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?