I was in my late40's when I was between marriages and on the dating sites trying to meet women and I found Diane. Liked her pic and so sent a message, the hit rate even back then was low but got a message back. We chatted back and forth for a while and got on well so arranged to meet for a drink.
When we met it was a relief to find her profile pics were accurate, not always the case. She had blonde hair, green eyes, early 40's and quite petite. Not the curves I would usually go for but still found her very attractive. She had separated from her husband when she found out he was having an affair with a hooker. They had been in the middle east and she had moved back to the UK, living in a house owned by her parents with her 4 kids. All of this information came out during the course of the evening as we chatted easily about things, the time passing quickly.
At the end of the evening, I walked her back to her car and wondered whether a goodnight kiss on the cheek would be appropriate. I leaned in to try and she met me with her lips which was nice then her mouth opened and we were french kissing. Very pleasant but unexpected on a first date and did get my trousers stirring. Then we broke the kiss to come up for air and said good night. I waved her off as I walked back to my car but I was thinking that I would be getting some action in the near future.
Second date I was allowed to pick her up near her house and we went for another drink, dropping her back in the same place with the same passionate kissing at the end of the evening. Bit nothing more.
Third date, I had booked a table for dinner and was allowed to pick her up from her house. Dinner was had and I took her back to her house. After I parked on her drive, she invited me in for coffee, all very cliched. We went in and proceeded to the kitchen where she made us coffee and then moved to the lounge, chatting and drinking our coffee. At some point the coffees were put down and we started kissing again, hands beginning to roam a bit. Things were getting heated now and stopped and she said
"I am not sure if we should go ...." indicating upstairs.
I pointed to the obvious bulge in my trouser front and said "I would like to."
With that she took my hand and led me upstairs quietly so as not to wake her kids. In her bedroom, she undressed very quickly, which I would have liked to do but followed her lead and did the same before jumping into bed. Her tits were smaller than expected (damn you Wonderbra!) but lovely pert nipples which I quickly latched on to. She was very keen and after a quick discussion about her not being on the pill and neither of us having any condoms, we went for it anyway. I easily entered her missionary and we quickly settled into a nice rhythm, At the point of climax I pulled out and came on her belly, both very happy with ourselves. After a clean up, I dressed and left as she did not want me to stay with her kids in the house.
That was the start of a fairly short but active relationship. She had clearly been lacking a sex life with her husband plus that sense of freedom. I will now relate a few memorable moments from those few months.