At that point I drove my tongue into her for everything I was worth, licking first deep inside of her opening and then finishing up with a lick and a suck on her clit. That’s when the screaming started in earnest, as did the bucking. She kept trying to buck away from me, but I had handfuls of asscheeks, and wasn’t letting her go anywhere. Six more orgasms later we were both exhausted, so I flipped her over, set her on her knees and took her doggy, which earned me yet one more orgasm of appreciation before I blew my load.
I came about as powerfully as I can these days, not being a kid anymore, and after half-resting on her body and half on the bed, I slowly slid out of Chantel and cradled her against me in my arms, giving her a passionate lip-lock as I did so. My nose was a little sore from her literally banging my face, and I could feel that my lips were swollen for the same reason. Chantel had a look of exhaustion and bliss on her face, and I knew that my efforts were more than appreciated.
“Life is good,” I thought to myself as we both drifted off to sleep. “Sometimes you do find the light when you head into a dark tunnel.”
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Let me introduce myself. I am Mickey Olerud, 60-year-old divorced average guy, father of two grown children, grandfather of two who are a little younger than my partner of the other night.
About that partner … Chantel is the youngest of my regular sex partners. I’m not bragging … well I guess I am … but I’ve got four women whom I sleep with on a regular basis. There’s nothing serious with any of them, although I know of at least two that would like to get serious, but it’s just good — no make that great — sex, no strings attached, almost any time I call and want a date, or they call me for the same. I know, it sounds too ridiculously easy and uncomplicated, but that’s because it is. And I owe it all to my cheating ex-wife, Traci, for opening up the door to this great life.
Fifteen years ago, I was a happily married man with a kid having graduated from college and one a sophomore in college. My beautiful wife, Traci, and I were still getting used to this empty-nester thing, and at 45 we were enjoying a sexual renaissance, if you will. With no kids around, we were free to fool around whenever the mood struck us, like we did before we started having children, and we never had to worry that Traci might get a little too loud, which was always a concern because she was a bit of a screamer. With no kids around she started to really turn it loose, and once encouraged, I tried even more to pleasure the woman I loved. For the last 18 months or so we had to keep the windows closed and the air running in the house during the warmer months because we didn’t want the neighbors to think I was killing her.
Traci and I met in college in our sophomore years. We started dating as juniors, and got married a few months after we graduated. I honestly don’t know how I wound up being lucky enough to land her. She was gorgeous — long blonde hair, blue eyes, about 5-5, 120 pounds with big firm boobs and a cute bubble butt. She was definitely above my pay grade, but despite all of her admirers in college, she chose me — a skinny 6-footer with a mop of unruly hair who was majoring in electrical engineering.