Finding myself again

I had never expected I’d be ‘that woman’, after 28 years of marriage I understand, now, those who look outside their marriage to find…that missing piece. I didn’t plan for him, yet here I am.

That day I first met him, he’d only moved next door a few days past. A single father, recently divorced, with two school aged children, similar in age to my 3. He was tidying up the mess of the front garden that the previous owners had left and greeted me with a warm, welcoming smile. It was difficult to miss him, his singlet showed a lean muscled body, well tanned, but it was his eyes that caught my attention. Their unusual shade of silver grey, made me catch my breath, as behind them was a genuine warmth. Unwittingly, he had made me conscious of my aging sportswear I’d gone to the shops in, and the fact that I just threw my hair up into a pony tail, some time later, he’d tell me that it was that comfortability that had excited him.
Tim and I had been married for nearly 30 years and, even though he did travel a lot for work, I didn’t mind the space, our intimacy had become routine though. He was an attentive lover, but predictable. I had bought lingerie, to try and spice things up, but it didn’t seem to make a difference what I was wearing, how much I tried something new, every Saturday fortnight was our night together. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it’d been a long time since I’d orgasmed, or really enjoyed a decent seeing to. I’m so thankful by best friend Rachel got me that vibrator for my birthday lol
Then there was that day, 6 months ago, where life got remarkably more interesting.

That morning I had woken up particularly toey. My dreams the previous evening had been extremely vivid, although some of the details were vague by mid-morning, the feelings they left weren’t. My breasts felt fuller, the bra and shirt I’d put on failed to hide my erect nipples, but with the kids away until the next day, it didn’t bother me. Even though time was catching up, not to mentioning birthing 3 children, my D cup breasts had kept their fullness and after my youngest was born, my nipples seemed to have gotten larger when I’m excited…and more sensitive. I am comfortable with my body, not a slender, fit model, but a little soft and with curves, that, when I wear the right dress, turn heads.
Plodding through the house work, I was distracted, reliving the sensations from the dream. I was looking forward to a long warm bath and some down time that evening, with my vibrator. If Tim was home, I would have jumped his bones, even if it was just to feel a hard cock inside of me, have hands, other than mine grab my breasts, but he wasn’t home…so it was a long bath and my trusty vibrator.

I had been hanging out the washing when I saw him in his upstairs room. He had just gotten out of the shower and was in a towel, normally I’d look away out of respect, but I couldn’t stop staring. A pleasant anxious wave of excitement rocketed through my body, the warmth of my pussy juices soaking through my underwear as I watched him remove his towel. I could only imagine what the rest of him looked like as the window covered what I wanted to really see.
I had to look away for fear he would catch me perving on him, but there was a large part of me that wanted to be caught. He moved out of the room and out of sight, which forced me to get back to the mundane task at hand. I couldn’t help but imagine what he looked like naked, I could almost feel his large hands grabbing my body, teasing me, feel that warm smile turn into a kiss and his lips pressed against mine. I was soaking wet…I couldn’t wait until tonight.

As I hurried through hanging out the washing, I was eager to get inside, get upstairs, get naked for an extended play session. I never really needed porn, as my imagination was always such a potent stimulus, but this time, I needed more.
Rushing inside, I heard the front doorbell ring. I wasn’t expecting a delivery until tomorrow, so it was a bit of a down to earth hit from my raging horniness. When I answered the door, there he stood. A wry smile highlighted his laugh lines and those damn eyes…
“Hey Annabelle, how are you?” His voice was warm and calming, the opposite to how my own felt.
“umm, err, just busy with housework… you know. With Tim and the kids away it’s a good time to get things done” I could hear the quiver in my voice, he probably thought I was a lunatic.
“I was wondering if I could get your opinion on something? I’ve got an awards dinner coming up and I have no idea on the shirt and tie combination…red/green colour blind here” the last was said with an awkward shyness that made me want to hold him. “Normally my daughter, Kate, would help but she and her brother are with their mother this weekend.”
“Sure, yeah, I mean, not a problem….did you want to bring something over or…?”
“If you have time now, shouldn’t be more than a few minutes”

The thought of being in the same room as him whilst he was getting dressed and undressed was almost too much for me to imagine. Part of me already felt guilty for cheating on Tim, even though I hadn’t, yet another part knew this felt right. I need to relax.
“Now works, let me just grab my phone and lock up.” He told me to just come over when I was ready, which I was thankful for. I needed to clam down. My heart and stomach were fluttering like they were full of butterflies, I went in to the bathroom to freshen up and noticed how much my nipples had betrayed me…they were huge and erect. To his credit, his eyes never strayed from staring into mine…I wonder if he noticed, or even noticed me in that way. Really need to not get my expectations up here.
I freshened up and headed over. He met me at the door and casually invited me in, the house was filled with a woodsy, earthy candle scent, but was still a mess from things being in boxes from the move.

He ushered me into a side room off the main lounge area, that if I recall the previous owners used as an office of some sort, he’d turned it into a make shift walk in closet. Lots of pressed collared shirts, pants, jackets and two individual smaller racks that had clothes that must have been the kids.
There was a well worn lounge along the back wall and laid out were three suits, with shirt and tie combos. Huh, guess there’ll be no changing in front of me. I was trying to slow down my breathing as I pictured him in each of the combo’s. After imagining what he’d look like in them, I’d suggested a combination of the shirt from option, 1 and the tie and suit from option 2, to which he smiled and accepted.
I thought he’d just thank me then move me on, but he offered a quick tour of the house. He walked me through it, detailing the plans he had to modernise it. Whilst we were walking through he opened up a little about the difficult divorce he had just come out of, and took a surprisingly genuine interest in my own marriage. None of the questions or discussions felt invasive, just felt comfortable.
We’d ended up back in the kitchen, where to thank me, he offered me a drink – it was after midday after all. He poured a lovely scented red Pino Noir and we sat down and shared a little of each others stories. After the third glass, my unruly body had settled down as did my nerves and I found myself becoming a little too open about my frustrations with Tim. He was an excellent listener and never passed judgement. There was a noise out the back that startled me as I went to sip my drink and red wine went everywhere.
He quickly rushed to find towels to clean it up and handed me a fresh one to wipe down my top, his eyes widened as he watched me clean myself up. I realised, he could see the lace pattern on the half cup bra I had put on this morning….it may have been the drink, my mood or a combination of both, but I made sure that I didn’t obscure his view.

We looked at each other when he shook his head and started to apologise..
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to stare”. His breath had quickened, as did mine.
My voice came over as a little hushed “that’s ok. I don’t mind”
“I have an old shirt you can wear…if you’d like to stay for dinner” He phrased it as a question. My heart leapt. Equal parts guilt, excitement and desire. “only if you want though”
“umm sure…I was just going to have a quiet night in anyway”
He led me to the spare room and pointed to a small closed closet space, and told me to pick out which ever one I wanted, then left the room.
I slid my T-shirt off and realised my bra had also gotten wine on it. Throwing caution to the wind, I took it off and balled it up in the shirt. I stood in the mirror looking at myself, topless. My heart was in my mouth, when I caught the door opening.
“how did you…” he cut off, not realising I was standing there half naked. He went to duck his face away when I turned and faced him, not covering up. He slowly looked up and picked up on the unspoken invitation I was offering for him.
He quietly moved through the door, where I’m sure he asked a question about whether or not if I was sure or not, but I don’t remember responding. As he stepped closer, he took off his shirt and stood over me. He fingers raising my chin to look into him as his lips moved closer to mine. My mouth parted as he pressed his lips to mine. Our tongues gently probing one another, excited to how different this felt from what I knew.
His hands brushed over my shoulders and neck, causing my breath to catch and I felt his muscles become taught as I traced the muscled side of his lean frame. We pushed into each other, my beasts pushing up against his torso, his hands grabbed a handful of hair as he pulled my head back to reveal my neck, only to have his mouth move along the most sensitive of areas..

I felt him quiver as my hands moved down his stomach, my own wetness now soaking through my underwear, I wanted to tear them off. He moved back long my neck and reached my lips again, when I slid my hand under the waist band of his shorts. His boxers were fitted, and the fabric tight around his excitement. My nails traced the length of his hard shaft, he was bigger than Tim and circumcised, his own juices soaking through his boxers. His hands caressed my sides, making me quiver. The hands were strong and confident and he cupped my breast in his hand, moving his mouth to my hard nipple. As his mouth covered it, I reached under his boxers and teased at what I wanted. He was well manicured which sent my pussy into overdrive. His teeth teased over the length of my nipple, sucking on it like he needed it, wanted it. I almost orgasmed then and there, except he pulled away.
The hunger in his eyes was palatable. His slid down my stomach, and in one movement, removed my pants and underwear. Looking up at me from his knees, he smiled. I kicked out my leg and parted them slightly, only to feel his tongue make its way up my inner though. His hands were gripping my arse, slightly parting them from behind, the fresh air on my pussy made me want to scream.
Standing there, his tongue parted my dripping wet pussy lips. Sliding a finger in, he licked around the outer area, making his way in. Prying my pussy with his fingers, I could hear his tongue lapping up the juices from my aching pussy.

I grabbed my tits and pulled my nipples a little as his tongue and fingers found the spot. I sat back down on the couch and he devoured my pussy…he was so good at it. His tongue would tease my clit then move away, his fingers warming me up for his hard cock…
I felt a tension begin to build in my stomach, when he pulled his face away. Stripping off the rest of his clothes, he slid up my body and kissed me deeply and passionately. I could taste my pussy on his mouth, his lips, his tongue…I reached down between us to find his hard cock throbbing. Taking him in my hand, I felt him quiver as my hand slid along it’s rigid shaft. I cupped his clean shaven balls and ran my hand up his wanting cock. I wanted it…I wanted him.

Sliding between his legs I take his cock in my mouth. I start to finger myself as I take him deep into my throat…feeling his moan from deep within as I run my teeth up his smooth cock. Taking his balls in my mouth, I stroke him with one hand, and with the hand that was fingering my pussy, I search his arse..wet from my pussy juice, I slide a finger in and his knees go weak and his cock throbs in my hand. I slide him back into my mouth as I finger is arse, his hands encouraging my head to go quicker…I can feel him building, so I stop.
Standing up I was going to push him on the couch and ride him, but instead with a strength that excited me, he grabbed me, turned me around and bent me over…parting my lips, I watched in the mirror as his huge cock slid into my pussy. I felt it fill me up, he grabbed my hips and began to grind. Watching his lean shape pummel my dripping wet pussy. He reached around and grabbed my bouncing tits as he slid in and out of me. His cock pushing hard up against my throbbing clit. I could fee our juices running down my thighs.
He pulled out and stopped and pushed me to my knees where I devoured his cock. The earthy taste and his scent sent me wild. I could barely hold myself back…I sat him on the lounge and took his cock in my hand where I straddled him. Guiding it into my wet mound, I arch over him, his mouth teasing my nipples as I feel his throbbing cock pulse deep in my cunt.

I begin to ride him, and it’s not long before his hands encourage me to go quicker, I catch a view in the full length mirror of my tits bouncing in front of him and his huge cock pounding my pussy.
We move quicker, faster, devouring each other in pure ecstasy. A huge wave of release begins to move, I can’t hold it back now, my pussy tightens around his cock and I scream and moan as I reach my final release. A gush of orgasm soaks his cock and everything under us, yet he’s hard.
That’s when he slows down and focuses on just sucking my tits. Reading his body, I stay on top of him, he lets go of my hips and wraps his hands around my swollen tits, sucking on them gently, lightly pulling them. He whispers, “don’t stop” and I feel him building up…the more fervently he sucks my tits, the harder his cock becomes and the more it throbs. I feel his breath quicken against my chest and then he releases himself. A huge flood of cum engulfs my pussy, runs down my legs and over his cock…I felt him soften inside me, so I slid him out. Cum and pussy juice dripping everywhere.
I sit down beside him as he traces his hands over my body, I feel fulfilled but not quiet done. That’s when he knelt in front of me, and began licking my pussy again, this time it was filled with our juices…
Starting slow, he licked up his cum and my pussy juice, with each lick, I could feel the tip of his cock start to push against my leg…I guided his face up to mine and kissed him deeply and passionately…stroking his cock, milking every last bit of cum out onto my body…
He started to get hard again…and I was still horny