I had been divorced for two weeks, my wife vanishing with one of the neighbors who had been banging her while I was at work. After two years of marriage I thought it odd that our sex life had simply stopped. It was one of those things you could tell was an excuse, where I’d have to ambush her with aspirin and a glass of water with a “Here you go, babe.” Sadly it only worked twice until she caught on what I was doing, and coming home to find her naked on the chair in front of my computer in a chat session was the final straw of suspicion. One of the neighbors a few days later took me aside and voiced his concerns of her hitting on him, being the good Christian and all and happily married. She didn’t even try to lie, and had no excuse. Two weeks after the divorce was finalized, I had a knock on the door and found her older sister outside with an armload of stuff from her parent’s house. Being the neutral party she had volunteered to bring it back as the in-laws thought their precious babe got the short end of the stick with no alimony or maintenance off me and only what she had arrived with ... which wasn’t much as they were leeches that took part of her disability check each month. I had loved the wife and had hated the in-laws, it had been one of those classic movie in-law situations, all smiles as they did as they wanted and to hell with your expressed wishes. Her sister Irene had been living back with her parents after being beat up by the guy she had been going with. I’d received a call from her and had to go kick the guy’s ass. He’d been so drunk he didn’t even remember. All my things such as the change of clothing, toothbrush and other items I’d left at the in-laws place were in a shallow laundry basket she carried. “Can I come in?” She asked, hefting the basket. “Sure.” I said coolly. I hated the ex, and some of that spilled out into my tone. I took the basket, dumped it on the couch, and held it back out to her. She took it in one hand and reaching up, tucked a stray strand of dark hair back over one of her cute ears. She smiled. “So, how are you doing?” She asked. I shrugged, seeing how nervous she was. Back when the ex and I had been together and Irene had her own place, we had gone over for some steaks and a night of board games once a week. She hadn’t had the luck with boyfriends, and the last had been a cap to a terrible streak. I decided to be a little nice to her. “Fine, considering.” I said, leaving all the usual unsaid. It wouldn’t have helped calling her sister an apartment whore bitch who had, I later discovered, spent several hundred of my silver dollars at face value out of my coin collection. That had come out in going through our stuff. Irene nodded and laughed lightly. “I know what you mean.” She said, and tilting her head, she eyed me a moment. “Can I ask you something?” She asked after a moment. I shrugged. “I need to make a deal with you.” She said. I thought, “oh great, still be friends with her sister?” “What kind of deal?” I asked. She sighed, smoothing her black dress. “You and I are kind of in the same situation, so I was wondering if you wanted to fuck.” She asked me, and then smiled. “I’ll bet that you are as horny as I am, maybe more so, seeing as how Shelly didn’t … take care of your needs for a while at the end.” My eyes nearly popped out of my head. I was horny as hell and couldn’t wrap my mind around whom I could date or who might take pity on me to get a little action. Her sister had never even entered my mind, except for a naughty minute of two in the shower during a little “me” time. Irene was shy and quiet, slender and with curves in all the right places, and a petite pair of tits. She had the habit of pressing a hand to her dress every time she bent over or took them below eye level. They weren’t mosquito bites, just enough to not fill out her dress. I’d seen them on accident one time she had bent over and hadn’t been wearing a bra while collecting the dishes and had her hands full. She always dressed up when going out, or when we were over. I’d liked what I had seen, a little variety aside from her sisters large shapeless tits and dumpy body as she had let herself go. Yet what she had just asked I was still trying to reprocess her words to see if I had heard her right. “I need it, tonight. Now.” She confided, exasperated, almost whining and begging with frustration. She stepped forward and took my hand and placed it over her right breast and gave me an inviting look in her eyes. That close I could smell her faint perfume mixed with the light, clean scent of her perspiration and the musk of pheromones. I did want her; she was hot as hell, a great body, dark hair, slender and certainly prettier than her sister, and one year older than her sister and me. “What’s the catch? You want me to wear five condoms or something like that, or is this some joke to see if I’ve been faithful to her?” I asked. She smiled and pressed against me. “No catch. Anything you want ... you can even cum in me if you want, it’s safe.” She said quietly, and releasing my hand, reached behind her to undo her dress. I stepped away and shut the door as voices sounded out in the hall. Turning around, I found her holding her dress against her. “It’s cold.” She said. I led her into the bedroom, hoping that it was for real. Sliding her dress off, my mouth began to water as I took in her B sized tits and the small, hard dark pink nipples. I stepped up to her and taking in her scent again, I put my lips to her neck, and trailed around to her throat and up to her lips. She surprised me by moaning and meeting my hunger with an equal one of hers. Soon we were laughing, whispering to one another about parents seeing us, or the ex, or her ex as we took off the rest of our own clothing. I couldn’t believe how laid back we both were, probably both relieved that we would be getting some. Looking to the bed, I motioned to it, and she rolled onto it, and on her back, she opened her legs wide for me and began toying with herself as her breath quickened. She gave me a half smile and shrug as I looked up from eyeing her swelling outer lips that was slowly sliding apart to reveal her pink inner essence. Shaved, I could not believe it. Her look was one wanting to know if it was all right, so I got down and buried my face in it. I could smell the shaving cream she had recently used, and wondered just how spur of the moment bringing my stuff over had been. Extending my tongue, I slid it into her slit and slowly up and down, teasing out her massive clit like a small erection until I could roll it around with my tongue, as Irene gave a soft moan of pleasure mixed with relief. I even sucked at it and wiggled it, which made her jump and her eyes widen at the sensation. Stiffening my tongue, I moved it down until my nose was buried in her slit, and slowly eased it into her pussy, tasting her fresh juices. She had showered and had really made herself clean. Her legs were silky smooth, and she did not mind in the least making sounds of pleasure and talking to me in her now husky whispering voice of how she wanted me in her, but then she seemed to think of something and half sat up, asking if I wanted a blowjob first, promising to swallow if that was what I liked. I was already standing proudly at full mast, and needed no attention from her lips. My philosophy had always been any of my cum not pumped deep into a hot pussy was wasted, the wife had never much liked the sight of a penis, but she sure had liked feeling a variety in her it seemed. Rising up, Irene pressed me down, pausing with her face by mine, her half lidded eyes looking into mine. She looked like she wanted to ask me something, and then ignored her own question, and her lips found mine and we kissed the kiss of secret passion. As deeply as she kissed and willed my tongue down her throat, I could imagine that the kiss was nowhere near awkward, it was slow and seemed to be just what was needed, not the awkward kiss of a stranger, but one from lover to lover. The kisses grew softer and fuller, after the heat faded. My dick was being crushed between us all the while, and after a while she wiggled a hand down between us and tucked it securely into her lips and tightened her legs a time or two, toying with me and smiling against my kissing her. As we drew apart, she reached up and wiped a bead of saliva that connected both our lower lips away, and smiled at me, her eyes glittering. “Thanks.” She said. “I’ll let you play a while. You need some serious attention, you poor neglected soul.” She turned around on me, placing her hot pussy right above my face as warm breath tickled my dick a moment before hot searing lips closed on my head, making my dick jerk involuntarily. Slowly she bobbed on it, fist around my shaft like it was a Popsicle or some tasty treat, and then she rubbed down and held me by thumb and forefinger at the base, and sank down onto it, swallowing me down her throat, slowly bobbing on me. It was one of the most wonderful sensations I had ever felt, different and quite brief compared to sliding into a pussy or an ass, but there it was, and it was mine. Small sounds escaped my throat and my hips wanted to buck, to drive my cock deeper into her throat, but she motioned for me to be very still and began bobbing on me, taking me fully in and slowly out for about ten full strokes before she shifted, and began working the tip harder. I pulled away as I felt familiar stirrings in my balls as she was making me feel pretty good. “It’s okay.” She whispered to me, and her dark smoky eyes were on me as her lips took me into their rhythm once again. I made a sound but she tightened her grip on my cock and everything happened at once, that sudden tightness like a pussy’s contraction during orgasm sent me over the edge and I came into open space, or so I thought. Lips tightened, sucking my shaft like a straw, and I saw her tiny throat bobbing as she swallowed. It gave me a whole new insight into my reasoning, and if a blow-job was like that, and I got a pussy crammed into my face as she was spent from blowing me for a moment, I kindly returned the favor. Tongue fucking her, while paying attention to her clit, and she was soon carpeting my tongue in beautiful pussy juice that was as different from my ex as she was. Feeling lips and fingers putting the finishing touch to new wood, I had to have her. I needed it as badly as she did. Amid soft, urgent moans I positioned myself between her legs, eyeing her smooth shaved cunt and marveled at the feel as I slid my tip gently into her outer folds to find the explosion of her natural juices there. Circling her clit and then her opening, Irene moaned and thrust her hips forward, making my tip slip into her. She reached forward and drew me slowly into her, sighing as if she were easing into a tub full of hot water and luxurious bubbles. I pushed the rest of the way in, and then drew halfway out and pushed in again as she lay with her eyes closed on her back, impaled on me. I began shortening the strokes and making them faster until I was pumping into her swollen, sex starved pussy. Her engorged outer lips guided my efforts right back into her when I slipped out a time or two long-stroking her like a piston engine at a quick pace. Irene was panting then suddenly her already tight pussy wrapped round my cock and I collapsed against her as the sensation of her climax sent me over the edge. Buried deep in her with my tip pushed against her cervix, I could feel every jot of my cum squirming its way deep into her, and at that moment as she placed a hand over her womb as her eyes bulged and she half lifted the third time off the bed in orgasmic throes, I hoped that she was “safe” and better yet, on birth control. She must have seen the worry on my face because she reassured me, and pulled me to her. “Oh God, that was what I needed.” She whispered as her sweat-slicked breasts rose and fell with her breathing. “I need more, it was too quick.” I told her. She eyed the clock and then me, but as my recovering cock slid along her leg, she turned and mounted me and rode me hard, jerking up and down and grinding forward and back until she had the right motion down, rising at the right moment, her tits bouncing merrily before my eyes. I caught one by the nipple with my lips and sucked and nibbled, rolling her nipple around my tongue until she jerked again and slammed weakly to a stop hard against me. Taking her in my arms, I twisted until she was under me without my dick falling out of her, and I fucked her as hard as I could, encouraged by her gasps for breath and increasing crescendo of her half gasping moans, going faster and faster until I watched her nipples whipping back and forth and the sight sent me over and I came, and I felt rather good, and she could feel it too by her soft and gentle moans as she finished riding her orgasmic highs back down to Earth. Taking hold of her hair gently, I guided her mouth to my cock and had to bite back a moan of my own as I felt the heat of her breath then the blazing fire of her lips as she took me into her mouth, and with small bobs, she took me all the way into her hot throat. Her eyes flashed and she wiggled up and brought her cunt around to my face, and not missing a beat, she took hold of my hand and worked one of my fingers to rubbing the tight bud of her ass. I continued of my own accord, working it slowly, then I pressed the tip of one finger in and slowly massaged the loosening bud until I could fit the tips of two fingers in. Getting on her hands and knees, I rubbed my cock against the opening and feeling some slight pressure, was about to push harder when she did it for me, and I slipped in. Using small motions until she was looser and I slid more easily, I slowly sank fully into her. Taking hold of her ass cheeks, I used them to guide her forward and back, watching as I vanished into a whole new place that I was quickly coming to like. Screwing her softly, it took a while until I was ready to come, but she slipped off and sank her hot juice slathered pussy down onto my shaft at the last moment, shoving hard against me. Her abused, swollen pussy tightened like a fist around me and milked every last drop from me. We lay still for a long while, and then went into the shower together. After she soaped me up even I was surprised with another salute from the old man downstairs, and I did her there, bent over in the shower sliding in and out and holding onto her ass cheeks to help her forward and back faster and faster, releasing one to reach forward and grab a swaying breast, alternating between them until with the most powerful finish yet, I filled her to overflowing. Too sore to do any more, and thinking I had overdone it one too many, I dressed and followed Irene to the door, regretting the end to a beautiful fucking evening. After the second day when I ad no word, I thought that I was on my own once more, until I received a call from her to go shopping at the mall. One of her friends was pregnant so we visited the maternity store, and she ducked into a dressing room to try the size as she was slightly larger than her friend. “What do you think?” Irene asked. I couldn’t see her, but she told me to come in. Entering, I found it to be the size of a room in a house. Pulling it shut after me, she wiggled her hips out of the jeans, and reaching down the front of my pants, coaxed me instantly to life. Right there in the dressing room she hopped up with her legs to either side of me and slowly lowered down onto me. I pressed her against a wall and then began thrusting into her. It was hard; I hadn’t done that before but sheathed in her warm pussy and in the dressing room was great. I put her down and quickly finished her doggy-style. Irene sucked me clean, and as if nothing had happened, complained of this color and that style. That was the first of many outdoor outings, and the start of a hell of a fuck-buddy relationship that turned serious. Dreading marriage and in-laws, we kept it secret for a long time and she moved in, and since then we’ve been happily finishing one another off ever after.