This is a repost because I apparently fail at tagging. We are working on a part 4.
O hai Reddit. At the behest of my girlfriend I am posting some of my sexy stories from after I got divorced. She is a lurker on this sub and finds it incredibly hot. I am going to keep some of the details intentionally fuzzy in case one of my adult children are on this sub.
(Warning: This is the decidedly unsexy part.)
I met my ex-wife Jill while I was serving in the Military. She was a student at a semi major school and I was stationed at a nearby base. We were in love and after one drunken night of unprotected sex we became pregnant. So we got married, shortly after the pregnancy was confirmed by a doctor. Time progressed and we had a second child about six months after she got her first job as a RN. After I got out of the Service she supported us while I got my own education and was very supportive when I got a job offer from a company several states away. Over the years we had done very well. Time progressed. I was head hunted several times by companies in the city we moved too and Jill became a Nurse Practitioner at a very good family practice in the suburbs. The kids grew into remarkable young adults and both were accepted to very good schools, outside our home state. Therein lay the problem. Once our younger child went off to college it was just the two of us. Two people who had become different than the people we were twenty years before. It was easy to mask these things while the kids were growing up. We were just so focused on them. Like a lot of couples our sex life had suffered after kids and honestly both Jill and I had let ourselves go physically. I know I had gained more than fifty pounds since leaving the Service and Jill was not far behind. Within a few weeks of my youngest leaving, our home life went from hectic and friendly to tense at the best of times and icy at the worst. So about a year after being empty nesters, Jill and I separated. Mostly to remain on good terms because we were still, after all, a family. Actually after the separation things got a lot better. We grew friendly again (for the most part) and we even hooked up on a semi regular basis. Some of those were the hottest sessions Jill and I had ever had. However, those stories are for another time.
(It starts to get better here)
Enter Sara. Sara is 5’4″ with long hair, that if she lets it down, goes almost all the way down to her ass. She is also drop dead gorgeous. The type girl who rolls out of bed in the morning and looks phenomenal. In fact, I knew her for at least two years before I ever saw any makeup on her other than lip gloss. Sara is also tanned and toned. A workout girl if there ever was one. She has a great ass and the only strike against her might be that she was pretty flat chested. Not a problem for me because I have always considered myself an ass man. Out of all of that, still her best quality is her eyes. Clear and blue and with a sparkle that can stop you right in your tracks. To go along with her looks she has a kickass personality. Nothing phases her and she can crack dirty jokes at the bar with the guys even going so far as to check out women with us. One example of laid back Sara happened about two years after we met. A bunch of friends and coworkers were helping her and her husband move. I went into her bedroom to get some boxes for the truck. The boxes weren’t sealed and I called down to ask where the tape was. She called back it was in the drawer next to the bed. I opened what I thought was the right drawer and found myself staring down at a collection of dildos and vibrators. I slammed the drawer shut and felt my face go really hot. Just then she came into the bedroom. I am told the look on my face was priceless. She guffawed and pointed to a loose drawer on the floor next to then bed. There lay the tape gun. “That drawer, you pervert. Don’t let me catch you in the Drawer of Doom again.” She turned on her heel and walked out. Laughing so hard she had to sit down on the steps to control herself.
I met Sara when she joined my company about five years before my marriage ended. When Sara was hired I was a project manager and she was a project coordinator. So we saw a lot of each other. She was five years younger than I, married and with two kids. Not only would I see her at work we also saw each other at the company functions and the regular after work cocktail hours at one of the local bars. Sara and I quickly became friends. We had a lot of the same interests and the same semi twisted sense of humor. Also, she has that rare ability to debate things like politics and religion with someone and not get angry or make it personal. I know what you are thinking, here comes the affair. Well you are wrong. While I admit I was attracted to Sara, I always made it very clear that I was a happily married man.
On to more recent times. My marriage had just ended and I had moved out of the house to a condo close to work. Of course when my coworkers found out I got the standard “Aww, that’s too bad.” etc. etc. The thing that changed what that within a few weeks Sara started flirting with me. Just a touch, nothing too forward. I would laugh it off and make jokes in response, usually in a self-deprecating manner. I thought she was just trying to make me feel better. To tell the truth, it did. However, Sara was still a married woman and I was not about to pursue her. The potential office scandal alone would not be worth it. So I started dating, a lot. I dated and slept with a fair number of women. I also worked on myself, a lot. I had started eating clean and going to the gym regularly (maybe too much) when Jill and I started having problems and a year into it I looked damn good (apologies for being conceited). So good that I could fit into my old dress uniform from my military days. Suffice to say I was in a really good place mentally. I had a fair number of women hitting me up on an online dating site (a good job and being in shape with do that when you are over 40) and had even had a few encounters with ladies much younger than me. So here is where I should describe myself. I am 5’11” and about 180lbs with a now well-defined body, broad shoulders and a dark complexion from my Mediterranean heritage. I shave my head and have a well-kept beard.
Late one Friday night, I am laying on the couch in my condo after dinner and the gym watching TV and my phone chirps. I pick it up and with some surprise I see that the text is from Sara. She had been out if town working on the final phase of a large project for our company. It was a really big opportunity for her and if it went well she would probably be the next project manager. It wasn’t unusual for us to talk, but the last few months, other than the occasional business call or Instagram comment, we hadn’t spoken much. This lay mostly on me. I was living my newly single life and in my mind my married coworker wasn’t really a part of that.
The conversation goes like this.
Sara: Hey, you busy?
Me: Nope, just laying here watching TV.
S: So I know this is kinda out of the blue but can you come pick me up? I am a few blocks from your place and I am out of gas.
Me: Sure, everything okay?
S: Yeah just being a ditz…
Me: Haha, just like every other day. OMW.
S: Thanks so much! I am at the Taco Bell parking lot on Seventh
So I head out the door and head to where she is at. I pull my SUV behind her car and she gets out wearing white capris and a coral top which proudly show off two new developments in her life. Sara had had her boobs done. Now before I would have called Sara a nine. Especially when you figure in her kickass personality. Now she was a dime. She had not gone porno big, but big enough that they filled out her slender frame. Honestly, I was dumbfounded and I felt the little horn dog in the back or my mind wake up and poke me in the naughty bits. It didn’t help things when I we walked toward each other and I caught the scent of her perfume. Beautiful by Estee Lauder. It’s my absolute favorite. We chat a bit and I find out when she got back into town, yadda, yadda, yadda, then she asks “Where is the gas can?” It’s a quick laugh because it didn’t occur to me to bring one and even if it did. I don’t have a gas can. I left all those type things at the old house. We decide to head to the local hardware store and buy one but to our chagrin its closed. So instead I offer to drive her home and then come pick her up after my workout in the morning. Immediately her face takes on a sour look. “Ew, no. How about a drink instead?”
“Ladies choice.” I respond. She mentions a gastro pub around the corner. “So everything okay at home?” I ask.
“Oh yeah. My sister’s Dog just barks at everything and I don’t want to wake anyone and the kids are with Dave”
“With Dave?” I ask, completely lost.
“Oh! You don’t know! Dave and I split up!”
“What!?! When and how did I not hear this?”
“Just before I went to on project.” She says this almost offhandedly.
“No shit? Sara that sucks. I am so sorry. What happened?”
By now we had made it to the bar and ordered a couple of craft beers (yeah she drinks craft beer, pretty awesome, right?). She proceeded to tell me that one day she woke up and realized that she was married to a guy that she really didn’t care for and who she was more a mother than a partner. They had tried counseling and she had gutted it out for the kids for a year or so, but he was unwilling to do the work. So she had told him that she wanted a divorce a week before she went on project and packed up the kids and a nanny and headed off for six months. Meanwhile they had sold the house and she was living with her sister while she went looking for a place. I really wasn’t surprised. I had only met Dave a few times and I always came away with one word… Douche. One beer became three for me and two for her as she summed up the last sixth months she rounded it back on me.
“You’ve been busy while I was away.” She lifted her eyebrow in in a challenging way.
“What do you mean?”
“Stacy said you left with that waitress from our bar last month.”
“Which one?” I asked, trying to put and innocent look on my face.
“You know who.” She had me cornered now. “The one with the giant cum-on-me tits that you have been flirting with since before I left.” We both laughed at that line from Gone Girl. Like I said before. Kickass personality and twisted sense of humor.
“A gentleman never tells.” I reply, indignantly. Going so far as to put my nose in the air. I had taken the girl home and we had fucked like rabbits, but I wasn’t going to tell. I am actually quite the gentleman.
“Well just be careful. I know you’re a man about town these days but don’t pick up anything permanent or start over with the kid thing. I have to pee. Order us another round.”
“Don’t worry about me, girl. This gun shoots blanks.” As she got up shaking her head. I watched her walk to the restroom. Watching that ass I had watched countless times before. Walk through the bar. This time was different. This time when Big Jim and the Twins started to stir below the belt I didn’t do anything to put them off. I realized then that I wanted to fuck Sara. In the worst way. Actually I wanted to do more than just fuck her I wanted this woman completely. I signal the waitress for two more and order two shots of Patron as well. She comes back from the bathroom and smiles. “Why Mr. Robinson. Are you trying to seduce me?” Like I said fucking cool personality.
I laugh and shake my head. “A toast to Single Sara and her new giant cum-on-me tits.” She laughs outrageously downs he shot and cups her tits.
“Well what do you think?”
“I think they look fucking phenomenal. Perfect on you. When did you have them done?”
“I had the consult before I left and the surgery two days after I got home. I always wanted them but Dave thought it was a waste of money. Well it’s my money now and to hell with him.” She raised her beer to mine and we clinked and drank.
(Now the sexy times)
We closed the place talking and laughing and when last call came around we were very tipsy. As much as we had flirted through the night I was still unsure of where I stood with Sara. We smartly decided neither of us were in any shape to drive and so we dropped an Uber pin. While we waited I decided to just drop all the bullshit and ask. “Sara what’s the deal, are we going to kiss or what. I feel it and I am pretty damn sure you do too.”
We were standing really close to each other and she looks at me for a second and gets this funny look on her face. My heart dropped more than a bit at this. At the same time my thoughts raced, I just fucked this up. Before I could really get going she smiles with that heart stopping smile and says. “What the fuck took you so long.”
We melted together. I put one hand on the small of her back and the other gently on the side of her face. That first kiss was like fireworks. Our tongues finding each other while she pressed her body into mine. Damn she was a good kisser. He hand were locked on the back of my neck, lightly grazing her nails on the back of my head. I broke the kiss and trailed smaller kisses from her jaw down to her neck down almost to her collarbone and then back up to her ear. Her breath was coming fast and she was letting out these little gasps. When my mouth got to her ear I whispered. “I don’t think you are going to make it back to your sister’s tonight.” Which that she moaned and wrapped one of her legs around me, grinding her pussy into my thigh. I could feel the heat down there and just started to work my hand from inside the back of her pants to the front when headlights illuminated us.
As we got into the back seat of the Uber. Sara crawled forward and poked her head into the front seat. “If you make it snappy there is a big tip in it for you. This guy really wants to see my new tits.”
We were back at my place in in what seemed like an eternity. During the short ride we made out like teenagers. She is rubbing my fully, painfully erect cock, through my shorts and I have finally successfully made my way down her pants. Rubbing her pussy through her panties. We are both moaning and gasping as we kiss like we are going to forget how tomorrow. In retrospect this was probably not a good idea as I am sure the Uber driver was watching us more than the road.
We get back to my condo and as we get out Sara asks me if I have any cash. Neither of us do. So she apologizes to the driver he is cool about it. So Sara waits until I head up the walk to open the door and then flashes her tits at the driver. Lucky bastard.
We break our way through the door and it is fucking on. Clothes start flying off until we fall onto my couch, me tenting it in my boxers and her in her silky white boy shorts and extremely thin coral bra. She is straddling me, grinding her pussy against my cock like there is no tomorrow. Already her legs are beginning to quiver. Reluctantly she sits up and flicks on my light. “Tim, you have to be gentle. I am still really sore from these.” She cups her breasts. “But I want you to see them. I fucking love the way I look now and I want you to see.” With that she undoes the clasp at the front and those perfect tits are free.
I reach up and cup one and then the other lightly rubbing my thumbs across her pink nipples. I take my mouth to one and gently suck on the nipple all while rolling and playing with the other with my hand. She arches her back and resumes her grinding on my dick. Moaning “Oh fuck yes, play with them.”
Her riding becomes more intense. He pussy is so wet it has soaked through he panties and I can feel the fabric wet fabric of my underwear rubbing on my dick. She lifts my head from her breasts. “Are you close?” I shake my head. “I am. I want to cum with you inside me. Can I fuck you baby, please?” I don’t answer. I just slide my hands down to her hips and start tugging her panties down. She stands lets me take them down. One hand on the top of my head and the other playing with her clit. I sit back on the couch and she pulls my boxers down to my thighs and my cock finally breaks free. She is a woman on a mission. She straddles me again and sinks that sopping wet cunt down on my cock. There is nothing tender about this. This is primal. She wants to cum and she is not shy about it. She is cursing and grinding. Telling me how good my cock feels telling me that she has been dreaming of this forever. This girl knows how to fuck and I am loving it. I talk back to her telling her how fucking sexy she is and how fucking amazing and wet her pussy is. Then comes the phrase that changed everything.
“Be a good girl and come for me. Fucking come for me right on my cock. Fucking come.” With that I felt her pussy contract and the hot rush of her come.She collapses into me sweaty and breathing heavy.
After a few moments she composes herself. “Oh fuck, Tim. That was amazing. Your fucking dick was amazing.”
I laugh. “Baby you did all the work, I just enjoyed the show.”
Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ddoet/tim_sara_part_2_mf_sara_shows_her_submissive_side/
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