A Divorcee Celebration

My name is Leslie and I was married to Chuck for twenty-six years. We have two grown children, a boy and a girl. I thought I had the perfect life. Chuck’s job as a stockbroker allowed me to be a stay-at-home mom and still provide us with a very comfortable lifestyle. We have a lovely home in a wealthy suburban community with an inground pool. Chuck has a nice collection of sports cars. Our children are doing well and are financially self-sufficient. Life was wonderful.

My body isn’t the same as when I was younger. I gained a few pounds, my breasts have become victims of gravity, and my hips and butt are wider than I’d like. Chuck’s hair is thinning and he’s carrying a few extra pounds, mostly in his waist. Given all of that, Chuck and I still had a decent sex life.

When our youngest went to college, I thought Chuck and I would have more time to travel and was hoping our sex life would get even better. Things didn’t quite work out that way though. He started spending more time at the office and began to travel more often for work. I offered to go with him on his business trips but he said it wasn’t feasible. He said he’d be tied up with clients all day and would be entertaining them at night. I was disappointed but he was a good provider and his income was increasing so I didn’t complain. I trusted him.

I was getting bored at home and struggling to keep myself busy now that I wasn’t involved in a PTA, soccer, or baseball leagues. I ended up putting on a few more pounds. As sex with Chuck became less frequent, I blamed myself for not being sexy enough for him. When we did have sex, he seemed disinterested and would fall asleep immediately afterward. Orgasms became far and few between.

One day while Chuck and I were having dinner, he told me he needed some space. I was confused and asked what he meant.

“I mean, what I really want is a divorce.”

I was stunned, to say the least.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I plan on moving out and I want a divorce. I don’t know. I think I want more in life and I want the freedom to do what I want when I want.”

I was shattered. He kept talking but the words weren’t sinking in. I barely remember what the hell he said. I was in a total state of shock.

I asked him, “Is there someone else?”

He stared at me for a few moments and I asked, “Who is she?”

“Well, I’ve been seeing Marissa?”

“Your assistant?”

Chuck looked sheepishly at the table and I asked, “How long has this been going on?”

“Almost a year,” he replied.

“A year? A fucking year?”

I felt like an idiot. Suddenly, everything came together. All the late nights at work, all the business trips, the weekend meetings. How could I be so stupid?

Marissa was a cute young woman about half Chuck’s age. She had a lovely figure, blonde hair, blue eyes, and was sexy. There is no way I could physically compete with her. I threw my napkin at Chuck which didn’t make it across the table so I threw my plate, glass, and silverware at him.

I was so hurt and frustrated that I ran to our bedroom and began to cry. He tried to console me but I told him to get out. I wanted him out of the house immediately. I couldn’t even look at that lying bastard.

Chuck packed a few clothes and left the house. I later found out that he already had an apartment that he was using as his love nest with Marissa. I was hurt beyond belief and did nothing but cry for several days. I leaned on my best friend Carey for consolation through these tough times. After listening to me and my woe-is-me state of mind for almost a week, Carey gave me some tough love.

“You know I love you Leslie, but you need to snap out of this and fight back. You need to quit feeling sorry for yourself and get a good lawyer. You need someone who will go for the jugular.”

You know what, she was right. I went from self-pity to being furious. Carey helped me find the best divorce lawyer in town and we went to war with Chuck and his attorney. Carey got me to join the gym she goes to and I started to get back in shape. Not only was I looking better physically but it helped me mentally by working off the stress of the divorce. It was still difficult to get over the rejection I felt after being married all that time to someone who I thought was my soulmate but the healing process had begun.

When I first joined Carey at the gym, I wore very loose clothing. I had body image issues and tried to hide my perceived flaws as best I could. Carey was after me to show off my assets to attract some potential male suitors. I was nowhere near ready to start dating again. I didn’t need any more complications in my life. I barely wanted to go out with my friends but Carey forced me to get out of the house.

In the months that the lawyers were negotiating a settlement, I lost more weight and some of my flab turned into muscle. Carey convinced me to buy some leggings to show off my butt. I bought some sports bras but told her I’d wear them under a Sahabet shirt. I wasn’t going to let anyone see my stomach at my age. She did convince me to start wearing tank tops as a compromise.

Carey told me, “You have nice boobs. It’s time to bring the ladies out of hiding.”

I smiled and rolled my eyes but that’s what good friends are for. When we were at the gym, she would tell me when she saw guys checking me out. I was skeptical and thought she was saying that to build up my confidence.

One day when I got home from working out, I stopped to check out myself in the mirror before I took my shower. I looked at my naked body from different angles and noticed a drastic difference from several months ago. My body wasn’t perfect but I’m more than average height and my legs looked so much better now. I thought my ass was still too plump but I went down a few sizes in the slacks that I wore. I lost a cup size in my breasts but that meant I was only a D cup now. I had a few wrinkles on my face but fewer than most women my age.

I thought to myself, “Not bad for an old lady.”

My confidence was returning. I still wasn’t looking to date anyone but I did notice some men checking me out for the first time in years. When a middle-aged man started flirting with me at the gym, it made me feel super good about myself. Alright, he wasn’t much to look at but under the circumstances, I took what I could get.

By the time the divorce was finalized, I was feeling much, much better about myself. My heart still couldn’t deal with a romantic entanglement but I had come to terms with my situation.

In the end, I got the house in return for not taking his sports cars. My lawyer got me more than enough monthly alimony and a fair share of Chuck’s retirement savings for me to live comfortably for the rest of my life.

However, as the date of the final divorce settlement got closer, I became a little despondent. It was the finality of a twenty-six-year marriage that got to me. I talked it over with Carey and she would have none of it.

She told me, “You’ve come too far for you to take any steps backward. We’re going to go shopping and out to dinner. We’re going to have some drinks after dinner and celebrate you getting rid of that fucking cheating asshole. We’re going to do it with Chuck’s money, too.”

Carey always influenced me and wouldn’t take no for an answer after I hesitated. The day the divorce was final, she took me shopping where I bought a black above the knee button down dress with a scoop neck. It allowed me to show off a little bit of leg and some cleavage while still appropriate for a woman my age. To go with it, I bought a matching purse, a pearl necklace, and sandals. No outfit would be complete without new underwear. I bought a black half-cup lace bra with matching bikini panties. Carey tried to talk me into buying a thong but I was never comfortable with a string up my but.

We went for manicures and pedicures and had our hair and makeup done too. We were ready to party. We had a drink at my house as we got ready for dinner and called a rideshare to pick us up. We planned on drinking too much to drive.

We went to my favorite restaurant and polished off a bottle of wine during dinner. During dinner, Carey convinced me to unbutton a couple of buttons from the top and bottom to show off more cleavage and my legs.

After a nice dinner and dessert, Carey and I went down the street to a bar that had a mix of younger and middle-aged people. We grabbed a couple of seats at the bar and ordered our drinks. As we toasted to my new found freedom, Carey tried to get me to unbutton more buttons on my dress but I refused.

“Come on, Leslie, you’ve got to advertise a little if you want to attract a guy.”

I laughed and replied, “I ain’t advertising because the store is closed right now. I’m not looking for anyone.”

It was nice to get out with Carey and relax. I felt like a weight, literally 220 pounds, had been lifted off me. It was a relief to finally be done with the divorce. While we were drinking, a couple of guys sat down in the seats next to us. They appeared to be in their late 20s or early 30s. As they sat down, Carey started making eyes at me like this was my chance to pick up a guy. I burst out laughing thinking she was crazy.

Carey bought us a couple of shots, clicked our glasses, and said, “Here’s to getting rid of that asshole husband of yours,” and we quickly downed the drinks.

One of the young gentlemen next to us held up his glass and said, “Congratulations. How long were you married?”

“Twenty-six years.”

“He must be an asshole if he let you go. You are lovely.”

“Why, thank you,” I responded, blushing a little but I figured he was just being polite.

Carey’s eyes perked up and moved them like I should keep talking to him. I made a face like she was crazy and shook my head. He was cute though. He was tall with one of those dark five o’clock shadow Sahabet Giriş beards and a decent build. I thought there was no way he’d be interested in an old lady like me. It was fun to joke about it with my best friend though.

The young man introduced himself as Kyle and his friend was Ronny. The four of us struck up a conversation and were soon talking and laughing like old friends. They were both single, worked at a nearby bank, and were out for a drink after dinner just like us. Even if there wasn’t the possibility of a romantic connection, it was fun to talk with a couple of friendly young men. It sure beat sitting home feeling sorry for myself.

Over the next hour, Ronny spent most of his time talking to Carey, as a good wingman would, while Kyle was talking almost exclusively to me. Every so often he would compliment me by telling me I was pretty or how much he loved my eyes and smile. He said I didn’t look old enough to have been married for twenty-six years and that my husband must have robbed the cradle. I didn’t know how to accept his compliments because it had been a while since someone was flirting with me.

I found it difficult to believe he was serious about his compliments. I was so out of practice, I didn’t know how to flirt in return. Kyle made me laugh and made me feel better about myself. He was certainly charming and I was getting a warm tingly feeling between my legs. I hadn’t felt like this in years and, quite frankly, I didn’t know how to act. It was a boost to my ego to be chatting with a man almost fifteen years younger than me. I have to admit dirty thoughts were drifting through my mind but figured it was nothing more than unrealistic fantasies.

Meanwhile, Carey was keeping an eye on what was transpiring between me and Kyle and asked me to accompany her to the restroom.

When we got into the privacy of the restroom, Carey told me, “You do realize that Kyle is going to invite you back to his place, don’t you?”

“There’s no way he wants to sleep with me.”

“Don’t fool yourself, Leslie. He’s on the prowl and he has his eye on you. You should go for it.”

“Even if you’re right, I’m not ready to sleep with some stranger I met in a bar. Heck, my divorce was just finalized hours ago.”

“Come on, Leslie, that’s bullshit. Chuck was fucking that young girl while you were married. Now, it’s your turn.”

There was an older woman in the restroom with us who we barely noticed until she interrupted us to say, “Honey, excuse me for butting in. It may be none of my business but I’ve been watching you and that young man for the last forty-five minutes. He definitely wants to fuck you.”

Carey and I burst out laughing as she went on to say, “If I were you, I’d take that young man home and ride him like a bucking bronco in a rodeo. If men can fuck young girls why can’t older women fuck some young stud? Don’t blow it.”

Carey gave me one of her classic, “I told you so,” looks and I replied, “I don’t know. we’ll see.”

Before we left the restroom, Carey unbuttoned another button from the top of my dress so the top of my lace bra was visible along with more cleavage. She undid two more from the bottom. When I got back to the bar, Kyle definitely noticed I was exposing more of my flesh.

He leaned closer to me while putting one hand on my knee and whispered in my ear, “You look so damn sexy.”

When Kyle touched me, I felt a rush of warmth shoot through my body. I swallowed hard and tried to maintain my composure. I was flustered with the realization that a young man indeed wanted to sleep with me.

I also started to panic. I hadn’t been with another man since before I met Chuck, almost thirty years ago. What if he didn’t find me sexy anymore when he saw me naked? What if he didn’t like having sex with me? Would I regret it if he asked me to go back to his place and I refused? What should I do?

I didn’t have to ask Carey her opinion, I could hear her voice in my head like the devil whispering in my ear, “Fuck him. Go ahead and fuck him.”

I thought to myself, “That woman in the restroom was right. If Chuck can have a younger woman, why can’t I have a younger man?”

I was so fucking horny by then, my hormones were encouraging me too, along with the reduced inhibitions from the alcohol I was drinking. If I slept with Kyle, it would also have the added benefit of getting some revenge on Chuck. It was my turn to start having fun. I wasn’t looking for romance, all I needed was a young hard cock.

Kyle and I chatted for a few more minutes and I could see he was looking at my cleavage and legs. I crossed and uncrossed my legs a couple of times, letting my dress fall open in front to show off more of my legs. I couldn’t believe I was flirting back at Kyle.

He picked up on my signals and whispered in my ear, “Do you want to go back to my place?”

I toyed with him a little by asking, “How do I know you aren’t inviting me back to your place Sahabet Güncel Giriş so you can tell all your friends about being with an older woman?”

“How do I know you aren’t going with me so you can tell your friends about being with a younger man?”

I thought for a moment, grinned, and said, “Where do you live?”

“Five minutes from here, I’ll call a rideshare.”

When I told Carey I was going to Kyle’s place, she gave me a big hug, and said, “Thank goodness. You have to tell me all about it tomorrow.”

Kyle put his arm around my waist as we walked to the door. I could see several people looking at us and wondering what they were thinking. It came over me that I didn’t give a shit what people thought. It was a freeing moment. Kyle could tell I was a little nervous as we waited outside for our ride. He took me in his arms and gave me a reassuring hug which helped calm my nerves. I was still nervous but not as much.

When the ride arrived, Kyle held the door open for me like a true gentleman would. With some of the buttons on the bottom of my dress undone, I found it impossible to get into the backseat without flashing him my panties. I figured that was mild compared to what I was about to do with him though.

When we got to Kyle’s apartment, I began to panic a bit. What the fuck was I about to do? Is this the right thing for a middle-aged woman to be doing? As I got out of the car, I saw Kyle’s cute face and that magnetic smile and knew I was about to have the time of my life. I deserved to have some fun after all I’d been through. I was fucking horny too.

I hadn’t gotten laid in almost a year and even the sex before that wasn’t great. This was the most adventurous and exciting thing I’d done in a long, long time. While I was anxious, I was looking forward to having some fun. I sort of felt like I was going to lose my virginity all over again. In a sense, I guess I was. It was the anticipation of what was going to happen that added to the thrill. Kyle made me feel young and alive again and we hadn’t even done anything yet.

Kyle showed me around his two-bedroom apartment that he shared with his friend Brian who was a bartender at a place down the street and wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours. It was a nice place, clean and well-kept. He pointed to where the bedrooms were and thankfully, didn’t rush me in there.

He offered me a drink and we sat on the sofa to talk. Kyle told me he recently ended a long-term relationship when he found his girlfriend cheating on him. We shared heartaches. He said he wasn’t ready to get serious about anyone yet either.

“I’ve tried dating but the women my age are feeling the pressure to settle down, get married, and start a family. I need some time to heal before I go down that road again. A little companionship would be nice though.”

He was showing a vulnerable side that made him even sexier to me. He had a sarcastic sense of humor like me that made me laugh. I can confirm that a man who can make women laugh is attracted to a man who can make them laugh. His vulnerability and sense of humor allowed me to relax.

When there was a lull in the conversation, Kyle looked into my eyes and told me, “You’re a beautiful woman Leslie and you deserve to be treated right.”

He then leaned in to give me a soft kiss on my lips. I hadn’t had someone kiss me like that in years. My heart started to flutter and I felt a bolt of energy shoot from my lips to my nipples, which immediately hardened, and straight to my pussy. When our lips parted we both had a look of passion in our eyes and we kissed again.

Kyle softly touched my breasts as we French kissed. I gasped for air and felt my body subtly shake. Our kisses got more passionate and I was feeling a lust for my young lover, a lust I thought I’d never experience again. I had forgotten how wonderful it could be.

His hands began to explore the rest of my body, gripping my ass and stroking my legs. I parted my legs to give him free access to my pussy. I almost melted to his touch when I felt his finger press the satin fabric of my panties into my soaking wet pussy. I was on fire and breathing so heavily, that I was almost panting. I felt like an eighteen-year-old schoolgirl making out with my boyfriend in the basement rec room of our house.

Any reluctance, hesitation, or second thoughts about going to Kyle’s apartment to have sex with him had now vanished. I needed to get fucked badly. His kisses and tender touches burst the dam of pure lust that had been building in my loins for years. It’s like he released a lion from its cage or should I say cougar?

When Kyle asked, “Are you ready to go to the bedroom?” I nodded my head in approval.

He took me by the hand and led me down a short hallway to his room. It was a small room with a queen size bed but I would have fucked him anywhere at that moment.

As Kyle started to unbutton my dress, I was concerned about being naked in front of another man, especially one who was used to having women much younger than me. I didn’t want to be judged by any flaws that I had. He slipped my dress off my shoulders as I kicked off my shoes. He neatly placed my dress over a chair and scanned my body as I stood before him in my bra and panties.