I was 41, and separated from my wife. I was behaving (mostly), and working on trying to save our marriage. I had my own place, and we had a pretty good arrangement. Things were looking up, to be honest; and, we had talked about getting back together.
One evening, while I was sitting in my living room, the bell rang. I went to the door, and was greeted by a former colleague who lived nearby.
“Are you divorced yet?”
“No.”
“Well, I brought you a bottle of wine. Invite me in for a glass?”
“Sure?”
Amanda was 50, blonde, petite, and in excellent shape. She had small breasts, a flat stomach, and awesome legs. What could go wrong?
She sat down in the living room while I opened the wine, and poured two glasses.
“You know,” she said, “we’ve never been available to each other. We still aren’t.”
Okay, that makes this all a lot easier.
We start talking, and we have another glass of wine.
And another.
The bottle she brought is empty, and she says she should get going.
I walk her to the door.
“Are you okay to drive?”
“Maybe a cup of coffee before I go?”
So, I make a pot, and as I turn, she’s puts her arms around me and kisses me. Urgently, passionately. She tastes of wine and smells of Dove soap. She kisses me again.
Uh oh.
I’m getting hard, and she can’t help but notice.
“Should we go somewhere other than the kitchen?”
We go to the living room. I sit and pull her onto me. We kiss, and our hands are all over each other. I take off her polo shirt and sports bra. In short order, I am sucking and nibbling on her perky breasts.
She leans in, and whispers, “Just so you know, I’m having my period so you can’t fuck me.”
And just like that, she’s up and undoing my shorts. Unzipped and unbuttoned, she gets on her knees between my legs and takes my cock in her hand. “Use my mouth,” she says.
I slap her face with my cock, then grab her hair and push my head between her lips. I feed her my length and she chokes on me. Then, gripping her head with both hands, I start moving my hips, thrusting into her petite mouth. She’s moaning, gagging, and crying.
“Fuck!”
If I feel it, I know she feels it.
I explode, pumping my cum into her tiny mouth. She looks at me, and I see that her face is covered with cum and saliva. Without another word, she straddles me, leans in, and kisses me. Her mouth is full of my cum, and she fed me with her tongue. I couldn’t help but savor (and swallow) what she shared.
I kissed her again. Her cheeks, her lips, cleaning me from her face and sharing back what I gave her. She scooped the rest of the cum off of my cock and spread it on her nipples, then dragged them across my lips.
We kissed, and talked, and then had coffee. After about an hour, we got dressed and I walked her to the door. We kissed good night, and she turned to go, saying over her shoulder,
“If you get that divorce, we can do this again.”
I didn’t, and we didn’t.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yp7wjr/my_first_time