inserted two fingers, pumped them in and out, lifted his face and looked up at me with the most amazing, satisfied smile, and before I could stop myself I laughed .. out of nervousness? Relief? It felt so good to feel so fucking good.

He made me come. I came hard. I wanted so badly to come, I was sick of my toys and the lonely nights and my fantasies – I had the real thing here and I enjoyed every single bit of it. I moaned and panted breathing faster faster and said moremoremore over and over. I didn’t even know how to be embarrassed, or what the hell I was ever even worried about before. He made me feel beautiful, desirable, hot, dirty. I didn’t want it to end.

I said this story would be about the first time I fucked another guy in 30 years. You’re waiting for the actual sex, or for me to at least return the favor and blow him. And we did all that, another day, and maybe I’ll share those stories, too. But this first night was all about me. I was in control. Getting what I wanted, how I wanted it, and getting it goddamn good until I was satiated, warm, wet, fulfilled.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t963if/first_sex_in_30_years_with_someone_other_than_my