I experienced my first orgasm six months AFTER my divorce. I kept thinking to myself, “So this is how it’s supposed to feel?” I felt all tingly and mushy inside. I certainly didn’t feel any love connection but I was relieved to know I could achieve such a climax! My body felt like it was going to explode and even after we slumped into each other’s arms from total exhaustion, my mind kept saying “I want more, more, more!” I had finally been with a man who knew how to satisfy a woman. Also that night, I learned how to satisfy a man with the power of the tongue.
This was quite different from what I had been accustomed to. For years, I just went through the motions of sex. It was the same old routine. My husband would undress me, kiss my ear lobes and my breasts, jam his finger into my vagina to moisten me up and then penetrate. It never mattered whether I felt ready or not. More often than not, he had to force his way inside of me because he never really gave my vaginal walls sufficient time to lubricate. And for some strange reason, he was not into creams or jellies. The whole act itself may have lasted ten minutes at best but I was just glad when it was over so I could roll over and go to sleep or finish a book I was reading.
Oh, in case you’re curious as to who christened me into this new and exciting world-----it Jeff Newhouser, Lynette’s younger brother (by 11 years). He became the first customer in my newly opened seamstress shop. He was my best customer and a good friend, with whom I shared many secrets, up until his untimely death.
Stay tuned for the next excerpt of my upcoming fiction book: Sex Tales of a Baby Boomer Diva.