Yeah, it’s been a rollercoaster. My wife and I split up in early ‘20, it had been coming for a while and we both knew it wouldn’t survive lockdown. I started hanging out with my friend from the gym, a gorgeous, whip-smart (engineering degree!) tattoo-covered stripper with an absolutely obscene body—skinny waist, round ass, huge DDD tits. That’s when I learned her casualwear was ridiculously slutty, just this side of nude.
My dick was hard non-stop hanging out with her and she thought I was cute so pretty soon we went from watching movies to fucking. We filled a lot of Covid time with my cock balls deep inside her. After decades of married, vanilla intercourse I had my own personal porn star. I discovered the joys of rough, noisy sex, anal penetration, tittyfucking, and getting throated so deep my balls were slapping her chin.
After a few months she moved in and when we installed a stripper pole in the living room (visible through the window) and she started sunbathing nude on the (shared) roof of my condo we became the main gossip item in my neighborhood. Guys looked at me in awe, their wives with daggers in their eyes. We were having such a non-stop blast that at the beginning of 2021 we decided to get married. Held the wedding in the roof—a middle aged Joe with a beer gut and a pierced, inked, big-titted sex fantasy.