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Divorce sucks at first, but once you get back into the dating game, it’s pretty amazing.

Women really do peak sexually much later than men.

I met Trish at the bar down the street from my apartment. She was waiting for a friend, and we started talking about the basketball game that was on. She told me that, growing up, she used to watch with her brothers, so she really knew her stuff.

I was disappointed when her friend showed up and they left to sit at a table. Lucky for me, Trish came back when her friend went to the bathroom and slid her business card in front of me. Her cell was written on the back.

I texted her later that night and asked if she wanted to watch the game together that Friday. Fortunately, neither of us had our kids that weekend, so it worked out. She invited me to her house, which was perfect. She’d have home-court advantage.

I showed up at her place with a bottle of wine and one of those Nerf basketball hoops that you hang over the door. It was a cheap gift, but she loved it.

Trish is sexy when you first see her, but she gets way more enticing the more you talk to her — confident, plays to her strengths, and only has two nights every other week to herself, so she hates wasting time. I’m pretty sure that’s why she was wearing a black lacy bra under her white button-down shirt. She said she didn’t have time to change after work, but I doubted this.

She opened the bottle of wine, grabbed some glasses, brought everything to the couch, and tore into the Nerf box. I thought it would just be something playful and funny, but she took it to another level, suggesting we play “strip H-O-R-S-E.” Pretty straightforward.

We took turns shooting the ball. If she made a shot, I needed to make the same shot. If I missed, I removed an article of clothing. Same for her if she missed a shot that I made.

Trish went first and drained an easy bucket. I missed mine on purpose. (You’d have done the same, admit it.) She giggled as I took off my socks. We kept shooting and missing for a while… until I finally made one. She aimed and missed — by a mile. Yesssssssssss.

She stared me down and unbuttoned her shirt. I held her gaze for as long as I could before breaking eye contact and staring at her bouncy, full-C breasts spilling out of her lace bra, revealing bits of her nipples.

I sunk another basket, and she clapped her hands together like an evil mastermind as she told me to remove my shirt. My shirt? She’s not even playing by the rules. “And your pants,” she said. I stepped out of them and handed her the ball.

The thrill of our little game was affecting me more than I expected. I made a move and unhooked her bra. She just giggled and turned to face me. We were almost nose to nose, so I put my hands on her hips and slid her skirt down until it fell to the floor.

Trish stood before me in tiny thong underwear, daring me to make another move. I pulled up gently on her panties, putting pressure on her clit. She moaned softly, so I tugged it a little harder. Her mouth was by my ear, and she whispered that the tiny strip of lace was tickling her ass… how did I know she loved the butt stuff? 

She then took me by the hand, led me to her room, and slid off her panties. She crawled on the bed, opened the drawer of her nightstand, and pulled out a vibrating wand. I watched for a few minutes as she squirmed, pressing the wand lightly against her clit. I stroked my cock, taking everything in.

“Your turn,” she cooed, so I kneeled down and buried my face in her pussy. My tongue flicked over her now-engorged clit. I took the wand and pushed it against her tight asshole. Her hips bucked. She was ready. I climbed on top of her, looked into her eyes, and popped the tip of my dick into her pussy. She grabbed my ass and pulled me deep inside of her. Her cunt was so hot and tight — she was hungry for a good, deep fuck.

After a short session of long-dicking her missionary style, Trish propped her ankles on my shoulders and asked me to put the vibrator into her pussy to lube it up with her juices. I slid out of her slowly, letting her feel every inch of me. I eased the toy inside her, moving in short semicircles, getting it wet, and getting her close.

At her command, I pulled the wand out of her pussy and slowly pushed it into her asshole. Then I took my rock-hard rod and slid it back into her honey hole. I felt the vibrations on my dick, and on my balls, too.

Her snatch was tighter now, since the wand filled her up. It was an amazing feeling. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I was going to come hard and fast. She clenched her thighs around my body and screamed that she was going to come. Perfect timing. I bit down hard on her nipple and came deep inside her soaked pussy.

Things didn’t develop too seriously between me and Trish, but every now and again she’ll call and ask if I’m up for a game of H-O-R-S-E.

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Divorce sucks at first, but once you get back into the dating game, it’s pretty amazing.

Women really do peak sexually much later than men.

I met Trish at the bar down the street from my apartment. She was waiting for a friend, and we started talking about the basketball game that was on. She told me that, growing up, she used to watch with her brothers, so she really knew her stuff.

I was disappointed when her friend showed up and they left to sit at a table. Lucky for me, Trish came back when her friend went to the bathroom and slid her business card in front of me. Her cell was written on the back.

I texted her later that night and asked if she wanted to watch the game together that Friday. Fortunately, neither of us had our kids that weekend, so it worked out. She invited me to her house, which was perfect. She’d have home-court advantage.

I showed up at her place with a bottle of wine and one of those Nerf basketball hoops that you hang over the door. It was a cheap gift, but she loved it.

Trish is sexy when you first see her, but she gets way more enticing the more you talk to her — confident, plays to her strengths, and only has two nights every other week to herself, so she hates wasting time. I’m pretty sure that’s why she was wearing a black lacy bra under her white button-down shirt. She said she didn’t have time to change after work, but I doubted this.

She opened the bottle of wine, grabbed some glasses, brought everything to the couch, and tore into the Nerf box. I thought it would just be something playful and funny, but she took it to another level, suggesting we play “strip H-O-R-S-E.” Pretty straightforward.

We took turns shooting the ball. If she made a shot, I needed to make the same shot. If I missed, I removed an article of clothing. Same for her if she missed a shot that I made.

Trish went first and drained an easy bucket. I missed mine on purpose. (You’d have done the same, admit it.) She giggled as I took off my socks. We kept shooting and missing for a while… until I finally made one. She aimed and missed — by a mile. Yesssssssssss.

She stared me down and unbuttoned her shirt. I held her gaze for as long as I could before breaking eye contact and staring at her bouncy, full-C breasts spilling out of her lace bra, revealing bits of her nipples.

I sunk another basket, and she clapped her hands together like an evil mastermind as she told me to remove my shirt. My shirt? She’s not even playing by the rules. “And your pants,” she said. I stepped out of them and handed her the ball.

The thrill of our little game was affecting me more than I expected. I made a move and unhooked her bra. She just giggled and turned to face me. We were almost nose to nose, so I put my hands on her hips and slid her skirt down until it fell to the floor.

Trish stood before me in tiny thong underwear, daring me to make another move. I pulled up gently on her panties, putting pressure on her clit. She moaned softly, so I tugged it a little harder. Her mouth was by my ear, and she whispered that the tiny strip of lace was tickling her ass… how did I know she loved the butt stuff? 

She then took me by the hand, led me to her room, and slid off her panties. She crawled on the bed, opened the drawer of her nightstand, and pulled out a vibrating wand. I watched for a few minutes as she squirmed, pressing the wand lightly against her clit. I stroked my cock, taking everything in.

“Your turn,” she cooed, so I kneeled down and buried my face in her pussy. My tongue flicked over her now-engorged clit. I took the wand and pushed it against her tight asshole. Her hips bucked. She was ready. I climbed on top of her, looked into her eyes, and popped the tip of my dick into her pussy. She grabbed my ass and pulled me deep inside of her. Her cunt was so hot and tight — she was hungry for a good, deep fuck.

After a short session of long-dicking her missionary style, Trish propped her ankles on my shoulders and asked me to put the vibrator into her pussy to lube it up with her juices. I slid out of her slowly, letting her feel every inch of me. I eased the toy inside her, moving in short semicircles, getting it wet, and getting her close.

At her command, I pulled the wand out of her pussy and slowly pushed it into her asshole. Then I took my rock-hard rod and slid it back into her honey hole. I felt the vibrations on my dick, and on my balls, too.

Her snatch was tighter now, since the wand filled her up. It was an amazing feeling. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I was going to come hard and fast. She clenched her thighs around my body and screamed that she was going to come. Perfect timing. I bit down hard on her nipple and came deep inside her soaked pussy.

Things didn’t develop too seriously between me and Trish, but every now and again she’ll call and ask if I’m up for a game of H-O-R-S-E.

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