It’s been 4 years since I had sex, 4 incredibly endless and boring years, the last man I had sex with was my husband, well, ex-husband now. We had sex for the last time as a “goodbye” thing, but mainly trying to figure out if there was any spark left between us, and I have to say, that was the lamest sex I ever had, considering it was already lame in our married years.
4 years have gone by since that, and nothing has happened in my sex life. My pussy is starving for a cock, and I’m craving for a real man who can make up for the years I’ve spent dry. I’ve been reading erotica and every sex scene that I read is so exciting, so hot that I end up finger-fucking my pussy until I have an orgasm, and then, I start feeling so lonely. I want sex, I want so much more than just sex, I’m craving for it and I dream about the day I finally get a man between my legs and take me to the pleasure realm in a single thrust.
This idea of meeting someone who can truly rock my insides makes me incredibly wet and the day finally came a week ago. I met this incredible guy at a conference at my work, his name was Luke and after getting to know each other a little better over the snacks table he asked me out, I was impressed that someone actually wanted to go on a date with me, especially a good-looking man like Luke, so of course I said yes.
He picked me up at my place and took me to a nice restaurant downtown, it was fascinating, it felt so nice to dress up and do my makeup for someone interested in me, and it felt even better to put on sexy lingerie after such a long time. Luke was so attentive and funny during our date, I was just so impressed with him and how much I liked him.
Once our date was over, he took me back to my place, I was nervous, and my hands were shaky when I asked him if he wanted to have a little drink before he took off. The fact that he said yes made me feel even more nervous. He followed me inside; I led him to the kitchen and served us a drink and we started chatting right there. But in a moment, he stared at me, I felt fire in his gaze that made my core burn in desire. Then he asked me, in the most sensual way, if he could kiss me.
I melted the second he placed his hand on my waist and slowly leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. He was trying to be a true gentleman but he had no idea there was a wild, horny beast trapped inside of me. He kissed me slowly and then I couldn’t take it anymore, I moved my head and delved my tongue inside his mouth, massaging his and letting him know how much I wanted it.
He understood it all right there, he took off his jacket and I unbuttoned his shirt. He saw me desperate and wanted to please me, I could sense it in his touch, he pulled me up and placed me on the kitchen table, got on his knees, and placed my legs on his shoulders. He lifted my skirt and bit my pussy lips through my panties, I was desperate, he moved the fabric to the side and when he ran his tongue through my slit, I completely lost it. I got lost in his mouth, his fingers, his tongue playing with my clit. He tasted my juices for what looked like hours and I wasn’t complaining at all, he ate me up just the way I wanted.
I gripped his head and moved my hips forward, pressing my entrance against him. I was still craving badly. Then he pulled out his cock, and I leaned forward and sucked it. His cock was incredibly good, I felt it twitch against my tongue, I missed having a good cock inside my mouth, it was all so tasty I wanted more!
Then I leaned back, resting my torso on my forearms and he penetrated me deep and hard. He started fucking me right there in my kitchen, gripping my hips as he moved quickly inside me. I have no words to describe how good it was to feel his cock entering me, stretching my walls, and bringing me closer to an orgasm. Luke moved in and out and seeing him entering me was very hot, I’d never been this wet before but his throbbing cock really had me dripping wet.
I never fucked in the kitchen with my husband, but I did it with Luke and it was incredibly sexy. I had orgasm after orgasm and I couldn’t stop. Luke took little breaks when fucking me because I was insatiable. He came inside my mouth, on my tits, inside my pussy, on my hands, until he couldn’t cum anymore. We stayed up all night, doing it all over the house and I had no shame in continuing it, I just wanted more!
Doing it with Luke was very intense, I’ve never felt like this with my ex-husband, I didn’t even feel inspired to try new things but I tried some of those fantasies with Luke that night and I will never forget it.
It’s been a couple of weeks since that night with Luke and my mind still takes me to every moment of that session, I even masturbate thinking about it, my pussy tingles whenever I think of Luke’s amazing cock, and I just want more. I’m very scared that Luke might disappear, that I might not have this ever again, I don’t want to go back to those miserable years I had without sex. I feel like I’m discovering myself and my sexuality and it would truly destroy me if it all goes away.
