My husband of 20 years told me one evening that he was leaving. Said he didn't love me and that he'd found a place to live. The next morning he'd gone. I was hurt, gobsmacked, and in pieces. My friends rallied around and looked after me. Taking me out and keeping me busy. I soldiered on and was doing fine until one of my friends told me that she'd found out that my husband was seeing a woman and had been for about a year before he'd left. He'd said there had been no one else and this news slumped me right back to the bottom again. I stewed for a couple of days and then drunkenly text him calling him all the names under the sun. Told him the rest of his stuff would be on the front lawn in the morning. I woke with a sore head the next day and remembered what I'd done. He'd replied early that morning and said he'd be around after work that day to talk. 4 pm comes and the door bell goes. It was him. I didn't really want to see him and reluctantly opened the door. He apologised for not telling me about his new woman but denied having been seeing her for a year. Lying bastard. Then he threw me by saying I looked good, and the next thing we were kissing like we'd never kissed before. We ended up ripping each others clothes, and he pushed his hard cock into me. I don't think it had ever been that hard. He fucked me hard and fast like he never had in 20 years. Then he shot his load before collapsing onto me. A minute later he was up, getting dressed and out of the door. He text me later that evening apologising, saying that it shouldn't have happened. But it happened again and again. And again. I guess I was hoping he'd come back. I told my best friend and she told me to kick him into touch. He was using me. Having his cake and eating it. I knew she was right. The next evening the door knocked and it was him. He went to kiss me, expecting me to respond. I told him no. Told him it wasn't doing me any good. It was then he got nasty, telling me that I was shit in bed anyway, a frump, fat, ugly, and that I'd never get anyone. I broke down in tears when he'd left and spent the weekend buried in numerous bottles of wine. I was 46, I'd put on weight over the years, but didn't think I was too bad. Always big busted and that's what men always looked at first. I decided to sort myself out and move on. I got my hair styled and my friend took me out and got me some new outfits. All my tops now enhanced my boobs and boy did they show off my 38fs. I was in Dublin on business the following Tuesday and was staying overnight. Id had my meetings and made my way to the hotel. Got into my room, showered, and then headed to the bar and restaurant. Id put on one of the new dresses I'd bought and slipped on my knee high boots. Didn't think I looked too bad as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I'd sat at a table just to the side of the bar, with a bottle of white wine for myself. I'd ordered snacks rather than a main meal and was eating those when a very deep American voice said, "would you mind if I join you as there are no other tables available" I nodded and said that was fine. Dale was a very tall, stockily built, very dark skinned African American. He was humorous and we sat laughing and joking about any old stuff. He told me he was 60, married, and over on business too. I told him I was 46, recently separated, and that I hadn't laughed so much in weeks. We got round to talking about my husband, and maybe it was the drink, but I told him what he'd said that night I'd rejected his advances. Dale put his big hand onto mine and told me that I was neither ugly, fat or frumpy and that any man in the hotel bar would like the chance to get with me. I looked up at him and asked, "even you?" The next thing that's happening is Dale stands up, and without saying a thing, offers his hand. I'm then walking with him along the hotel corridor to his room. Still nothing was said as the door opened and he led me in. He bent down, cupped my face, and kissed me. His tongue pushing into my mouth and finding mine. The kisses became more urgent and I found myself fumbling to undo his belt on his trousers. He stepped back and without taking his eyes off me, undone his trousers and then went back to kissing me. My hand found its way into his shorts and i pulled out a thick hardening cock. We carried on kissing as I clumsily wanked him hard. This was my first man other than my husband for about 25 years. Dale stopped kissing me and pushed me down onto my knees as he wriggled out of his trousers and shorts. My husband had been about 7 inches with quite a thin cock. Dale was around about the same length but I couldn't close my hand around his shiny, very dark cock. I like sucking but I was having trouble getting it into my mouth. I licked and spat on him and eventually built up a good rhythm. It was then that I noticed how wet I was. I could feel my knickers were soaked and that my thighs felt wet. Dale pulled me up and pulled my dress off over my head, leaving me in just my knickers, bra, and boots. I felt rather conscious but he told me that I looked sexy. We kissed as we stood and his big fingers pulled my knickers aside and gently rubbed my clit, before he pushed two of them into me. His fingers felt like the cock I'd had for the previous 25 years! He began to finger fuck me hard and I came hard, knees buckling, with my juices running from me. It was only his big hand that stopped me falling over. Dale laid me back onto the bed, knelt in front of me, pulled my knickers off, and buried his face into my wet pussy. His hands pushed my bra up over my tits and then they were mauling me. Squeezing. Pulling my nipples. His tongue was pushing into my hole as his nose pushed on my clitoris. He moved his hands down and lifted my legs up. He slightly moved his face from my pussy and told me I tasted devine. Then he done something that no one had ever done to me before. He slowly licked my arsehole. The sensation was amazing. His tongue probed my virgin arse. Asking me if I liked it. I just nodded. No words came out. He gently pushed a finger in my bum. Causing me to gasp. He gently fingered me as his tongue flicked my clit. His finger fucked harder and his tongue increased the flicking of my clit. I came again. Harder this time. Dale stood and his thick cock swayed in front of him. He wanked that shiny cock as he moved forward and positioned himself at my pussy lips. As he leaned forward to kiss me, he pushed himself into me. My pussy stretching like it never had before. I gasped the deeper he went. Building up a steady rhythm allowing me to get used to his girth. His fucking got harder as he dragged me to the edge of the bed. Standing in front of me, making me whimper as he began to pound me. He had a hand around my throat telling me I was a good white whore as his cock drove hard and deep. I came on his cock. Crying out and shaking as my hole clamped around his shaft. He never eased up. He fucked me relentlessly. I can honestly say that I've never been fucked like that. He pulled me up, pulled his cock from my cunt, and pushed it into my mouth, telling me to lick my juice from his cock. I surprised myself as it was something I'd never been keen on doing, but i licked his entire cock clean. He told me to get on my knees, before pushing that fat cock back into my pussy. The pounding started again. I was making noises I didn't know I was capable of. He gripped my hips and fucked me hard. This carried on until I heard him say he was cumming. He fired 4 or 5 big jets of cum inside me as he cried out. He rolled onto his back on the bed. I collapsed sideways. His cum running from me. I'd never felt so wide open. I held his cock as he softened and I kissed him. Thanking him. Telling him that I'd never ever been fucked like that. Dale was the first of many guys I've been with since. I have no partner as I'm having my fun with different guys. Plenty more tales of you'd like to hear. X