“Jenn, I want to see you in my office before you leave,” commanded ICU nurse manager Jack Murphy.  Nursing was Jack’s second career after retiring from the Marines, and sometimes he forget that he wasn’t commanding troops anymore.

My first thought was, “Oh great, what did I do now?”

I walked to his office and found him sitting behind his desk with a rather stern look on his face.

“Close the door behind you and sit,” he ordered, pointing at the chair in front of his desk.

After what seemed like an eternity but was actually only a few seconds, he asked me in a soft tone, “What’s bothering  you? The last few weeks everyone has noticed that you are not yourself.”

That was all it took to cause my eyes to fill with tears as I started to cry uncontrollably. 

He got up from behind his desk, pulled a chair next to where I was sitting, put his arm around me and softly said, “Okay, calm down. Whatever it is we can fix it.  Now tell me what’s going on.”

In between sobs I began to explain that my husband of five years had announced suddenly that he wanted a divorce and had packed up and moved out.

“Another woman?” Jack asked.

“No. He just doesn’t want to be married anymore,” I said between. sobs. “He doesn’t want to be responsible for another person.”

Jack took the next half-hour asking me questions and making suggestions for how to deal with the situation.

Over the next year, Jack became my go to person for support and advice.  We became friends and I became part of his family. His daughter, Allison (aka Allie), who is a few years younger than I, did her best to get me up to speed on socializing as a single woman again. Weekends hanging out with Allie at home really were an escape for me. 

At Jack’s recommendation and with his help I found a new less stressful job with regular hours.  I was getting by but missed having a man in my life on a regular basis.  I never thought of Jack as anything other than a friend.  He was a father figure until….

A little over a year after my divorce was final I was invited to the wedding of one of my nurse friends from the ICU.  I mentioned the invitation to Allie and told her I wasn’t planning on going because it would be all couples and I had no one to escort me.  She looked at me and said, “I wouldn’t bet on that.  My dad Is going and my mom can’t go with him.  She’s out of town that weekend on business.” With that, she called him and explained my situation.  After a few exchanges, she handed me the phone and said, “Dad wants to talk to you”

I took the phone from her and said, “Hi Jack.”  He asked if Allie had the situation correct, and when I said yes, he said, “Jenn I would be honored if you would let me escort you.”  Laughing, I replied, “How could I turn down an offer from the hospital hunk?”

Jack really is a hunk.  To say that Jack turns women’s heads is an understatement.  His blond hair and blue eyes combined with his 6’ 1”, 200 pound physique that puts men half his fifty-six years to shame has caused many a woman to trip over her own feet trying to get a second look at him.

As the date of the wedding approached, I agonized over what to wear.  I needed something fancy that nobody at the wedding would have seen me in but didn’t want to spend money on a new dress.  My only option was something I had worn to an event with my ex-husband.  It was a beautiful dress. Very slinky Royal Blue, backless halter top that really showed off my assets.

Problem was the dress brought back memories of one of the best nights of my marriage.  I decided I would just have to deal with the memories.

The afternoon of the wedding Jack picked me up.  When I opened the door he looked at me and said, “Wow, you look great in that dress.”

It was a beautiful wedding. Champagne flowed freely which I took advantage of.

I lost track of Jack after dinner as I mingled and danced with my friends.

After a while I found him sitting by himself at the bar.

I approached him and jokingly asked, “Hey Marine what’s a girl have do to get a drink around here?”

Tapping the seat next to him, he replied, “Well you just sit yourself down here ma’am and I’ll take good care of you. Bartender, champagne for the lady and another Jameson's on the rocks,” he ordered.

Handing me my glass, Jack raised his and said, “A toast to the winner of the sexiest dress of the evening award.”  After taking a sip of his drink he looked at me and said, “Jenn, that drees looks like it was custom made for you. Was it?"

“No,” I said and began to tell him the story behind it.

As I was telling the story of how I bought it knowing how much my ex would like it and how special that evening turned out to be, memories began to pop into my head.  As my eyes began to tear Jack asked what was bothering me.

I said, “Oh, just the usual thoughts of how the man I loved so much could just walk away from me. What’s wrong with me?  Why would he do that?”

Looking at me tenderly Jack said,  “Hey I know it’s hard but better it happened now while you’re still young than live through years of an unhappy marriage.”

“What do you know about unhappy marriages?” I retorted.  “You have a perfect marriage.”

Looking into his drink he softly said, “Things aren’t always as they appear.’

“Are you telling me your marriage isn’t good?” I asked

Looking up he said, “Far from good.”

I was shocked.  All this time I had no idea he was so unhappy. 

He went on to explain how his wife was a miserable person to live with and how she had refused him sex for the last ten years. 

“Why didn’t you get out?“  I asked.

“Lots of reasons,” he said. “But mostly because I’m not the kind of man who can just walk away from a commitment. Who knows, maybe if I had a met a sensitive, beautiful, sexy woman like you I would have.”

I melted inside.  Here was one of the most gorgeous men I had ever laid eyes on telling me I was beautiful and sexy and that I could make him compromise his ideals.

Taking my hand he asked, “Let’s  dance.”

Between the champagne and what Jack had just said I felt like we were dancing on a cloud.  It felt so good to have a man’s arms around me again.  He pulled me close to him and as he did, I realized he had an erection.  As we danced in silence pressing our hips together I could feel myself moistening. When the song ended he took me back to the bar.

As we took our seats he looked in my eyes and said, “Thanks. I enjoyed that.”

Glancing down at the bulge in his pants I said, “I noticed.”

Blushing, with a look of embarrassment on his face, he stammered, "I… I… I’m so sorry that happened.  Between all I’ve had to drink and holding a woman in my arms for the first time in years and the way you look in that dress...”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said, “It’s natural and to be honest it excites me to know that I have that effect on you.”

Taking my hands in his he said, “Jenn, I’m really going to get myself in trouble here but I have to tell you, if I were twenty years younger I would…” 

I interrupted him by leaning forward and whispering in his ear, “Scoop me up and take me to bed?”

Looking into my eyes he said, “Something like that.” 

Without hesitating I responded, “Screw the age difference. Take me home.  I want you to fuck me.”

He leaned back, looked at me and said, “Are you serious?"

I answered him by pulling him to me kissing him passionately and running my fingers over the bulge in his pants.  Breaking off the kiss I asked, “What do you think?”

Jack quickly paid the check and we headed towards the door, my heart racing, panties becoming increasingly wet. 

We made it to my house in record time.

As I stood at the kitchen counter pouring us each a glass of wine, I felt Jack standing behind me putting his hands on my shoulders. He began kissing my neck.  I felt him push his hips against me lowering himself and sliding his erection up and down my ass.

He untied the halter of my dress exposing my breast. His arm encircled my chest and his massive hands cupped my breasts.

It had been almost two years since I had felt a man’s touch.   My body hadn’t responded like this since I was a teenager.

His fingers found my already erect nipples.  His tweaking of them sent a wave of pleasure like a mini-orgasm to my pussy.  My panties were soaked.

His hand made its way inside my panties, pausing to pet my bush.  His fingers found my encouraged clit sending shivers up and down my spine.

I gasped as his finger softly started to massage my clit. The tip of his middle finger making soft circles as the rest of his  hand  caressed my vulva.

Suddenly I felt his fingers poised at my opening.  Impatiently I grabbed his wrist and pushed, his hand directing his finger into me.

“Oh my God Jenn, you are so fucking wet,” he whispered as he gently fucked me with his fingers.

I held his wrist tightly forcing his palm against my throbbing clit as my hips matched the rhythm of his fingers stroking my G-spot

“Oh Jack that feels so good,” I moaned.  “You’re going to make me come.”

Pulling his fingers away he said, “Not yet.”

Turning to face him I pleaded, “Please I can’t wait.  I have to have you in me.”

I fumbled with his belt buckle and zipper and finally had his pants and boxers down.  He groaned as I took him in my hand and gently stroked him. “Holy crap,” I exclaimed as I realized my hand would not fit all the way around him.  “I don’t know if that will fit in me.”

“Won’t know until we try,” he said, smiling.

Hooking my fingers in the skirt of my dress and panties I pushed them to the floor and stepped out of them. 

Turning back towards the counter I bent forward, lifted my butt, and spread my legs offering myself to him and said, “Let’s try”.

He stepped up behind me and taking himself in hand began to slide the pre-cum soaked head up and down my dripping wet pussy. 

Looking over my shoulder, I commanded, “Please don’t tease me.  I need you to fuck me. Now!”

He met resistance as he started to enter me, and there was pain as my pussy started to stretch to accommodate him but my overwhelming desire made the pain seem pleasurable.

He slowly slid his entire length in and after pausing to allow me to get used to being stretched he began to move sliding almost all the way out of me and then plunging in until I felt his balls slapping my ass.

“I have never felt this full!” I cried as my hips began to thrust, matching his rhythm. 

Reaching around my hips, his fingers spread my lips and began to massage my clit.  I gasped at the pleasure it created.  Again I could feel my orgasm building in my pussy.

“Oh Jack, I’m going to come” I said as he increased the pressure on my clit.

Suddenly I felt a finger tip pressing gently on my virgin asshole.  Slowly he increased the pressure until the tip entered me and began fucking my asshole in sync with his cock fucking my pussy triggering the most intense orgasm of my life.  My entire body became electrified as my pussy and asshole clamped down on him as if resisting him from pulling out.

As my head began to clear, I heard Jack groan and felt him thrust deep inside me as he filled me with his hot semen.

Totally spent, we both collapsed falling forward onto the counter, breathing as If we had just run a marathon. 

As I lay face down on the counter recovering, I could feel Jack’s cock shrinking until he finally fell out of me. 

Jack lifted himself off me, allowing me to stand.  I turned to face him, put my arms around his neck and said, “No man has ever fucked me like that.”

Smiling, he picked me up and headed for the bedroom, saying, “Seeing as how you enjoyed  it so much I’ll just have to do it again for you."