My life was always planned. I was meant to get married, have kids, and live happily ever after with my partner. However, as life so often surprises us, it is probably no shock to realize that it didn’t go this way.
I did get married and have kids, but my marriage didn’t last long. My husband was a conservative man that loved when everything looked good from the outside and didn’t care about our relationship.
I felt trapped in that marriage and wasn’t happy even for a moment when I was with him. I still kept that marriage afloat because I wanted our kids to have a full family, but as soon as they were out of the house I ended it.
As soon as I got divorced I knew that I needed to get my life back. I wanted to try all the things that I was denying myself through the years, so I started with the smallest things – I got a new hairstyle, bought myself new, sexier clothes, and started to spend more time outside the house.
It was after one of my yoga classes that I met my new boyfriend, Dylan. He was training at the gym nearby and I ran into him when I was grabbing lunch. At first, I didn’t even think about him in a romantic way, he was younger than me, almost as young as my son and it didn’t feel right to even think about it, but he was flirting with me and not taking “no” for an answer, so I agreed to give him my number.
I didn’t think that anything would come out of it, after all, I didn’t think that a younger guy like him would be interested in me, but soon he texted me and that was how everything started. The nervousness that I felt at first soon turned into excitement. I liked flirting with Dylan, talking with him about everything, and soon it turned into something more.
We were getting into more spicy topics, an area I didn’t feel comfortable with, but even if I was saying something stupid and not as sexy as I imagined, he never said anything to make me feel that he didn’t want me. Very soon we started to exchange more than texts – Dylan sent me incredible photos of his naked body and I felt that I needed to return the favor. I started learning how to position my body in the best way to show him my best parts. That was one of the reasons why I decided to wax my pussy and ass, making it all nice and smooth. I didn’t have further plans yet, but I was sure that Dylan would like it.
Texting wasn’t enough anymore, I wanted to see him and put to life everything that we only talked about. I needed to see him, to feel him, and to finally see his cock up close and personal. I was worried that I would scare him with my lack of experience and it was making me nervous. With my ex-husband the type of sex we were having was limited to the simplest things – missionary, me giving him a quick blow job, nothing exciting or new. Somehow I was sure that Dylan would want more things from me and I needed to be ready.
Our first date was a little awkward, after all, I hadn’t had one for a long time, but once he walked me back to my house and came inside, things were different.
There was electricity between us, a desire to try new things and explore each other’s bodies. We didn’t waste any time before moving into the bedroom and starting making out. I was still nervous about it all before Dylan really started guiding me. He was so good at it, that I didn’t even worry for a second that I was doing anything wrong. I just knew that I needed to get on my knees and get his cock in my mouth. He felt incredible, this new amazing dick that I didn’t know before. I was reluctant when I was with my husband, but now I wanted to put all my desire and passion into it. He guided me, telling me what to do and how to suck him. I never felt as sexy as I did at that moment when I was letting this young man use my mouth all he wanted. I felt slutty and beautiful like I had never felt before.
I thought that after that he would just throw me on the bed and fuck me as my husband did and at first it was like that, but Dylan started kissing my body, paying special attention to my breasts and my stomach, before he opened my legs and looked at my waxed wet pussy. He smiled and started eating me out. It was nothing like any sex I had ever had before. It felt better than I could have ever expected, with my whole body shaking and me screaming from how good it felt. I knew at that moment that I would not be able to stop, I needed to keep sleeping with this man and let him do anything he wanted with me.
I rode his cock after, enjoying the way he looked at me as if I was the sexiest woman he had ever seen. My tits were bouncing and I was putting them in his face, feeling his mouth on me. It was erotic in a whole new way and I was giving myself to him willingly, knowing that I had never had a lover like him before. That night changed my life for the better and I was even happier to know that Dylan liked it too. I told him that I was open to any new things he wanted to try and that was the start of my new journey to discover a new side of me.
I didn’t even know how many new things would open up to me once I would allow Dylan to take the reigns. I knew he was amazing from the start, but he also knew how to make it so I would lose my mind and everything I was during sex with him. Anything he wanted to do, anything he asked for, I was giving him and enjoying every moment. He was initiative and always knew how to make me feel good, so I was trusting him with everything.
He was the guy that convinced me to try anal. I was always so sure that it was something only guys enjoyed, but he proved me wrong. He let me get into it slow, just eating my ass at first. I was reluctant to let him try, but once his tongue was there, probing and teasing me, I knew I was wrong not to let him do it before. I was moaning so hard I was afraid people outside would hear us, because it was just so good. But it was only the start of our adventure.
After that, Dylan started using sex toys with me, letting my asshole get used to having something inside. We used a lot of lube as we were trying bigger and bigger toys until we went to the butt plugs.
He told me to keep using them, so I would be ready for his cock later. I used them every day for a week, picking bigger and bigger ones and sending Dylan photos every day so he would see how ready I was to serve him. He was happy to see me like that and I knew that the night of our next fuck would be something special.
That night we didn’t go for dinner, we went straight to bed. I was feeling nervous and excited, but I was ready for it. I wanted him to fuck me in the ass and I wanted it bad. As always, we made out as we undressed each other and Dylan kissed and caressed me, as we went to bed.
There I got on all fours, showing him the butt plug that was already inside me. He pulled it out, looked at my gaping hole, and started eating my ass. I was moaning and grabbing the sheets, both enjoying it and anticipating more.
Soon he pulled his pants down and I felt the tip of his cock against my entrance. As he did, I felt discomfort at first, but soon it turned into a sweet sensation of being filled. I whimpered, feeling his cock moving inside me, deeper, making me get used to a cock in my ass. It was new and it wasn’t anything like I expected, but I loved it.
He fucked me slow and gently, letting me feel it all, going deep and fast until he came into my ass, letting me feel new and amazing sensations. I loved it and I was grateful that he led me to this new experience. I can’t wait to learn even more about sex.
