A NEW ME	

  My heart beat faster and I felt a dull, hollow sensation in the pit of my stomach as I sat naked in front of my dressing table mirror. I looked down and saw that, though my bushy pubes needed a good trim and despite the profusion of tangled hairs, I could still see the pinkness of my vaginal lips peeking because they were puffy and sticking out, a reflection of my arousal. Instinctively I spread my thighs to allow my right hand to slip between them and soon confirmed, what I already knew, that my sex was indeed hot and very wet and that the juices were starting to spread on the seat of the stool. I am one of those women who produce an unusually profuse amount of sex juice when she is aroused which, in the past, had been rather embarrassing, at times. I felt the wetness creeping between my flattened buttocks and coating my most intimate orifice.
Looking in the mirror I saw that my face was flushed and that my eyes were gleaming feverishly. Suddenly feeling embarrassed that my arousal was so evident I closed my eyes as I began to fondle my sex with my fingertips. They gently stroked the flushed lips till they parted even further allowing my love button to pop out of its hiding place and I closed two fingers around the marble-like protuberance and began the gentle friction which it adored. The fleshy marble became totally engorged and throbbed wildly as it hardened and became the centre of my sexual universe. 
It had been some time since I'd had any kind of sexual satisfaction and I dearly wanted to keep stroking until I climaxed but knew that now wasn’t the time. By a supreme act of self control I reluctantly pulled my fingers away from my clitoris. I lifted them and saw that they were heavily coated with a milky fluid and guiltily looking at my reflection in the mirror I lifted my fingers to my mouth and watched as the tip of my tongue emerged and slowly collected the sticky fluid before retreating into my mouth. That evening my love juice tasted slightly metallic, always a sign that I was on the brink of ovulating, and I shuddered all over as it slowly slid down my throat. That first taste was just an appetizer and I wanted more so my fingers automatically went back to my sex before I jerked them away. I used tissues to mop up the trickle of love juice, which was still oozing out of my still parted sex lips. I had to use even more tissues to mop up the pool spreading on the stool and in between my buttocks.
Looking in the mirror I saw that my eyes were gleaming with lust and my cheeks were flushed. The tip of my tongue was sweeping from one side of my bottom lips to the other as if seeking more of the nectar. It was hard not to seek the satisfaction I badly needed because I was so sexually aroused and so desperately in need of an orgasm. 
My husband had left me for a younger woman and I was only starting to come to term with it. I'd always been very sexually oriented and we'd had a full and varied sex life. Why he'd felt the need to seek it somewhere else was a mystery especially as the woman he'd moved in with wasn't have as attractive as I was. I’d always been prepared to try anything he wanted no matter how outrageous or kinky but he’d never shown any inclination to travel that route and maybe if he had he would not have left. I’d been a virgin on our wedding day and had given my husband my purity willingly and eagerly.
Taking a deep breath, to try to calm my nerves, I continued applying my makeup before standing up and looking at the reflections in the mirrors. Except for a slightly thicker waist and heavier boobs I still had the same curvy and sexy body that I'd given to my bridegroom on my wedding day seven years previously. 
I began to feel weepy but quickly chased my depressing thoughts away. I slipped into the black, quarter cup bra which supported my heavy breasts but left my nipples uncovered. My nipples looked swollen and very red and unthinkingly I gave them a squeeze which nearly was my undoing. The exquisite sensation sped from my nipples to my sex and I felt my vagina clench and expels a wad of love juice and, looking down, I saw it trickling down the inside of my thighs and had to use tissues to wipe it away. I should have taken time to clean my sex properly but was running out of time so I quickly slipped the thong up my legs. The tiny garment consisted of a miniscule triangle of sheer material, in the front, and a thin thong at the back which met the thong round my waist. The slender strip immediately was swallowed in the deep cleavage between my protruding buttocks. Looking at my bottom, in the mirror, it seemed as if I wasn't wearing any pant at all. The sexy undies made me feel very feminine and provocative. I was aware of the primeval scent emanating from my sex and again thought about having a wash before leaving the house.
I was going out for the first time since my husband had left me and, though I had no intention of going to bed with my date, I wanted to feel very feminine and beautiful. The fact that I was wearing sexy undies, which I'd bought for myself, made me feel very erotic. When I looked in the mirror I saw that my love juice had begun to trickle out again from my sex and was causing a large wet spot to appear on the material of the naughty thong. I turned my back to the mirror and saw the blatant jutting out of my bare buttocks. Again I had to mop up the love juice before adjusting the triangle of material to cover my sex. I really should have changed my underwear but I was running out of time. The profuse juicing has been the bane of my life and I’ve had to learn to live with it but it is embarrassing and inconvenient. I shivered all over with excitement as an acute sensation of sheer eroticism swept through my body. I was breathing in gasps and my legs felt wobbly. Butterflies seemed to be fluttering in my stomach and I felt as if I was going to pass out. I regretted not inducing an orgasm earlier that evening which would have dampened down my lust.
Looking at myself reminded me that I'd dressed this way for my husband, in the past, and I felt sad but quickly stopped myself going down that road. 
It was my sister who'd suggested that it was time that I pulled myself together and started dating but I still felt too fragile then my ex father-in-law phoned, as he was in town, and suggested meeting him for dinner. He and I had always got on well and I felt that it was a good way to start going out again without the hustle of doing so with someone I didn’t know well. What I couldn’t comprehend is why I was feeling sexually excited at meeting him again as I’d never felt that way before. I was due to meet him at a restaurant near his hotel. 
The restaurant was crowded but he was already waiting at the table. He greeted me with a kiss on each cheek and a hug which sent frissons of arousal straight to that intimate place between my thighs and once again my love juice began to flow in earnest. The scrap of material couldn't contain it all and I felt it start to trickle down the inside of my thighs before it was caught by the raised rim of my stocking-tops. I think that I must have blushed seriously because I saw him looking at my face in a puzzled way.
At first things were a bit awkward but soon we began to relax and the conversation flowed as he told me that his son was stupid to leave such and attractive and intelligent woman. I was very nervous but gradually, as we chatted, the tension melted and was replaced by an aura of intimacy and ease
I caught Carl looking at my chest and, looking down, I saw that the top button of my dress had come undone so that a great deal of my upper breasts was on show and I even caught a glimpse of my naked nipples when I bent forward. Once again I blushed fiercely but, at the same time, I felt wet heat invading my loins as more love juice oozed out of my sex. I chided myself silently for being so sluttish and knew that I needed time to regain control over my emotions. I asked Carl to excuse me and swiftly went to the ladies room, almost stumbling because my legs felt like jelly, and I could feel the insides of my thighs squish-squashing as I walked and hope that no one could hear it. 
My heart was beating erratically, my mind was in a whirl and I was intently aware of my pulsing sex as I slipped inside one of the cubicles. I slipped my thong down and saw that it was soaked with my juice and my inner thighs were similarly covered with a gleaming sheen of wetness. My pussy was very puffy and partly opened. I decided that the only way to regain control over my body was to trigger a quick orgasm which would leave me calmer. I sat down and started to rub my clitoris, which was sticking all the way out and fully engorged. I stroked furiously which increased my arousal but somehow I couldn't trigger a climax so I was even more strung-out by the time I pulled up my thong. I made a wad from toilet paper and inserted it beneath the triangle in an effort to soak up some of my love juices. When I left the cubicle I glanced in the mirror and saw how flushed and wild I looked so splashed my face with cold water then touched up my make-up and combed my hair.
I was only slightly more in control when I returned to the table. Carl looked at me quizzically, when I rejoined him, but didn't say anything. We finished our meal but all the time my mind was filled with images of my naked body being caressed by him. It's crazy, I thought, as I certainly didn't want to have sex with the father of my ex-husband!
It felt so good being with him that I foolishly accepted his invitation to go back to his suite. We walked the short distance. Once inside he poured us a large brandy each and then, after we'd toasted each other, he put his glass on the coffee table and gathered me into his arms. My body went rigid and I felt like a trapped animal as his lips fused with mine. That first kiss was frenzied and volcanic as if he'd somehow unleashed an incandescent heat which consumed my body and wiped out my normal caution. I felt his tongue slipping inside my mouth while his hands were exploring my body. I moaned in his mouth while shaking all over. Somehow my natural instinct intervened and I managed to pull away. I was gasping for breath as I faced him. He reached out for me and I was amazed by his audacity. He knew me, knew that I had been a good and faithful wife yet he was treating me like a slut.
Before I could stop it his left hand cupped my breast and, because I’d been foolish enough to wear a bra that did nothing to veil my breast, his fingers skilfully rolled the exposed nipple until it was hard and ultra sensitive. At the same time the other hand was unfastening the buttons of my dress. I tried to fend him off but he simply brushed my hands away and started kissing me again, driving his long tongue between my lips. I tried to resist but was unable to restrain the urge to kiss him back. As we kissed passionately his fingers continued teasing my nipple which fuelled the fire which had been burning between my legs since early that evening. For the first time in ages I felt alive and in need to feel a male body against mine.
Carl sensed my weakness and wasted no time. Soon my dress was unbuttoned and it slid down my body leaving me wearing only my inadequate bra, pants and hold-up stockings. Because the bra did not cover my breasts it allowed him to cup both, in his hands, and bring them to his mouth. Keeping them pressed together he sucked both nipples into his mouth, at the same time. It was sensational and I felt a sort of electric current streaking from my nipples to my clitoris and more juice exploded out of my sex and dribbled down the inside of my thighs.
He released one breast but clasped the other one, between his two hands, and kneaded the nipple until it was hard and erect. Stroking it with his thumb he squeezed it between two fingertips before tugging on it till it was stretched out as far as it could be. He bent his head and took the swollen bud into his mouth, sucking on it while running the tip of his tongue over the tip, in sweeping strokes, and it felt as if he’d discovered a secret source of milk and was sucking it out of my breast. I was moaning continuously as he moved his mouth to the other nipple. I felt my pussy melt as even more wetness flowed out. My entire body was responding and I could distinctly feel my vaginal lips swelling and my clitoris was sticking out demanding its share of attention. There was a gnawing, insatiable sensation of pure lust sweeping through my sex and womb and I realised that I'd passed the point of no return and was willing to let him do anything he wanted to me, however wicked and outrageous. It scared me that I could feel like that. I was still feeling guilty that he was my husband’s father, much older and that the seduction had been so easy but this negative emotion was rapidly fading and being replaced by lust.
Carl's mouth left my nipple then he kissed his way up my chest and neck till his lips were brushing against my ear. I felt the tip of his tongue slip into my ear-canal pressing in as far as it would go. It's one of my most sensitive erogenous zones and I felt my glowing pussy opening up even more, allowing even more of my sex juices to dribble out and soak the gusset of my pants. He continued to nibble on my ear lobe before the tip of his tongue slid along my jawline then into my open mouth. I could hardly breathe as his tongue speared deeply into my mouth. His hands undid the clasp of the bra then cupped my naked breasts and his fingers started nipping my hard nipples again. I felt as if my half-naked body was expanding before exploding into a million small pieces as an orgasm blasted through me. It was lightning fast and faded almost as quickly as it had begun leaving me desperate for more. I’d never before climaxed so easily.
Suddenly he pulled away and swiftly stripped my thong off. It left me wearing the black hold-up stockings and high heels. No longer caring about my qualms daringly I reached out and undid the belt of his trousers then the zip. Out sprang a beautiful, smooth and circumcised cock of more than usual girth and length, much larger than his son’s. It was hard as rock and the knob was swollen and, on its tip, a lone bead of clear liquid glistened. 
He ordered me to kiss it as he moved backward to sit on the edge of the bed. Without thinking I sank to my knees in front of him. . From his groin a strong scent of sexy maleness rose to fill my nostrils. Gently I took the impressive cock, between my two hands, and steered the knob to my mouth. It was much fatter than my husband’s. I was intoxicated with my need to please him and brazenly kissed the head before opening my mouth and taking it inside. My lips were stretched to their full capacity as I took his cockhead deeper into my mouth. Moving my head, from side to side, to try to facilitate its penetration, I slid my lips down the shaft until the head butted against the back of my throat. Half of his shaft was still outside my mouth. I moved my head up and down, sliding my lips along the smooth shaft again and again. My pussy was opening and closing and expelling a continuous wad of sex juice in rhythm with the motions of my mouth.
 I would have kept going forever if he'd not gently pulled my head back, so that my lips reluctantly loss their hold on his cock. He pulled me down on the bed so that I ended lying flat on my back. Carl was still wearing his clothes, though his trousers and underpants were at half mast, and it made everything more exciting and dirty. 
He kissed each nipple, before tonguing his way down to my navel. He probed into the shallow indentation. For the first time I discovered how arousing it could be because it felt as if it was somehow connected to my clitoris and that it was my love button which was being licked and teased. He pulled back, his chin resting on one of my thighs, as his hands gently spread my legs as wide apart as they could go. I blushed fiercely as I realised that he could now see how soaked I was. The tips of his fingers stroked my inner thighs. The movement was slow and sensual causing my skin to break out in goose pimples. It felt as if my whole body was on fire and I began moaning like a wild animal in heat. I realised that he'd taken control of my body and my mind and that I was joyfully surrendering myself to him.
He bent my legs, at the knees, and raised them back so that it pushed my itchy and wet pussy both forward and upward. Leaning forward he kissed my pussy and I squirmed with pleasure. He toyed with me, slyly rubbing the tips of his fingers along the edges of my pussy, letting his tongue lick a fraction of an inch from my clitoris but not actually touching me where I longed to be touched. It was the most exquisite torture I'd ever endured. I heard my voice begging him to take me, declaring that I was his to do with whatever he wanted. I couldn't believe that I could do such a depraved thing. It was definitely my voice and it did indeed express the way I felt.
Responding to my lewd pleas Carl kissed my pussy. He didn’t seem to mind that it was covered in a slick coat of thick sex juice. My knees were pressing against my breasts, as his tongue travelled the length of my vaginal opening. The tip of his tongue moved the outer lips and folds aside so that it could poke into my wet hole. I knew that it was overflowing with sex juices because I felt it being expelled when he slipped his tongue inside. He lapped and probed again and again. It felt as if his whole face was being absorbed inside my pussy as, using the flat of his tongue like a scoop, he lapped up and down my pussy, flitting over my quivering clitoris and even teasing my anus. I felt as if I'd go mad if I didn't climax immediately. I begged and sobbed for him to finish me off.
I must tell you, at this point, that what I'm describing was happening to someone I never knew existed before that night.
Carl closed his lips around my love button and sucked it into his mouth and flicked it insistently with his tongue, causing me to feel as if my entire body was being drawn into my clitoris then into his mouth. I was groaning and moaning loudly. I didn't recognise the sounds as they sounded like animal sounds rather than human ones. My naked buttocks were off the bed and I could feel my bum-hole opening and closing, as he continued to suck my clitoris. I feared for my sanity if I wasn't allowed to orgasm soon.
His fingers slithered through the wetness, sliding along the length of my pulsing pussy. He was playing with the splayed lips, pulling them even further open then closing them before releasing them so that they sprang back causing more juice to well out. The pressure, which was building up deep at the back of my womb, was increasing by leaps and bounds and I knew that soon I would be orgasming again but this time it would be huge and probably more powerful than anything I’d ever experienced before.
Two thick fingers slid into the hungry opening of my pussy. They moved shallowly, at first, then penetrated deeper and deeper until they were fully buried inside. I felt the pad of his thumb pushing against my anus and the tight ring opened and allowed it to penetrate inside. He had two fingers buried inside my vagina and his thumb in my anus and they started seesawing in and out, picking up speed, while he continued to suck on my clitoris. It felt as if my pussy had turned to jelly as his fingers found that mysterious g-spot. My entire body melted with ecstasy as the latent orgasm overwhelmed my entire being. The huge explosion blanked out my mind, leaving me totally helpless, totally in his control.  Panting and moaning like a beast my hips gyrated as I pressed my pussy harder against his face and fingers as, for the first time in my life, I ejaculated and the powerful spray covered his face and hair.
Carl was incredibly sensitive to a woman's moods and seemed to know exactly what I wanted and urgently needed. Playing me like a musical instrument he stroked me toward another crescendo but, at the last minute, he deliberately changed the rhythm so that it receded enough to withhold that final crisis I so desperately sought. Fingers smoothly sliding in and out of my spasming holes he continued to hold my clitoris prisoner between his lips, lashing it with his tongue and nipping it gently with his teeth. Every inch of my pussy was stimulated but, just as I trembled on the brink of an orgasm, he softened his touch so that the onset of my climax paused. Lewdly I responded by heaving my hips forward pressing my pussy even harder against his face. But his hand grabbed my bottom forcing me to stay still and I stopped moving. He continued stimulating me until I seemed to be hovering just a fraction away from the orgasm which would blow me to pieces. I was on the brink of insanity and he kept me there longer than I'd ever been before. It was the sweetest torture I've ever been subjected to. My body was so sensitised that I could feel the rippling walls of my anus grasping his thumb and pulling it further inside. My breasts felt so swollen that it was almost as if they were going to burst. My nipples were so hard that they ached. My lips were swollen and dry. Even my toes were curling with pleasure as Carl kept me hovering on the brink of that orgasm or an eternity. I wanted to scream, but didn't have enough air in my lungs to do so, as he increased the suction on my clitoris. He moved his fingers rapidly in and out. It was almost as if he was drawing the orgasm from the depths of my womb into my pussy. Exquisite pleasure invaded every nook and cranny. My pulsing clitoris felt as large as a penis as it pulsated between his lips. Slowly the sweet sensations converged to my pussy building up until it exploded. 
That orgasm was bigger and stronger than anything before as it blasted through my entire being. My mouth was wide open, in a silent scream. I felt the orgasm erupting with an intensity which threatened my sanity as again I ejaculated. It felt as if my body was being turned inside out.
Carl was still sucking my pussy when the orgasm began to fade. I could barely bear his touch because my sex-lips and clitoris had become so sensitive that it almost hurt. 
Moving away, from my sex, he fluently slipped on top of my still spasming body. Sliding his tongue into my mouth he simultaneously pushed his cock into my pussy. It went all the way in, gliding smoothly in the wetness created by three orgasms. The head butted against my cervix and I raised my pelvis to meet his thrusts. His hands slipped beneath my bottom, clasping my buttocks, and holding me firmly as he began to fuck me hard, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into me. Soon I was soaring towards another orgasm as his hard cock pulled almost all the way out, leaving only the swollen head remaining inside my pussy, before it slammed all the way back inside bashing against my cervix. The force of his thrusts caused my breasts to wobble like jelly, on my chest. 
His fingers dug deeper and deeper into the elastic flesh of my buttocks bringing me even closer to his body as he repeatedly pounded his thick cock into my quim. The shaft of his cock rubbed against my clitoris, the friction driving me wild so that soon I was teetering on the brink of another orgasm, as pleasure swept through my taut body, again and again. He rammed his cock even harder into my pussy. It was so hard and thick that it felt as if I was being speared by an iron rod, as it rubbed my clitoris. My cervix dilated and allowed his knob to penetrate further and intense pressure welled up inside my womb and, just as I felt his cock twitch and swell even more, my orgasm exploded. Its power rocked through my body and caused my vaginal muscles to clamp his shaft, like an iron fist.  Wave after wave of incredible pleasure pounded through me as he ejaculated his sperm directly into my womb. 
I have no idea how long it lasted, it could have been minutes or hours before he slumped down on top of my body and laid his head against my breasts. I lay beneath him not aware of the weight of his body. I couldn't remember ever having felt so satiated and happy.
He took a deep breath and lifted his body off mine and stood up. He undressed completely before rejoining me on the bed. The rest of the night he used my body for his pleasure and took my last virginity. After an initial amount of pain my anus adapted and I enjoyed a number of orgasms before he flooded my back passage with what was left of his sperm.

Since that night Carl and I frequently get together to make love when he is in town. I think I'm a little in love with him but he made it clear, right from the beginning that he didn't want it to be anything more than good sex but I am hoping that this will change now that I am two months pregnant.