Sunlight streamed into the bedroom from the French doors leading to the deck. I stretched my arms over my head, waking from a night that rekindled feelings I hadn’t had in years. Looking at Kelly sleeping beside me, I smiled, taking in her beautiful naked body. She was on her back with the covers down to her waist. Her full, round breasts sagged to her sides, their size unable to defy gravity. The soft mounds that I had enjoyed last night were firm, but didn’t stand out on her chest as my late wife’s smaller breasts did.

I rolled onto my side, propped my head on my hand, and continued gazing at Kelly. I couldn’t help wondering how she would feel about our night of sex when she woke up. After meeting at our friends’ wedding, Kelly and I spent the evening together. We danced, talked about our lives, and reconnected. While we talked, I shared things about my life I hadn’t told anyone since my wife lost her life in a senseless accident. While spending time with Kelly, I felt my self-imposed armor break down.

Kelly told me about her failed marriage to her ex, Bob, and how, like me, she became reclusive and withdrawn. I smiled when I remembered her talking about fate and how we were brought together again after ten years. She openly shared that her past sex life was mundane at best.

I, on the other hand, had been introduced to sex by two aggressive women. The first was my high school girlfriend, April. She led me into the world of sex, guiding me with her requests and actions. The second was my late wife, Kathy. Her no-holes-barred attitude and adventurous nature weren’t as shocking as April’s, but that was because I had experience when we met. Kathy and I had sex the first night we met and never looked back.

Now I was in bed with Kelly. A woman who, before last night, had only had mediocre sex in the missionary position. Last night, I introduced her to new positions and the pleasure of receiving oral sex. She willingly blew me, but had never felt a tongue against her pussy. I was more than happy to go down on Kelly, dining on her sex before and after we fucked.

Kathy had introduced me to eating a cream pie one night after a round of sex. When I finished coming in her, she turned around and sucked my slick cock, cleaning our juices from it and my balls. While slurping on my dick, Kathy straddled my head and pressed her creamy pussy against my face. It shocked me, but I relented and licked her pussy, tasting my cum. It wasn’t the first time I had tasted it, but eating it from Kathy’s pussy was different from licking it from my fingers after jacking off. After the first time we used our mouths on each other after fucking, it became a welcome part of our sexual play. She asked if I was interested in getting semen from the source, and I told her I wasn’t.

Kelly stirred and moved. Her eyes remained closed as she scratched the underside of her breasts. When her eyes opened, and she saw me gazing at her, Kelly smiled. I half expected her to pull the covers over her bare chest, but she didn’t.

“Good morning, Kelly. Did you sleep well?” I said.

She nodded and turned onto her side, facing me. “How are you this morning, Andy?”

“I’m good. Happy, and a little confused.”

Kelly grinned. “I think I know why you’re happy. Hopefully for the same reason I am. Why are you confused?”

“I’m trying to sort out my feelings. It seems my life and thinking did a one-eighty last night. I went from being a self-proclaimed hermit to spending the night with you and enjoying sex again. Before seeing you at the wedding and renewing our friendship, sex wasn’t on my horizon. I wasn’t sure that I’d ever feel as I’m feeling again.”

Kelly put her hand on my head, leaned close, and kissed me. The kiss was brief, but welcome.

“Why not let go and see where we go, Andy? I know I’m ready if you are.” Kelly chuckled. “Last night, I discovered what sex should be like. I’ve read about things in the books I read, but didn’t think I’d ever experience them, or if they were real.”

“Are you put off by anything we did last night?”

“Not in the least.”

I nodded and sat up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. “I’ll be right back. Nature calls.”

Kelly nodded. “Hurry, I have to go, too.”

I used the bathroom, washed my hands and face, and returned to the bedroom. Kelly got up, remaining naked as she headed to the bathroom. When she came back, she hugged me.

“We’re going to be fine, Andy. Can a girl get a cup of coffee around here?”

I laughed and led Kelly to the kitchen. While I prepared the coffeemaker, she looked around, commenting on my country kitchen while she sat at the island counter, watching me. When the coffee maker finished, I poured two mugs and gave one to Kelly.

“You have a beautiful home, Andy. The design is unique,” Kelly said.

“I worked with an architect to design what I wanted. We combined ideas from several floor plans for the final design. I wanted something open and airy rather than the norm.”

“You succeeded, from what I’ve seen so far. It seemed both of us were on a mission when we arrived last night. I’m not sure about you, but for me, it was mission accomplished. At the risk of being repetitive, last night you treated me to the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“I was surprised to learn you’d never had someone go down on you.” I chuckled. “It seemed you enjoyed it.”

Kelly nodded and started to say something, but stopped. She grinned and said, “I don’t remember.”

I laughed. “I’ll happily remind you.”

Kelly sipped her coffee and held the mug in both hands. She turned it slowly on the counter, staring into the dark liquid. Without looking up, she sighed.

“Andy, I’m worried about how you must feel and think about me. Last night, I did things and experienced things I never thought I would. I don’t know what came over me when I asked you to bring me home. I’ve read about women who meet a man and have sex with them the first time they meet.

“In some of the stories, they refer to themselves as sluts and are willing to be used and abused by a stranger. While the stories are titillating, I never thought they were real. Now I’m questioning myself and fear you feel I’m one of the wanton sluts I’ve read about.”

I put my hand on Kelly’s back and rubbed it. “Kelly, I don’t think you’re anything except a beautiful woman who, like me, let go and allowed herself to enjoy companionship. I’m not going to try dissecting what happened between us last night. I feel what we did was mutual and that we both needed and enjoyed it.

“While I fell asleep last night, my only thoughts were of getting together and moving on together. If having sex bothers you, I’d be completely happy with a platonic relationship if that’s what you want. Spending time and getting to know you better is more important than losing you because of sex.”

“I want to spend time and get to know you better, too, Andy. The thing that’s bothering me is how much I loved what we did and you did to me last night. You did things I’d only dreamed of. You introduced me to new positions, oral sex.” Kelly chuckled. “Receiving, not giving, and fucked me longer than I thought possible.

“The more I think about it, the more I realize I want more. I want you to teach me about things I don’t know, and learn new things with you. I want to tear down the barriers that have held me back and become sexually free.”

I moved my hand up Kelly’s back, pulled her mouth to mine, and kissed her. Looking into her eyes, I smiled and said, “I think we’re going to get along just fine. Like you, I’m ready to reclaim my life and stop living as a recluse. I want to rediscover the wonder and joy of being with a woman, and I want to do it with you.

“You said you want to be sexually free. I want to be sexually free again. I don’t know if you want to talk about your past or hear about mine. I will tell you that Kathy was a very sexually aggressive woman.” I laughed. “She took me to bed and screwed me the night we met. We started going together, fell in love, and got married. I don’t think that the words no or not now were in her vocabulary.”

Kelly smiled. “Andy, I want to know anything about you that you’re willing to share. I want my life to be an open book, and I will tell you almost anything you want to know about me and my past. I know I can’t replace Kathy or be her, but I want to be me. You said your marriage was sexually satisfying. My experience with Bob was sex on Saturday night, if he was sober enough.

“If I added all my time with him together, you made love to me longer than he did in a year.” Kelly chuckled. “Your staying power surprised me. When we went to bed, I expected we’d have about twenty minutes of sex before you were finished. Boy, was I ever wrong!”

Kelly got up and refilled our mugs. She took hers to the French doors and looked outside. I got up and followed her when she opened the doors and stepped out onto the deck. We stood at the wide railing, looking at the pool.

“If you invite me over again, I’ll have to bring a bathing suit so I can use your pool,” Kelly said.

I laughed. “You don’t need a suit. I don’t wear one when I swim.”

“You go skinny-dipping?”

“Yup.”

“What about when you have company?” Kelly asked.

“Other than my parents, you’re the only person who has been here, Kelly.” I laughed. “I didn’t swim when Mom and Dad were here.”

“Do your parents still live in their house in the neighborhood?”

“No. They retired and moved to New Mexico. Mom doesn’t like the winters here.”

I didn’t tell Kelly that when I received the settlement from the lawsuit, I gave my parents two million dollars. They used the money to retire, sold their house, and moved. I had planned to fly to New Mexico to visit them, but hadn’t.

Taking Kelly’s hand, I led her down the outside steps to the patio. I took her coffee and put it on the table next to mine. She started laughing as I put my arm around her, moved her to the pool, and we jumped in. We milled around in the refreshing water for a few minutes. I moved in front of her and put my arms around Kelly.

“This is great! I’ve never gone skinny-dipping before. I can see why you like it,” Kelly said.

Pulling her against me, I kissed Kelly. She relaxed and moaned when I pushed my tongue into her mouth. “This is my first time swimming with a naked woman since Kathy passed. I hope it’s the first of many.”

“I hope so, too.”

We spent a few more minutes in the pool, hugging and kissing. Usually, I would swim lengths of the pool for exercise, but it wasn’t happening on this warm Sunday morning. Leaving the pool, I took Kelly to the outdoor shower. I took two towels from a waterproof cabinet, hung them on hooks, and guided her into the stall. I turned on the water, letting it get warm before pulling Kelly under the overhead showerhead. In addition to the overhead showerhead, I had an adjustable showerhead on a long chrome hose.

“This shower is great, Andy.” Kelly laughed. “More firsts for me. My first time skinny-dipping and the first time showering outside.”

Rubbing my soapy hands over her body, I nodded. “I hope we can discover many firsts together.”

While we washed each other, I spent a few extra minutes making sure her breasts and crotch were clean. She did the same to my genitals, chuckling when my cock grew in her hand. Before she stopped, Kelly stroked my hard shaft for a few moments.

We rinsed and dried ourselves before going to the patio table to get our coffee. Kelly walked around the patio, looking at my outdoor kitchen.

“What’s that?” Kelly asked while pointing at the cover of the hot tub.

I went to the tub and removed the cover. “It’s a sunken hot tub.”

“Do you use it?”

“Yeah, but not often. Maybe you’d like to try it with me,” I said.

Kelly nodded. “I want to try everything with you.”

I took Kelly’s hand and walked to one of the double-wide reclining lounges on the patio. I found the sturdy wooden lounges at a pool store and bought four of them for my patio. The lounges had thick pads, and the backs reclined, allowing them to be configured as a chair with a straight back or a flat bed. The adjustments allowed the back to be set at several angles.

Kelly and I lay side by side on the lounge. I started kissing her, and she kissed me in return. She moaned into my mouth and gently sucked my tongue when I ran my hand over her breasts. Taking a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I rolled it and felt it harden. She worked a hand between our bodies and wrapped her fingers around my cock.

We kissed and touched for a few minutes before I trailed my hand down to her crotch and rubbed her pussy. She tightened her grip on my dick when I slipped a finger between her labia and into her vagina. As I moved my finger in her pussy, she wiggled and humped against my hand. Lowering my head, I trapped a nipple between my lips and sucked it.

Kelly held my head against her chest with one hand while stroking my cock with the other. After paying equal attention to both of her breasts, I headed lower on her body. I shifted on the lounge, knelt between her legs, and pushed them open and up. She squealed as I used my tongue to lick her labia and clit. I added two fingers, sliding them into her as she writhed beneath me. After about ten minutes of my oral assault, Kelly came. Her body shook, and she clamped my head between her thighs as her orgasm ripped through her. When her body relaxed, and her legs flopped to my sides, I moved up and kissed her.

Before she had recovered completely, I rubbed my glans against her crotch and slipped it into her pussy. Kelly groaned and hugged me as I moved my dick in and out of her wet pussy.

“Oh my god, the things you do to me,” Kelly chanted.

“You have a nice, tight pussy, and I love fucking you,” I said. I wanted to test her acceptance of dirty talk while having sex.

April was virtually silent when we fucked, whereas Kathy was very vocal. My late wife loved shouting instructions and begging me to do what she wanted.

“I’m glad you like it, Andy. Fuck my tight pussy. Pound me with your cock,” Kelly said.

“Like this?” I said as I increased the power of my thrusting. I slowed down. “Or do you want it slow?”

“I don’t care as long as you fuck me.”

I changed positions, putting Kelly on her hands and knees so I could fuck her from behind. I pumped my cock into her pussy and gripped her hips for leverage. She rocked her body, slamming her ass back against my hips. When I felt my climax building, I pulled out of her, turned her around, and offered my cock to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around my shaft, sucking me while bobbing her head.

Kelly gagged a little when my cock went too deep, but she was relentless. I told her to play with my balls, and she did, never slowing the blow job she was giving me. When I was close to coming, I warned Kelly.

“I’m close to coming,” I said.

Kelly moaned and doubled her efforts. My cock swelled as I sent several spurts of semen into her mouth. She pulled back, clamping her lips just behind my glans as my dick pulsed a few more times. When my ejaculation stopped, she ran her tongue over the head, removed her mouth, and swallowed.

Sitting on her heels, Kelly smiled at me and licked her lips. I leaned close and kissed her, tasting the ruminates of my cum. She didn’t hesitate to part her lips when I pushed my tongue into her mouth.

“I can’t get over how you’re willing to kiss me after I suck your cock, or eat my pussy after fucking me and coming in me. Don’t you have any limits?” Kelly said.

“I have a few. I don’t want to engage in water sports, sex with a man, anything that involves too much pain, or leaves permanent marks. Other than those things, I’m pretty open,” I said.

Kelly smiled and nodded. “I agree with most of those.” She chuckled. “I like sex with you, and you’re all man. One thing that puts me off is the idea of having sex with an animal. I’ve read about water sports and have no desire to be peed on or pee on anyone. I don’t know my pain tolerance. I’ve never done anything that hurt, but I have fantasized about being bound.”

“Maybe I’ll tie you up and have my way with you,” I said.

“Maybe I’ll like it. You can spank my butt if you don’t do it too hard.” Kelly put her hand on my face. “I can’t believe how easy it is to talk to you about these things. Bob never wanted to talk about sex or hear about what I wanted. Basically, he didn’t want to talk to me about anything.”

“That’s dumb. How does anyone know what someone wants if they don’t talk? No one is a mind reader. It’s fun to try things to see how your partner reacts, but it’s also necessary to talk. I think talking about your wants and desires is important, and you shouldn’t feel ashamed when you do.”

“I don’t feel ashamed when I talk to you. You make it easy to open up and share my feelings.”

I smiled and nodded. “As tasty as your pussy is, I need food. Let’s go in and have breakfast.”

“Sounds good to me, Andy.”

We went up to the kitchen. I removed a carton of eggs and a package of bacon from the refrigerator and placed them on the counter. Kelly refilled our mugs with hot coffee and asked what she could do. I pointed at the breadbox and said she could make toast when it was time. I grabbed two frying pans and put them on the burners of the stove. After placing the bacon in one of the pans, I turned on the flame and grabbed my apron.

“Cute ass,” Kelly said as I tied the apron behind my back.

“Thanks. I wear an apron when I cook things that splatter,” I said.

Kelly chuckled. “How often do you run around naked?”

Glancing at Kelly, I said, “Most of the time. I like the freedom of being naked.”

“So, does that mean you’re a nudist?”

“I like to be nude, but I think of myself as a naturist, not a nudist. It’s about being natural, not naked.”

“How long have you been doing it? You have the perfect home for someone who likes to be naked.”

“Kathy and I started soon after we married. It wasn’t easy because we lived in an apartment, so when I decided to build a house, I bought the property to be private.”

Kelly started chuckling. “This is the longest I’ve gone without dressing. You’re right, it’s great being natural, or whatever you want to call it.”

“You’re welcome to go naked anytime you’re here. I like seeing your sexy body and big tits.”

Kelly came over to the stove and stood behind me while I cooked the bacon. She wrapped her arms around my waist and leaned against my back. Moving a hand lower, she slipped it under my apron and fondled my genitals.

“Why do I feel so comfortable with you? I’ve never talked like I have or felt so at ease. You make me feel wanted. I’m not only talking about sex, it’s the other things too. I had never thought about showering with Bob, yet I loved doing it with you. When I’m naked, you don’t make snide remarks about my body.

“Last night, and this morning on the patio when we had sex, I was able to enjoy it and not feel obligated. You made me feel my thoughts and desires were important.”

“Your thoughts and desires are important, Kelly. I don’t want you to feel sex is an obligation or expected. While I have enjoyed everything we’ve done so far, it wouldn’t be enjoyable to me unless you enjoyed it too. I feel two people should have an equal stake in most things, but especially sex.”

I moved away from the stove, grabbed a plate, and covered it with a couple of layers of paper towel so I could drain the bacon. When I asked Kelly to start the toast, she released my cock and took the loaf of rye bread from the breadbox.

After transferring the bacon from the frying pan to the plate, I poured a small amount of the drippings into the pan for the eggs.

“How do you like your eggs, Kelly? I like mine over easy,” I said.

“That’s fine with me.”

I cracked four eggs into the pan and took a spatula from a drawer. When they were ready, I carefully flipped the eggs over, being careful not to break the yolks. Kelly finished the toast and asked where I kept the plates. I pointed to a cupboard and she took two plates from the shelf.

Once everything was ready, we sat at the island counter to eat. I had a table and chairs, but I seldom used them.

“This is great, Andy. You’re a good cook,” Kelly said.

“Thanks. I like cooking. In some ways, I think I’m a wannabe chef. I learned to cook from my mom. Kathy and I used to prepare our meals together.”

“It’s nice that you cook. I think most bachelors eat out more often than cook.”

“I like eating at a restaurant, but it isn’t much fun alone. I’m more comfortable eating at home.”

“I eat out or get carry-out too often. I like to cook, but it’s a hassle cooking for one. I always make too much and eat leftovers for several days,” Kelly said.

“It can be hard to make the right amount of food. I like leftovers of certain things, but I try to plan it so I only have enough for one meal. I do a lot of steaks, burgers, chicken, and ribs on the grill.”

Kelly grinned. “I cook a lot of microwave meals. They're easy, and the portions are good for one person.”

“I have a microwave, but I don’t use it much. I don’t like how the food tastes when you reheat or cook it in a microwave. I’d rather reheat things on the stove or in the oven,” I said.

Kelly nodded. “I agree about how microwaved food tastes, but it’s convenient. By the time I get home from work, I just want to put on comfortable clothes and relax.”

“I can understand, it was the same for me when I worked in an office. Working from home allows me to set my own hours. I usually start at nine thirty when the stock market opens and shut down when it closes at four.”

“I try to get to the office by eight thirty. I start at nine and work until five.”

“Not to change the subject, but I have a question,” I said.

“What do you want to know?”

“Last night when we undressed, I noticed your sexy lingerie. Do you always wear stockings and a garter?”

“No. I usually wear slacks to work. I hate pantyhose, so I wear stockings when I wear a dress or skirt. Most of the time, I don’t wear stockings to work. When I do, I wear thigh-highs that don’t require a garter.” Kelly grinned. “Did you like seeing me in my undies?”

“I did. You looked great.”

“I’ll remember that if you still want to take me out,” Kelly said.

“Of course, I want to take you out. I thought we agreed to see where things go between us. Have you changed your mind?”

Kelly shook her head. “No, I haven’t changed my mind. Have you?”

“Nope. I look forward to taking you out and seeing you as often as I can, as often as you want to.”

“What things do you like to do other than work, cook, and swim in your amazing pool? I’ve never seen a private pool as large as yours.”

“When I decided to have a pool when I built the house, I wanted something I could actually swim in. My pool is about one-fourth the size of an Olympic swimming pool. It’s forty feet long by twenty feet wide. I try to swim every morning for exercise. I also have a mini-gym on the lower level. I haven’t shown it to you yet.

“Unlike a regulation Olympic swimming pool’s ten-foot depth, I had mine built with a sloping bottom, running from just under five feet at the shallow end to six feet at the deep end. I wanted to be able to stand in the water in part of the pool. I planned to have the pool covered so I could use it all year, but I haven’t done it yet.”

“Are you a health nut?”

“No, but I try to stay in shape.”

“You’re in great shape. You also have a hot body,” Kelly said.

“As far as the other things I like to do, I hike on my property. This used to be a woodlot, and the developer divided it into twenty-five-acre parcels. The homes are set on the parcels to provide privacy. I also enjoy fishing when I can. I used to do more, but haven’t since Kathy passed.”

“I like walking in the park near my apartment. I go there on the weekends to relax and read. There’s a pool at the complex, but I don’t use it. I went a few times, but I got tired of guys making remarks and trying to pick me up.”

“Yeah. I can see how that could be a pain to a woman who just wants to be alone.”

Kelly gathered our plates and took them to the sink. She rinsed them, placed them in the dishwasher, and started washing the pans. I told her I’d take care of them, but she didn’t stop until she finished. She topped off our coffee mugs and rejoined me at the counter.

“When I moved into the apartment, the last thing I wanted was a man. I was still trying to get rid of the one I had. After my divorce was final, I thought about dating, but never got around to it. The longer I was single, the more I liked it. The next thing I knew, it had been three years, and I began to wonder if I would always be alone.”

I nodded, but didn’t respond. I’d told Kelly about how I lost Kathy, how long it had been. It was time to get on with my life, and I felt reconnecting with Kelly was a beginning. I didn’t know what we would do in the future. The sex we’d shared so far reminded me of how much I missed it.

“You don’t have to be alone if you don’t want to, Kelly. As I’ve said, I’d like to see you and go out.”

“I don’t want to be alone anymore, Andy. I’ll go out with you as often as you want me to. Regardless, I don’t plan to be so reclusive any longer. You’ve shown me that it’s better to be with someone than alone. Bob made me feel useless, but you make me feel wanted.”

“You’re wanted, Kelly.”

Kelly grinned and chuckled. “I know our renewed relationship is mostly sex and lust. I can be happy if that’s all we ever have. If things don’t work out between us, I hope I can meet someone as sexual and kind as you are. As I said last night, I think you may have ruined me for any other man.”

“Thanks, but I’m sure there are other men who would love to have you in their beds. I don’t know anything about your relationship with Bob except what you’ve told me. Any man who destroyed a relationship with a woman like you is an idiot.”

“Bob was a drunk. I think that anyone who lets alcohol destroy their lives is an idiot. I learned there is a huge difference between having a few drinks and drinking. When he got started, he didn’t stop until he passed out. I was a fool for staying with him as long as I did.”

I nodded. I was tired of belaboring Kelly’s past and mine. If you want to move forward, you have to stop looking back. My love for Kathy would be part of me forever, but I need to get our past together out of my head. I would always miss her to some degree and never wanted to forget her or what we shared.

While it had been less than twenty-four hours since I met Kelly at the wedding, they had been the best hours I’d had in years. It reminded me how much I enjoyed the feeling of a woman in my arms and having sex. I didn’t think I’d ever find a woman to equal Kathy’s insatiable appetite for sex, but it seemed Kelly came close. She was a willing participant in bed, something I wanted in a woman.

“What would you like to do for the rest of the day? When do you have to be home?” I asked Kelly.

“I don’t have to be home anytime soon. I’d like to spend as much time with you as you want me to. Can we go outside and swim?”

“Sure.”

I took Kelly down to the lower level using the inside stairs. I showed her my recreation room, pool table, bar, and workout room. She shook her head as she looked at everything. We went outside and jumped into the water. Rather than just milling around, I started swimming lengths. Kelly joined me and we swam next to each other. After swimming back and forth for a while, we stopped in the shallow water.

“That felt great. It’s been a long time since I swam this much,” Kelly said.

“You’re a good swimmer. As I said, I try to swim every morning. I workout with the machines on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings.”

Kelly and I left the pool, rinsed in the outdoor shower, and relaxed on a lounge chair after drying ourselves. I pulled the lounge into the sun so I could enhance my tan. I realized Kelly wasn’t tanned and asked her if she wanted sunscreen.

“Yes, if you have some. I don’t want to burn,” Kelly said.

I went to the cabinet and retrieved a bottle of sunscreen. When I returned to the lounge, I began applying it to her naked body. I finished her back, ass, and legs, then told her to turn over. When I was done, I’d made sure her boobs wouldn’t burn.

“Thanks. Having you put the sunscreen on me turned me on.” Kelly smiled at me. “It doesn’t take much for you to turn me on.”

I ran my hand over Kelly’s breasts and down to her hairless crotch. She parted her legs, and I rubbed her pussy, feeling the wetness between her labia.

“I hope you don’t get tired of me touching you,” I said.

Kelly laughed, wrapped her hand around my cock, and said. “Never! I love it when you touch me.” When my cock was hard, she straddled my hips and lowered herself, guiding me into her pussy. “I love it when you fuck me, too.”

I put my hands on her breasts. “I’m not fucking you. You’re fucking me.”

“Whatever! I love having your cock in my needy pussy.” Kelly rocked her hips, moving her pussy over my cock.

“Do you have a needy pussy?”

Kelly grinned and nodded. “My pussy is needy for your cock, your mouth, and your fingers.”

Placing her hands on my chest, she began bouncing up and down. I massaged her breasts for a moment before moving my hand to her hips. Holding her, I watched her tits wobble and sway. Kelly continued fucking me for about ten minutes. I held her still and thrust in and out of her.

“Now you’re fucking me,” Kelly said.

“Yup. I’m loving the feeling of my cock in your needy pussy.”

Kelly and I kept it up until she orgasmed and I came and filled her pussy with semen. She started to lie on my body, but I stopped her.

“Turn around and sit on my face.”

Kelly flipped around and straddled my head. I grabbed her hips and pulled her crotch to my mouth. As I licked her, she leaned over and took my semi-hard cock into her mouth. I worked on her pussy and clit with my tongue, sucking her rigid nub and labia. She moaned around my cock for a few minutes, sat up, and ground her crotch against my mouth as she came.

Unable to take any more stimulation, Kelly turned around, stretched out on top of me, and kissed me. She ran her tongue over my lips and chin, cleaning our juices from my face, then shoved her tongue into my mouth.

“We’re getting better at this, but I think we need a lot of practice,” I said.

“I couldn’t agree more. How long will it take for you to get hard enough to fuck me again?” Kelly said as she wiggled against my semi-flaccid cock.

“Give me a while to rest. If you suck my cock later, I’ll fuck you again,” I said.

“If I start sucking your cock, I might not want to quit until you come in my mouth. You have tasty cum.”

“No problem. I’ll eat your pussy until you get off.”

We laughed at our sexual banter. It was clear that, like me, Kelly was more than okay with talking about sex as we were fucking like crazy. More than once, she mentioned my ability to make her come. I didn’t consider myself a stud or anything like it, but I guess it’s all relative. From what she said, Kelly’s past experiences paled compared to what we shared.

Kelly and I talked while basking in the sun. I kept her coated with sunscreen, reapplying it after we swam. Because we had a late breakfast, we skipped lunch. As she wished, she blew me and didn’t stop until I filled her mouth with cum. I went down on her and used my mouth and fingers to make her come and scream her pleasure. At about five thirty, Kelly and I decided we needed to eat something more substantial than each other. I prepared two thick steaks and baked potatoes. Kelly made a salad to go with the meal.

“As much as I hate to say it, I guess I should go home. These past hours with you have been nothing less than spectacular. I never knew sex could be so fun and gratifying. I hope you will want to see me again after you’ve had time to think about things,” Kelly said.

“I don’t have to think about anything, Kelly. I want to see you as often as we can. You still owe me a date,” I said.

“Just let me know when you’re ready to take me out, Andy.” Kelly smiled. “I want to share your bed and have more of the amazing sex you’ve given me. This was the first time I had sex outdoors, and I loved it.”

“Plan on going to dinner on Friday. We go to a nice restaurant and, if you want to, you can spend the weekend here with me.”

Kelly kissed me. “Perfect.”

We went to the bedroom. Kelly put on her bra, panties, and dress. After putting her stockings and garter belt in her purse, she said she was ready. I held her hand as I led her to the garage, opened the door of my SUV, and watched her get in.

I was a little sad to see our time together come to an end, but I knew she had to work the next day. Kelly gave me directions to her building while holding my hand. Glancing at her, I saw she looked melancholy, too. When I parked in the lot, Kelly leaned across the console to kiss me.

Before she got out, she started giggling. I asked her what was funny, and she laughed.

“Do you know what the walk of shame is?” Kelly said.

“No, I’ve never heard of it.”

“It’s when a woman walks home after spending the night with a man while wearing the clothes she wore when she went out with him. In the romance novels I read, it usually refers to a woman who gets picked up and has a one-night stand. I know it’s different for us, but the idea tickles me.”

“I hope you know we have nothing to be ashamed of. We reconnected and decided to see where things took us. It’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed myself as I did dancing with you at the wedding, talking, and making love.”

“I’ve never enjoyed myself in bed like I did with you. I can’t wait until we can do it again.” Kelly kissed me again. “I hope you don’t change your mind about our date Friday night.”

Glancing around to make sure no one could see us, I put my hand under Kelly’s dress, moved it between her thighs, and rubbed her pussy. She wiggled and spread her legs.

“Not a chance, Kelly. What time should I pick you up on Friday night?”

“I can be ready by six thirty or seven.”

“We’ll talk during the week and firm up a time. If you don’t leave, I’m going to drag you into the backseat and have my way with you.”

Kelly laughed, put her hand between my legs, and rubbed my genitals. “You don’t have to drag me. I’ll go willingly. As far as having your way with me, feel free.”

I got out, went around my vehicle, and opened Kelly’s door. She slid out, hugged me, and kissed me.

“I’ll call during the week and see you Friday.”

“Okay. Thanks again for a wonderful time, Andy.”

“Thank you for the same thing. I’ll see you Friday, Kelly.”

We separated, and she walked toward her building. As I got into my truck, I chuckled while thinking about her statement about the walk of shame. As far as I was concerned, nothing could be further from the truth. After she unlocked the entrance door, Kelly looked at me and waved. She went into the building, and I left, driving home while grinning.

I parked in my garage, went into the house, and poured two fingers of whiskey into a rocks glass. I sipped the liquor, feeling it warm me as I swallowed. Placing the glass on the counter, I removed my clothing and placed them on a chair. I picked up my drink, went outside, and relaxed on the lounge chair Kelly and I had shared that day.

As I reflected on the events since reconnecting with Kelly at our friends’ wedding, I smiled. In the past twenty-four hours, I’d gone from being a recluse to wanting Kelly in my life and bed. Our unexpected meeting rekindled emotions and desires that had lain dormant since my late wife’s death. The successful lawsuit provided money, more money than I could spend if I were careful, but my wealth didn’t fill the emptiness in my life or heart.

I didn’t know if I would ever know or understand what happened when Kelly and I decided to be each other’s plus one at the wedding. It was as if an unseen force pushed us into each other’s space, keeping us together and opening our souls. I shared things with her that I had suppressed and hidden within me for years. Kelly was just as open, telling me about her past and failed marriage.

The first time we danced together, I felt the need to have a woman in my arms again. As the evening progressed, the need became stronger. We began dancing as two friends, maintaining a classic stance, each in our own space. Soon, the gap between our bodies and minds got closer, and I found my chest against hers. She danced with her hand on my shoulders and mine on her hips. As we moved to the music, I became increasingly aware of her full breasts pressing against me.

By the time the evening was coming to a close, I didn’t want it to end. When Kelly kissed me on the dance floor, I saw a glimmer of hope. I wasn’t thinking about sex at that point, but about dating Kelly. I had asked her out and she agreed to go. When the reception ended, and Kelly asked me for a ride, I was happy because it meant I’d spend a few more minutes with her. In my vehicle, she kissed me and asked me to take her to my house.

The following was a blur. I remembered us undressing and seeing her in her sexy black lingerie. I recalled how I felt when I removed her bra and exposed her breasts. My thoughts of the following time together were a jumble of snippets. Kelly and I engaged in heated passion fueled by our desires. During the night, we didn’t make love, we fucked. We sucked and fucked each other until we passed out from exhaustion.

When we woke up, we spent the day discovering each other’s bodies and pent-up needs. I taught her different ways to enjoy sex, and she was receptive. It reminded me of April, when she helped me get over my shyness and inexperience. It brought back the memories of the endless hours Kathy and I spent having unbridled sex. The difference was that this time I was the aggressor and teacher, not the student.

I didn’t want to mold Kelly into a clone of April or Kathy. I wanted her to be her and become what she wanted to be. While sex wasn’t the most important thing in a relationship, it ranked high on my list. Kelly’s willingness had awakened the need for an active sex life. While I hoped Kelly and I would develop a carefree sexual relationship, I was ready to seek a woman who would if it didn’t work out.

The sex Kelly and I shared was much like what happened between Kathy and me when we met. The only difference was that I had known Kelly from our high school days ten years ago, and I was the instigator, not the recipient.

I finished my drink and headed into the house to refill it. I sat at the counter and reminisced about spending the day naked with Kelly. Before she was killed, Kathy and I lived a naturist lifestyle. We’d strip when we arrived home from work, and remain unclothed until we prepared for work the next morning. I missed our inability to keep our hands off each other and our willingness to engage in sex regardless of where we were in the house or what we were doing at the time. More than once, I would put Kathy on the table, eat her pussy until she came, and stand so I could fuck her. She would play with my cock while we watched television, lean over, and suck me. It wasn’t uncommon for Kathy and me to have sex two, sometimes three times a day, beginning when we woke up in the morning and resuming when we arrived from work.

After spending time with Kelly, I realized how much I missed the things Kathy and I did together. I knew that no one could replace Kathy in my heart, but what I wanted was someone I could resume what we shared sexually with.

By the time I went to bed, I had decided to force myself out of my self-imposed shell and live again. I was done being alone and needed to replace watching porn and masturbation with a sexual, living being. I hoped it would be Kelly.

I spent Monday as I usually did. After getting up, I made coffee, exercised in my home gym, swam, showered, and ate breakfast. I cleaned up the kitchen and went to my office, turned on my computers, and reviewed my investments. I spent the day researching opportunities, charting a company’s financial performance, and if the company showed promise, I invested in it.

I called Kelly Monday night and we spent an hour on the phone, talking about our day. She told me about her job as a receptionist and how boring it was to answer phones and greet visitors. I told her about researching investment opportunities for my clients, not ready to tell her I was my only client.

On Tuesday, I swam, ate, and dressed. I went shopping on Tuesdays to restock my cupboards and refrigerator. Wednesday was my day to mow the lawn. I enjoyed sitting on my tractor and cutting the grass of the two acres I had landscaped. I had the lawn designed with large flower beds with retaining walls that allowed me to mow with a minimum of trimming.

Thursdays were a mirror of Mondays minus the exercising in my gym. Kelly and I talked each evening, getting to know each other better. It was easier to discuss the things we wanted to do while on the phone. While we didn’t talk about sex, it was on my mind. When I went to bed Thursday night, I found it hard to fall asleep. My mind buzzed with what Kelly and I would do over the weekend. I hoped our time together would include the sex we’d shared the first time she came to my home. So far, she hadn’t been opposed to anything we tried. Her willingness to explore her sexuality seemed as profound as my desire to relive some of the things my late wife and I enjoyed.

As I reminisced, I chuckled aloud, remembering the first time Kathy and I had anal sex. We’d been dating for about a month and had been having sex whenever we could. We were together on her couch, making out. I had her blouse off and played with her breasts while she stroked my cock. When I unfastened her shorts, she stopped me and told me she had her period.

I remembered Kathy saying, “It’s too messy, but there are other things we can do.”

“What?” I asked Kathy.

She giggled and said, “I can suck your cock, or, if you want to, you can fuck my ass.”

I thought about her statement and said, “I’ve never done it. Have you?”

Kathy nodded. “I love having a cock up my ass. It can hurt if you don’t take your time or if the guy’s cock is too big.” She stroked my dick. “Your cock is the perfect size. I can deep-throat you without gagging, and it feels amazing when you fuck my pussy. I’m sure I’d love it if you’re willing to fuck my butt.”

That night, Kathy taught me how to prepare her anus. She showed me how to use my fingers to lube her and relax her tight opening. I had seen videos of people having anal sex with the woman on all fours and the man behind her. Kathy wanted to be on her back with her legs pulled back so she could look into my eyes. I will never forget the feeling of my cock in her tight ass or her reactions. She, as usual, was vocal and told me how she wanted it. After the first time, anal sex became part of our sexual play.

As I thought about it, I wondered if Kelly would try anal sex. It was something I enjoyed and missed, among other things. I never had any thoughts of doing anything with a man, but I would love to experience fucking Kelly’s ass.

My reminiscing had caused my cock to harden. I stroked it, thinking of jacking off, but decided to wait and save myself for Kelly. I had refrained from masturbating for the past week and looked forward to spending time having sex with Kelly.

I released my cock, closed my eyes, and smiled as I fell asleep.