My first time with my former wife.

I haven’t connected with anyone in a long time, so I thought I would share some erotic memories from my past. The first time I was intimate with the person I would eventually marry was really incredible. We were both in our fifties at the time. Unfortunately, the marriage didn’t last, but the memories are still mine, and true. She was really quite beautiful, and completely passable. Her hair was dyed blond, but very well done. She did a lot of walking in her work, so her body was tight. Her breast implants were top of the line, and she made it a point to tell me she took out a personal loan to pay for them. Our first night of sex began with a lot of deep kissing and petting. The entire time we were making out, I kept imagining what wonderful prize I would soon find nestled under the tight bulge in her lacy white panties. Since I hadn’t had the privilege of viewing her privates, a myriad of combinations were surging through my imagination. Size, shape, cut or uncut, hairy or shaved? None of those things really mattered of course, but my mind was spinning with anticipation. Believe when I say I was euphoric for a special reason; this would be my first time sucking a cock. I had read about it, researched the techniques, and received it many times, but now it was my privilege to perform. Somehow I was able to control my actions and pace myself as the passion built for my lover and myself.
As I fondled and sucked her breasts, I could feel her body heating up everywhere I touched her. Moaning and sighing were the perfect verbal clues that intensified my passion as well. I gazed into her eyes while my hands massaged her lower back, and then slipped both hands under the elastic of her panties and began pushing them down. I controlled my passion long enough to squeeze and kneed her ass cheeks for a moment while I kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue as an erotic signal of the sucking I intended for the reward between her legs. As she laid back, I slipped her panties down to the middle of her thighs and finally gazed upon her genitalia. In that moment I saw her as the perfect woman, far more beautiful that a genetic female. Before me was a perfectly shaved and feminine penis. It protruded about an inch from her body, circumcised, with a pink head almost twice the width of the shaft holding it up, but still petite. (More to come if I receive feedback.)

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