I’m single and back to my old ways

So, yeah… I’ve been MIA from writing these stories for a while. And from, you know, actually living them. Why? Because I thought I’d found the one. Can you believe it? Me. A tall, handsome blondie from Wisconsin. He was sweet, had a good job, and for a year and a half, I was convinced that was it. I traded in my wild nights for cozy ones, my platform heels for slippers. We even got married. I became a damn wife.

But six months into married life, I realized the truth. I was never going to be able to survive a lifetime of that bland, vanilla, basic white dick. It was… fine. It was predictable. It was boring. I needed more. I needed fire. I needed to be fucked senseless, not gently rocked to sleep.

So, three months ago, I left. And let me tell you, in these three glorious months of freedom, I’ve taken more cock than I did in the entire two years I was with him. It’s like I’m making up for lost time. And the very first person on my list? My best friend’s dad.

I’m super close with my best friend and her whole family. I basically lived at their house during the whole mess with my divorce. We were laying by her pool one afternoon, soaking up the sun, when her dad came home early from work. Now, I’d let him ruin me a few times back in the day, and just the sight of him in his work clothes made my stomach do a flip. I was very, very happy to see him.

My best friend was face-down on her lounger, listening to music, completely zonked out. The coast was clear. I didn’t even say anything, I just got up, wrapped a towel around my waist, and went straight upstairs to his home office. The door was open. He was sitting at his big wooden desk, going through some paperwork, looking all serious and focused.

I knocked lightly on the doorframe and walked in, a little smirk on my face. I went straight to his desk and hopped up on the edge, right in front of him. The towel fell open. I was still in my little black bikini, the one that’s a bit too small and leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.

As soon as I sat down, I spread my legs for him. He didn’t even hesitate. He just leaned forward and began to run his big, experienced hands all over my body, from my thighs up to my tits, touching every fold and crevice like he was rediscovering a favorite map. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him, right onto his lap. And oh my god, he was already so hard underneath his slacks. I could feel the thick outline of him pressing against my ass.

I started grinding on that bulge, a slow, circular motion that made him groan into my neck. He pulled the top of my bikini down and his mouth was on my nipples instantly, sucking and licking with that long tongue of his, making sure not to miss a single inch. I was already dripping. He undid his pants and finally took out that cock I’d been dreaming about. It was just as I remembered—thick, veiny, and perfect. I spat into my hand and started jerking him off, making sure to arch my back so he could watch my tits bounce with every movement.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I positioned myself over him and sank down onto his long, wet cock. Every single inch stretching me open just made me want to cum right then and there. I started moving my hips, riding him slowly at first, grinding my clit against his body with every thrust. He grabbed my ass with both hands, his fingers digging into my skin, and he started to guide me, setting a harder, deeper pace. I began bouncing on him, properly now, and all I could hear was the sound of my own skin slapping against his, my tits bouncing, and both of us moaning like animals. It was the ruthless, deep pounding I had been needing for months. He knew exactly how to use that fat, experienced dick, and he wasn’t holding back. I came so hard I saw stars, and he filled me up right after, both of us collapsing right there in his office chair, a sweaty, sticky mess. It was better than I ever remembered. I’m so fucking back.