Three months ago my wife and I separated, and we are now in the midst of a divorce.

I was feeling a little sorry for myself last Sunday afternoon when a close friend of mine, Stan, called and asked me to join him and his longtime girlfriend, Candace, for a drive and dinner at a park in a neighboring state. Eager to get out of the lonesome house, I quickly agreed and we were on our way.

During the course of the afternoon Stan and Candace made several jokes regarding my lack of a sex life over the past three months, and the abundance of their own sexual activity. In my current state of deprivation all the talk of sex soon found me with an erection pressing against my trousers. But as has been the case of late, that fellow down there was all dressed up with nowhere to go.

The three of us enjoyed a nice dinner together, and on the way home we stopped off at a country bakery. After a long day and some good times, I dropped my friends off at Candace’s house and headed home. On the way I was cut off by some moron while trying to reenter the freeway. As I braked, a bag of pastries from the country bakery came sliding out from under the seat. Written on the outside of the bag were the words, “The gentleman who returns this package to me will receive a reward much sweeter than its contents.” I got off the freeway at the next exit and was on my way back to Candace’s house with a ready rock-hard cock.

Candace seemed pleased but a little surprised when she opened the door. “I was hoping you would come,” she said, “but I didn’t think it would be this soon. Your timing is great. Stan just left; he’s teaching an early class in the morning.” With a sweet smile she continued, “I hope your timing is just as good for the rest of the night.”

She reached out for my hand and led me back to her bedroom, the scene of so many of the fantasies that had played out in my mind earlier in the day. Without another word our arms and lips were tightly locked. My long-dormant cock pressed against her, hoping to be set free for an appointment with something beside my right hand.

Candace steadied my nervous hands as I fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, and then guided them to the catch on the front of her bra. As I peeled back the D cups, they revealed two of the most spectacular breasts I had ever seen. The “wow” that I uttered was as much a reflex as anything else. I lightly ran my hands over those breasts, softly exploring her nipples, which she told me had been hard since she had heard my car in the driveway. Unable to resist, I moved my mouth down along her soft neck to those luscious globes. First running my tongue slowly around one nipple, then the other, I began to suck them like an infant who’d been separated from his mother for a week.

Candace reached down and peeled my shirt off over my head, my mouth barely breaking contact with her breasts long enough to let the shirt pass. I began to reach my hand between her legs, where I could feel the damp anticipation of what was to come seeping through. My hands quickly found her belt and zipper, and in a matter of moments she was kicking her trousers off her right leg and across the room, where they landed on Kitty the cat, who had been enjoying the action until that point. I gently eased Candace, in only her panties, back onto the bed, while I dropped my trousers and shorts to reveal the source of the bulge in my pants.

Candace sat up, and with her tongue began hungrily to clean the drops of pre-come off the head of my manhood. Her hand and mouth worked at first slowly, then more quickly up and down my shaft. As I felt the surge in my loins begin to build, I told her I was about to come, and with that she squeezed my cock, holding back the flood of semen I had in store for her tonsils. “Not yet,” she breathlessly whispered. “I have bigger plans for you.”

Now it was my turn to have my appetite satisfied. I eased off her panties as my mouth resumed its acquaintance with her firm, erect nipples. I moved slowly down her stomach to the crest of her pubic hair. I traced its outline with my tongue and then slowly ran it down the inside of first her right thigh, then her left. Down her left thigh I didn’t stop at the knee, but licked the back of it and then headed down along her calf to her ankle and finally to her toes, which I gently sucked one by one until I had sucked on all ten of her imaginary little cocks.

My task there complete, I worked my way back up her right calf and thigh to the true object of my intentions, her soft, warm, wet cunt. Gently I separated its folds with my tongue, lightly penetrating it. Finding her clit, I outlined it softly with my tongue before capturing it with my lips and gently sucking it. Her moans told me I was right on the mark. As I increased the intensity, I could feel her back begin to arch as she shivered through the first of what would be countless orgasms on this night of pleasure. Again and again she cried out as wave after wave of orgasmic delight shook her body.

Finally she begged me to stop and impale her with my rock-hard erection. I mounted her, slowly teasing the opening of her pussy with the head of my cock, rubbing it against her clit like a human vibrator. She came again before I even plunged it inside her. From that point on it would be one orgasm after another in rapid succession, as I placed her wide-spread legs up on my shoulders and drove my cock home into its long-anticipated reward. And then, after nearly three months of shooting my load into a Kleenex or the shower drain, at last I exploded into Candace’s heaving pussy. Exhausted, we lay together in each other’s arms.

As the night wore on, we renewed our passion time and time again in every way imaginable. I came in her mouth, on her breasts, on her beautiful ass, and again in her hot, wet cunt. When we at last did fall asleep it was only to rest up for one more encounter in the morning before I had to shower and head home to get ready for work.

I won’t tell you how the rest of the story turns out, but I will tell you that Stan was late for his class, as he had been hiding in the closet and was too intimidated to come out until after I left.