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I’m 45 years old, and have been separated from my husband for 6 years.  Recently, I finally got enough courage up to file for divorce.  My twin girls are 17, and have been without a dad for so long that my decision to file the paperwork didn’t bother them at all.  In fact, they’ve been bugging me to start going out with men again.  Last week I was at a conference in Florida, and did something really stupid that has me counting the days until my period starts.

The Sunday I arrived I met a guy that I’d known for years through work, but this is the first time I’d met him face-to-face.  We’d communicated strictly by phone and email while conducting business and whenever we talked on the phone, it always turned into a 30-45 minute chat.  Clay is 10 years older than me, and quite frankly he’s really let himself go since retiring from the Army.  I’m no beauty, but I am at my ideal weight and Clay must tip the scales at 275 pounds, which for his 5’9” frame is way too much.  However, he has one of the most charming personalities and a golden tongue for talking (and other things I learned later).

Clay and I sat together during the first day of the conference, and we decide to go out to dinner that night.  We had a great time, the conversation was wonderful and as heavy as he is, he could really dance.  I hadn’t had so much fun in 15 years, and when Clay walked me to my room at the hotel I almost asked him to come in for a while.  In my room I took a shower, settled down in bed and played with my pussy and tits until I had a shattering orgasm.  All the time I thought of Clay fucking me until I screamed.

The next day Clay and I went different ways because of the different conference tracks, but we bumped into each other several times during the day.  Each time we talked that day, I felt like a teenager again; I was totally infatuated with him.  While setting in the conference meetings, I thought about him and even caught myself stroking my inner thighs under my skirt while trying to concentrate on the topic at hand.  It had been 7 years since I’d had a man make love to me, and the only thing I’d had inside of me in that time was one of my fingers, and the speculum the doctor used during my annual healthy woman exam.  I was so hot and horny that I didn’t know what to do.

When I was walking into the hotel that evening, I ran into Clay as he was heading out for dinner.  He asked if I wanted to join him and I immediately accepted.  I told him to wait and I’d be back in a few minutes after I’d dropped my briefcase and freshened up a bit, I threw my clothes off and looking down at my boobs I decided I could do without a bra, so I took a quick swipe with a washcloth, pulled on a clean pair of panties and slipped into a summer sundress.   Within 10 minutes I was walking out of the elevator, where Clay was waiting.  As I walked up to him, he turned and gave a low whistle of approval.

We walked to a small sidewalk café that overlooked the beach, about 5 blocks from our hotel for dinner.  While chatting the subject of my divorce came up.  I’d told him in phone conversations that I’d finally filed for divorce, and he was asking how the girls and I were doing.  I explained that the girls wanted me to start dating again, but it was really awkward trying to get back into the dating scene after so many years.  We chatted more and he showed me photos of his grandkids, kids, and wife.  After dinner we walked arm-in-arm back to the hotel.  When we came to the door of my room, I asked him to come in for a bit so we could discuss a few things.  When the door closed behind us, I turned to him, put my arms around him and kissed him deeply.

He pulled me close, and returned my kiss.  I trembled with pleasure because this is the first time a man had treated me like a woman for 7 years.  I could feel my pussy burning with desire, and I knew I had to have him inside me that night.  As we broke the kiss he started to pull away, apologizing for what he’d done, but I wasn’t going to let him go.  He turned for the door, and I stopped him and began crying.  I told him it was my fault, but I wasn’t going to be denied, that I was going to have a man tonight, and that I hoped it would be him.  He told me again that he was married, so I promised that I wouldn’t attempt to come between him and his wife, that I just wanted him to love me that night.

I stepped back, and slid my sundress off my shoulders where it fell to the floor.  Standing there in my panties, I asked him again to make love to me.  He looked at me for a long time and I was afraid he was going to leave, but he came close, took me into his arms, picked me up, and gently placed me on the bed.  I started to slide my panties off, but he told me to leave them on that it had been so long since I’d had sex he would symbolically deflower me by removing them.  Suddenly he reached into a pocket of his slacks and I saw him take out a small pill case and pop a small blue pill into his mouth.  Then he said he’d be back because he had to get a drink of water in the bathroom.  When he came out of the bathroom, he had one of the hotels robes on, and as he approached the bed he let it slide to the floor.  He was out of shape, and a lot fatter than any man I’d seen naked before, but I didn’t care.

When he slipped into bed he pulled me close; his warm skin against mine made my nipples get hard and they crinkled so much they almost hurt when he touched them.  I was breathing hard and I could feel my body trembling in anticipation.  Seven years since I had had a man inside of me, and I was about to be penetrated again, and I was more nervous that the first time I’d ever had sex.  This time I knew what it was about, and how much I’d missed it.  Clay kissed me and began working his way down to my breasts, stopping to suckle my rock-hard nipples.  Caressing my body I could feel his hands exploring and he started heading South on me.  As he kissed his way down to the top of my panties, I felt his hands on my butt, kneading and squeezing my butt cheeks.  Then slowly he pulled my panties down, gently kissing and nibbling his way down to the top of my sopping pussy.   I moved so he could finish removing my panties, and then between my thighs I felt him spread my pussy lips wide. 

I was shaking with anticipation, because this was the first time any man had ever put his mouth down there on me.  Girl friends had told me that it was fantastic, but I could never talk my ex-husband into eating me.  As his mouth came into contact with my clit I came…  I gasped, cried out and humped my pelvis up to his face.  My hands went to my nipples and I squeezed them hard and my body thrashed in orgasm.  Clay moved up beside me and pulled me close again, stroking my hair and face as I lay in pure ecstasy of an orgasmic afterglow.  As we lay there I calmed down and we kissed and chatted.  I asked him what the pill was he’d taken and he explained that it was Viagra, and that he’d taken it to make sure he would be able to fully satisfy me that night.

I reached for his cock and it was stiff and hard.  He was about the same length as my ex-husband which wasn't small, but Clay's cock was a lot thicker.  I caressed him and went down to his cock, placing my lips over the head; my tongue tickling the slit at the end.  He held my head and slowly humped my mouth, moaning and groaning.  After a few minutes he stopped, and said I’d better stop before I got a mouthful of something I didn’t want.  I lay back and again he started going South on me.  This time I was ready and as he started kissing and licking me I began to move my hips.  I was going for another orgasm, and as I was on the brink of cumming he pulled away, placed the tip of his cock at my gash and slid it up and down.  Every time the head hit my clit I cried out, then he put a finger right on top my clit and pressed hard.  I cried out as he rubbed my clit, and I felt that quiver inside my belly that meant my orgasm was starting to happen. 

Just as I started to cum, he pushed the head of his cock into my pussy.  The stretching was a bit painful but I didn’t care as I peaked and came hard, as he pushed deeper and deeper into me.  Then when he was fully inside me, pressing against my clit he just held it there deep and hard.  I humped against him, crying out with pure pleasure.  He held me close as I came down from my orgasm, with his cock deep inside of me.  Before I could fully recover he started to move in and out slowly at first, then faster and faster.   With my knees pressed against my chest he rammed into me like a bull, my poor unused pussy was getting the fucking of her life and I was thrashing about like a woman having a seizure.  Suddenly he shoved hard, and I felt warm and wet inside as he emptied his cum deep into my pussy.

Lying there afterwards, I played with the hair on his chest and we teased each other for an hour or so.  My hand slid down to his cock, and I felt the wetness of our combined juices, and while gently massaging him I felt him starting to get hard again.  Soon he was completely hard and his cock was standing tall and proud.  I got on top of him, and immediately took his meat into my gaping pussy.  I rode him for what seemed like hours, having orgasm after orgasm.  We tried every possible position we could get into; doggy, spooned, on my side, any possible way he could get his dick into me.  Finally with me on all fours, and him pumping wildly in and out of me from behind he shot another load into my hungry pussy.  We both collapsed and went to sleep immediately.

I woke up the next morning, with Clay gently snoring beside me.  I went to the bathroom to pee, and I reached between my thighs to find a wet sticky mess.  Only then did I remember that I was in mid-cycle and we’d not used any protection.

We had sex three more times during the conference, and every fuck session was as good as the first.  We used condoms after the first night, because I told him that I was coming into my fertile period next week and didn’t want to take a chance.   Now I’m just counting the days, hoping that my period will start on time next week.