This is the fourth part of a series where each part can be read with or without having read the previous parts.
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At the age of 48, I split from my wife and had two fantastic years of dating and sex with a lot of different women. These are the true stories of the wonderful women of those two fantastic years. I love these memories and want to share them with you.
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JEANNE
Checking my messages on the dating website, I had received a message from a woman named Jeanne, suggesting we meet up. After some messages back and forth, we met up at a local movie theater for our date. She was really attractive: curly black hair, average height, slightly over average weight with a nicely rounded figure, and a very pretty face. She was also really great to talk to. She was a lawyer and we had interesting conversations on many subjects, including many discussions about the dating website and how it was working out for each of us. We had fun at the movie and got a meal afterwards, and although I found her to be intellectually interesting and a lot of fun, there didn't seem to be a lot of sexual energy going on between us initially.
In that respect, it was like many other dates I had at the time. Many dates involved dinner, drinks and/or movie or live music, perfunctory conversation about our respective marriage breakdowns, a nice hug and a kiss and that was that. In some cases, I realized there was no spark there, and just dropped it, and funnily enough, in such cases, the women obviously felt the same as I never got a follow-up from them. In some other cases, I was keen to make progress with the woman and tried to follow up but got no response. In any case, I had a lot of nice dates, met many pleasant women, and at least I was not sitting at home on my own on a Friday or Saturday night, and neither was my date, so that made these dates worthwhile.
However, Jeanne was different. Although there was no sexual spark there, we were evidently both interested in each other, but I did not feel there was sufficient interest there for a long-term relationship with her. I continued to date other women, sometimes with sex, sometimes without. Jeanne and I kept messaging, even as we were both actively dating and having sex with other people. As well as messaging each other via the website, we also talked by phone about how our dates were going, whether we were getting good sex from those, how we were dealing with our exes, issues with our children, and so on.
Jeanne and I also had a couple more actual dates which were initiated by her, so it seemed she was keener on me than I was on her. On these dates, we got to know each other better, but neither of us made a move on the other. We were becoming good friends and to me, she was more like a sister in whom I could confide. We had the shared experience of being recently separated and were both in a similar place of trying to take the next step. We gave each other advice on how to work with our ex-spouses and also how to get better results from the dating website, providing each other with advice from the perspective of the opposite sex.
I was in the west coast on business when I received an invitation from Jeanne to a house-warming party that she and her housemate, Pam, were having the following Friday night. My plane was due to arrive home about 8:00 pm Friday night, and from the airport, my apartment was in the other direction to her house. She suggested I should come straight over from the airport, and I got there about 9:30 pm. Most of the guests and the two hosts were out the back in the hot tub. Jeanne came to greet me, looking ravishing in a black bikini which showed off her shapely, full breasts and her curvaceous body and ass. She introduced me to a few people, helped me get a bite to eat, and said that she was going back out to the hot tub with the other people. I told her I did not have a bathing suit, and she said not to worry, it was pretty dark and no-one would mind if I was naked. I finished my snack and went to the bedroom, stripped and wrapped a towel around myself, grabbed a plastic glass of wine and headed out to the back yard.