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As soon as her internal muscles loosened around me I started pushing in and out of her body, setting a steady rhythm. I’d only known this woman for a few weeks, but it felt like I’d wanted her for years. I felt desperate to make her mine. Trying not to embarrass myself by coming too quickly, I mentally reviewed pharmaceutical dosages while I pounded in and out of her, loving the feeling of being wrapped around her body.

Mabel shifted position, bringing her legs around my hips, the change making me rub against her clitoris as I pumped in and out. It only took a few more thrusts of my hips before she was coming again, shaking and crying out my name.

My heart was thundering in my chest, and my vision was turning fuzzy as I finally let myself go. My pace faltered and I pushed in deep, groaning as I released my cum into the condom with several long bursts.

I dropped on top of her, burying my face in Mabel’s neck while I tried to catch my breath. Afraid that I might be crushing her, I rolled to my side, keeping our bodies connected by bringing Mabel with me.

“Wow,” she said softly, a tinge of shock in her voice. “That was… well, I don’t remember it ever being like that before with anyone.”

I pressed a quick kiss to the tip of her nose. “I’ll be right back.”

I popped across the hall to dispose of the condom, then walked back to where Mabel was star fished across my bed, laying on her back with her arms and legs spread wide.

“I can’t move,” she moaned. “You killed me.”

I joined her on the bed, pulling her to me and bringing the blanket up to cover us both. She rolled onto her side, moving to rest her head on my shoulder, one arm flung over my stomach.

“You are really good at that,” she said, her fingers twirling in my chest hair.

“We are really good at that,” I emphasized, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Oh good, I was hoping you were enjoying it.”

“Enjoying it?” I asked incredulously. “I damn near blacked out from pleasure.”

“Can we do it again soon then?” she asked, her hand rubbing down my stomach and heading for my cock. “I mean, we have six condoms. How much time do you need to recover?”

I rolled her over onto her back, bringing my lips close enough to her that we shared a breath.

“Let’s find out.”

Mabel

It had been a long time since I’d had so much sex that I woke up sore the next morning. If ever. But when the first rays of the sun started peeking through the window, I couldn’t help but smile. I felt deliciously sore and well loved. It was a heady feeling.

I turned my head to find Joshua snoring softly next to me, his face softened in sleep. My eyes traced the planes of his bare chest, and I felt the stirring of desire in my belly. He might be fifty, but he was in perfect shape. Much better shape than I was in, for sure. And fitter than my ex, even though Stephen was ten years younger than him.

I waited to freak out about what happened, but I couldn’t find it in me. I knew I should be freaked out, at least a little. I mean, I’d broken my divorce cherry and had more consecutive orgasms in one night than I’d had in my life. Then there was the pesky little problem of realizing that I was having feelings for Joshua.

Feelings were dangerous. Besides, I’d told him I didn’t want anything serious. I couldn’t turn around and tell him the next day that he’d fucked the doubts out of my brain, he’d think I was a nut.

“You’re thinking awfully hard over there,” Joshua mumbled. “How about you hop on and ride me until your brain goes to mush?”

I looked down and was not surprised to see that he was already sporting some impressive morning wood. I reached for a condom.

“You got it.”

After we’d finished our morning interlude we took turns in the shower and then headed over to the Little Red Hen for breakfast. The breakfast-only restaurant was known for fresh eggs and dairy products from a local dairy farm. As usual there was a pretty good sized crowd, but a booth was opening up just as we came in.

A server hustled over with coffee.

“Is that a dog?” she asked, nodding at Esmerelda who was curled in a ball on the bench next to me.

“She’s a service dog,” I said, wishing I’d picked up one of those yellow vests for her.

She raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Just keep her quiet and don’t let my boss see her or he’ll kick you out.”

Joshua and I ordered breakfast, chatting idly while we waited for our food. I was aware of several people eyeing us curiously.