I had been divorced for about 3 years and was in a nightclub with some friends. One of them said, "I want you to meet someone". I was shy, only because of all the dates I had been on that didn't work out. My girlfriend introduced me to a wonderful guy who I've ended up living with for almost 12 years. I remember that night like yesterday. There he was, tall, kind of thin, handsome with long hair. He was sitting at the bar with some of his buddies, drinking beer, laughing. I had seen him a few times before but never really paid attention to him. He never danced or flirted with any girls that I had seen. My girlfriend introduced us to each other. He took my hand and kissed it and said "Hi, noce to meet you". My heart melted. He was so cute, omg. We talked for a few minutes and some guy asked me to dance. I told this really cute guy I had just met that I'd be right back. He said "Sure you will", and he went back to drinking his beer, chatting with his friends.

As I was dancing with this other guy, I couldn't help but look over at the man I just met. I finished the dance, and went back to my seat with my girlfriends, talking and staring over to the bar. They asked me what's wrong? LOL. I told them that skinny guy over there is so good looking, what should I do? They told me to be soft placeertive and ask him out on a date. So I went back to the bar, and stood behind him, ordering a drink.

He looked up and told the bartender, "Whatever she wants, it's on me." I was in shock, I had just left this guy to dance with another man, and now he's buying me a drink!! He asked if I'd like to sit down and talk a bit. I told him I was sorry for leaving him and dancing with another guy, but he said he didn't mind. As we chatted, he just grew on me.

As I said, I had been married before and been smitten with my ex when I met him, but this time it seemed different. The night went on, we slow danced to the last song.

I held him tight and asked if he'd like to see a movie some time. He agreed to the following Friday night to go out. We finished the dance, he kissed my hand and thanked me. I watched him as he left to get his coat and head out of the nightclub. My girlfriends were asking me what was up, and why I wsn't chasing him down. I reminded them of what I went through a few years before, but something was different this time. I dashed to get my coat and ran out the door to the parking lot. I glanced around and saw him walking towards his car. Quickly I dashed over to him and said he was really cute. I never had been so soft placeertive before, but asked him where he was going. He said he was hungry and wanted something to eat and asked if I'd like to join him. I couldn't help myself, I said I'd love to. I walked with him to his car, a Road Runner, black with shiny wheels. He unlocked the passenger door and opened it. He helped me in and walked around the other side and got behind the wheel. We went to the local diner, ordered some breakfast, talked a while about life in general. It was getting late, about 4 in the morning.

He offered to drive me home and I accepted. He drove me to my apartment, got out and walked me to the door.

He never hinted on a kiss, but I took the initiative and kissed him on the chhek. He asked "What was that for?". I told him, "For being nice to me and taking me to breakfast." He said "You're welcome". As he turned to leave, I asked him to come in. There was just something about him I couldn't resist. He accepted and we went upstairs. I unlocked the door and offered him to make himself comfortable.

He sat on the couch, I went in my room to get out of my dress and came back wearing my bathrobe. He was a little shocked.

I sat next to him and we talked a while. Before we knew it, it was almost 6 in the morning. He was tired and hinted that he had to go. I put my hand on his shoulder and kissed him on the cheek as I did at the door. He looked at me kind of shocked again. LOL. I told him he was very handsome and cute.

I remember him blushing, saying thank you. I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He put his hand on my face and gently rubbed my cheek as we got into a really deep kiss this time. My heart was all a flutter as we made out on the couch. Our hands started exploring each other slowly, touching and feeling. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his neck and down his chest. I stopped and looked at him and said I was sorry. He said that it was ok. Now I started thinking he just wanted to do me and not care, but I pressed on. As I kissed his chest and down his stomach, he played with my hair, gently carressing my back. His hands slowly made their way to my butt, rubbing it. By this time I had gotten down to his crotch wondering if I should go further.

I asked him if he was ok. He replied that he was and asked me if I was ok, LOL. He said "Dont do anything you don't want to do, OK?" When he said that, i went for his zipper, pulled it down and reached in. Like I said I had been divorced for 3 years. I hadn't had good sex in that time, but this time I was going to take the chance. When I reached into his jeans and felt his length, I had never felt one like his.

I pulled it out slow and, omg, it was big. I slowly stroked it, and couldn't belive the size. I looked up at him and told him, "You're pretty big." He was a little embarressed about it. "Nahh, it's not, stop." and he laughed. I went back looking at it, stroking it slow.

He leaned his head back and ket out a moan. That was it. I went down on him, taking the head in my mouth. It was so big and warm. I toyed him and sucked him for about a half hour.

He never pushed or forced me to do anything. He ran his hands through my hair, rubbing my back.

After I got him wet, I pulled his jeans off.

I climbed on top of him, straddling his crotch. I lifted my skirt, and lowered myself down on his big length.

I let out a little scream as he pushed in my softness.

He got startled and asked if I was ok.

OK? OMG, He felt soo good in me. I told hik I hadn't had sex in a year.

I slowly rode him on my couch, picking up the pace with each thrust. Before I knew it, he was all the way in and OMG.

We played for about a half an hour before there was a bang.

We had broken my couch!!! He was so upset but I told him it was worth it and kept riding him.

I never had a guy up until then who made me cum, until that day.

I had faked many an orgasm, but this was real. He was so big and gentle.

He let me take it at my pace, not his. We kissed and fondled, he sucked my tits and made me feel good. I had the best orgasm of my life that night, the night I met my boyfriend 12 years ago. We laugh about how we broke that couch even now. I had threesomes before, but this time it was more intense than that.

Not only did he play me good, he made me feel good. That's why I've never wanted to let him go after that. It wasn't just the sex, but the whole experience. So to those of you who think that love and sex don't go hand in hand? You may be wrong or just not finding the right person. Even after almost 12 years, the sex is still incredible as we have it at least 3 times a week. He's the father of my little 9 year old son, my little angel, and he's proud to be a dad. I got lucky, good sex, a gentle caring guy, and a guy who loves being a father, even though we're not married. I love him so much. I know this may be a sappy story, but there's love out there for all of us. I was lucky to find the right one.

Jacqui