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Monica Sexually Reborn

A little backstory. I am a widow in my mid-60's with an extremely active fantasy life. While I don't have much ambition to go out locally (weird in a small town without my wife)- so I stick to my imagination, porn, and frequent masturbation. I have opened part of my house to become a private version of an Airbnb- not necessarily for the money, but I've come to enjoy the guests coming and going. Someone to talk with, have a glass of wine and on a rare occasion- some light sexual contact (both a few men and women eventually asking for an intimate massage to which I gladly provided).

A few months ago, I was contacted by a work placement company asking if I would take in a guest for 6 months. Her name is Monica, she is in her mid-30's and is in the process of relocating from the west coast- initially that was all they shared. I agreed, and a week later Monica appeared at my front door with just a few bags (odd since an extended stay was anticipated). As a bonus, she is very fit and attractive, but seemed a bit shy or timid at the same time.

The first week or 10 days was nothing out of the ordinary- she worked a typical 9-5 job during the week, so our time together was limited. I noticed each day however she became less and less timid, and more and more confident- both in her demeanor, but also in her dress. Things between us began to loosen up and she shared her abusive past.

She was the girlfriend of the local bad boy in high school, Tommy. At the time, it seemed like a good thing. He treated her harshly, but she just thought that was how bad boys are. She got pregnant and they got a shotgun wedding to satisfy the parents. Shortly after however, she lost the baby and due to complications, lost the ability to ever have children. From that point, Tommy treated her like damaged goods and became more and more abusive both toward her, but also to most everyone he met. For the following almost 20 years her sex life was only to be her "cum dump" as he put it- either a 60 second fuck or masturbating onto her face- and laughing at her. Eventually they had no friends as he made them feel bad seeing how he treated her. Eventually- things turn around. Last year Tommy was in a local bar that several bikers had come into as well. He got into a verbal argument with one guy- the guy thought it was over and went into the men's room. Tommy walked up behind him and slit his throat. Turns out, the man at the urinal was not who he had confronted, but instead the leader of a local club. Other bikers witnessed this and called for the members to maim Tommy, but don't kill him- that would be too easy. After a month in the hospital, he was eventually found guilty in court and sentenced to life in prison. The bikers have kept track of him in his various prisons and continue to torment him- only fitting.

This however, provided Monica the opportunity to move on and re-start her life. This is where our story begins!

As mentioned, after a few weeks Monica began to open up more and more. First by sharing her horrid life with Tommy- but also how sexually repressed she was forced to be. Her dress became more and more provocative around the house- showing more skin, cleavage, and ass cheeks. Her flirting of sorts started- I assumed she was just joking with me as I am so much older than she. Almost nightly she would ask about what adults do sexually. Odd question for a mid-30's person to ask... I eventually asked her "Without stepping over the line, how come you go out at night to the bar, but always end up coming home? Not that you're not welcome, but you look so hot, I assume guys are crawling all over you". She simply replied, "They are" and went silent. I probed a little more and she said she was simply afraid to be with a man. While she is in her mid-30's, her last French kiss was when she was 18. Received her last oral sex about 18-19 and only gave oral a few times since then as well. I was somewhat speechless, but she reaffirmed the abusive relationship she had with Tommy- but was ready to put that behind her. She wanted a sex but remained afraid. When she was inexperienced in her teens, the guys were inexperienced as well, but now everyone will be experienced except her. Something unrelated came up and the topic was dropped that evening.

This is when things turned (from what I am used to)- she became the aggressor, I muster all restraint possible due to the age difference. First came open questions from Monica- Did you still French kiss your wife? Did you guy still go down on each other? Fuck a lot? More and more aggressive, frequent, and unfiltered. Always at this point, going unanswered. Nightly some version of the same questions came- and eventually- "Don't you find me attractive?". With all that she has gone though, the last thing I wanted to do was have her feel unattractive- so it sparked a reply. "Of course I find you attractive! Very attractive and sexy as a matter of fact. Also a fact, you're in your mid-30's and I'm in my mid-60's. Her blunt replies continued- "I'm not looking for a date, I simply want to be taught how to have sex".

The following days found her focus and playful aggressiveness continue to escalate. I can't say I wasn't enjoying it immensely, but I was still trying to resist due to the age thing. One night, she was headed to the shower- she had removed all but her panties and bra and was walking away from me toward the shower. It was like watching beauty in slow motion. Simply stunning. She stopped and said, "Can you put these in the wash when you go that way?" and proceeded to remove her bra and panties and leave them on the floor. Aside from now seeing her bare ass, I couldn't see anything else- but in my mind, I have now seen her completely naked! Solo session will need no assistance that night!

In hindsight, I think Monica assumed the naked shower show would have broken me, but I stayed strong. As such, she upped her game. The next night, we came up behind me while I was on the sofa the placed two fingers under my nose and said "Smell my fingers" (universal sign received!). While she must have missed the stirring in my pants, she noticed I didn't leave the sofa, so she returned and this time placed her fingers on my lips and said "Taste my fingers". My resolve was being broken- I not only tasted them, but opened my mouth and fully sucked them. Her reply was- "Now that you've tasted my pussy- fuck me! I could resist no more!

As I walked her to the bedroom I reminded her this was just a private, sexual relationship. She backed off the pressure and looked me in the eyes and said "I know...and I really do appreciate your helping me, seriously". I embraced her and began to kiss her intimately. Then I realized she was crying! Not the response a guy is seeking! She mentioned it was the first time in almost 20 years she had been kissed intimately and she was simply emotionally taken. We proceeded to take things slowly during this marathon sex session- slowly removing one another clothes and savoring each sight, moment, and taste. While she was technically inexperienced in giving head, she did so like a pro! I have always enjoyed a fairly boundary-less sex life, so when I got my turn at going down on her- she went nuts, nearly being a 35-year-old virgin. When it came time to place my cock inside, she tensed up having only the roughness and carelessness of Tommy as her experience. When I entered her slowly and softly, waited for her body to open and fully accept me she experienced perhaps her first orgasm in her life. We stayed at it for what seemed like hours- changing positions to our mutual desire - not just "Open up" or "Bend over" (as with Tommy).

In the following nights I shared other things that I like to do but admitted not all men will. One night, I rolled her over and went down on her ass in the same manner I had her pussy. I do this easily with vigor, not understanding myself why this is such a passion of mine- but it is. I love to rim a groomed and clean ass and I showed her such a passion. The next time we fucked, I whispered in her ear that I wanted here to sit on my face and make me eat her cum filled pussy when we were finished. This too, a naughty passion on mine.

For the many weeks that followed, almost every evening ended in some sort of sexual event. Full out sex, oral or a sensual massage. More and more Monica was gathering confidence and eventually she didn't come home after a evening at the bar. The next morning while I'm having coffee, she arrives and could not contain herself- sharing how she had fucked his brains out! She had become the aggressor again. As the weeks continued to roll by, she was becoming more and more active with local men- and when coming home- sharing more and more of the details. Mostly good, some simply funny. Our sexual time slowed which was the plan.

Then on one evening (when I didn't expect she'd be returning), she called and said she was in route. I was to get on the bed naked and wait for her. I did so easily. When she arrives, she wasted no time dropping her skirt and placed her cum filled pussy on my mouth. She knew how much I enjoyed eating my own cream pie, she assumed I would enjoy eating others. She was right! This became a weekend ritual - more often that not, with her inviting the men back to her (our) place. They would cum in her and she let them know to let themselves out. Once the door shut, she'd call me to come in and "Eat up honey".

She is now on solid footing with her career and self-confidence. She will be moving to another city (not too far away) and getting on with her life. I am thankful for the unbelievable time I've had with her and hope for an occasional visit for a "touch up". - Thanks Monica, I feel 35 all over again!