Awakening

My name is Jennifer, I'm almost 45 and I'm starting to live. For all the past years, everything is a blur of beige haze. Married to the high school sweetheart. Two kids early. The house in the suburbs. The husband is working more and more. Kids growing then leaving for college. House empty. Working part time in a jewelry store. Then the rude awakening. Husband wants out. Found a new love with his assistant, who is half his age.

Yes. So predictable. So not unusual. So sad. How twenty-five years of partnership goes down the drain for a pair of fake boobs on a cutie with the intellectual acumen of a raccoon. But of course to be honest I have my part in this shit show. After baby number 2, my sex drive went non existent for years after coming back but way less than before. I let myself go as well. Became the typical suburban wife with large hips and larger boobs. Never wearing makeup or having hair done or wearing a cute dress.

« I couldn't even fit in those dresses » I whispered as I drank my sixth or seventh or maybe eighth glass of wine near the pile of legal papers. Divorce settlement papers. Clean, neat. Their assets were divided. Spousal support established. That part of her life was over. Later that night, she wore a tighter dress than she had wore in decades. Her hairs and nails were done professionally. They were at a restaurant. Three of her closest friends were having a post-divorce bash. Sadly, they were kinda used to this. Two of her friends were already divorced and one of them even twice. After a couple of hours being obnoxiously loud and making overtly sexual comments to the wait staff, drinking lots of booze, they finally left, each one in their uber.

Late the next day, I was nursing my headache, alternating between juices, coffee and tylenols. I noticed a notification on my phone. A text from a contact not saved. « Hello Jennifer, I bet you are a bit hungover from yesterday, I know a great cure - Matthew. » What followed was a string of emojis, all less subtle than the previous one, ending with the eggplant!

« Real mature. » I laughed and called my best friend. « It's to early Jen! » She moaned. After exchanging a few words and revealing the text received, my friend reminded me that I gave my number to a bartender. Nice, tall, handsome, brown with blue eyes. Maybe 25 years old. « He called you? Go for it girl, he's a catch! The best way to celebrate your new life! » After hanging, I went to the bathroom. A hot shower brought me back to life. I had a large mirror in front of me and I took time to look at myself. Completely and honestly. Full hips. Maybe 20 lbs overweight, dark circles under the eyes. But not bad for a 45 year old girl. Last night I trimmed my bikini area. I had a full bush for years. Yeah not bad. But not nearly enough to bring a guy like Matthew to the table. I would never have given him my number if I hadn't my confidence increased by a high blood alcohol level! I thought he was playing a game. Teasing me. It's been so long since I had intercouse. But I was feeling the wave of desire coming back in me after receding with my now ex-husband!

« Tylenols are not doing a great job certainly! I bet your remedy is better! » I texted back impulsively. He answered quickly. « I can administer it to you at your convenience! ». After a quick exchange, still acting completely on impulse, Matthew was on his way. I couldn't believe what I'd done. I was living in a small apartment with barely the minimum. Dishes were in the sink and the place reeked of alcohol. The best I could manage there was opening the windows. Anyway he wouldn't come. It was only catfishing. Then there was a knock at her door.

There he was. Even more handsome than yesterday. With some electrolyte drinks. I opened the door. He smiled then opened a drink and looked at me. I was still half naked from my shower. Only wearing an oversized white shirt. Since I was still wet, it sticks to me. Especially my boobs. The dark nipples were visible as if there was no shirt. Matthew gave me one of his drinks but his gaze never left my boobs. I must say that those were my biggest assets. For me they were sagging and not firm at all. But for him it was something else as I saw the bulge in his pants getting larger. « Come in. I hope you are not shy! » As we sat at my small table, I felt something surging in me. Raw lust. This young, well shaped and probably well endowed male specimen was in my apartment and apparently really into me.

It's at this particular moment that something changed inside me forever. I stopped being conscious about my few extra pounds, my sagging boobs, my legs full of cellulite. I was able to have men like Matthew desired me. I stood up and reached him and without warning kissed him passionately. He answered enthusiastically. My hand reached between his legs and pulled his dress pants down and liberated his beautiful cock from his boxers. It was glorious. The most beautiful manhood I've seen. Not too big, cut, straight but with a slight upward bent. I rubbed it slowly and went back to french kissing him. That's when I noticed it. He was almost stunned. Smiling but not moving.

I had him moved on my inflatable bed. Real divorcee move. And then I proceeded to give him a blowjob. He moaned loudly. His cock was not only beautiful, it was smelling good as well. This guy was ready for action. I had a quick thought about my ex-husband. Just thinking of giving him head almost made me puke. While I was gagging on Matthew's cock, it brought me back. I continued to suck him with passion. Licking his beautiful shaft and balls. Then he asked in a voice lower than before : « Put a finger in my butt mam' ». I've never done something like that but I was happy to oblige. Delicately I inserted a finger in his willing butt hole. Almost instantly he grunted. « I'm gonna cum mam'! » My answer was to suck him faster with lot of saliva. It was already drooling on my chin straight on my almost translucent shirt. I saw it before I tasted it. He was trying to withhold it. But then abandoned himself to the pleasure. And he cummed in my open mouth. Long chords of semen in my mouth. First time in decades. And I remembered how it feels, how I quse to like it. Before the husband, the wedding and the kids and the suburban life. Matthew laid down, exhausted. I licked his sublime manhood clean with precision and drank every drop of his juices.

Not long after. He regained his composure and proceeded to turn next to me, kissing the very lips who received his juices. His hand reached between my legs. Always kissing me, he starts to run his lips slowly down there. Sliding a finger between them. Again I felt a wave of pleasure and his fingers were getting so slippery. He then start to finger me slowly. I was feeling electricity jolts in all in my body. This young guy was the best lover I ever had. He started to lick down, taking off my wet t-shirt, licking the big dark areolas and my now really erect nipples. Still fingering my wet pussy but stopping as his mouth landed on my landing strip. The he looked me in the eyes as he started to lick around my bean. And he stuffed back some fingers in me and flicked my clitoris softly with his tongue. I could not hold it anymore and my body start shivering, fluids coming out of my pussy, on his face. I stared at him, shyly. A big smile appeared on his face as he dive back on my pussy. Few minutes later he gave me my second orgasm of the day. I had to push him. This maniac was going back for a third time. It was the first orgasm I had in decades. I wanted to enjoy them. I laid on the inflatable bed, totally satisfied. I did not notice he was already up, dressing up, his face still wet from my juices. « That was nice mam'. You are not done with me! » And left almost as fast as he arrived!

I stayed on orgasmic heights for hours. Didn't care a second about Matthew. Just my pleasure. And it would be my motto for the rest of my life. Man can be selfish? Look at this girl being as selfish as a man. My life would never be the same!