The current pandemic has curtailed everyone's fun. I am reminded of a previous one which those of us around then, also believed would take us all. It didn't. I refer to Aids. What follows is the story of a part of my life that was stopped by it. It's long, so I've choppped it into bite-sized pieces. If you enjoy this slice, look out for the handle 'Redwing". It is based on real events as I remember them, but has been dramatised, camouflaged, and in places, embelished to the point of pure fiction. A new life. I was married much too young. Neither of us had had any previous experience, we learned together. It was fine to begin with, but the more I discovered about sex, mainly via magazines, the more I wanted to experiment. My wife didn't. Her idea of, 'that', was sex at the weekend, mainly in missionary. So it will come as no surprise that I looked elsewhere. At first it really was just looking. And wanking. A whole lot of wanking, usually over Girlie mags. She caught me at it and was genuinely disgusted. I decided that the marriage was over. So was the sex with her. Even so, it was a long time until I found someone else. I had known Rachel for about two years, I belonged to a cricket club, she was married to another member and was tea-and-sandwich-maker-in-chief. I thought that she was gorgeous, she was the main object of my masturbatory fantasies. One day, after a match, I helped to clear up. I found her in the kitchen crying. Eventually she revealed all, she and her husband were getting a divorce. "It's been over for a long time," she explained. "But I thought that we could fix it." I could sympathise, I was in pretty much the same situation. We were the last ones there, I consoled her. He had moved out, it was her house, inherited from her grandparents. We went back to her place for more consolation, this time in her bed. I admit that I was in a hurry, there was little foreplay, I just wanted to fuck her. We fucked in what had been the marriage bed, me on top. I came too quickly. As far as I was concerned, that was it. I had never fucked my ex twice in one session. But as we lay together, she fondled my cock, Ex had never done that. I was soon bone hard again. To my astonishment, Rachel straddled me and guided it into her cunt, still oozing spunk from my last come. I lasted longer this time, even though cowgirl was a new experience for me. To this day I think that it's my favourite. My hands were free to explore her fabulous body. She had spectacular tits, they got a lot of attention. But being able to roam all over her was bliss, I cupped her arse cheeks as I thrust up into her, I slid my fingers down to where my cock was plunging in and out of her cunt, feeling the wet lips moving with my stalk. She leaned forward to allow me better access, murmuring; "That's nice." I had never had such encouragement before, an entirely new experiece for me. I lasted longer, but not much. When I exploded into her it was as though every nerve in my body was contributing, I thiink that it was my first true orgasm. I had ejaculated possibly thousands of times before, but it had never felt like this. I think that I fell in love with her at that precise moment. She put on a dressing gown while I dressed, went downstairs and made tea. Then with considerable reluctance, I prepared to leave for home. We kissed goodbye, a kiss that intensified. My cock erected again, pressing against her belly. She slipped a hand down, squeezed it and said; "Eager isn't he? From behind then." She pulled the gown up and leaned forward against the table. I pulled my pants down and guided 'him' back into her. I was familiar with rear entry. In the early days, it had been something that Ex had enjoyed, usually in the 'spoons' position, ocasionally in 'doggy'. But never standing up, another first. I didn't think that I could come again, I was wrong. It took a while, but eventually, I was there, pumping frantically. My knees buckled and I slipped out, my final spurts going on her back, which she seemed to find amusing. I had parked down the road, away from her house to avoid the attention of nosey neighbours. Despite feeling knackered, there was a spring in my step as I walked away, I had just fucked a beautiful woman three times. The next day at work was agony. I wanted more. I did not know her phone number, this was before the days of mobile phones and emails. That evening, I went round and knocked at her door. No reply. Another anxious day at work, another visit. She was there. "Oh it's you," she said letting me in. "I didn't expect to see you again" "Whyever not?" "You're married, I thought you just wanted to fuck me." I had never heard a woman say 'fuck', it was like an electric shock. "Well yes," I stammered. "But I thought…" I did not know what I thought. I just wanted her. I explained my marital situation. She kissed me and led me to her bedroom. I wanted to give her pleasure, I knew that mine would come easily, in the form of a few spurts of cum, but I knew from magazines that if I could prolong it, it might be as mind-blowing as our last session. Naked on the bed, I tried to ignore the demands of my bristling cock. I caressed and kissed every part of her lovely body, intending to finish by licking her cunt. Yes, I knew about that. When I got to it, teasing apart the moist lips with the tip of my tongue, she seemed startled. She was running with juice, I lapped it up like a kitten. She moaned with pleasure. I burrowed inside. I honestly beleived that the clitoris was deep inside, but this tiny bud thing at the front seemed to bring most reaction. I licked and sucked it. Suddenly, her entire body stiffened, then started to spasm, as though she was fitting. It worried the hell out of me. Then I realised that it was her orgasm, my body had reacted in a similar way at our first session. I mounted her, she fed my rigidity inside and I fucked like life depended on it, coming far to quickly, but firing what felt like pints of spunk into her welcoming cunt. I softened and slipped out of her, pulled her to me and showered her with kisses. "It's never been like that before," she said. "It was your orgasm," I replied, like an expert. "I know what it was, I thought that I had orgasmed before, but not like that. I thought that my nipples were going to pop. I almost passed out." My chest puffed up, almost as much as my cock was doing. "Nobody has ever licked me there," she continued. "Will you do it again?" The idea of a twenty-five year old woman never having had her cunt licked, sounds ridiculous these days, but this was over fifty years ago. Things have changed. And at that time, I had never had my cock sucked. Not properly anyway. That was about to change. Ex would not suck my cock. She tried, once, when we were first married. But after that, simply refused. It was really unfair, because I enjoyed licking her cunt. I realise now that I never gave her an orgasm, simply because I was doing it wrong. But back to my new love. Rachel's fingers had not left my cock since it had slipped from her cunt. She now bent down, kissed it on the tip, I was so hard that it was peeping through my foreskin, and said; "Hello big boy." She looked up at me and said; "This is the biggest I've ever seen." I thought that she was just flattering me. "Really?" I said, sarcastically," I haven't seen that many." "I have," she replied. "And really, it's big." It was meant as a compliment, but it had the opposite effect. How many had she seen? I knew that she was married, but… Any misgivings were swept away when she slipped her lips over the knob, pushing back the foreskin. Nor did she stop there, she toook me deep into her throat before pulling back so that she could suck it. I could feel the sap rising, I warned her. She sucked harder. I pumped an even bigger load into her mouth. She gulped it down, every drop. Now I was in no doubt, I wanted to be with this woman. She said no. She would see me twice a week, tuesdays and thursdays, but only if I left my wife. I found lodgings, said goodbye to Ex, and started my new life. I wanted more than two days a week, but all she would allow was a occasional day at the weekend. I found out much later, that she was not only being fucked by me, she had another regular on mondays and wednesdays. The weekends she kept open, sometimes me or monday/wednesday, would be invited to do the honours, sometimes she would go out and pick up a one-nighter. When I found out, I was livid. But it was history, and as someone said, you can't un-fuck somebody. Eventually, I would have mental picture of standing in line, waiting for my turn to fuck her already cum-filled cunt, or kissing a mouth that hat just swallowed another man's spunk. I found it a massive turn-on. A few years later, it was reallity.