I am a fifty year old widow of twelve years, last year something happened to me which I would never have thought possible. To set the picture I am pretty, a size fourteen, (well covered!)with very light brown hair, still have nice breasts, 36c s, good legs and a generally good figure. One day last summer on a very hot day I was waiting for a man to arrive and measure up and design a new kitchen. As I said it was very hot and, as I was at home and not intending to go out, I only had a thin cotton summer dress and a pair of stretch cotton pants on. Promptly at two o'clock the doorbell rang and I answered it to a man who said he was the kitchen man. I led him to the kitchen and he put a design board on the table and got a tape measure, a pencil and a rule out of his briefcase. "My name's Nick Stansfield," he said, "call me Nick. I'm just going to measure up the kitchen and draw the shape on my board then we'll sit down and I'll ask you what you want in a kitchen and we'll sort it all out for you. Is that alright Mrs.Watmore?" "Yes, of course, my name's Lucette, but please call me Lucy." My heart was already thumping, for the first time in my life I felt an atmosphere that caused my nipples to rise and harden. I couldn't explain it, but this young man, I thought he was about thirty, had a physical effect on me. He was good looking with a ready smile and quite well spoken, when he asked permission to take his jacket off he revealed a good physique and I caught sight of a heavy movement on the left side of the groin of his trousers. I had never noticed such a thing on a man before. It was true that I wasn't very sexual, my husband and I had fallen into the habit of having sex every Saturday night, he wasn't very big and never indulged in foreplay. At the time I met Nick I didn't even know what it was. The sex with my husband was mechanical and meant nothing to me, although I did get pregnant and produce a daughter, how, God knows. Consequently during my widowhood I had had no interest whatever in sex, not even masturbation which I also knew nothing about. Bob had been my first and only dick. That sets the scene. As time went on, Nick measured up and laid out the kitchen then sat and discussed with me what I wanted. At one time he asked about my husband, not realising that I was a widow, he apologised when I told him what my situation was. As we went on I was increasingly aware of a highly charged atmosphere and the effect it was having on me, apart from the tingling in my breasts and nipples I realised that I was becoming engorged and wet down below, I was astounded. Our conversation gradually petered out as I became increasingly embarrassed at my feelings so, in desperation, I asked him what had made him get into kitchen design. That was the catalyst! He said, "Well, years ago I had about a year in insurance, calling on people in their homes, which was followed by several years in the domestic appliance industry, you know cleaners and washing machines, that sort of thing." I nodded and said, "So what was so special about that?" He smiled one of his very special and appealing smiles and said, "Well, it meant coming into contact with a lot of attractive women, like yourself, many of whom were very frustrated!" The penny dropped, "And you found yourself in the position of being able to satisfy them?" He grinned, "Got it in one!" he said. I couldn't believe that he found me attractive but the fact that he had actually said it had it's effect on my body, my quim started throbbing. I had never had feelings like that, my husband had never aroused me like that, and this man had not even touched me! Then he asked how long I had been a widow, I told him, he said, "You must have had a few lovers then." I told him that Bob had been the only man to have sex with me, he looked at me in disbelief, "You're kidding me," he said. "No, sex has never held much interest for me," I replied. "That's because you have never been aroused," he told me. I recognised that it was the truth, surely if I had been aroused I would have had feelings like I was having now? "How do you know so much about it then?" I asked. "Ah, well, that's where I have an advantage," he replied, "when I was fifteen I was seduced by a married neighbour. Her husband had been abroad for several years and she was desperate for sex. She didn't want to go trawling the pubs or whatever for a man so she chose me! She seduced me, then taught me how to pleasure a woman properly, something a lot of men never learn. Now I can see that you are a very passionate woman, even if you don't realise it, I'd love to awaken the passion in you!" As I got up from the table and uncrossed my legs I felt my inner thighs slick with moisture. Nick rose and taking me in his arms, kissed me. It was like a bomb going off inside me, the thrill shook my whole body. He pressed himself against me and I felt the bulk of his dick pressing against my thigh, he wasn't hard but he was certainly getting that way. From that moment he had me, he put his hand up and gently squeezed my left breast, rotating his thumb on the nipple, then he slipped the shoulder straps of my dress over my shoulders and exposed my breasts. He bent his head and kissed them, sucking and nipping my nipples as well. He slipped the zip down on the back of my dress and I let it fall to the floor. His dick was hard on my stomach and I put my hand down to feel it, gasping at the size. "Where's the bedroom?" he asked. I stepped out of the dress and led him by the hand through to my bedroom. He laid me on the bed and started to undress. His boxer shorts had a huge bulge in the front and he had to manoeuvre them over his dick. I gasped, it was about eight inches long I thought and thicker than any cucumber I had ever seen. I thought, 'There's no way that will ever get into me!' He smiled, "Show me," he said. I lifted my bottom and eased my knickers down and off. "Wow! What a beautiful cunt!" he gasped. I felt that I shoul;d have been shocked by the word, but I wasn't, I was excited by it. I opened my legs further and, to my amazement he bent down over the bed and kissed me there. I was sloppy wet but nevertheless the feeling sent waves of thrilling pleasure through me. Then I felt his tongue, he traced my outer lips up and down several times then, as my quim opened, he did the same with the inner ones. The thrills were almost unbearable, what he was doing I had never envisaged, how could a man tease and taste me with his tongue? Didn't it taste horrible? Whatever, his next act was to force his tongue into me and simulate intercourse, I thought I'd die. Then he found my clitoris and teased it cleverly until I thought I'd faint, then I did, he'd sucked everything into his mouth then expelled it slowly through tight lips. When I came round he was kissing me, he forced my lips open and emptied his mouth into mine, the liquid that filled my mouth I suddenly realised came from my quim, to my incredible surprise it tasted quite nice. Then he knelt up over me so that I could see his dick, it was lovely looking, with just a slight upward curve it's thickness terminated in a bulbous purple head on which the skin looked stretched to breaking point. There was a misty looking fluid oozing out of the little hole. "Like my cock then, Lucy?" he asked. "Yes!" I panted, "It's so beautiful!" "I'm going to fuck that glorious cunt of yours with it!" he went on, then suited his action to his words. He slid down over me and I felt the great knob of his dick, or cock as he called it, prodding the soft, delicate flesh of my quim. I put my hand down and put it in the right place, he was very gentle just pressing it softly then easing off and pressing again, he did this several times until suddenly I felt it enter me. He eased it up inside, I felt my quim stretching to accommodate it, something that had never happened with Bob. I was extremely slippery, the lubrication of my quim was such that it oozed down over my bottom, I felt incredibly sexy. He eased his cock, as he called it, right up my cunt, another of his exciting words, until I felt his balls jammed against my bottom. "You gorgeous cunt!" he breathed in my ear, "I'm going to fuck the arse off you!" And he did. He fucked me for about ten minutes then lifted his body up so that I could see his cock sliding in and out, a collar of white foam round the base of it. "Like it?" he asked. "Oh yes, I've never felt anything like it!" It was true, I was near to fainting from sheer pleasure, I'd had no idea that my quim could give me such pleasure when 'fucked', as he put it. "Oh yes! Fuck me harder," I gasped. He kissed me and smiled, then started ramming his cock into me in a way that I thought would have split me open, of course it did nothing of the sort just made me come! It was the first orgasm I had ever had but I knew instantly what those intense feelings were and enjoyed them as I had never enjoyed anything in my life before. Ten minutes later he said, "I'm going to shoot my spunk right up your incredible cunt, you wait, if you've had pleasure up to now you won't believe the feelings it'll give you!" I waited for a few seconds until Nick rammed his cock so hard up me that he bruised my pubic bone, then, as he withdrew, he fired an immensely strong spurt of his 'spunk' into me. That happened about six times, filling my 'cunt'. I climaxed again. As Nick collapsed, gasping for breath, on top of me I said, "Don't take it out, please Nick, let me feel it!" He smiled and kissed me. After about ten minutes, to my utter disbelief, I felt him getting hard again and he repeated the experience, I felt that I had come of age sexually. The mixture of his spunk and my juice flowed everywhere, not that I cared! After we'd finshed the second time I took him into the shower and we cleaned up, to my amazement he became hard again! "Surely," I said, "you couldn't fuck me again?" "Of course I could," he replied, "but I'm not going to, I have that kitchen of yours to finish, not to mention that my wife will demand I fuck her tonight!" That was the first of many meetings and Nick fucked me with his delicious cock in every position he could think of. It changed me, even my daughter, when she called to see me noticed it. When I told her that it was due to having a super lover she was delighted, which made two of us. My friendship with Nick lasted a good couple of years and during that time he amazed me by telling me that he and his wife both took lovers and, after a session with a lover, went to bed and made love while describing the action they had enjoyed. "The sex is fantastic!" he told me, I could well believe it for he was, after all, a fantastic lover.