I am a M48, divorced, and have had a few adventures of my own. In the fall of 2014, I invited a woman with whom I’d attended elementary school out for a beer. I had just had a shitty breakup, so wanted friendship with her more than anything – she was definitely sexy, cute, smart, and funny, and tbh I didn’t want to risk damaging our friendship by making it about sex. We shared stories about online dating, and she had said numerous times that she’s really just looking to scratch an itch, but doesn’t want to end up having to chew off her arm to get out later on. After about a month and a half or so of coffees, movies, beers, etc. I offered to let take me for a no strings attached test drive. A week later, we parked beside a beach, made out for a long time, and she gave me an amazing hand job. I’d been trying to get into her pants all night, respectfully, but she wouldn’t budge – however, about a week later, we were fucking, and continued to do so frequently. Eventually, in summer 2015, she moved in, and we were having sex at least once a day, every day, without fail for about a year, when we cranked it up to twice a day for a good eight or nine months through 2016. We are still living together, and with work stresses, my kids stresses, aging parents stresses, etc we have tapered off to several times per week on most weeks, but we are both still very happy, in love, and incredibly turned on by each other.