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I gave him my address and my number; not the office number.

I called Cathy back. We were going shopping.

To say I was nervous was an understatement. On one hand I was looking forward to just getting dressed up and going out. On the other hand, "Cathy, do you know the last time I had a date? I don't know how people act on a date these days."

Cathy helped me pick out a dress. Nothing too risqué. I was fifty-eight. I no longer did sexy, although it was kind of low-cut, but it didn't really show off my 34CCs.

Speaking of which, I don't want to say Karl neglected them, but the last few years, there wasn't a lot of foreplay. We just fucked or I sucked his cock, or both.

I have to admit that in the last five or six years I'd noticed a little sag, but I have to say in the first few years of our marriage, Karl couldn't get enough of them. Back then when I looked in a mirror, I was pleased with the way they looked. Even when the boys were teenagers and hid those girlie magazines under their mattress and I found them, I thought mine looked every bit as good as those centerfold girls.

"Lily, I know you haven't gotten laid since Karl died."

I blushed. I shared a lot of things with Cathy, but not my love life. She was right, however.

She continued, "if you don't plan on seeing him again, and just want to get laid you should sleep with him, but if you think he might be worth seeing again. I'd wait."

I waited. Dinner was fabulous. Jerry was good-looking, a lot of laughs and it felt so good to just get out and be with a man. I mean, Karl and I started dating in high school. I had very few dates before and of course, none after.

Jerry picked me up and when he drove me home, I gave him a kiss goodnight. "Thank you, Jerry. I had a wonderful time. I'd like to do it again." The kiss was just that a kiss; no tongue; no arms around his neck; no grinding.

First thing in the morning, Cathy called. "You answered the phone. You didn't get laid. Are you going to see him again?"

"I don't know. I had a great time, I hope so. Cathy, I have to be in the office this morning. I'll talk to you later."

I'd just gotten out of the shower when the phone rang again. I shook my head; I was certain it was Cathy, again.

It wasn't. "Lily, I had a great time last night. You said you'd like to see me again. How about dinner and a movie Friday night?"

My heart was pounding. "Jerry, that would be wonderful. Yes, last night was fun."

I called Cathy; I couldn't resist.

"We'll go shopping again and you should schedule a spa day. You want to look and feel your best."

Cathy surprised me when we went shopping. I picked out a dress, but then she led me to a lingerie shop in the mall. "No, no, no, I don't need anything like that."

"You will. It's time. Are you going to get a wax?"

I was shocked. Of course, I'd read that lots of women were doing that now a days. Not me. I'd never considered it. "Lily, you want to look your best," she giggled.

I didn't. I mean, yes, I wanted to look my best. I didn't get a wax. I'd never done much grooming down there. I was blonde and my bush was light brown. Karl never had any trouble finding his way in. Of course, as you know his tongue never found its way in.

Cathy picked out a sexy negligee for me. It was similar to the white one I wore on my wedding night, except it was black. It looked good again my pale complexion. It showed way too much for a woman my age. In the back of my mind I was thinking there was no way Jerry was going to see it. I wasn't ready.

Then I was, and he did see it, but not for long.

We had a burger and fries kind of dinner, and then laughed through a comedy. We held hands.

When he walked me to my door, we kissed. This time, I put my arms around him, and thanked him for a nice night. When he started with his tongue, I joined him. "Jerry, I want you to come in."

I led him to my family room. "There's a bar over here; fix yourself something to drink. I'll have a Bailey's on ice. I'm going to change into something more comfortable."

Yes, I put on the negligee that Cathy picked out. I don't want to say it showed off everything, but it showed off everything.

Back in the family room, Jerry and I sat on the couch, sipping our drinks. Before you knew it we were back to making out; using our tongues. His hands went to my boobs. And why shouldn't they. That negligee was so low cut, it was screaming ‘feel me up.' He did.

I can't tell you how good his hands felt; it had been so long.

The straps of the negligee were off my shoulders, and Jerry had full access to those 34CCs. He seemed to know what he was doing.

A few minutes later, I started to go for his belt buckle, but changed my mind. It's not what you think. "Jerry," I mumbled, taking my tongue out of his mouth, "I'd be much more comfortable in bed. Come with me."

I took him by the hand. Remember I said that he saw the negligee but not for long? When I stood up it fell to the floor. I stepped out of it and left it there. I don't know about you girls, but I wasn't wearing panties. The moment I decided to put on that negligee, I'd also made another decision that definitely did not require panties.

I was nervous; my heart was pounding. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to get laid.

I did, but it wasn't what you think.

I got in bed, and Jerry joined me after taking off everything but his boxers. His hands were back on my tits, and my hand went right to his crotch. There was a good-size bulge there, but it didn't seem any bigger than Karl's; the only one I'd ever known.

I worked my hand inside the waistband. I sighed slightly as I felt his hardness.

He smiled at me, "that's from enjoying these beauties."

"At my age, I'm pleased I can still do that to a man. Jerry, I haven't been with a man since before Karl died. I want to, but be gentle and don't expect too much."

"I promise." His hand slid down to my pussy. I was already a little damp, but certainly not ready.

My husband, even after years and years of guiding his fingers to where I liked it, still didn't get it right. More often than not he'd stick a finger in there, sometimes two. I'm not saying my husband wasn't a good lover; I just didn't know any better.

Jerry seemed to know exactly where his fingers belonged. I began to moan softly and sigh. "Like that, Jerry. Oh, that's it. Hmmmm."

Meanwhile, I was stroking his cock.

My friend Cathy on occasion complained that her date that weekend had been quick on the trigger. I wasn't exactly sure what she meant. When Karl and I fucked, or I blew him, I was satisfied, but I didn't have anything to compare.

Anyhow, I was enjoying Jerry's finger, and the feeling of his hard cock in my hand. "Lily, I think we both know we're not going to be satisfied just doing what we're doing."

"You're right, Jerry. I think I'm as ready as I'm going to be." I took a deep breath, and spread my legs wider for him.

Jerry kissed my breasts with his tongue. "Lily, they're beautiful. You know when I was young I got married."

"You told me you were married, but . . ."

His tongue was still doing my nipples. "What I didn't tell you was that she was twenty-five years my senior, and taught me many things about making love to a woman."

Jerry started kissing me lower. My stomach, my belly button. "She taught me to never make love to her without first . . ."

Now, he was between my legs. Of course, I knew what he was doing. Just because Karl never ate me, doesn't mean I didn't know about cunnilingus. I just couldn't believe he'd want to. "Are you sure?"

"I'm positive."

It wasn't long before I was feeling something I'd never felt in thirty years of marriage. Not that I'd never had an orgasm, although I have to admit they were few and far between. It was the softness of Jerry's tongue on my pussy. It was the whole idea of a man making love to me like Jerry was making love to me.

Karl never made me feel like Jerry was making me feel and we'd only been in bed fifteen minutes or so, and he hadn't got to my special spot. You know the one my husband rarely found, but I was certain Jerry would. He was taking his time, and I'd enjoyed every second his finger played with my pussy and his tongue played with my nipples. Now this.

I was still exploring his cock from his cockhead to his balls. I liked the feel of his hardness in my hand.

Then it happened, it was like a thunderbolt, shaking me to the core. His tongue found my special spot; a few moments later I was spasming; rolling around on the bed, but at the same time making sure his tongue didn't leave my special spot. I held his head in my hands. "Ooooooooh, ooooooooh, oooooooooh, Jerry."

He mumbled, but I heard him clearly, "Lily, I've never tasted a pussy so sweet."

"Jerry, oooooh, Jerry, keep licking me; keep licking my pussy just like that. I'm so close, Jerry, so close, don't stop. Oooooooooh, ooooooooooh, yeah. Ooooooooooh, oooooooh, yeah."

I came one more time. I was beside myself with joy. "Thank you, Jerry. It's time, Jerry, I want it. I am so ready." The truth was that what I really wanted was to suck his cock. I always loved that when I got in the state I was in now, but when I put on that black negligee, I knew I was going to fuck him. However, I had no intention of blowing him on our first night together.

It was difficult, especially after what he'd just done to me. "Fuck me, Jerry."

He didn't waste any time. He moved up, kissed my breasts, both of them. "Lily, they are beautiful," and just like that I could feel his cock probing. I reached down and guided it in.

"Hmmmmm, oh God, Jerry, your cock feels so good. Give me more, give me all of it." He pushed in slowly. I moved my ass, trying to take more.His cock wasn't in all the way before I started moving faster beneath him. I mean I moved my ample ass faster. I wasn't intentionally trying to fuck him; I just wanted more of his cock.

Jerry joined me, and we bounced around on the bed. Moaning and grunting. Since the twins were born, I thought my ass had gotten bigger; too big. Now, I thought it was giving Jerry a good fuck.

I don't want to say it was the best fuck I'd ever had. That wouldn't be fair. I mean over thirty years of marriage how many times did Karl and I fuck? Two, three, four times a week except during the last months of my pregnancy and a few months thereafter. There were a few that were memorable, but in this moment, with Jerry slamming his cock in and out of my pussy, and my big ass bouncing off the bed, I couldn't imagine anything better.

Then it did get better, Jerry slowed down, and whispered in my ear, "Lily, I've never had a fuck like this, but I'd like nothing more than to eat your sweet pussy again; use my tongue to make you cum again. Tell me you want me to eat you."

I was shocked the first time Jerry went down on me. Now, I was stunned. I didn't want his cock to leave my pussy; fucking was so good and it had been so long. However, I had to admit there was nothing like his tongue. Like I said, I'd had orgasms; not all that many, but none like the ones his tongue gave me.

You might think this was a hard decision. It wasn't. "Jerry, your tongue was so good to my pussy, Yes, oh yes, eat me again. Tell me how good my pussy is to eat."

Remember, I'd always wondered why my husband never ate me. Did my pussy smell? Did it taste bad?

Jerry was telling me that none of that was true.

In a few minutes, I was in orgasmic heaven again. Jerry mumbled, "Lily, I've never had a more delicious pussy." And he kept eating.

I had to beg him to fuck me. Maybe not beg, but demand.

We fell asleep in each other's arms. We both woke up; it was 2AM.

"You wore me out." Jerry said.

"Are you ready to be worn out again?"

"Of course, I am. Let me start with a taste of your delicious pussy. That'll get us both in the mood," he smiled.

"Really, Jerry? You know I'm still all yucky from last night."

"You mean your pussy is all juicy from last night?" There was that smile again.

And then he went down on me.

It was as if Jerry thought that my pussy, the taste of my pussy was the greatest thing. He made me cum and then he was on top of me. On top of me with his cock trying to fuck me. Like before, I guided it in.

Funny, at least I thought it was. His cock had to be guided in, but his tongue knew the way.

Like earlier, the fucking was phenomenal. We just fucked the shit out of each other; my ass bouncing up and down on the bed. His cock slamming in and out.

"Oh baby, keep giving it to me. ‘Your cock, oh your cock, oh your cock."

"Did I mention how sweet your pussy is? I'm going to want to eat it again."

"Not now. Keep fucking me, please."

Jerry did eat me, but not until morning.

I mean in the morning I took a shower and when I came back to bed, Jerry was wide awake and waiting. "Lily, I know I told you your pussy was delicious, but in the daylight, I have to say, I've never seen a more beautiful pussy."

It was almost embarrassing the way he was looking at it. My OB/GYN didn't look at my vagina like that.

Then, he started.

It was the most incredible morning of my life. Jerry ate and ate. I came and came. I begged for his cock; I insisted on his cock; I demanded his cock.

His response was to massage my clitoris with his tongue one more time. Then one more time. And one more time.

I promised myself I wasn't going to blow him our first night together, but if he asked, my mouth would have been all over his cock.

TO BE CONTINUED

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