I just slept with my colleague who’s going through a tough divorce. I did 3 things in bed that he hasn’t done in nearly a decade

Okay, so guys, Part 1 (below) occurred very recently. Now, in almost record time, I have a VERY horny development.

I asked, simply, “did you play with yourself over those pictures?”

With his charm, I received a hand gesture showing 4 fingers.

“FOUR?” I was bright red AND beginning to get really wet.

“In one day.” He laughed.

Fuckkkkk. Okay. I’m going to skip ahead here. Things got very passionate, very fast. I made it clear that after work, I wanted him. He left 40 minutes early, went home, freshened up, and met up with me.

This will sound trashy. It was in his car. Yeah, I’m 37, and yet, I still without hesitation wanted car sex. He drove us to a remote place and along the way, my heart raced and all I thought about was pleasuring him.

Getting there, I couldn’t resist him. I undid my seat belt and started kissing him. It was hot and heavy. Off came my top. He began sucking my nipples and they were like bullets in seconds.

Unbuttoning his shorts, they came off and I saw an outline of a fucking big dick, lathered with pre cum through is boxers.

I pulled my denim shorts down, off around my ankles and wearing a pretty black frilly thong, I leaned over. Out popped his cock and I put it in my mouth immediately.

The poor fucking guy. The STRESS involved in his divorce. I wanted nothing more than to give him a new lease on life.

Horny mumblings, encouraged by me to be louder, finally resulted in something that stopped me in my tracks.

“She didn’t give me a blowjob in years, literally fucking years.” He outlined. I was gobsmacked. Like, speechless.

“That’s fucking awful” I said, deploying my skilled mouth down there yet again, barely coming up for air, giving him a sloppy two-handed treatment. It must’ve been a whopping 7”, neatly trimmed, with a slight curve that I HAD to sample in my pussy.

“I want to fuck you. I want to ride you and I hope you’ve got good suspension.” I joked.

He reached for his wallet, getting a condom.

“Always be prepared.” He said, smiling. While I appreciate the respect, this isn’t what I wanted.

A short conversation made him a little anxious, as he sported a semi, then saying he hasn’t had raw sex in years and years.

I highlighted, “I’m fine with it if you are.”

I’ve never seen a man SO glad to hear something, like, he’d obviously craved condom-less sex for YEARS.

I got on top of him, angling him in. His slight thickness took a few seconds, and I had my DDs pressed into his face. His seat, nicely reclined, resulted in me twerking my booty on the tip of his gorgeous cock.

Horny gushings of, “I haven’t felt this in so long.”

He certainly knew what to do with it. I creamed all over it, confessing I was close to cumming. The thrill was intense, and he slowed down, not wanting to blow his load.

“This is what you deserve.” Left my mouth, whispering into his ear as I nibbled on his earlobe.

I came. I came fucking HARD. Like, legs shaky, tougher than a post-leg day feeling.

“So close, literally on the edge.” He moaned.

“If you haven’t had a blowjob in years, I know you won’t have had this…” I hopped off and re-commended sucking.

It took just less than a minute. I felt the eruption of warm cum in my mouth, as his hips shook, almost like it was the first time he’d ever got a top quality blowjob.

"I thought girls only swallowed in porn." Made me giggle.

I’d never felt so proud in swallowing cum. The relief, the passion, and the ‘life gets fucking better’ after divorce vibe.

I took a swig of water, smiling, and laid back on the passenger seat with sex hair.

We spoke about all things ‘life’, and he suddenly shared, “I literally thought my sex life was over years ago. A thing of my 20s, completely gone.”

I don’t know if I’ll ever have the feeling of rejuvenating a good man’s sex life again, but if I don’t, that was one hell of a rush.