Divorce Theapy
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I am older maybe wiser but still a k** at heart and love to pretend. I get home Saturday around dinner time, after horrible (He’s Cheating, Has other women) things are said by my supposed loving wife of 15 years about how I mentally abuse her or the he doesn’t love me anymore innuendos. A Saturday meeting with attorneys because she cannot meet during the week due her job, this won’t be cheap. The divorce is painfully slow, meetings about this and that are beginning to feel like a hot sweaty day covered in glue rolling through broken glass! I get home and pretend that my c***dren are still there I hear ghostly laughs, feet running across the floor, and faded images of laughing faces, although only in my mind’s eye, I have a hole in my life, the sound of the quiet is so loud! Sunday morning comes early the blanket of night has not lifted yet I roll off the bed still dressed in my clothes from the meeting. I drift out the door drive to the market to pick up some staples and a paper then return home setting the things on the counter to take a shower.
Wrapped in a towel I read the paper really not reading it or not really taking in what I read through the whole paper until I hit the social pages at the back. I read about the dances this or that group are holding. I read about a divorce recovery group and circle the number for later reference. I turn the page, there in front of me is four full pages front and back of singles ads. The title of the page is Social Singles, in fine print under the name is a disclaimer “Risk, Do not give CC info, Meet in a safe place”, then published Thursday & Sunday, and below that how to post an ad, or respond. I read through the ads, I never knew that in our little area of the world that these ads existed. I knew in large metropolitan cities like NY or Los Angeles when there on business I had seen larger magazines like the Car Trader ones with single but never bought even looked at one other than saw it on the rack. I read through them a bit of the fog lifting out of my head I looked through it circled a few then made some coffee turned on the TV turned to a morning circle news conversation program more for noise than to listen to. I sat back at the paper re-read the circled ads finding one that sort of held my interest. This was before I had the internet actually just as the internet was becoming more popular but hadn’t invaded everyone’s homes yet. I wrote a letter and sent it to the paper with the code from the ad and waited, about a week later I received a letter about the same as mine opening it found a nice note, a full page copied picture of a petite woman with conservative white lingerie (according to a black and white copy) and stockings on. My heart raced as I haven’t had any physical or emotional closeness to anyone since my wife had left, now 5 months. The letter read as nice to hear from you, I would be interested in meeting you, I am available Thursdays thru Sundays, please reply by return mail, XOXO Chris.
I wrote the letter to set up a meeting for two weekends from now, “Afternoon to early evening, Blah, blah best directions I could on how to get to my home. That Saturday arrived and I was working around the house not knowing when she might show up? Was going on about 7ish the night sky was slowly fading the sun’s rays when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there was a young man in a suit with a fairly large portfolio case over his shoulder. Thinking to myself what I time for a door to door salesman! He said Mr. ****** I said yes he said Hello I am Chris! My heart in my throat, I stuttered a bit then went on to stammer a bit, then I said you are supposed to be a woman!? He looked a bit dismayed saying that the paper had made a mistake and put his personal in the wrong section, but he had a thorough description of CD at the bottom of the ad had made it clear who he was. I asked his name he said it really was Chris, which is sort of non-gendered. I said well I had just made a bite to eat and he was welcome to come to have something to eat, but think nothing past that will going on, to which he said that’s cool, I stood back letting him in taking his coat hanging it in the hall closet. Leading him to the kitchen table and dinner. We sat at first pretty quiet, I looked at him then said I am sorry I missed the CD part of your ad! He opened the case, producing the paper which had his ad in it showing plain as day the “CD” at the bottom, (Duh me reading and not seeing what I read). I said again I was sorry so at least I could do was to let him eat dinner and chat. I finally got brave enough to ask about his being a CD he said it was only a recent thing, that he had not been with any men I was the first but he had been playing with the idea since his divorce, that he and his wife had done some Cos Play with him dressing on occasion, mentioning that it had always been a turn on for him. My mind went back to the old neighborhood where I grew up and the things a few adolescent friends and I had done. Jacking each other off, one friend and I had played with my sisters pantyhose jacking off in them rubbing on each other as Chris talked. I came back to the present with a hard on under my jeans blushing at the memories and my hard on. Chris asked why I was blushing I turned several shades redder and fussed up about early boy things and the pantyhose things. He said that was ok, sort of hemmed a bit and asked, would you like to see me dressed? I said sure why not, he asked where he could change showing him the guest room. He closed the door and asked for me not to peek until he called, closing the door behind him. About 20 minutes later he called asking me to come in the room. There he (Oh My God, SHE!) laid on the bed more beautiful than the picture, she had brought candles and had them lit around the room, the flickering light from the scented candles made the room even more seductive than the vision on the bed. A white Teddy, lacy Satin red panties, garter straps from the Teddy to lace topped white silky stockings, with 3 inch heels. My cock became even harder at that moment. I forgot that this woman in front of me had a cock of her own and asked if I could touch? Her voice was still a bit masculine but was softer and sweeter, saying you can do anything you want. My hands went to her legs covered in white oh so silky stockings her feet covered with those 3 inch open toed CFM heels. Up her legs across her panties finding her growing cock under them. I stopped and she asked is there anything wrong? I said no I just wanted to know if this was the same person I had been sitting with a short time ago! She told me to lay down on the bed and she got busy undressing me, my mind racing a flashing billboard in my mind’s eye alternating YES/NO/YES/NO as my underwear slid down and her mouth slid onto my cock. The billboard now was an intense YES/YES/YES/YES/YES! Chris looked up and asked if I was alright? I reached out caressed her face saying yes I was fine, and so was she! She returned to sucking me I was very close warning her that I was about to cum, instead of slowing or moving away she increased her assault on me when the first wave of cum shot buried her face as deep onto my cock as she could, swallowing, bit of gagging, a cough, but finished swallowing. Me fireworks going off in my head, one of those holding your breath orgasms, my body stiff as waves of the now fading orgasm passed, my mind clearing, my body relaxing, the scent of the candles filling my nose the site of the woman (CD) who had just ripped an incredible orgasm in me! Chris said “How was that?” I said “It was really a very intense orgasm!” I reached to her hand and pulled her next to me, I could feel her reluctance and nervousness, I asked what is wrong? Chris said “Nothing.” I said “You are tense!” Chris said “I am not sure what I expected to do but swallowing your cum was a bit of a upsetting act.” I turned to her started to caress her body from her flat chest under the Teddy slowly down to her panties with her still hard cock underneath. I got brave slip my hand under her panties stroking her cock, about a 6 inch fat cock one those that got much thicker in the middle sort of like a miniature football. Her breath stabbed at my touch, with several groans coming from her. As I stroked her cock, her hips rocked against my strokes. I pulled aside her panties to get a better look at my bed partner’s sex, I had never noticed how beautiful a cock really is! The way it is so hard and soft at the same time, the veins swelled under the skin, how there is loose skin around the hardness that can be stroked up and down. I was in a hypnotic trance holding an adult cock. So many years ago from the play with the neighborhood guys. She moaned and hips were bucking, I squeezed around the thickness of her cock as it slid through my fingers. The vision of this cock sticking out of a beautiful woman lying beside me was a heart throbbing experience. She bucked and moaned loud thrust her hips off the bed into my hand several times erupting cum into the air across her face down on to her teddy, still bucking her eruptions hit me across my face and chest some landing on my lips and trickled into my mouth salty and sweet was my thought. She relaxed a bit laid there just long enough for her breath to calm got out of bed into the guest bathroom shutting the door behind her. I went to the kitchen to wash my hands and wipe off the extra cum, I was just about done with drying my hands when Chris came out of the guestroom dressed back in his suit opened the door with out as much as a good bye walked out into the dark night air got In to his car and drove off. I went into the room and all the candles were still lit, across the bed were two white stockings with a chocolate kiss left on them. I never saw him/her again although the candles she left and the stockings I still have were the source of many a masturbation session!!!!
Wrapped in a towel I read the paper really not reading it or not really taking in what I read through the whole paper until I hit the social pages at the back. I read about the dances this or that group are holding. I read about a divorce recovery group and circle the number for later reference. I turn the page, there in front of me is four full pages front and back of singles ads. The title of the page is Social Singles, in fine print under the name is a disclaimer “Risk, Do not give CC info, Meet in a safe place”, then published Thursday & Sunday, and below that how to post an ad, or respond. I read through the ads, I never knew that in our little area of the world that these ads existed. I knew in large metropolitan cities like NY or Los Angeles when there on business I had seen larger magazines like the Car Trader ones with single but never bought even looked at one other than saw it on the rack. I read through them a bit of the fog lifting out of my head I looked through it circled a few then made some coffee turned on the TV turned to a morning circle news conversation program more for noise than to listen to. I sat back at the paper re-read the circled ads finding one that sort of held my interest. This was before I had the internet actually just as the internet was becoming more popular but hadn’t invaded everyone’s homes yet. I wrote a letter and sent it to the paper with the code from the ad and waited, about a week later I received a letter about the same as mine opening it found a nice note, a full page copied picture of a petite woman with conservative white lingerie (according to a black and white copy) and stockings on. My heart raced as I haven’t had any physical or emotional closeness to anyone since my wife had left, now 5 months. The letter read as nice to hear from you, I would be interested in meeting you, I am available Thursdays thru Sundays, please reply by return mail, XOXO Chris.
I wrote the letter to set up a meeting for two weekends from now, “Afternoon to early evening, Blah, blah best directions I could on how to get to my home. That Saturday arrived and I was working around the house not knowing when she might show up? Was going on about 7ish the night sky was slowly fading the sun’s rays when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there was a young man in a suit with a fairly large portfolio case over his shoulder. Thinking to myself what I time for a door to door salesman! He said Mr. ****** I said yes he said Hello I am Chris! My heart in my throat, I stuttered a bit then went on to stammer a bit, then I said you are supposed to be a woman!? He looked a bit dismayed saying that the paper had made a mistake and put his personal in the wrong section, but he had a thorough description of CD at the bottom of the ad had made it clear who he was. I asked his name he said it really was Chris, which is sort of non-gendered. I said well I had just made a bite to eat and he was welcome to come to have something to eat, but think nothing past that will going on, to which he said that’s cool, I stood back letting him in taking his coat hanging it in the hall closet. Leading him to the kitchen table and dinner. We sat at first pretty quiet, I looked at him then said I am sorry I missed the CD part of your ad! He opened the case, producing the paper which had his ad in it showing plain as day the “CD” at the bottom, (Duh me reading and not seeing what I read). I said again I was sorry so at least I could do was to let him eat dinner and chat. I finally got brave enough to ask about his being a CD he said it was only a recent thing, that he had not been with any men I was the first but he had been playing with the idea since his divorce, that he and his wife had done some Cos Play with him dressing on occasion, mentioning that it had always been a turn on for him. My mind went back to the old neighborhood where I grew up and the things a few adolescent friends and I had done. Jacking each other off, one friend and I had played with my sisters pantyhose jacking off in them rubbing on each other as Chris talked. I came back to the present with a hard on under my jeans blushing at the memories and my hard on. Chris asked why I was blushing I turned several shades redder and fussed up about early boy things and the pantyhose things. He said that was ok, sort of hemmed a bit and asked, would you like to see me dressed? I said sure why not, he asked where he could change showing him the guest room. He closed the door and asked for me not to peek until he called, closing the door behind him. About 20 minutes later he called asking me to come in the room. There he (Oh My God, SHE!) laid on the bed more beautiful than the picture, she had brought candles and had them lit around the room, the flickering light from the scented candles made the room even more seductive than the vision on the bed. A white Teddy, lacy Satin red panties, garter straps from the Teddy to lace topped white silky stockings, with 3 inch heels. My cock became even harder at that moment. I forgot that this woman in front of me had a cock of her own and asked if I could touch? Her voice was still a bit masculine but was softer and sweeter, saying you can do anything you want. My hands went to her legs covered in white oh so silky stockings her feet covered with those 3 inch open toed CFM heels. Up her legs across her panties finding her growing cock under them. I stopped and she asked is there anything wrong? I said no I just wanted to know if this was the same person I had been sitting with a short time ago! She told me to lay down on the bed and she got busy undressing me, my mind racing a flashing billboard in my mind’s eye alternating YES/NO/YES/NO as my underwear slid down and her mouth slid onto my cock. The billboard now was an intense YES/YES/YES/YES/YES! Chris looked up and asked if I was alright? I reached out caressed her face saying yes I was fine, and so was she! She returned to sucking me I was very close warning her that I was about to cum, instead of slowing or moving away she increased her assault on me when the first wave of cum shot buried her face as deep onto my cock as she could, swallowing, bit of gagging, a cough, but finished swallowing. Me fireworks going off in my head, one of those holding your breath orgasms, my body stiff as waves of the now fading orgasm passed, my mind clearing, my body relaxing, the scent of the candles filling my nose the site of the woman (CD) who had just ripped an incredible orgasm in me! Chris said “How was that?” I said “It was really a very intense orgasm!” I reached to her hand and pulled her next to me, I could feel her reluctance and nervousness, I asked what is wrong? Chris said “Nothing.” I said “You are tense!” Chris said “I am not sure what I expected to do but swallowing your cum was a bit of a upsetting act.” I turned to her started to caress her body from her flat chest under the Teddy slowly down to her panties with her still hard cock underneath. I got brave slip my hand under her panties stroking her cock, about a 6 inch fat cock one those that got much thicker in the middle sort of like a miniature football. Her breath stabbed at my touch, with several groans coming from her. As I stroked her cock, her hips rocked against my strokes. I pulled aside her panties to get a better look at my bed partner’s sex, I had never noticed how beautiful a cock really is! The way it is so hard and soft at the same time, the veins swelled under the skin, how there is loose skin around the hardness that can be stroked up and down. I was in a hypnotic trance holding an adult cock. So many years ago from the play with the neighborhood guys. She moaned and hips were bucking, I squeezed around the thickness of her cock as it slid through my fingers. The vision of this cock sticking out of a beautiful woman lying beside me was a heart throbbing experience. She bucked and moaned loud thrust her hips off the bed into my hand several times erupting cum into the air across her face down on to her teddy, still bucking her eruptions hit me across my face and chest some landing on my lips and trickled into my mouth salty and sweet was my thought. She relaxed a bit laid there just long enough for her breath to calm got out of bed into the guest bathroom shutting the door behind her. I went to the kitchen to wash my hands and wipe off the extra cum, I was just about done with drying my hands when Chris came out of the guestroom dressed back in his suit opened the door with out as much as a good bye walked out into the dark night air got In to his car and drove off. I went into the room and all the candles were still lit, across the bed were two white stockings with a chocolate kiss left on them. I never saw him/her again although the candles she left and the stockings I still have were the source of many a masturbation session!!!!
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