All of my friends had gotten divorced. That was the reason I didn’t want to get married. I believed the simple act of marriage was a relationship destroyer. Everything just got worse from there. Kids. Bigger Houses. More work to afford the life my wife wanted. I didn’t want kids, either, but I loved Mary and so I decided to go along with it.
We got married nine years ago and it came with some pretty strict rules: We would live in the city. Our kid would go to public school until it was time for high school, and then we’d have to bite the bullet and send her to private school. We would have two cars. Our “fun” car—a Mustang convertible—and our family car—a Hyundai Santa Fe. We would live below our means. This would ensure that our marriage would last. Everyone else rushed out to the burbs, got a big house, a big minivan, and their misery levels skyrocketed.
Doing things my way would ensure these things wouldn’t happen to us.
Ah, well, easier to dream, I guess. When our kid was three, we found our 750 square foot two bedroom, 1 bathroom apartment to be just too tight. Of course, I had dreamt of a simpler lifestyle—less toys, less shoes, less stuff. But when you add a kid to the equation, the small apartment just wasn’t enough, even for the practical stuff. The stroller. The diaper bags. The toys. It was too much and so, against my better judgement, we moved.
We moved to a 2000 square foot house. We spent a fortune furnishing every room, even though we only used half of them. We got a dog—another thing I objected to. Sure, I love dogs, but they just add to the stress and responsibilities. Neither of us had the time to walk the dog in the afternoon, so we had to hire a dog walker. Another expense.
Anyway, you know how this story goes. We filed for a divorce when our kid was nine years old. It had just gotten to be too much. Too much stress. Too much anxiety. Too many fights—most about money. Our divorce was amicable, which was amazing, because I’ve seen some guys get SCREWED. Not us—we just parted ways.
I left the house to Mary. I didn’t want it. I wanted a small, manageable apartment in the city and that’s exactly what I got. We agreed that I’d take the kid on the weekends, but I was strategic in house hunting and my apartment building didn’t allow dogs.
My next door neighbor, Emma, was a thick college woman. She was cute, had a little cellulite, always bubbly and laughing. She had thick brown hair to go along with her thick thighs. She was—wow. In talking, I found out that she was in her early 20s and her decision to go back to college was recent. She skipped it after high school to travel the world.
But what she was was something I’d always wanted. A free spirit. She was easy going, fun, approachable. We always had fun chats in the elevator. One night, I was coming home from the grocery store with a six pack of beer.
Emma said she’d love to join me for one later that evening. I said, “How about now?”
She shrugged and said she was free, so, “Sure! Why not!”
We went into my apartment, sat down on my sofa and cheered to the end of our day.
She asked what my story was and I told her everything. She said she admired my decision to leave. Marriage isn’t for everyone and some folks just force themselves to stay in something that makes them unhappy.
“Did you guys at least have a good sex life?”
I shrugged. “It was okay.”
“Just okay? When was the last time she sucked your cock?”
“Oh,” I said with a slight blush. “I don’t … I don’t even know? July?”
Emma’s eyes fell out of her head.
“Dude, that was like … seven months ago!”
I nodded.
“Did you go down on her or was she withholding as a form of punishment?”
“Oh,” I said taking a sip of my beer. “I went down on her at least once a week.”
“Ah,” she said. “Seems unfair … Was she kinky at least? Or was it all—“
“It was all missionary all the time. If I was lucky, I’d fuck her doggy style once a month or so. But she’d always caution me not to stick my finger up her ass.”
Emma burst out laughing.
“Wow, what a prude! Sorry, I don’t mean to be mean, but a finger up the ass is the best part of doggy!”
I found myself laughing. Blushing. I also found myself getting hard and decided to rub my cock through my jeans. Emma was moving this conversation into a sexual place for a reason. She watched my hand glide over my crotch and she licked her lips.
“Can I suck your dick?” Emma asked.
I leaned in and kissed her and before we knew it, we were naked. Her body was even more amazing than I could have pictured. She was thick, had large breasts and amazing thighs. Her pussy was entirely bald, which wasn’t my favorite look, but somehow, she pulled it off. Probably because of her tan lines.
“Have you ever had a prostate massage?” She asked.
I laughed. “Uh …”
“Would you like one? Do you like assplay?”
“I mean, I’ve always been curious. I remember once, before Mary and I got married, she gave me a blowjob and slipped a finger in my ass. I loved it, but she never did it again.”
“Do you have a bath robe?”
I nodded and handed her one from the closet. She put it on and walked to my front door.
“I’ll be right back!”
A moment later, Emma returned with a giant bottle of lube and a small strap on dildo. My eyes grew wide.
“Don’t worry. We don’t have to do anything.”
She pushed me onto the bed and squirted a bit of lube onto my cock and ran it down in between my thighs. My breathing increased.
Before I knew it, my cock was in the back of her throat and her finger was inside of my asshole. She made eye contact with me with her sweet brown eyes that said, “Is this okay?”
I nodded.
Soon, a second finger was inside of my asshole and I was even deeper down her throat. Her eyes teared up and her mascara ran down her cheeks as she pushed and pressed and fingered. The deeper her fingers got, the more urgently I felt like I was going to cum.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to cum,” I said with a laugh.
“That’s the plan,” Emma said. “Just enjoy it.”
Soon, she was deep throating at a record pace, sucking harder and faster, drooling everywhere. She didn’t even need the lube at this point. I was soaked. I looked down and saw that she had removed the dildo from the strap on and was masturbating with it. She moaned, which caused a buzzing effect around my cock.
Soon, Emma brought herself to orgasm. It was a huge one and she had to take my cock from her mouth for a second to catch her breath. She was an ambitious cock sucker and I was all the way back down her throat within seconds.
And then she gagged. She opened her mouth and let out a stream of saliva. It was thick and ran right down my thigh.
She pulled the dildo from her pussy. It was soaking wet. She put it in my mouth.
“Do you like the way my cunt tastes?”
I nodded.
She pulled her fingers from my asshole and pushed the dildo inside. I groaned and gripped the sheets.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’ll go slow.”
The pressure was amazing. It felt like nothing I’d ever experienced.
Soon, the strap on was connected back to the dildo and she stood over me.
“I’m going to fuck your ass,” she said. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. My cock glistened from the saliva.
“Do it,” I said.
She pushed herself inside of me and pulled out slowly.
“You can go faster,” I said, and so she picked up the pace, fucking me faster and faster. I gripped the sheets with my left hand and my cock with my right.
“Jerk off until you cum,” she said. “But tell me when you’re going to cum. I want to taste it.”
I nodded and started jerking off while she fucked my ass faster with her strap on dildo. She spat on my face and slapped me. I nodded, encouraging her to do it again. She spat a second time in my mouth and wrapped her hand around my throat, choking me carefully. I writhed.
“I’m gonna cum,” I announced.
She pulled the dildo from my ass and shoved three of her fingers inside of me while she took my cock down her throat and sucked until I shot a load into her mouth. I kept cumming, filling her mouth with a huge, thick load.
Finally, I stopped. She pulled her fingers from my ass and opened her mouth to show me the huge load I had released. Then, she closed her mouth and swallowed.
“How was it?” She asked.
“Amazing,” I said. “Amazing.”
“Well, welcome to the building.
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