UPDATE: When I became single after the death of my husband, I was finally able to join the choir that had been asking me for years. My husband had always held me back, he had always been jealous as soon as I went to another man. Whether it was dancing, singing, swimming or whatever. I may have had a beautiful voice, but when I became a member it took a few months before I was allowed to start singing solos with a man. From that moment on I was walking on clouds. A charming, handsome man as a partner soloist who always had an attention for me and when we had a long bus journey ahead of us for a performance abroad, we sat together for the first time in a long time. We talked about everything and more and when he asked me how I felt, I spontaneously told him that I found my greatest happiness in the choir and especially with him when we sang a solo.
Spontaneously he took my hand and for the first time our lips met in an intense French kiss. I effortlessly let him caress my breasts.
It was a blissful pleasure when he first slid a caressing hand between my thighs. I encouraged him when he took off my thong and I enjoyed it immensely when he then slid a finger into my vagina and fingered me until I came softly with a moan. When he asked me to feel how eager he was, I searched for a way along his fly to his eager cock. When he asked me when I wanted, I invited him to come to my room that night to make love to me. Once we arrived at our hotel, I arranged everything. After dinner, we went dancing for another hour and then I made love to my fellow soloist for more than two hours and experienced a pinnacle of sexual pleasure. It was the beginning of our Romance.