I came from a very conservative culture where I was taught never to think of sex as anything but a means to procreation.

My husband and I were married very young, and it was almost an arranged marriage; we knew each other, but we didn’t have much of a say in the matter. We were both virgins, and for many years we did nothing but the basics. I did try to blow him once, having read about the act in a women’s magazine, but he didn’t think it was proper behavior. Needless to say, he never went down on me and I had never had an orgasm. I bought a vibrator but was too afraid to use it.

As I got older and experienced a bit of the world, I’d decided I wanted more out of my sex life. My husband was obstinate, so to his shock and that of my family, I divorced him. I got a job and moved to the city. I was determined to blossom, and the first thing I wanted to try was a one — night stand. No strings, just mind — blowing fucking (a word I had never said out loud).

I was attracted to a few men in the office, but having a one — night stand with a coworker seemed like a bad idea. I don’t drink liquor, which made bars not much of an option, so I did what any modern girl does: I grabbed my phone. There are tons of hookup apps out there, and in no time I found plenty of guys worthy of a right swipe.

One stood out for me; his name was Miles. He was a few years younger than me and quite handsome. Naturally, I was suspicious that he was really 55, bald, and had a beer belly, but he assured me that was really his picture. We talked via Skype so he could prove it. I asked him why someone who looks like him would resort to meeting women in such a way.

“I could ask the same of you,” he replied. He had me there. He went on to say that he wasn’t looking for a relationship, since he had just come off a bad breakup. We agreed to meet for drinks the next night.

Miles turned out to be even better looking than his picture. He was very muscular, and the photo didn’t capture his sexy bedroom eyes. His hobby was boxing, so he had kind of a rugged look, with a nose that had been broken a few times and muscles bulging out of his shirt. After our first round of drinks (I had iced tea), I was determined to sleep with him.

I threw caution to the wind. I wasn’t going to wait for him to make the first move. I put my hand on his and stroked it softly. His eyes lit up with delight. I suppose he didn’t think I was going to be that easy, but I hadn’t had sex of any kind — not even bad sex — in more than six months. I needed him, and I didn’t want to wait another second.

Miles suggested we go to his place, so we walked the few blocks to his apartment. For a bachelor, he kept a neat home, with some nice artwork on the walls. He offered me coffee, and we sat together on a very comfortable sofa, the kind where you almost disappear into the cushions. We were kind of wedged together, and when he put his hand on my knee, I put my mug down and slid into his lap.

Feeling bold, I kissed him, and he wrapped his arms around me, kissing me right back. We did that for a while, as our hands explored one another. His fingers slid up the back of my blouse, while mine ran up and down his muscular core.

I could feel how hard his cock had become underneath me. I started shaking because I was so excited. For a fleeting moment, I thought to myself, What am I doing? But I fought the urge to flee. I’m glad I did because in another second his rough but tender fingers were inside my panties, trailing along my slit and making me shiver.

We stopped kissing, pulled back from each other, and stripped. Clothes went flying everywhere. When I got a look at his hard cock, I gasped. Of course, I had only seen my husband’s dick; Miles was much bigger. I was naked, and he told me I was beautiful. I knelt before him and began stroking his cock. I loved the feel, the smell, and then — wonder of wonders — the taste of him, as I took his erection into my mouth. He placed his hands on my head and gently guided me as I sucked his fat dick.

“Miles had sparked another orgasm that made me shiver from head to toe.”

After a few minutes, I felt I had the right rhythm. I guess I was doing well because Miles reluctantly stopped me and said, “Damn, I’m going to come.” He swept me into his arms and carried me into his bedroom. I lay back and spread my legs, ready for my treat. He gazed at me with those dreamy eyes and then crawled between my thighs and began to tongue me. Oh, what bliss! This was worth waiting for. Miles was a master, teasing me with his lips and then flicking his tongue against my labia before sucking on them. He would only brush against my clit, heightening my arousal and desperation, until I was ready for more direct contact.

Before long I came, my first orgasm, and it was a life — changing moment. A new world had opened up to me. It’s hard to describe, but a funny feeling started in my mid — section and kind of crept through me, and when I went off, my entire body shook. My toes curled and my fingers grabbed hold of the bedsheets in a death grip. I don’t know how long it took me to completely recover my senses, but when I did I looked over at Miles, who was smiling broadly, his cock still hard.

I urged him onto his back and climbed on top of him before inserting his cock inside me. I rode him slowly at first, but then I couldn’t contain myself. I slammed down on him as he played with my breasts, which were swaying in his face. After a while he flipped me over and gave me the fucking I had always wanted, expertly filling my cunt with his cock and hitting all the perfect spots inside me. I wrapped my legs around him and raised my body to meet him stroke for stroke. Miles kissed me as he worked his dick in and out of me at a steady pace, stoking my passion. I felt so connected to this stranger who was bringing me an unprecedented amount of ecstasy. Miles broke our lip — lock to grasp my hips tightly and fuck me with short, hard jabs that nearly left me breathless. I felt such a white — hot connection with him, the passionate intensity in his eyes inspiring me to be loud. I didn’t hold back and let my cries of pleasure echo in the room. My sighs and moans made Miles wild, and he increased the speed and power of his thrusts. The way he ground his hips against me was hitting my clit in just the right way, and before long, Miles had sparked another orgasm that made me shiver from head to toe. As my spasming pussy hugged and released his pistoning shaft, Miles groaned and climaxed as well, filling me with his hot release.

We lay for a while in a happy stupor and then took a shower together before round two. I soaped his cock, stroking him slowly with my slick hands, and he bounced back quite nicely. Miles spent a lot of time sucking on my nipples, making them erect, even under the warm spray. As he worshipped my breasts, I felt myself getting more and more turned on. After two orgasms, I thought I’d be done, but as he tongued me I couldn’t wait until he was fucking me again.

Once we were clean — and nearly panting with arousal — we returned to his bed for more. I told him I was pretty inexperienced, and he asked me if there was anything else I wanted to try.

I thought for a moment and asked, “Could you fuck me doggy — style?” Miles smiled and said no problem. I flipped over and got on all fours, and he slipped behind me and licked my pussy and ass. I rocked back against him, loving the feeling of his tongue scouring my slit. Before long, I was more than ready for him, and he knelt behind me and sank that wonderful cock inside me. Grabbing my hips, he began a slow rhythm that grew more forceful with every stroke until he was fucking me as hard as he could. He added a few slaps to my ass, which surprised me but I liked how that felt. Soon Miles fell into a rhythm, fucking me steadily with his cock as he reached around my body to stroke my clit, which quickly drove me to another beautiful orgasm.

Miles, breathing hard, pulled out of me and asked if he could come in my mouth. I saw no reason against it, so he lay back and I curled up next to him, took his cock in my hands, and played it with it for a while, stroking it up and down. Then I took his shaft in my mouth and toyed with his heavy balls while sucking him. He was groaning with happiness, and knowing I was pleasing him made me feel good.

After a few minutes he signaled that he was building toward climax — fast. I increased my pace, wanting to feel him shoot across my tongue. I felt his cock quiver as he groaned with abandon. Seconds later, Miles unleashed a torrent of semen in my mouth. I swallowed it all, feeling so deliciously dirty. After he was spent, I kissed him on the lips, and I was glad he didn’t shy away. In fact, he tangled his fingers in my long hair and plunged his tongue deep into my mouth, as if hesitant to ever let me go.

I spent the night with Miles and left in the early morning. He wanted my phone number but settled for me taking his. He was a great guy and an awesome lover, but I didn’t want another relationship. I wanted to go out there and fuck all different types of men and find out what I’d been missing — and that’s exactly what I did.

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