1 comments/ 10447 views/ 3 favorites Surprising Reconnection By: Dr. Dandy It had been years since I had since one of my ex-girlfriends, and as we had both moved on and found happiness elsewhere after our mutual decision to stop seeing each other, we had stayed friends in a casual once-in-a-while e-mail or chat. We had started dating after meeting at a Christmas party, where she had been standing alone sipping tea and being a bit of a wallflower. She was petite in a very good way with long dark hair and a face that was cute and verging on a mature woman's true beauty. Together with her high cheek bones, Slavic accent, and attention to her appearance, she was a real gem of innocent allure. I got her number and we started having coffee together once every two weeks, at which point we got to know each other and I learned to really liked her for who she was; the thing was however that I was somewhat older than her and had been around the block, whereas she was fresh out of her parents' house and had literally no experience with men. It took a long time by my reckoning for anything to develop, but for her it was quite quick I suppose, the budding of a first real relationship that was more than whispered telephone calls and secret crushes. We would meet and talk about everything and anything, and over the course of a few flirtatious meetings, I started including issues of human sexuality into our conversations. I was very open with her about sex in general, which made her blush incessantly at first, but it was clear she was curious. I didn't pressure her for any actual action, just talked with her about it as a natural part of life. That was apparently the right approach, and we started kissing, then petting over the course of a few weeks. We graduated to her jerking me off and the first time she saw a man cum her hand was on my cock with my hand wrapped around hers, helping her squeeze out my load. After that things heated up and we were rubbing up against each other naked and even started taking sexy pictures and short videos of her, which she seemed to truly enjoy. Something about the camera watching her made her very frisky and in every picture (where you can see her face) she is smiling like crazy. We actually took pictures of the head of my hard cock pushing up into her virgin pussy slick with her excitement, though not fully penetrating her. It only got hotter from there. When we did finally start having sex, she was nervous but very eager to learn what I liked, so I taught her and we made jokes about me teaching her. The sex warmed up from just exciting to damn hot, and she truly mastered the art of the blowjob. To top it off, she was one of those women that are blessed with a magic pussy. Now I know that magic pussies are considered a myth by many men, and having slept with more women than I probably should have, I understand why. Most women have a pussy that feels great yes, but they don't actually actively grip and squeeze your cock during sex. Hers however did, and I tell you, it was fucking fantastic to have such a tight, magic and virgin pussy shape itself to the first cock it finally took inside. The sex was great for longer than it had ever been with one woman, and I came to love her for her innocence and optimism. She was beautiful in so many ways. The one thing that had been lacking for me though made our relationship slowly peter out as we approached our fourth year together, and I longed for another kind of relationship. I intimated these things to her many times, and when I finally called things off by spelling them out clearly, she surprised me by saying she had thought for some time it was over already and that she understood. I was actually relieved, because I cared for her a great deal, but knew that long-term we would have a rough go of things. We held hands, we hugged, we said goodbye. Contact itself only slowly faded until it got where it is now, an every once-in-a-while thing. I moved on to someone else and so did she. Hers turned out to be a black man, which she had originally been very adverse to even considering. Her family was, to my mind, racist and extremely conservative in religious terms and in a way, after what she and I had done together, it didn't surprise me as much as it could have. During our time together, I had actively encouraged her to view pornography on the net, giving her sites and showing her things I liked, while supporting her in finding those things that excited her. One of my favored forms of porn that we would watch together while sucking, licking and fucking each other silly, was gangbang porn with one woman and many men, frequently white women getting fucked by big black cocks. I remember her being nervous and shy about it at first, but she seemed to quickly accept and enjoy it. So, needless to say, after we broke up and she ended up with a black guy, I didn't have any right to be surprised. I was concerned she had been suckered by a guy who wanted her for residency reasons, but life is live and learn, so I kept my opinion to myself and supported her for as long as it kept her happy. In fact, she is still with him today and they have moved in together, with her talking of marriage and children on the horizon. So here's to hoping that works out for her. But. And this is a biggie. After not seeing her for a few years and having moved on, I kept coming back in my mind's eye to just how good sex had been with her. How she had learned to suck cock like a true pro, fuck cock with her magic pussy, and to smile and enjoy it the entire time. And of course I had the pictures to prove it, pictures that I viewed whenever I was desperately horny or out of sorts, a private masturbatory refuge where I could view and jerk off to the memory of some of the best sex of my life. Of course, when our relationship ended, I had said I would take care of the pictures, which was understood as me deleting them, and I actually had. But after doing an old system restore following a computer crash, I found I had the pictures on the backup disc. When I looked at them again and was going to delete them, I just couldn't, beautiful memories are so much more immediate with a visual reminder and I just couldn't bring myself to. At those moments I would think of how we would joke and say we would be lovers forever, even if we broke up, even if the other moved on etc., and that would make it somehow more real in the moment and I would inevitably shoot a great hot load while watching her fuck me on the screen. That went on for almost a year before I had fantasized enough and thought enough about it to actually want to try to do something about it. But how? Despite the wild things we had done while we were together, I knew she took a disparaging view of sex outside of a relationship or affairs of any kind. You could take the girl out of her church, so to speak, but not the church out of the girl. That meant that I was going to have to think laterally to get around her morality, and that is no small task. Fortunately I knew it could be done, to an extent. I mean, we had done just about everything sexually a man and woman can do together short of additional partners, even those things I am sure she had been taught were 'sinful' or 'wrong'. But doing those things in the context I was hoping for would definitely be something she was opposed to. But what about those things we said, about staying lovers? It was a foolish thing to think she took that seriously, but that was going to be my in. I thought about it for a while, off and on, and realized that even if she shot me down, she knew me well enough to expect something like that from me sooner or later. I let the first hint drop the next time we got around to chatting online, right after she told me in fact that marriage was on the horizon. "Oh," I said delightedly, "that's a big step. But at least then we can follow through on that agreement we made so long ago." "What do you mean?" she asked. From the tone of her voice she really wasn't sure, but I knew that her man was home with her, so I couldn't be sure. "We had an agreement," I said, "don't you remember?" It became clear she didn't realize what I meant, especially after she asked three times in a row and I told her to think about and I was sure it would come to her. She wasn't too satisfied with that, which was fine by me, it meant she would think about it until she figured it out. That was one of her good traits, a bit naive sometimes but when she was curious she would try and try to figure something out until she got it. After that conversation was a long quiet spell where we didn't hear anything from each other for some time. She moved in with the guy and I kept moving forward in my life. Then I hit a rough patch where I just wasn't inspired by life that much and realized I really needed more excitement and something risqué and perhaps even dangerous to spice things up a bit. I started scripting outrageous conversations in my mind, going over the top with the things I could say, scaling them back, turning them sideways, making them subtle, smoothing things with humor and seemingly harmless intentions. It wasn't going to be easy, like most seductions, it had to be in stages and I tried to think them through carefully and with deliberation. Just thinking of it made me feel like a monster, but sometimes it is feels good to feel so bad, as paradoxical at that seems. I am sure if you are reading this, you know what I mean. Then the day came when we finally did get in touch again. I entered a smiley face in her chat box and she replied. ":)" "Hey, how are you!?" she replied. "Doing okay, thought I would drop a line and say hi." "Kewl!" "So what's up in your life?" "We moved in together and I am working full time at a hotel as a hostess. Working sux!" "Tell me about it! College life was totally different, it takes time to get used to." "Yeah!" "So are you home alone? We could talk a bit if you have time." "Kewl! mom." I put my headset on and could feel my heart starting to beat faster. I reached down and starting rubbing my shaft through my pants, enjoying the erotic deviancy firing through my brain. It took a minute, but then the familiar tone of an incoming call began to chime and I clicked accept. "Hey!" I said as the swirling camera icon spun before connecting. And there she was, sitting in a strange room I didn't recognize but with some of her things in the background that I did. Dolls and doilies mostly. Very girly and quite cute. She looked great, long dark hair open and framing her face that was more womanly and attractive than I remembered it. She had grown up quite a bit since I had seen her last, some three years ago I realized, this could be more challenging - and entertaining! - than I may have hoped for. "Hey back" she said smiling and showing her perfect teeth. The camera had framed her upper torso and face nicely, though the headset did detract from the picture somewhat. During our time together she had been almost fanatically thin, which I had never really cared for. With just two or three kilos more than she liked, her womanly curves came out without making her appear overweight at all, and her breasts and ass were lush and delectable. I could tell that now she was weighing in right around where I liked her, at least the new guy was feeding her right. She was wearing a pale blouse and I could see the straps of her black bra through the thin weave. As the conversation started rolling, I surreptitiously started to rub my now growing cock through my pants, enjoying the feeling of pressure on the head as my thumb ran over and pushed it. I let her do most of the talking, which isn't difficult with her. She gave me the rundown on everything from work ("Sux!") to family (disowned because of black boyfriend, warrior princess sister going crazy) and of course the boyfriend himself. I listened and interjected little comments or witticisms here and there to keep things moving forward. Then it was my turn. I gave her the run down on work and the other recent news before turning the conversation back to her. "I'm glad to see you looking so well despite what's going on otherwise, it looks like overall you are feeling pretty good." "Well, I try to keep looking on the bright side, no use worrying about things I can't change." "More like looking on the dark side," I said. "Who would have ever thought." She laughed a bit at my pun as I continued. "Speaking of which, I guess you can probably confirm that old saying my father was fond of: 'once you go black, you never go back.'" She gave a good laugh at that blushed a bit. It was nice to see her modesty in a way, it made the challenge all the more sweet. "Well?" I asked. "I am really happy with things, considering we're getting married, yeah, I guess I'll never 'go back'." "That's not really what that phrase suggests," I replied. "It's really just sex, in this case if you could ever be satisfied by white cock again." I smiled wryly as she registered what I had said and her mouth opened in a little 'o' of astonishment before she blushed furiously and giggled like a girl. "Well, if I'm ever single again I'll think about it," she tittered. "Funny," I said, "that's not what we agreed on." She jumped at the remark, and I could see her remembering our last conversation as she said "Hey! Yeah, what was that about last time, when you said we had an agreement? What agreement were you talking about?" My cock throbbed in my pants and I leaned back in my chair. On her side of the screen, she could see I had reclined a bit, but my left hand was below the edge of the desk where she couldn't see my fingers actually stroking and pressing on my hard shaft and swollen head. She could however, if she was observant, notice my wrist moving ever so slightly as my fingers below rubbed and slid over the tent in my pants. "I can't believe you don't remember," I laughed, "I thought for sure you would have got it by now, especially with the whole 'never going back' commentary." "Sorry," she said with a little frown of confusion, "I really don't get it." I wasn't really surprised by her answer, it was like that with her sometimes. "Oh boy," I replied in mock exasperation, "good thing one of us remembers. We agreed to remain lovers, even if one or both of us got married." The look on her face was great, running from listening and trying to remember, to her eyes widening as it registered and her mouth opening in a nervous half-smile as she tried to think of a proper way to respond. The good girl in her came and she gave a half-hearted laugh to go with her half-hearted smile, "Yeah well," she said, "I do remember that, but I couldn't have known I would be happy like this at the time. We were together and making those kinds of agreements while you were teaching me just seemed like...well, like we were joking or teasing each other about the future. It was actually a hopeful thing back then, and sure at the time it sounded adventurous, but things have changed." As she said this, I watched her face closely, she had always been good at saying the right thing, but frequently her expression would reveal something more. It is at this point I think she noticed my left hand under the desk, as I could see her eyes focusing downward on the screen and a hint of nervousness crept into her voice. "Awww...!" I exclaimed in faux earnestness, putting on a glum face, "I guess I'll just have to learn to get by with nothing more than pictures of memories." By the time that registered with her, I was singing the first verse of Dean Martin's "Memories are made of this" to tease her. "Hey! I thought you said you would delete those!" "I did actually," I replied smoothly, intentionally shrugging my shoulders and looking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, "but recently I reinstalled my backup files, and I found an old backup of them there. After looking through them and enjoying them again I couldn't bring myself to delete them a second time. Sorry. But don't worry, they are very safe and nobody else is going to see them. I mean, my God, I'm in those photos too, last thing I want is somebody seeing what I look like while fucking. How embarrassing would that be?" As I had been saying this, I had opened the folder on my computer that contained the pictures of us and started looking at the thumbnail previews in the overview. I could tell at that point that she was very probably aware of what my left hand was up to, but I didn't stop. She had watched me jerk off on cam before, while we were dating, and to be honest that wasn't far from my mind. I knew at that moment she was thinking about the pictures and videos we had done while together, I was certain she had understood that by "enjoying" I meant I had jerked off to them. Together with the image her mind likely conjured when I talked about how I look while fucking, a dribble of precum surged up the shaft of my cock and lightly lubed the head before absorbing into my underwear. "Umm...," she started hesitantly, "... I can't really be upset with you, I kept my copies too." She shrugged and smiled ruefully, "But it's nice you at least deleted them once." "Oh really?" I asked, seizing the unexpected opportunity, "And when was the last time you looked at them?" She blushed again before telling me it had been a few months. I could see her eyes still focusing near the bottom of her screen, where my wrist could be seen slowly moving in small circular motions. "Oh, it must have been a few months ago now. And when was the last time you looked at them?" she asked, trying to divert. "Honestly?" I said, "I am looking at them right now." Her face appeared thunderstruck, "Uhhh..." she said hesitantly, now obviously staring at the bottom of her screen, a war of emotions on her face, not all of them good for my cause. "Well, maybe we should hang up so you can.... get on with things there. I don't want to interrupt anything." "You aren't interrupting me, don't worry," I said with a wink and smile, "talking about it shouldn't be awkward for us, it's not like you haven't actually participated in the past." "Yeah, but things have changed, I'm not sure I'm really comfortable with where this is going." "Wait a minute, you were already with your boyfriend a few months ago, in fact it has been quite some time. So you actually looked at our pictures since you've been with him. Is that what's making you uncomfortable?" "No, it's not that, it's just..." she flattered her hands a bit in air, "well maybe. And knowing you are looking at them right now and our history and everything, part of me is kinda embarrassed and I feel like I shouldn't be talking with you about that, like its cheating or something. You understand, don't you? That shouldn't happen." "Well, on the one hand," I said raising my right hand from where it was on the arm of my chair, "I do understand. But," I continued while using my right hand to point at my left, "on the other, words aren't action and we are sitting like 300 kilometers apart." I decided to go light on the offensive and followed that up with, "You need to get over that overly prude upbringing of yours entirely someday, you'll enjoy life more. We aren't actually doing anything. And even if we did, so what? It's not any different than watching a movie online, right? I mean, you do still enjoy watching porn don't you?" As I had been talking I could see her struggling with herself, trying to disentangle the knot of emotions and find a clear message that would crystallize what she was trying to get at. You could read it in her face and by her body language, which had gone all stiff and careful. Of course, I knew exactly what she was driving for, and I was throwing down detour signs as fast as I could think of them. The last question brought her up short and she cocked her head as if considering something. Surprising Reconnection "Well, yeah I do still sometimes. But my boyfriend's not that crazy about it, so not very often." "Well, that's a shame, I know you came to like some of that quite a bit. Sharing that part of you is important. Maybe he'll grow into it. Until then you have time for yourself once in a while, not so tragic. Chat is practically the same thing..." "Mmm...yeah..." she agreed, not sounding entirely unconvinced and not just a little nervous as the idea raced through her head. That was the direction I was wanting to go, that slight moment of hesitation and distraction from the actual issue 'at hand', and she had stumbled into it. I switched gears and started. First I made the motion of my arm noticeable and started really squeezing and stroking my cock through my pants. I let that do the speaking for me for a few moments as I stared straight into the camera with a cocky smile on my face. Her brown eyes were wide and her mouth parted ever so slightly so her tongue could dart across her lips as she stared at the lower half of her screen, obviously distracted. I let the silence build and leaning back, went slowly for the button of my pants. The angle of the camera enabled her to clearly see what I was about to do. As I opened the button with a languid motion of my fingers, she finally reacted, flustered and almost tripping over her words "Whoa, whoa.... uhhh, oh fuck... you... what... I...." "Want?" I finished for her and gave a good laugh. Her face transformed from shock to perplexed to subtly calculating before suddenly transitioning into a huge smile and a good laugh on her part as well. We both giggled for bit and I could feel the tension had broken on her side. "It's just weird you know?" she asked me as we stopped giggling, "I mean, we stopped dating because you weren't attracted to me anymore, at least not in that way. What changed?" That was an excellent question and I went for a mostly honest answer. After I finished she seemed satisfied by what I had had to say and leaned back in her chair while brushing her hair out of her face. By then the sexual tension itself had died down however. I wasn't worried though, it looked like the mid-game was opening up nicely. "And you are really looking at the pictures of us right now?" she asked, knowing full well I was. A sly grin spread across her face, "That is pretty bold buster!" "Guilty as charged," I said shrugging my shoulder with my palms up, "You can't really blame a guy, I mean, there are some really great pics there." As I finished saying that I let my left hand fall directly back to the zipper of my pants. "Oh yeah, I remember," she said with a cute girly laugh that contradicted the distinctly naughty look in her eye. "So which ones are your favourites?" "Well, to be honest, the ones of you with the strapon and dildo are really doing it for me lately." As I said that I slowly started unzipping my pants. I watched her eyes following the motion of my hand and when she didn't interrupt in any way, went ahead and pulled them open to reveal my boxers that were straining to hold my cock in. The tent in my shorts was incredibly obvious and I started squeezing my cock again though my shorts. "Unfortunately I had to get rid of my strapon," she told me as her eyes widened while watching me kneading my cock. "But I still have the other one." Her hand strayed to the top button of her blouse, which she started teasing with her fingers. "Ah, and has he had any play time recently? That's a lovely picture too..." My tongue was starting to feel thick with the heady swoon of excitement that had come over me when it had become clear she was really going to let me jerk off while watching her. The cloth of my boxers started to get uncomfortable, but I knew I couldn't pull it out yet, then she wouldn't have to do anything to see it. "Well, he visits me in the bathroom about once a week I guess," she said coyly as she popped the first button on her blouse. "Mmm, I can only imagine," I said slowly, "oh wait, I don't have to! Here's a picture of exactly that right here, " I said as I clicked full size on a fantastic picture of her with her legs spread and arching her back up on my old bed so I could fuck her with the dildo as she sucked my cock. It was a really hot picture and I really had to restrain myself not to rip off my shorts and start beating my meat frantically right then and there. Nevertheless my cock throbbed heavily again and a thick bead of pre-cum starting spreading a wet stain through the cotton. "Ooooh," she asked, "and which one is it?" I laughed with real joy when she asked that, "Well, you still have the pictures you said, why don't you open it up. If you haven't changed the file name it is dsc0008." I watched as her eyes started darting across the screen as she clicked her mouse again and again. "I keep them in buried folder," she said as she continued clicking, "last thing I want is someone finding them." Finally she clicked into the right folder and started scrolling down. It wasn't as if we had made thousands of photos, but a few hundred, and finding the right one took her a moment. "You have thumb previews enabled?" I asked, "That might make it a little more difficult to find, but it definitely makes looking a lot more fun." "I do," she said smiling as her eyes focused on the file. I heard her double click and knew she was looking at the picture of her sucking my cock and me fucking her with the dildo at the same time. "Wow," she said finally, "I actually remember that." "So do I," I said, my voice starting to get husky from lust. "I think we both know where this is going, what do you think?" She giggled that charming girly laugh again, "Yeaaahhh.... kewl!" "But you know, I don't want to give it all up for nothing! You gonna help me out here or what?" I said winking obviously for the camera. "Ooooh," came her long sigh again, "And how would I do that?" "You could start by opening your shirt," came my opening bid. I was curious about her response, knowing that if I got resistance this early, I would probably end up jerking off to her tits and face, not that that in itself wouldn't be great, but hey, more would be better! "Is that all?" To my pleasant surprise she reached up and starting popping the buttons open on her shirt. The speed she was doing so made it clear she was either horny, nervous or both. Her shirt gaped open as the buttons loosened as I could see a black lacey bra cupping her breasts, which swelled up and would have been so fantastic to suck, fuck, anything. I think I moaned in drunken desire at that moment and her coy smile broke into a huge grin. When she finished the last button, she unexpectedly shrugged her shoulders back and took her blouse entirely off. "And what about you, what about your shirt?" I wordlessly pulled my shirt off while thinking how lucky I was. By asking for my shirt in return for hers, the ante had been upped considerably, and not by me. That meant when it came time to pull out my shaft for her to see, I could ask for more to see as well, meaning tits were the minimum I would be getting - unless she was secretly planning to just show her tits for me and would stop there. At the moment though, all possibilities were open and it seemed my ex knew what she wanted, and that was incredibly sexy to me. By starting this, we both knew where it was going, I had confirmed it, she had agreed. She was going to watch me shoot my hot load for her and, if I was lucky, do it while she fucked herself silly for me to watch. As my shirt fell to the floor, I slid my left hand down my chest and over my stomach to hook my thumb in my boxers. This had the result of pulling the cloth tight over my cock as it strained upwards and I could see her eyes following my hand and come to rest on my tented shorts. "So you want to see more?" she asked teasingly, running her hands over the top of her breasts and cupping them for the camera. "You know I do," I practically exclaimed, my excitement creeping into my voice yet again. "Well, it's only fair, you are bare-chested after all..." she said as she slid her hands over the tops of her breasts again before reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra. I could see the moment the clasp came free by the loosening of the bra. My brain was firing endorphins full throttle and it was as if time slowed down to a crawl. She rolled her left shoulder as her arm came back into view and the soft cups of her bra languidly slipped down to reveal the pink areoles of her nipples. It was as if my heart beat a dozen times in the second it took for her to shrug her right shoulder and let the bra fall away from her breasts to be laid on the desk next to her. Another urgent throb of my cock caused yet another small flow of pre-cum to deposit itself in my boxers. "Wow," I grunted, "those are a sight for sore eyes!" "Thanks!" she giggled again, cocking her hands on her hips and taking a deep breath to push her tits right toward the camera. They were gorgeous. She had those 2 or 3 extra kilos that provided a firm rounding of her perky breasts and I could practically feel them in my hands. I knew they would be delightfully firm and that her nipples were sensitive rose buds of pleasure. She reached up at that point and cupped them together, showing fantastic cleavage while rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Her eyes fluttered in pleasure for a moment as she stroked herself and watched as I started stroking myself through my boxers again. "Oh," I said with a slightly strained voice, "I really want to pull out my cock for you." "Why don't you?" she asked breathily as she continued pinching her nipples. I could see they were stiff with excitement and her eyes had taken on that particular glaze of extreme excitement, much the same as that in my eyes at that very moment. Rather than take it out though, I stood, momentarily leaving the view of the camera, and stripped off my pants. I considered stripping entirely immediately, but restrained myself. I had to see if I could get her to show me that magic pussy of hers. I sat back down and saw that she was eagerly examining me as I did so. I tilted my chair a bit and leaned back yet more while angling the camera for a better view of my cock. The nice thing was that I knew that she knew that I really get off on watching women's faces and reactions when a cock starts shooting cum. I used to give her facials from time to time, and it was always fantastic having her watching when my cum erupted all over her beautiful face. She really liked it and enjoyed it, laughing at times with pleasure as white strands of cum coated her. If my hands had been on my cock at the moment I remembered that, I would have shot off in my shorts, but fortunately I had already started scrolling through the thumbs of our sex life together and was finishing up with the camera. "Excellent," I said finally situated again. She had a glorious view of my cock and upper body, obscured only by my boxers at the moment. "Alright, so there went my pants," I commented as I found the file I had been looking for. "Yes, but not your boxers," she said playfully. She was cupping and rubbing her breasts now, her mouth was parted and I could she see was breathing heavily. I double clicked the file I had found and a video clip started up. It was an empty view of my living room, the longest video we had done together, and over the next 15 minutes I would fuck her and get sucked off all over the living room. I clicked open another video file, then another, scaling them down until I had three more shorter videos of her sucking, fucking and getting jizzed. I put them all on loop and leaned back. "Hey, you're distracted by something, what are you looking at?" she asked mildly annoyed as she continued to cup her tits. She knew me well enough to know, I had always enjoyed watching porn while fucking her. Of course, now I was watching porn of her while preparing to jerk off with her. I wasn't sure if that was irony or serendipity or what, but it felt good whatever it was. "Well, I am putting up some vids to watch while we talk, what do you think?" "Hey, you haven't seen me like this in years, and you want to watch videos at the same time?" "Well, firstly, the excitement of the moment comes from the connection with you. I've fantasized about just this you know. And second, the vids are ours, and watching what we used to do while you watch me now is just too exciting to pass up!" "Ooooh," she breathed out with an obvious change of tone. "Which one are you watching?" "A couple of them at the same time actually, I've got them scaled down." "You can do that?" she asked. "Of course, what, you watch one at a time or what?" "Ha! Of course? What a thing to say! Well, how do you do it then?" "Ah, so you want to see exactly what I am seeing or what?" "Yeah, why not? That would be kewl!" I talked her through opening multiple copies of the file and scaling them down, which was done relatively quickly. She had to search through the files again, and knew she was seeing thumbs of us fucking, sucking and having a great time. When the first video opened, her smile got even bigger than it was. "Oh yeah, that was a great fuck!" she exclaimed happily. Although with my dual screen set up, I have a full screen of her and the four video opened on screen two, she couldn't do that. So when all four were running and rescaled, I had her drag my video over and place it right in the middle of the screen, so my image was framed by videos of us screwing our brains out. She gave an "ooh" and "ahhh" of delight and leaned back in her chair. "That is really absolutely crazy horny!" she said with a sound of deep satisfaction. "So I take it you miss the kinky sex, am I right?" I asked playfully. "Oh, don't make me think about that right now," she said bluntly. "Right, so," I recovered from the faux pax, but it was so far along now, it wasn't too hard. "You remember that day in the living room?" I asked to get back on the subject 'at hand'. "You know I do, I must have watched that video more often than all the rest together. You can really see how big you are compared to me, and a big man fucking me is just hot." "Looks like you found your voice and what you like. That makes you incredibly sexy right now." "Mmmm...." she agreed as I watched her eyes circling the screen. "Also looks like you're getting distracted by the videos yourself," I teased. "Well, yeah," she said coyly again, "I can see your hard cock in the videos, but you've still got those boxers on." "You're just trying to get me naked before you do." "Can't blame a girl for trying," she laughed with a sexy voice. "Come on, here I am in boxers, and what are you wearing?" "Well, yeah," she said standing up, taking her face out of view. I could see her hands slide over her hips which sheathed in short pajama shorts that she liked to wear around the apartment even back when we were together. "Aha!" I said triumphantly, "Putting on a nice shirt and running around in your pajama bottoms! Trying to fool the camera, hm?" "Well, I wasn't expecting anything like this and I'm at home. I just thought I should at least look dressed before we started video chatting. Decency, you know," she said, trailing off in another girly giggle. "But what do you know of decency?" I brushed off the comment, not wanting to let it distract from the moment. "So," I continued, "we are both down to our skivvies. Mmm... I wonder what happens next?" I grinned and demonstrably pulled my cock up as high as I could while it was still stuck in my shorts. "Well," she laughed seductively, "why don't we find out?" At that she started slowly gyrating her hips for the camera. I still couldn't see her face, and as she gyrated and turned around to show me her ass perfectly framed by her short pajama shorts, I started squeezing and stroking the head of my cock with more vigor. My heart jumped as her fingers hooked into her panties and slowly started pulling them down, revealing her perfect ass for my longing gaze. My eyes were glued to the image of her ass, and when she finally slipped them all the way down, I could see her magic pussy from the rear. She did a real tease job, standing straight and bending at the waist to pull them off. She has a perfect heart shaped ass and the clean shaven lips of her pussy were obviously red and swollen. An unbidden image sprang to mind of me fucking her hard from behind, my cock stretching her open and penetrating deep inside her. "You like?" she asked as she spun around, revealing her flat tummy and completely shaved slit. "You know I do, damn you look good!" I enthused, completely enrapt in the view before me. On my other screen I was doing just what I had imagined, bending her over the coffee table in the living room and pounding her from behind. The other videos showed her sucking my cock in a close up shot with her eyes closed, my cock poised directly over her face and shooting off a huge load of white cum while she smiled happily, and finally a side view of my bed with her sucking me off while fucking herself with her dildo. Knowing she was watching the videos herself and seeing how much cock and cum was ongoing, together with the fact she had actually gotten fully naked first, I knew it was finally going to hit overdrive. "Mmm..." I moaned as I lifted my ass and pulled down my boxers, kicking them off under my desk. My cock rose thick and hard as I brought my hand back to it and starting stroking it with my dry hand. "Ooooh... now that is what I wanted to see," she cooed with delight as she sat back down. Her smiling face came back into view, but her perfect pussy dropped out of view. "Yeah," she said urgently, "stroke that cock for me. Pump it, come on!" "You want to see me stroke it?" I asked as I leaned over and grabbed a bottle of lotion, emptying a generous portion onto the palm of my left hand so it was clear for her to see. "And what about that sweet pussy of yours, do I get to see it fucked? Fucked like I so much want to fuck it right now? We can match our rhythms, so as you fuck yourself, I pump my cock. Let's do that!" She laughed in delight and sprung out of her chair, "Just a moment," she said putting down her headset and running off screen. She was gone what seemed like an eternity as I tried to resist pumping my cock frantically just to get the long-desired release for my swollen balls. When she reappeared, naked and beautiful, I could see she had the dildo I had bought her so many years before clutched in her right hand. "Hey!" I said as she sat back down and put her headset on again, "Change your camera angle or your chair or something, I definitely want to see this. You are so going to make me shoot my hot cum, I can barely stop myself from jerking it out right now!" Her reply was an unintelligible sound signaling extreme arousal as she adjusted her camera by bringing it closer to the edge of her desk while her breasts waving tantalizingly right in front of the camera lens. When she sat back down, she was glorious in her nudity. I had a complete view from head to knees as she leaned back in her chair and started waving the dildo in the air like a conductor's stick. In the foreground was her sweet slick slit, her pert and lush breasts rose beyond them framing her face excited with desire as she looked directly into the camera. "So, you want to watch me fuck myself, is that it? Is that what it is going to take to make your cock cum?" "Yesss...." I moaned, finally grasping my cock with my left hand covered in lotion and starting to stroke it up and down the shaft, lubing the head and shaft with the slick cool lotion. Once I was slicked up, I started furiously beating my meat, gripping and squeezing the head my cock as I quickly pistoned my hand up and down the shaft. Surprising Reconnection "That looks so hot," she said as the silicon head of the dildo slid between her breasts, past her navel and down to her hot bald slit. I could hear the faint buzz as she turned the dial at the base of the dildo, turning it on. She started rubbing the head over her clit as the vibrator began to work its magic on her. "But what about matching rhythms?" she asked as she watched me pounding my cock. "You're falling behind," I answered smugly while slowing the speed of my stroking. "No, you just couldn't wait. Don't worry," she laughed, "I like it when your cock does your thinking for you!" "Falling further behind," I said as I slowed my stroking yet more. "Mmmm...okay," she said. I watched as she looked down at her pussy and tilted the dildo, forcing its head between her swollen pussy lips and up to her tight entrance. "Look straight at the camera when you slide it in," I told her, "I want to see the look on your face while you fuck yourself. You are so unbelievably hot right now." I heard her suck in her breath as I watched her wrist flex and push the head inside her while her fingers slid down to the bottom of the shaft and pushed it deep inside her. She did just as I asked as well, staring with lust-filled eyes directly into the camera. As she pushed it all the way up to the hilt, I could see just how wet and eager her pussy was. I gripped my cock and stroked it in a firm downward motion, imitating how the dildo was pushing inside her, it felt damn good, though not as good as the real thing, that I knew for sure. "Matching you now," I said, sliding my hand back up my cock as she shuddered while pulling the silicon cock out of her hot hole. I could see her eyes looking at the screen, seeing me stroking my cock in synchronicity while around it we fucked and sucked and cum splattered all over her face. After that we were silent for a few minutes, interrupted by grunts and groans of pleasure as we fucked each other virtually online, my fist pumping my cock to the same rhythm she was plugging her hot eager hole with the fake one. Small words slipped in to the sound of me noisily pumping my shaft and her chair creaking from the motion of her fucking herself, "Fuck it, yeah... imagine it in you...I want you in my pussy... harder...faster...more....more..." Our eyes were fixed on each other through the vast distance as she pumped her magic pussy and I jerked my raging hard on. After a few minutes, she starting really slamming it into her, grinding it in circles and turning up the vibrate function to its highest level. She started calling out with cries of pleasure and using both hands to grind that hard fake cock in and out of her insanely tight and sopping wet cunt. One hand went to her clit and started rubbing it mercilessly, grinding out her orgasm. Her entire body was writhing in the chair, her hips lifting up off the seat so she could fuck herself more thoroughly. I could see her orgasm building on her face and the shuddering motions that indicated she would cum soon. I let go of all the self control I had been holding onto and started fucking my cock with hand like my life depended on it. "Open your eyes!" I called out, "Cum on that hard cock when I shoot it baby, look at my cock, look at it!" Her eyes swam into focus and locked onto the image of my cock, I could tell by her expression as she opened her mouth it was if she hoped she could suck it right through the screen. Her naked tits heaving, her pussy filled with cock and her mouth open was too much for me to hold back. With a groan of infinite satisfaction I felt my cock erupt in a great white explosion of hot, wet and sticky cum. It flew everywhere and seemed to go on and on. I was careful to remain watching her as my balls energetically kept shooting cum up my hard and throbbing shaft to fly through the air. The moment the first white string erupted, she tensed up and stopped moving for a brief moment, her eyes trying not to roll back in her head as she watched me shooting my cum for her before her body convulsed and she came long and hard and loud, only to resume fucking herself frantically immediately. My cock kept oozing cum after the largest part of my load has emptied itself all over and around me, the shaft wouldn't stop throbbing as it tried to shoot more cum and I started milking out the last of my load. On screen, her body was undulating in pleasure as she slowed the pumping of the dildo and reduced its vibration. I could see the sweat pearling on her perfect body and remembered how it felt, tasted and smelled to lick her during and after sex. Just thinking about licking her pussy brought my cock sluggishly back to life, my imagination was so vivid at the moment, that I could remember exactly how tight and wet her pussy was. I slowly started stroking my cock back to life as she finally removed the sopping wet dildo, slick with her cum and pussy juice. "I really miss licking and fucking your hot box, back and forth, on an on. It would be so good to lick it right now. To kiss you after you suck my cum-covered cock. To taste our fuck juice on your mouth, your tits, your pussy." "Mmm... you miss that hm? Then watching me do this," she said, putting the dildo wet with her juice up to her lips and licking it like a popsicle before popping the head in her mouth and starting to suck and lick it clean. She gasped for breath as she pulled it most of the way out of her mouth, leaving the head of the cock in her mouth, she finished her sentence "must be really horny for you." The last words came out somewhat garbled but clear enough to understand. She stared into the camera as she worked the cock in her mouth, rotating and pumping it with one hand, as she slipped two fingers between her pussy lips to start massaging her clit again. That little demonstration had brought my cock back to life and it started throbbing almost painfully. I could tell my balls had to be in overdrive to produce more cum that I could squirt for her. She pulled the cock out of her mouth again and waved it in small circles near her face. "You know what," she said, grinning wickedly. "I really do miss that strap-on we had. I found it really exciting to be the one to do the fucking. Not that I don't prefer being fucked, but sometimes the switch is sexy." Her talking about the strap-on we had brought back good memories. It was never really successful, but it had certainly been horny as hell. "So, you've been looking at those pictures of me a lot lately, hm?" "Yes I have, maybe that's one of the reasons I have been hooked on thinking about you recently. I know you would do that for me, and now knowing you like the idea, even after all this time, is just fucking horny." She laughed in delight at my candor and her wicked grin spread to her eyes, "Well, you do still have that anal plug don't you?" And indeed I did. It was a short plug that wasn't too thick, and it was actually resting behind my monitor. I grinned sheepishly and gave a mumbled start to reply, "Umm, well, yeah... you know, why throw something that good away?" "Get it for me," she said suddenly, leaning forward in her chair to put her face and breasts in full view of the camera. "I want to see that again. That is something we don't have any real pictures of, and I want to see it again." I was delighted but suddenly quite shy about that. Although I know anal play isn't about homosexuality, my background and raising always made anal issues for men a somewhat taboo subject. But here she was, and though she hadn't said it explicitly, I knew she wanted to watch me jerk off again while playing with my ass. Despite my nervousness, my cocked throbbed with even more urgency as the realization of what she wanted raced through my head. "You really have changed," I said with respect, "You used to have a hard time saying what you want." "Well, knowing what I know now, when opportunity knocks...." she shrugged her shoulders, suddenly the shy girl again before knocking teasingly on the dildo with a huge smile like she was knocking on the door. I didn't want her to have to ask twice, so I reached behind my monitor and pulled out the package containing the plug. "Oooohh..." she cooed, watching the screen as she lifted the dildo back towards her mouth, licking the shaft of it as she did so, "what a naughty boy, you have it right there." "I do," I said with a silly grin plastered all over my face, "You know I've played with it thinking about our time together." That wasn't entirely true, I hadn't fantasized about her doing it to me in the past, but about her doing it to me in the future, and I decided saying it wouldn't be so bad. So I did, "...and I've dreamed about happening again." "Mmm...." she moaned, flipping the dildo around and putting down in front of her pussy so it rose like a strapon ready to be used on someone else, that someone being me! She held it at the base with one hand and began stroking it like it was her own cock. The image was so erotic, that my cock throbbed and - lo and behold - another thick drop of pre-cum pearled on the head. "I can see that," she remarked as she continued sliding her hand up and down the silicon shaft, rubbing her thumb over the head, just like I stroke my own cock. She had learned well. "Take it out of the package," she said, pointing the dildo at the screen where she could see the butt plug standing on my desk in view of the camera. I wiped off my lotion and cum slicked hands on a handy towel and fumbled to get the smooth silicon plug out of its box. My hands were literally shaking with excitement, knowing that she was watching me getting ready to jerk off for her again, but that this time she was apparently intent on calling the shots. As the plug emerged from the packaging, she made a sound of delight and my eyes returned to the screen to see her sucking on the dildo again like it was a real cock, for my benefit no doubt, but it seemed to be turning her on as well. "Get back in that position you were in," she commanded, "but put your feet up on the desk so I can see your ass." She giggled again, "I can't believe I actually just said that. This is soooo hot!" I leaned back in my chair with the plug in my left hand and put my feet up on the desk. Looking at the split screen view where I could see what she was watching, I saw my hard cock rising up at from a perspective that made it appear deceptively close to my face, below it my puckered asshole pink and tight. "You're going to need to lube that plug up for your tight little ass," she said boldly, her voice thick with excitement. Conveniently at hand, I held the lubricant up for her to see, and she giggled a bit. Her giggle turned into a moan as she flipped the dildo around and pushed it back inside her hot slit with one smooth motion, her eyes staring straight into the camera again. I could see her pupils were widely dilated and her breasts were heaving as she breathed hard and started fucking herself rhythmically with the entire shaft. My left hand started working on my shaft, and I added some lubricant to my cock and the plug. "That's right," she cooed, "lube everything up, now move that plug to your ass. That's good, pump that cock, that's right. Now, wait just a moment..." I followed her instructions to the letter and as the plug pushed up against my anus, I watched as she slid the slippery dildo out of her hot slit and put the head of it to her own. "Now push..." she hissed with arousal, pushing the dildo into hers ass with her left hand as she frigged her clit with her right. I could feel the cool slick silicon spreading me open as I wiggled and pushed it in my ass, my sphincter stretched around the thicker nub head of the plug and retightened, sucking it in until the expanded base stopped it from proceeding any further. It was only 3 inches or so and not very thick, but it was enough to spend erotic sensations of pleasure throbbing up my cock. I could see she wasn't sticking the whole length of the dildo in her ass, but had stopped an inch or two after the head had popped inside her tight ass. She started rotating the dildo, causing her to shiver with delight as her fingers expertly worked her pleasure button. "Now pump your hard cock!" she demanded eagerly, "I wish I was fucking your ass while sucking your cock," she moaned. I watched as she stopped frigging herself and slid two fingers down to finger-fuck herself with the dildo still in her ass. "Yes..." I sighed as my senses drove me into a euphoric state, "double fuck yourself. Show me how you like it, show me what a dirty little slut you are." "Unnggh," she moaned lustily as her fingers and dildo started going in and out at the same time, "I just need one more in my mouth...unnn...a cock in every hole." I was blown away, she had never been that vocal and direct when we were together, and it was a real turn on to hear the dirty words uttered by her angelic face. Together with the positively sinful sex on display, my cock throbbed almost painfully and leaked out another thick dribble of pre-cum. She grinned gleefully as I commented on it with words barely more than moans of passion. She drew her fingers out of her pussy to rub her clit again for a second, before bringing them up to her mouth and sucking them clean. "You know what I've gotten good at?" she asked, "taking it hard and fast, whenever and however." As if demonstrating, she pulled the dildo out of her ass and plunged it directly into her hot cunt all the way to the hilt. She pulled it out again and put it back to her ass and pushed it in immediately. This continued, her taking the dildo back and forth between her pussy and ass, faster and faster. Each time it went in her ass, it went in deeper, every time it penetrated her magic pussy, it slammed in all the way to the base. Back and forth, faster and faster, I was transfixed. It was doubtlessly the most erotic and amazing displays of self-fucking that I had ever seen, all while sucking her fingers and pistoning them in and out of her mouth with increasing fervor. Soon she was sliding the dildo all the way to the base in both her ass and her pussy. A rhythm built up and she was alternating deep strokes every second or two at the most. The entire time she stared straight into the camera, her face split with a wild and lusty grin. "Oh god," I moaned. "I would so like to fuck you while you get cock stuffed in every hole. To cum all over you while you get screwed so thoroughly you can hardly stand." She moaned in response as the dildo kept slamming into one hole then the other. Her breathing was getting hard, each deep thrust eliciting a sharp gasp of ecstasy. On my second screen, I could see the looped videos of us fucking, sucking and cumming out of the corner of my eye, the sexual energy was exploding between the two of us. "Yes, yes," she moaned, "all that cock...., mmmm... me fucking you, you fucking me, ahhhh...." The entire time I had been stroking my cock to the speed of her fucking herself. Every time she plunged the dildo into her ass, I clenched my anus around the plug in my ass, causing it to send pleasurable waves through my prostate and into my thick and throbbing jerk-stick. I was imagining being there, fucking her just like she was fucking herself. My cock sliding smoothly back and forth between her ass and her pussy, penetrating both with long firm strokes. "Keep jerking that cock of yours baby..." she moaned, imagine me fucking your ass and sucking your cock..." As she said that the imagery in my mind expanded to encompass me doing everything at the same time, fucking her back and forth, fucking her mouth, cumming on her tits, her face, everything all at once came cascading into my mind's eye, causing yet more pre-cum to emerge and mix with the lube slathered all over my cock and hands."Tell me when you are going to cum," she whispered urgently as she started using her mouse again. I was in a daze of lust. My cock was rigid as ever and the plug in my ass was sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I could only moan in response as she stopped fucking herself back and forth with the dildo and left it buried deep in her pussy. "Please," she started saying, looking directly into the camera, "please shoot that hot load for me. Shoot it all over my tits and my face, I want to taste it, I want to watch it, please shoot that sticky white cum all over me." She was smiling wickedly into the camera, I could just barely see her pussy, she was pushing her face and tits into the camera. Hearing her beg me to cum was too much, I could feel my load starting to build again, my balls deciding they had enough sperm to shoot. "S...soon, I...." "Stop!" she called out at the same moment a window opened, asking me if I wanted to accept a file from her. I reluctantly stopped stroking my cock, but my curiosity was aroused. I clicked accept and waited the few seconds for the file to download. "Open it only when I tell you," she said wickedly, her smile and eyes teasing and tempting me. The file finished downloading and the window opened asking if I wanted to open it now. I moved the window so it didn't obstruct my view of her naked body. She had leaned back in the chair and was toying with the dildo deep in her pussy, making small circular motions at the base, swirling the cock inside her. "Now start stroking that cock again, build up your load for me." I obeyed. When we had been together, she had been submissive for the most part, which I like very much, and the role-switch was something we had rarely done. Doing it now was all the more exciting because we hadn't done anything at all for years. She started sliding the dildo in and out of her pussy again with short slow strokes. The sweat and juices covering her body glistened in the glow of the computer screen, and she started begging for cum again. The transition from giving orders to begging was incredibly hot. "Please," she whispered as the cock fucked her, "please give me your cum, right in my face baby, in my mouth, in my pussy. Give it to me. Fuck my slut cunt and jizz me you bastard. Pump it, stroke it, squeeze out that cum for me. I need it, I want to taste it, I want it all over me. Cum for me, cum, come on, shoot it, yes..." She continued relentlessly, it became a chant echoing in my head, cum, cock, fuck, suck, lick, jizz, cunt.... transitioning from begging to demanding. I wasn't going to last long. I could feel it build to the point of no return, deep in my balls. I groaned, trying to let know it was coming. "Now open it!" she demanded suddenly, sensing I was just about to cum. Open it and fucking cum to that!" I clicked accept and the file sprang open. As my eyes soaked in the image, my cock immediately began shooting off in one of my most intense orgasms ever. It was a pov picture of her getting fucked with her legs in the air. Her face was contorted with ecstasy, the picture was of her caught in a screaming orgasm. But that wasn't what had caused the amazing jolt, it was who she was fucking. It wasn't me. There at the bottom of the picture, I could see the stomach and thick black cock of her boyfriend buried deep in her pussy. I could also see cum all over her pussy, belly, tits and neck; he had obviously just come all over her before sliding his cock back inside her magic slit. The look on her face was orgasmic, and to do the moment justice, my orgasm just kept coming and coming. My eyes returned to the screen to see her arching her back and pushing the dildo deep inside her as her face took on almost the same expression in the picture, and she came for me, loud and long. Her body shook and shivered as her orgasm tore through her, her breath was coming in labored and gasping heaves. She was absolutely gorgeous. The euphoria induced by my orgasm was so profound that I slumped back dazed in my chair. I could still feel the plug in my ass and my hand was slowly milking out the last of my load. My eyes kept returning to the picture of her getting fucked by a black cock, the look on her face, her body covered in strands of another man's cum. It was just fucking horny beyond belief. My body kept generating waves of pleasure, my cock struggled to squeeze out the very last drop of jizz, and my ass kept clenching and unclenching the plug. Surprising Reconnection We both waited a few moments, watching each other recover from such powerful orgasms. I was incredibly content, I felt drained physically, but the emotional energy was good, great actually. I had needed that kind of supremely nasty connection for a long time, and getting it was deeply satisfying. I could only hope she felt the same. "That was really fun...." she said, her voice returning to some semblance of calm. "But I see we talked a lot longer than I thought. I really have to go, he's coming home soon, and I have to clean up here." She grinned a sly little grin. "Wow, yeah...." I was still in a bit of a daze, events of the afternoon had not only gone much differently than I would ever dared to dream, but much better as well. I reached down and pulled to plug out of my ass, letting it fall into the towel below me. "You know," she mused, "It really wasn't much different than masturbating to porn. I'm glad you asked me to consider it that way." Ever the opportunist, I commented on her thought, "Yeah, see, practically the same. But maybe we could do it in person some time. No touching of course, just like now, but without the screen." "No," she responded, "but maybe we could do this again." I knew it was pointless to try to argue that point. I had achieved an incredible victory already, I didn't want to push my luck. "You should really delete that picture," she told me. "More importantly," I replied, "You should delete your logs showing you sent it." "Ahhh, yeah, I didn't think of that," she said. "But I was so horny, and it was so hot to know you were about to see me fucked and cummed by another man, I couldn't resist sending it. Especially if you saw it when it was too late not to cum." "What? Were you concerned I'd be upset about it, or what?" "Well, yeah, a bit maybe. Not knowing how you would react and being willing to do that was one the craziest things I've ever done. I just felt the urge and had to try it." "Hell, I'm glad you couldn't stop yourself. I like this side of you, always have. You can always send me more if you want, I promise to jerk off to them for you." "Mmm... maybe next time. We'll see." She giggled again. "And do you have any?" "Hmmm... I'd have to look. Maybe one or two really old ones, from before we were together. But we'll check that next time." "Arg. I really do have to get going," I could see her checking the time on the computer. She started clicking around the screen, closing the video windows in which she was being perpetually fucked, licked and jizzed on. "I just want to make clear that this was just virtual, there was no real sex of any kind." "Fair enough," I agreed. "So no getting weird, right?" "Right!" she agreed emphatically. I was dancing for joy on the inside. Even if I never actually had sex with her again, this event was a fantastic experience. If it happened again, I would be an incredibly lucky guy. And this ending to our chat was promising in more ways than one. "Okay then, I really do have to go. Thanks for getting in 'touch'," she commented with a grin. "We'll have to do it again sometime," I replied. "Okay, well. Bye bye then, bye...!" she waved as I waved and she clicked the call closed. I just leaned back in my chair and let the pleasure settle into my bones until I started to get chilly. I closed the videos of us, I was definitely done masturbating for the moment, but I left open the picture of her with her legs spread, full of black cock and covered with cum. The look of pure lust on her face was intense. I finally clicked the file closed and right-clicked it, moving my mouse down to the delete option. I was briefly torn, but she had sent it to me even though we weren't in a relationship anymore, she had obviously wanted me to see it. I decided to keep it, I knew I would be glad I did someday soon. It would never see the light of day, nobody else would ever see it, and I would get any number of hours or days of orgasmic pleasure out it. When I thought of it that way, it was a no-brainer. I moved the file to a secure folder and got up from the computer. The picture brought up a number of questions, not to mention her actions. She had been more in control and out of control at the same time than she ever was when we were together. I wondered what her experience had been like getting to the point where she could alternate between ass and pussy with no hesitation. She had obviously continued taking pictures and watching porn, but it seemed as if she had compartmentalized her inner fantasy life from her actual sex life to some extent. If I played my cards right, I could become her sexual fantasy outlet, regardless of how good her sex at home was, it would never have the illicit thrill attached of sharing it with me. I surveyed my desk and could see remnants of cum on the surface, on the floor next to it, on the arms of my chair. It had truly been two incredible orgasms, I was a lucky guy. I felt a surge of affection for my ex, that she had gone so far for me and with me. I knew it wouldn't result in us getting back together or anything like that, indeed I hoped it wouldn't interfere in either of our lives at all. It was a wonderful experience to be cherished and I would do my very best to make sure nothing negative ever came of it. By doing that together, we had proved to each other we could still trust each other and I thought that was a beautiful thing.