After twenty one years of marriage, and of being with the same man since I'd lost my virginity to him, I found myself faced with divorce papers. Attracted to a young assistant in his office, she and my husband had an affair, resulting in the slut getting knocked up. Choosing the young pussy over mine, the bastard had divorce papers served on me a short time after he discovered he was going to be a daddy again. Not only was I crushed, but so were our three kids, our twenty-one year old and eighteen year old sons, and our baby, our seventeen year old daughter. Falling into a deep depression, I soon realized I needed to pull my ass out of my self-sorrow for the sake of my kids and be a mother to them.
My children soon became the focal point of my life, so that I could be the best mother I could be to them. Attending every event of any activity in which they participated, they each knew they had my total support. My reward for making them the foremost priority in my life was sweet; our bonds grew much stronger as they recognized the difficulties we faced, and they appreciated my dedication to them.
Although I loved being their mother there was something missing. My life and household were the best they could be, but I was missing something which had always been a fabulous part of my life … a sex life. My vibrator was working overtime, but it just wasn’t enough, and deep down inside I knew I needed something more, much more!
One night while enjoying a relaxing night at home, drinking wine with my best friend Terry, our conversation turned to sex. Terry was still married, and started complaining about how sex had become a job for her. She told me she doesn’t initiate it at all anymore, and at times doesn't even enjoy it. She does it because she knows he wants to get off, and it seems that is all he ever wants to do anymore, get off, roll over, and fall asleep. "He could care less about my needs, as long as he shoots his rocks off; it is just so frustrating,” she intimated.
I listened quietly then simply said, “Hell, I wish I had that problem.”
Terry looked at me and I could see her face light up in shock. “Donna, you mean you’re not sexually active?”
I hung my head down and quietly muttered out a simple “No.”
“Donna have you been with anyone since you’ve been divorced?”
Again I hung my head, and softly said, “No.”
Terry yelled out, “What the fuck is wrong with you, WOMAN! You’re a thirty-six year old, beautiful woman; you need a man...hell, you need men in your life. You should be fucking all the hot men you meet, being wild and naughty as often as you can with whomever you want.”
I just smiled at her, and said, "My kids have lost one parent; I need to focus on them so they do not lose another one."
“Are you fucking crazy?” Terry shouted. “You have young adults, you do not have kids. They will be perfectly fine. They need to understand that Mom has her needs also.”
The night ended with Terry telling me that we were going to have to get some of the other girls together and have a night out. I just smiled and said “Okay, sure,” knowing, like always, Terry will say things like that but never follow through, and we would never go out.
As she left I sat there finishing my glass of wine. One thing did stick in my mind about what Terry had said; she was right, my kids are not kids, they are young adults and, well, I guess I do need to quit hovering. In doing so, I would have a substantial amount of time to begin to enjoy my private life, satisfying some of my own needs, even if that only amounted to sharing some time with male company. After finishing my wine I walked to my bedroom. I stood in the middle of the room looking into the full length mirror on my closet doors. I thought to myself, "Terry was right, I am only thirty six", and it registered in my brain that I wasn't washed up. My hands caressed my 38DD breasts and the globes of my still firm ass. I smiled to myself thinking, "I guess I could still turn a man on."
I undressed and crawled into bed, reaching to the night stand for my trusty vibrator, and I gave it its normal workout before I fell asleep.
Over the next few weeks I became more aware of the men around me. I realized that there were any number of men that I came in contact with that I might enjoy spending some time with, and, who knows, perhaps even share some romantic time. And maybe some that perhaps I might just like to bed.
To my surprise, about three weeks later I got a phone call from Terry. She explained that the girls couldn’t agree on a free night to go out, so she decided to say fuck them all, and we will just go out clubbing. She asked if I was free this upcoming Friday night. I told her this would work, in that the kids all had plans for the weekend, we should plan on going out Friday.
Friday came, and, as I was getting dressed, I first picked out a conservative floral design dress, thinking to myself, "I do love this dress, but it looks like I should be going to church, not a club."
Going back to my closet, I started looking for clothes that would make some heads turn. I finally picked out the outfit for the night; it was a tight, short, black skirt, and a white low-cut blouse, coupled with a white lacy half-bra that pushed the boobs up, making sure I showed a lot of cleavage. I didn’t wear any panties, which is not that unusual for me over the past few years. I chose a pair of black heels that helped accent my legs and ass. I stood there in front of the mirror, looking myself up and down; I smiled, enjoying the sexy creature looking back at me.
Terry and I arranged to meet at the club at nine. As I parked my car and began to make my way towards the entrance, I heard Terry call my name as she crossed the parking lot. “Perfect timing,” I told her as she approached.
Terry smiled and said, “Yes, it is.” She greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, and taking in the full view of my outfit commented, “Damn you look hot, I am glad you came looking for action,” she joked. Although I had butterflies in my stomach, she wasn’t too far off. I hadn't dealt with the dating scene for many years, but I knew it was time to put myself out there and enjoy life again.
Terry and I entered the club and made our way to an open table. I could feel eyes checking me out as we walked to our table, realizing that I rather enjoyed being checked out by the numerous hot men enjoying themselves. We sat down, ordered a drink, and looked around the club to see if we knew anyone.
As I looked around the club, I noticed Tyler, a very successful businessman in our area whom I had met a few times before, when I was with the ex at various dinner parties. Our eyes met, and we exchanged smiles.
Terry and I were enjoying ourselves, and did not pay much attention to the others around us, until Tyler walked over to our table. Standing six-foot five, and very toned and muscular, he was quite attractive. He offered each of us a drink, and, after introductions, we enjoyed the cocktail, and the small talk between the three of us flowed easily.
We were laughing and enjoying ourselves as I looked at Terry; she had a smirk on her face, which was showing her approval. Suddenly, Terry reached into her purse and took out her cell phone. Looking at the number, she excused herself as she went off to answer it. A minute or two later she returned, telling me she had to go, as there was an emergency at home. I started to stand so that I could go with her; she stopped me and told me to stay, that there was no reason for me to cut my night short. She looked Tyler in the eye and asked, “You wouldn’t mind keeping Donna company would you?”
Tyler quickly replied that it would be his pleasure. She smiled and thanked him. I excused myself, and told Tyler I was going to walk Terry to her car and would be right back. As I walked Terry to her car I asked what the emergency was. She told me there wasn’t any. She just wanted to go and give me some alone time with that handsome man. She smiled at me and said, "This is your night to get back in the saddle. You have no excuses; he is a very attractive, eligible man."
I told her, “No promises; we’ll see how it goes." I kissed Terry on the cheek and said good night to her.
“I’ll call you tomorrow afternoon,” she said, as she drove off.
I returned to Tyler, who immediately got up and pulled my chair out for me. I thought to myself, “Hmm a gentleman, that is rare; one point for him.”
Acknowledging my divorce, he explained that he was able to identify with the challenges I was facing, since his marriage broke up a few years back.
We enjoyed talking and dancing, and soon noticed the place was emptying out. Wow! I couldn’t believe how the evening had flown by due to having such an enjoyable time; two points for Tyler.
We finished our drinks and left the club. Tyler walked me to my car. He had been a perfect gentleman all evening; …..three points for Tyler. As we got to my car, Tyler asked me if I would mind if he called me, and suggested that maybe we could have dinner one night. I smiled, and told him that would be nice.
He kissed me softly on the cheek and said good night. He started to walk away from me - and I really don’t know where this came from, but I yelled out, “Thank you!”
Tyler stopped and looked back, with a puzzled look on his face. “Thank you for a wonderful evening. You have been great company, and, to be honest, I really don’t want it to end. I know it’s late, but would you like to come over for some coffee or another drink.”
Tyler smiled from ear to ear and told me, “I would love to.”
He followed me home.