0 comments/ 56446 views/ 6 favorites Sex With The Ex By: Tepin My wife, Carol and I had separated about a year ago – thankfully it wasn’t one of those nasty, ‘I hate you’ kind of things, we’d just gotten to the point where the love was long gone and we both needed to find someone to love, not just have sex with. We’ve stayed fairly close and still get together on occasion for a drink or to watch a movie. Our sex life had been good through the marriage and while we still joked about it, we hadn’t been together sexually since our separation – up until a few weeks ago that is. It was supposed to be a dinner for 4 – me, my girlfriend Dana, Carol and her new boyfriend Frank but the day before the dinner Dana & I got into a big fight that pretty much ended that relationship. Seeing as I had all the food bought and thawed I told them to come on over anyway. We had a few glasses of wine, a good supper and a few more glasses of wine before kicking back in the living room. We were all sitting on the couch with Carol in the middle. After talking for a while, Frank grabbed the remote to see what was on the satellite. As soon as he turned on the TV, I remembered I’d been watching one of the porn channels earlier but by then the image was already on the screen – and what an image it was! A fairly well hung guy was slowly but surely sliding his cock up the ass of a reasonably attractive girl. I wasn’t quite sure what to say but Frank saved me the trouble of thinking of something by saying, “I really doubt a woman would enjoy that.” Well, I looked at my ex & she looked at me because we’d quite enjoyed doing just that (and a few other things as well) when we were together and she really enjoyed anal sex. In fact making love to her ass was one of the things I’d missed most since we separated. I wasn’t going to say anything, but just as Frank went to click to another channel, Carol asked him to leave it there for a minute so she could watch it. Surprised, Frank asked her if she liked the idea of anal sex. Well, I’m sure the wine had something to do with it, but I heard myself saying, “Like the idea? She loves to do it anally & so do I, but I haven’t been able to find another woman that has been willing to try.” The conversation continued from there with Carol saying she missed it too but Frank saying he didn’t like the idea of putting his dick in someone’s ass. He kind of stopped there for a second and I figured that topic was over but then he kept going and said it might be exciting to watch. I kind of laughed and told him we were watching it – was I ever surprised when he almost blushed and kind of stuttered “I meant in person”. I looked at Carol, she looked at me and we both looked at him, neither of us quite sure what to say. Things felt a little tense all of a sudden so I said jokingly, “I’d love to show you what it looks like to fuck a woman’s ass, but I don’t think Carol would be up to having her ex show you” Surprisingly, Carol said, “Don’t be so sure, I’ve really missed getting it up the ass since you left, and toys just aren’t quite the same. If Frank’s serious, I’d be happy to show him.” When Frank agreed, I went to the bedroom to grab some lube before anyone changed their mind. That concern pretty much disappeared when I came back and found them were kissing passionately on the couch, with her top already off and her bra undone. It felt kind of weird looking at my ex half naked on the couch with someone else but that quickly passed when Frank cupped both her breasts and said that there was one for each of us. I’m a very oral person so I happily started licking and sucking on her tit while Frank did the same with the other one. I’m not sure who undressed who or in what order, but soon we were all naked on the couch with Carol bobbing happily up and down on Franks cock while I searched out her asshole with a well lubed finger as I teased her wet slit with my tongue. Soon a second finger joined the first and after a few minutes of both her holes being pleasured I knew she was ready. When we were still together we’d often fantasized in bed about a threesome but it hadn’t gotten any further than that, now here we were separated and it looked like it was going to happen. We weren’t quite sure how to do it and still give Frank a good view so I moved to the floor and lay back with Carol sitting on my lap with her back to me. We’d done it this way before and she got off really better by being able to control the speed and depth of my cock in her ass. I’m no giant in the cock dept, just a bit under 7” but Franks eyes were pretty much bugged out as he watched his girlfriend slowly move up and down, taking a bit more of my cock in her ass each time. Soon I was in all the way and she was able to fuck her ass with my cock with the long slow strokes that we both liked so much. I knew I’d missed fucking her ass but it wasn’t until I felt the hot, slick tightness of it engulf my hardon that I realized just how much I’d missed it. While she was getting her ass stuffed, Frank was sitting on the couch stroking himself. “Wouldn’t you sooner have my mouth on your cock?” Carol asked. No answer was really needed to that question and Frank got up off the couch and stood in front of her so she could take his hard cock into her mouth. After a few minutes of that, Carol pulled back from him, looked up and said, “I want you in my pussy at the same time.” It took a bit of manoeuvring, but finally Carol lay back on me which gave Frank the access he needed to slide into her wet pussy. I’d thought her ass felt tight before, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of tightness as I felt Frank’s cock penetrate her for her (and my) first threesome. Soon, all three of us were breathing heavily and I wasn’t sure about Frank but I knew I was getting close to cumming and I was pretty sure Carol was too. Frank must have been closer than I thought because it was only a minute or two later that he thrust deeply into her and as he moaned loudly I could feel his cock pulsing inside her. That was enough to set her off and as soon as her ass muscles started to twitch with her orgasm I couldn’t hold back any longer either & shot a huge load into her ass. As we pulled away from each other, I could see a steady trail of cum leaking from both her holes and pool on the floor. Carol turned and gave me a long hot kiss and then did the same to Frank. “See Frank,” she said, “I knew we’d be able to talk him into it” All of a sudden it hit me…I’d been set up right from the start! Who knows, maybe I’ll be able to interest my next girlfriend into joining us for a dinner for four. Sex with the Ex Let me start by telling you a bit about myself. I am 46 and I have been divorced 7 years. My mother died 6 months ago and I just learned that my current husband of 6 years is a 20 year alcoholic. So I am in the right mood to just explode in a million pieces. My first husband David is hot and hunky with very well developed arms and a cute behind. He is well endowed in the manly area and knows how to use it. He could screw me for what seemed like hours, and sometimes was, but one day close to our 14th anniversary he announced that he did not love me anymore, and divorced me. No explanation of anything. Pete, by current husband, is sweet and loves me...but he lacks some of what I had in George. His junk is of average size and he puts his all into pleasuring me, but often misses the mark. My daydreams put me back in David's arms. I miss him, and the life that we had. So I will he to find a way to be in the right place at the right time to get a taste of that back. I know that I can never go back, Jewish law forbids remarrying a former spouse, and I doubt that he will leave his current wife for me. I know where he lives, and works. Perhaps I can be simplistic and visit him at his office. I can be sexy. I will dress my best and see what happens. So with my "plan" in place I went over to his office just after lunch time. I went to the front desk and asked for him, and as I knew he would, he did tell the receptionist to send me up. I have never been to this office before but he was waiting as I stepped off the elevator. He motioned me into his office and closed the door. His office was much nicer that at his last job. He had a couch and a pair of chairs as well as a small conference table. I walked over and sat on the couch. I made a point of taking off my blazer revealing a tight lace blouse that displayed my well shaped and sized breasts for him to see. My new lacy bra clearly showed my large, dark, hard nipples. I could tell he was looking. He had seen those breasts naked many, many times. I crossed my legs, which allowed my skirt to hike up showing him that I had no hose and no panties on. I think his eyes fell out of his head. I could see that the bulge in his pants was getting bigger, moving before my eyes. I did not think that I would get this kind of reaction. "I had to see you" I said. "I know we can't go back, but I still miss what we had, our life together." He did not say anything. He subtly adjusted his junk to a more comfortable position. "We really need to talk, why not come and sit next to me." I said softly. I was not sure what his reaction would be. "I won't bite, I promise." He thought for a moment and then came over and sat next to me. His erection was fully evident now. As large as I remembered. He sat close but not touching me, and turned a little so he was nearly facing me. He still has not said anything. "What did you want to talk about?" he finally said. "Us" I said. "There is no longer an us." I moved close to him and laid my hand on his knee, stroking his leg. "I know, but you are all I think of, and you did say that after the divorce we would still be friends." My hands grew bolder, stroking his thigh, he squirmed, I unbuttoned a few buttons of my blouse as if I was hot (kind of stupid seeing as though the blouse barely had any substance to it) showing even more cleavage. I was surprised when I leaned over to kiss him, he did not move, and did kiss me back, God I was glad that his office door did not have a window in it, like mine did. I was practically in his lap, my hands grasping his cock through his pants. He was holding me, kissing me. David pushed me back on the couch and put his hand under my skirt and found my wet slit. His hand slid in between my lips like they always had, and finger pushing into the wetness. I gasped at that. He was so good and I missed it so much. I could not reach it but could hear his zipper going down and feel his movement toward me. And then his dick was in my hand. Large and thick and pulsing. I can't believe it, I am on his couch in his office about to get boinked by my ex! He leaned over me and kissed me, deeply. And then he smoothly kissed my neck and down my chest, opening my blouse as he went. Cupping my breasts, and tweaking the nipples he continued down until he gently pushed my knees apart and buried his face in my crotch. I could not help but moan in pleasure. He slurped and tickled and I felt like I was in heaven! He reached around and held on to my bottom his fingers in the crack of my ass, teasing my bottom hole. I wanted to scream, but not here in the office. When he deemed my wet enough he moved up to position himself at the entrance to my honey hole, and slid in. I had not been filled so well in so long. I had only been with him and one other in the last 25 years. I am not sure that there is any better! He shifted slightly to get a better angle and began to pound into me. It has been a long time since I have had sex on a couch, and never in someone's office. It felt wonderful, the old familiar weight on me, his butt was firm as ever even though he was not the slim size 28 pants anymore. I was wet and his slid all the way out and back in again, over and over. I felt as though I would loose my mind, when is slowed and pushed hard into me and shuddered to a finale. He briefly wilted over me, and then got off me, and the couch, turned away and put himself back together. "You'd better get dressed and leave." He said. He turned to me "It's not that. I want you to go, but this is my office and I do have other work to do. I'd rather no start people talking." I stood up, straightening my skirt, and buttoning my blouse. "Thank you for seeing me. We spent to many years together that I just could not stay away any longer." I said while putting my blazer back on. "You don't have to see me again, like this...but I would really like to keep you in my life." With that said, I hugged him, gave him a peck on the cheek and left. I am not sure if I really will see him again. Sex with the Ex Claire and I had split up about 6 months ago, but as we'd bought a house together we were still living together until it sold, and with the housing market as it was we didn't know how long that might take. We had separate rooms and lives pretty much, we still got on okay as friends luckily. Neither of us was seeing anyone new, it felt a bit weird to date someone new whilst still living under the same room as 'the ex'. Claire was asleep on the sofa, she'd been asleep for a while and is a heavy sleeper, a late night the night before with lots of booze followed by a busy day meant she was dead to the world. She was wearing a low cut vest that hung loosely over her breasts and a pair of very loose shorts. One leg was up on the sofa and the other was stretched out on the floor. Carefully I pulled her vest forward and down to was able to expose Claire's left breast, she rarely wore a bra when relaxing at home. I reached forward and carefully traced the soft skin from Claire's neck down to her breast, gently stroking around the nipple while watching for any sign of her waking up. Claire's breathing never changed from its deep, rhythmic rise and fall. I kept up the soft touching and watched as her nipple started to get hard then I softly kissed it, making sure it didn't get too wet in case she started to wake up. Kneeling in front of her I reached out and adjusted the shorts until I could see her knickers clearly. She was wearing lemon yellow cotton panties and I could see the outline of her vaginal lips through them. Softly I ran my hand up her inner thigh to her panty covered pussy, and then stroked my finger over her lips, tracing the crack up and down. Claire's breathing still was slow and steady. I increased the pressure slightly, feeling my finger getting damp from the moisture starting to soak through the material. Gently taking my finger I lifted the elastic of her right leg and eased it over, then slowly inserted a finger in-between the swollen and exposed lips of Claire's cunt. I gently eased it in and then pulled it out, taking my time until she was very wet and the first finger had been joined by a second and both were buried to the third knuckle. I continued to finger her whilst trying to work out how I could fuck her without waking her up. I flicked her clit with my thumb and I sense her shift. Carefully I took my fingers from her pussy and put her underwear back into place and covered her nipple, then moved over to my chair and pretended to be reading whilst hiding my hard-on. I licked her juices from my fingers to remove the final evidence of my wrong-doing. Claire woke up and looked flustered, she shifted on the sofa and turned to me, "I've just had the oddest dream" she said. "Yeah?" I replied non-committally, not looking up. "Very, what are you doing now?" "No plans, just reading." "Well I seem to have had a rather interesting dream and am very horny," she slid her hand into her shorts "and my fanny is very wet, would you like to have sex?" Well I didn't need asking twice! I moved over to her and we kissed. I ran my hand inside her vest and rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Claire closed her eyes and moan softly while I gently manipulated her nipple. She arched her back leaning into the couch as I pulled her vest up to release both her breasts. I sucked and teased her nipples in turn and she softly moaned. I lowered my right hand and slid it up her shorts. Pulling her right short leg up, I again exposed her moist cotton covered pussy and started to rub her wet slit softly and gently. Claire's eyes remained closed as she lifted her hips up and moved down on the couch trying to catch my elusive finger. Claire moaned and ground her pussy against my finger. I pulled her underwear to one side and slipped my finger up and down her wet slit. Her buttocks were now half off the edge of the couch and at the perfect height. I stood and stripped off, releasing my hard cock. Claire reached out and gave it a few gentle strokes. "Fuck me Dan, I need to feel a cock inside me." She lifted off the sofa slightly and pulled her shorts off. I knelt in front of her and positioned myself between her legs; she opened her legs and carefully took hold of her pussy lips and pulled them open, totally exposing her vaginal opening. As she held it open I started to rub the head of my dick against her wet slit, slowly going deeper, at the same time gently rubbing her clit, keeping her inundated with erotic sensation. Soon I could feel the warm, wet, velvety softness of her as I penetrated further and further into her. She felt nice and tight as I slowly pulled in and out, carefully going deeper with each stroke. Soon I was buried as far as I could go. I reached up and started pulling and rolling the hard nipples as I built up my rhythm. She was gone, each time I pushed forward it felt like I was splitting her open again and again, groaning in ecstasy she began to orgasm. I felt her first convulsions of orgasmic bliss as I started to ram harder into her. She moaned and cried out as she came the first time and then started to come for a second time straight away. I grabbed her legs and put them over my shoulders to get a deeper angle of penetration and holding her soft ass. I began squeezing her butt cheeks together and running his fingers up the crack of her ass as she cried out again. Slowing down, I began to long stroke Claire, bringing my dick all the way out and then driving it back in as she lay there moaning. She held one of her breasts and started to lick her own nipple, she was clearly aroused and swapped from breast to breast. As my fingers got wet from her juices, I started playing with her anus, slowly rubbing it, getting it wet with her lubrication and then gently slipping my finger slowly into her asshole and then back out. I could feel the ring of muscle convulsing with her excitement as I carefully kept plunging the finger deeper into her ass. I went slow, carefully stretching her ass out bit by bit as I kept slowly fucking her pussy. Claire grabbed my arm and grunted as she came again from the deep and slower fucking and the finger fucking her in the ass. Taking my finger from her ass I let her legs drop down and spread them wider and started to rub her clit again. By now I knew I was going to cum, I stopped rubbing her clit and sucked on her nipples, this tipped Claire over the edge and she reached orgasm again. I thrust deep and shot spurt after spurt of cum into her. I watched as she moaned and her breasts jiggled from her mini-orgasms that she was experiencing. Carefully I pulled my softening dick from her pussy and put her knickers and shorts back on her. She pulled her vest down and we kissed again. "I think I'm going to bed for a bit" she said whilst gingerly getting up, adjusting herself as she left she gave a little wink. Sex with The Ex This story is the first in what I hope is a series of Sex with the Ex. It is under the fetish section since it involves eating sweet cream pie. Please let me know whether you liked it or not. ***** Chapter 1 My ex-wife and I divorced several years ago. It was no one's fault in particular with our problems more emotional than financial, or sexual. Regarding the sexual side of things, we had admitted to one another on more than one occasion in the years subsequent to the divorce that regardless of other issues, each had been the perfect sexual partner. The truth of the matter is that at least I still felt that way. I could still easily get off remembering great times between the sheets with her. Malicia was gorgeous. She was slightly above average height at around 5' 7", maintained a slim 130-135 pounds, had blond hair the color of sun-bleached straw, pert, smallish breasts (I never was into huge breasts), and straight white teeth. She was pretty and photogenic enough to have modeled for a leading retailer throughout her 20s and early 30s. My name is Richard, but since childhood, everyone has called me Rick. I am just an average guy with what many say are rugged good looks, which I always took to mean looks with flaws kindly referred to as “rugged. I have gone through various periods of keeping myself in reasonably good shape, and others where I have let myself get a little pudgy. This being a year a beach vacation vacation was planned, I happened to be in pretty good shape. I have a small ass, trim middle, broad shoulders that are holdovers from a swimming career, and an adequate, but nothing-special 6.5 cock. My biggest claim to sexual fame is that I am oral to the max. I never felt obligated to eat pussy; in fact, I loved it. I loved the wet slickness of it, and after so much practice, I feel that I am good at it. In addition, I have an active sexual imagination and Malicia was adventurous enough to indulge some of my fantasies, which often turned out to be those she herself had. She was not always forthcoming about what she wanted, but most of my trials turned out not to be errors. While we were married, we had sex on a regular basis. Usually, I liked to give her a warm oil massage to start. I would massage her back while my hard cock moved up and down the crack of her perfect ass. Sometimes I would feather my fingers up the back of her legs, massaging her calves and thighs just below her pussy. Eventually, I would run my oily fingers up the crack of her ass and let them slide over her puckered little bud. Other times I would turn her over and trim her pubic hair. Shaving made her itch, so I would have her lie very still while I trimmed her with small scissors. Naturally, I had my hand resting on her pussy during the process and she would leak all over my hand. I always made a point of moaning and slowly licking her juices off my hand while she watched. After moving a tissue containing her trimmed pubic hairs to the nightstand, I would kneel on the bed and pull her up into the kneeling position. Then I would alternate between wet passionate kisses and gently biting and licking her lips as we held one another so tightly we threatened to become a single, saliva, sweat oil covered person. As I moved my finger between her legs, I would bite and suck on her sweet nipples. When my fingers were soaked in her juices, I would use them to make ever-widening circles on her nipples, then bend over, and lick them clean. During this process, she would run her hand down my stomach and play with my cock until it felt like it would burst. I would tell her how sweet her pussy was and how much I loved the taste, and how much I craved for her to sit on my face and rub her wet pussy all over my mouth. Then I would put my fingers back in her sopping pussy and tell her that she had to taste herself. I would move my fingers over my nipples, grab the back of her head by the hair, and pull her mouth to my nipples. She would greedily lick up her juices, which would turn me on to the breaking point. “"You taste good don't you, baby?" I would ask. “"Mmmmm", she would moan into my chest. Pushing up inside her again, I would bring my fingers up to her mouth. “"I know you want some more of this. I'm telling you baby, you have the sweetest tasting pussy on the planet!" She would immediately lean forward to suck her juices off my dripping fingers. When she finished she would bend over, taking my leaking cock into her mouth, sucking as though it were her last meal. Not long after that, swollen and ready to blast my load, I would push her away. She never failed to have a disappointed and pouting look on her face when I did, a look that only served to turn me on more. “"God, baby, you are so fucking wet, just like I want it. Bring that beautiful pussy up here to me," I would say as I fell backward on the bed. Her green eyes would turn wild and aggressive as she moved up my body dragging her sopping pussy across my chest and lowering her dripping gash to my mouth. By this time, she was always on fire, her sweet nectar literally pouring out of her and into my eager mouth, my tongue lapping as fast as possible to keep up with the flow. My hands resting on her hips and ass, I would stick my tongue up her hole as far and it would go and move her pussy all over my face until it was slick and wet. “"I'm going make you cum, then make love to you and then lick you clean until you come again," I would whisper. Telling her I was going to cum in her pussy and then clean her up with my tongue usually made her lose it completely. Growling, she would grab my ears and hold me against her throbbing pussy as she went tigress on me, pushing her clit against my chin and tongue and nose. Cum would splash out of her until it was all I could do not to drown in the process. She would alternate slow, quick, powerful strokes with long ones that brought her ass over my mouth so I could lick her from the top of her swollen clit, down over her puckered hole and back up to the top of her ass crack. On her short strokes it felt like I was a mustang being rode hard with her pussy and ass slamming over and over into my face. Her movements were so powerful that only a fool would think the mustang was in control. Finally, grunting like an animal, she would slam her pussy into my face and cum so hard that sometimes her cum would squirt out of her in a stream into my greedy, open mouth not unlike me blowing a load I have held inside for two weeks. Leaning over and opening her mouth she would slurp up some of the slick fluid covering my face to moisten her parched lips. Her face and chest would be flushed pink, her eyes semi-closed, her lips shining from my saliva and her pussy juice. She would then slide her way back down my body, her legs splayed until my cock buried itself to the root in her steaming pussy. By this time, her pussy was so wet and hot that my cock felt like it had fallen into an slippery steam bath. She would continue to hump me as she bent over to bury her tongue in my mouth. By the look on my face, she always knew when I was ready to blast molten cum up into her. She would smile and ask, “"How do you want to get it? Do you want to stick that big cock of yours in my mouth and cum in my mouth?" Forgetting what I had told her about cleaning her up during the heat of our lovemaking, I would usually murmur, “"mmmmhmmm" and nod my head. She would move off my cock leaving a trail of pussy juice down my leg as she got on all fours. At that point, I would kneel before her and she would suck my dripping cock into her mouth. Watching her suck my cock, knowing it was coated with her juices, along with the way her mouth felt on my slick stick was too much to bear. Just when she felt my cock balloon in her mouth and the opening expand, she would move her hand up to cup my bursting balls. “"Arghuuuu! Oh yeah, baby! Suck it! Thats it!" I could feel the cum racing up my cock from the depths of my balls splattering the back of her throat, then seconds later slowing to a jerking set of half a dozen pulses coating her tongue. “"Mmmmmm, so sweet," she would moan as she swallowed it down. Spent and shaking, falling backward onto the bed, I would wait for her to finish cleaning me up, which always ended with her licking around and under my dick cap to make sure she got every last drop. When she finished, she would come up, kiss me and cuddle into the cradle of my arm where we would fall asleep. Chapter 2 Since our divorce, Malicia had ventured down a number of bad, or otherwise dead end roads sampling broken men and as I later discovered, a few women. Me? Well, I had done some sampling of my own, but nothing of any serious, long-term duration. On a couple of occasions I had even let one of the local well known gays blow me. Sexually, both of us had made some very interesting sojourns into the traditional and the bizarre; stories better left for another time. In any event, after some sexually unrelated self-destructive behavior, we were both being kinder to ourselves, and since we had children in common, this renewed approach to life was a turn for the better. Over the past couple of years, Malicia and I had gotten over some of the pain of our marriage, and were helping one another out, usually just by listening to one another when we had problems. She had found a man that she was fond of, and I had an on again, off again relationship with a half-crazy woman. Malicia and my relationship had evolved and was what one would describe as mature, and with that evolution as a backdrop, I invited her to go to Florida on vacation with our boys and me. I really did not expect her to say yes, but since the last several years had been tough on her financially, an expense paid week on the beach turned out to be appealing to her. Before finally committing though, she asked the ultimate question: “"So, there are no strings attached to this, right?" “"No, no strings at all. There are only 3 beds, so you will need to decide whether you want to sleep on the couch, share a bed with one of the boys, or with me, but beyond that, I know things have been tight for you and thought you might like an all expense paid chance to spend some time with the boys. Besides, your being there will take some of the pressure off me. Between the two of us, I think we can show the boys a good time and still enjoy some relaxed time for ourselves. If you decide to sleep with me, I promise nothing will happen that you don't instigate." Apparently, she trusted me enough to take my word and two weeks later, we packed up the truck and headed for Mexico Beach. The first couple of days at the condominium were non-eventful. On the first day, the kids discovered a group of kids their age to hang out with and by the second day were showing up only for meals and the obligatory warnings about staying on the beach, or at the pool, but staying out of the ocean unless parents were around. Most of Malicia's and my time was spent relaxing in the condo, at the pool, or on the beach. Other than keeping one another apprised of where we would be in case we were needed, we kept pretty much to ourselves. Malicia had elected to share the bed with me, but I was true to my word, leaving her alone at night. Malicia and I puttered around on the third morning before deciding to walk down to the beach. Looking at her once she was ready, it was all I could do to avoid getting a hard on. Malicia's body in her bikini belied her 36 years; in fact, one could say that she was at the height of her beauty. Her face no longer looked thin like that of a teenager. It had filled out just enough to make her beautiful in a womanly way. Her Scandinavian heritage had provided her hair that was so blond it was almost white and a body that was still a little thin for many mens' tastes was perfect for mine. Her eyes were green, a feature that since her mother's were blue and her father's brown, was a bit confusing, and I loved that her boobs would never sag and that she would age well. In our time together, I had always been the dominant one, but somehow the past few years had changed Malicia. There was no guile in her. Her past no longer held any embarrassment, or secrets for her, and that raw honesty made her amazingly powerful to me. It was another beautiful day. The sun was high in a sky and out over the horizon the blue of the sky melted into the deep blue of the ocean until one was indistinguishable from the other. As we walked along the white beach speaking quietly to one another, all of the cruel and unusual things we had said to pummel one another into submission over the years melted into the background, and reminiscent of times past, we seemed to echo a kindness and true affection for one another. After spending some time at the pool, we returned to the condo and ordered pizza for lunch. When the boys rolled chaotically in, they were chattering excitedly about the family from across the way that had invited them to go to Panama City to ride the go-carts and have dinner with them. Malicia wanted to make sure the boys had not invited themselves and called to talk with the other boys' mother. She assured Malicia that she had indeed invited them and went on and on about how respectful they were, and how they would be delighted to have them. Satisfied, Malicia got a rough estimate of the cost and we sent the boys off with enough money to have a good time and their promise to mind Mr. and Mrs. Jamison. Just as chaotically as they had rolled in, they rolled out with excited laughter and huge smiles on their faces. After they left, Malicia gave me a mischievous smile and ripping off a Martin Luther King line, said, “"Free at last, free at last. Good God Almighty, we are free at last!" Playing along, I gave her a broad smile and responded, “"a Amen, Reverend!" “"Well, it is at least an hour to Panama City and if they spend two hours playing and then have dinner before coming back, I am guessing we have until 6:30 or 7:00 to do whatever we want." “"I am game for anything. We can take a ride, go back to the beach, or grab a bottle of wine and veg out on the couch and watch television, or a movie. So, what is your pleasure beautiful?" “She smiled at the compliment. "Well, in that case, since I am feeling pretty fried from the sun already, we may as well complete the job and get fried on wine." That sounded like a great idea to me and I was thankful she felt the same as I did. “I was just short of being fried as well. "We have two bottles of white and two bottles of red, so pick your poison. And if we run out, I have money I haven't spent yet." “"If the white isn't too dry, that sounds good to me. Tell you what, you chill the wine and I will take a quick shower and get out of this bikini." “"No need to do that on my behalf, but if you want to change, do you need any help?" She gave me a look and for a moment, I thought she might say okay. Instead, she smiled good-naturedly and said, “"If I do, I will let you know. Now get to working on that wine buster. I am parched from all this sun." I put the wine on ice and went to the boys' bathroom, which had a smaller, but still serviceable shower, stripped and washed the sand out of my hair and crevices that it had no business being in given that we had only walked along the beach and hung out at the pool. Sand though, finds its way into everything and was one of Mother Nature's undocumented features of beach life, kind of like malware in that great, free program you just downloaded. On the plus side, the beach sand always made my usually somewhat thin hair feel and look thicker, so I guess there is a trade-off. Anyway after showering, I dried off and put on a pair of workout shorts without underwear and no shirt. I went back to the kitchen, rummaged until I found a corkscrew, and opened one of the bottles of German wine from the Mosel region. Mosel wines were always a little sweeter tasting to me than the wines from the Rhine region. Even though I preferred the drier wines, I knew that Malicia was more a sweeter wine person, so I had bought what I knew she liked. I could be happy either way. I got two glasses from the cabinet and was just about ready to pour when Malicia called me from the bathroom. “"Could you come here for a second, Rick?" When I got to the bathroom, I found her brushing her hair straight back, a gorgeous look for her. She had a pair of white silk boy shorts on that framed her perfect ass and nothing else. Her small, perky breasts stared back at me from the mirror shocking me a little given the current nature of our relationship; but hey, I had seen her naked a thousand times, so it was not so strange for her to lack self-consciousness in front of me now. After all, we had been married for 10 years. “"Could you lend me a tee shirt? I completely forgot to pack any and I want to save my better shirts for later in the week." “"Sure, no problem," I responded, and headed to the master bedroom we were sharing before returning with a white one within a few seconds. Holding it out to her, I said, “"This one will match your white bikini line." she did not respond and thinking I may have stepped over the line, I could feel my face flush, so not waiting for a response, I turned to go. Since my cock was stiffening, it was probably a good course of action. “"I will pour the wine," I mumbled as I headed for the kitchen. I could have sworn I heard her giggle. A couple of minutes later, she came out wearing only my tee shirt and her boy short panties, which were not showing, but were clearly outlined by the tee shirt. “"Oh, good," she murmured plopping down on the couch next to me and leaning forward to grab the wine I had just poured. She leaned back on the couch and against my arm, propped her feet up on the table and crossed her legs. “"How about some Cheetos (they had always been her favorites)? Or if you prefer, there are plenty of other snacks in the kitchen." “"You are going to think I am crazy, but I would love some chocolate." “"Crazy? No way! Lucky for you, I am a chocoholic too: Coming right up!" I jumped up from the couch and went to the kitchen where I had put some Rochet chocolates in the refrigerator to keep them from melting in case we opened the doors and turned off the air conditioning. I grabbed a small bowl and heaped it full of the foiled chocolates and squeezed my cock a couple of times as though that would stop it from hardening. I guess that falls into the '“What the hell were you thinking?' category. Returning before it was fully hard, but unnoticeable only to someone vision impaired, or entirely self-absorbed, I put the bowl between our glasses. She licked her lips, and I was hoping it was not all about the chocolates, but in spite of my desires, she giggled like a schoolgirl and reached for the chocolates. I knew she had looked my dick in the eye, so to speak, but I was totally confused as to whether she thought I was a hopeless, dick-controlled moron, or just cute. We talked about the kids for a while and polished off the first bottle of wine. Neither of us were much when it came to drinking, so we were both at the city limits of Tipsy Town. Pouring the last of the bottle into my glass, she slightly slurred, “"That is one dead German soldier. You want to kill another?" “"Hell, if I had known we were going to make those kinds of analogies, I would have bought French wines! They put up less of a fight." I rose and went into the kitchen to open the second bottle. When I came back, she had her feet on the table, legs bent, eyes closed, playing a beat that must have been inside her head, because I couldn't hear a fucking thing. I got a great look at her sweet ass that was no longer pretending to be covered by my tee shirt. By this time, doing four things simultaneously; namely, leering at my ex-wife's ass, walking, wondering why I couldn't hear the fucking music, and trying to carry a bottle of wine was well beyond my limited motor skills. Sex with The Ex Turning the corner at the coffee table, apparently in excess of the speed limit, my leg brushed against the couch causing me to stumble. My right hand went to her knee to keep me from falling flat on my face, and I swear to God, if Im lyin', Im dyin', my hand sliipped off her knee and down her thigh as though oiled, coming to rest on her panty clad pussy, just as I went to my knees with a thump. Even as I was displaying the gracefulness of a balloon man, I managed to snatch (pun intended) victory from the jaws of defeat by holding the bottle of wine aloft with my left hand as if it were my first participation trophy. My face turned red immediately as her eyes flew open in momentary shock. She chortled and said, “"Jesus, Rick! I was thinking about us, and in my mind, I could hear the song by Pink -you know the one - Just give me a reason? The next thing I know, you are on your knees, my vagina in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. So I am thinking, either he is proposing, or he is going to try to fuck me with that bottle of wine. Since I don't see a ring, I am leaning toward the latter, and hey, you can forget that option big boy! On second thought, maybe there is a third option I had not considered before: You looking to eat me while I drink the wine?" I had not bothered to move my hand, but had put the wine on the table, and in spite of my embarrassment, I liked where the conversation was going. “I smirked and said, "Remember Bill Clinton said that a blow job was not sex, so if we follow that line of thinking, your boyfriend shouldn't mind my giving you a little head." “"Fuck him! When is the last time that cheap son of a bitch took me on a vacation? Uh, let's think about this...never!" “"Damn right! Fuck him! Or don't, and fuck me instead." “"You are not getting off that easy. If you want me, you are going to have to earn it. You remember how you always said you were going to cum in my pussy and then lick me clean for an hour? Well, today is the day. First off, I am tired of being the bitch. It is your turn. So, what are you waiting for? Get your ass in the bedroom, bitch!" I moved as fast as I could before she could change her mind, sitting down expectantly on the edge of the bed waiting for her to come in. Moments later, she strode in holding the wine by the neck, just under the collar, obviously a little smashed. Looking at me with a smugness I had really never seen from her before, she looked through me as though she knew exactly who I was. The look on her face said that I was not deserving of her. She tilted the bottle to her mouth and took a healthy swig. “"Come over here! Get down on your knees, bitch! Now take my panties off... slowly!" Mesmerized by the person she had become in only a few minutes, I did exactly as she commanded. As I pulled her panties down, I came face to face with her tightly trimmed pussy. Involuntarily I leaned in to smell and lick it, but was greeted with a slap to the side of my head. “"Did I tell you to service me? No? Then why are you trying to?" “"I'm sorry." “"I'm sorry Mistress Malicia," she corrected. ‘"I'm sorry mistress Malicia!" She sneered down at me and stepped out of her panties. “"Damn right you are! Now, since you have a tight little girly ass, I will allow you to put my panties on." Grabbing the panties, I jumped up to comply. They were a little tight, but my best physical features were a very small ass and broad shoulders; nevertheless, I was a little surprised that they went on so easily. By this time, my cock was so hard that it only fit in her panties if I moved it a little to the side. Already, I was leaking and a spot had formed at the top of my cock. “"Alright, get on your back on the bed!" I could feel the cool silk of the slick panties as I slid onto the middle of the bed. There was something amazingly sexy about how they felt on my ass and cock. "“Put your arms and hands out to the side. I dont want you to touch me unless I tell you to." Complying immediately, I lay with my legs together and my arms outstretched. “"That's a good girl. Now here is the deal. If you want to fuck me, you are going to have to give me the best tonguing of your life. You are going to have to make me cum without touching me with your hands." “"Yes, Mistress Malicia." Malicia stepped up onto the bed and stood over my face. “"Open your mouth!" When I did she put her finger in the wine bottle, tilted it up, then quickly slid two fingers deep into her pussy. She sat back on my chest, her already soaked pussy smearing juices where she sat. She pushed her fingers roughly in my mouth as far as they would go. Instead of chocking when she shoved them to the back of my throat, I greedily sucked and licked them clean. “"Mmmm! I will bet you would make a good cocksucker. You would suck a big cock for me, wouldn't you, Rick? Or should I call you Rita? I can tell that you would make an excellent cocksucker. You like sucking on my fingers too much not to want to eat a big hard dick." I was not sure how to react, but I saw the passion in her eyes and knew, role play or not, this new, more powerful Malicia was a hell of a turn on. “"If you want me to suck a cock for you, I will," I said surprising myself at how easily the words had rolled off my tongue. “"Ohhh, hell yea! It's on now! I am going to let you know what it feels like to suck the cum out of a cock today when I make you eat your own cum out of my pussy. If you are lucky, one day soon I might let you watch me fuck someone, and then let you clean us both up. That is what you really want, isn't it? You want to put a pussy soaked, freshly fucked, cum covered dick in your mouth and clean it up, don't you? I know what you want," she said dismissively. Not waiting for an answer, she straddled my face. I am not sure which of us was the more excited, but she was wound up to the point that her legs were trembling. She steadied herself by grabbing two fistfuls of my hair and roughly slammed her pussy onto my mouth. She tilted the bottle up and took a big swig before pouring some on her belly to let it run down her pussy and into my mouth. She sat the bottle on the night stand and began to take long strokes starting at my chin and running her pussy up over my nose. I licked her as fast as I could just to keep ahead of the flow of the juices spilling out of her. She was using my nose like a small, hard cock plastering her clit against it while I bathed both her holes with my tongue. It took only a few minutes of this when the expression on her face changed to one of pure lust as she gritted her teeth and shortened her strokes mashing her clit into my tongue, which I made as hard as I could. “"Unnhh! Unnhh! Unnhh!," she grunted in rhythm to her short, powerful strokes. "Unnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh!!" Momentarily spent, she fell backward onto my stomach, legs splayed, juices flowing from her in a slippery stream, her hair resting on my hard cock, she panted as though she had just ran a mile. When I lifted my head slightly, I could see her slightly engorged lips and her cute little bung button. Her juices were glistening as they leaked from her pussy down her split. Lightly, lovingly and ever so gently, I licked her sparkling clean. Having used me to her great satisfaction, I was afraid she would ignore my obvious discomfort, my cock straining against the now too tight silk panties. I need not have worried. Still panting, she reached over her head and let the back of her hand rest on my bursting member. "Are you ready for your sweet, sticky treat?" "Yes." "Yes, Mistress Malicia!," she corrected squeezing my cock hard. "Yes, Mistress Malicia!" Malicia raised up smiling smugly at my compliance. "Damn right, bitch", she muttered quietly. She lifted up, scooted back and lowered herself on my pantry-clad cock. She rubbed her pussy back and forth over it wetting my cock through the silk panties. She turned around and laid on top of me, her breasts pressing into my stomach, her tongue licking my bursting cock through the wet spot formed by the mix of our combined sex soaking through the panties. "Raise up, so I can get your panties off," she commanded. I lifted up off the bed so she could free my engorged member. Malicia pushed the panties down past my knees where I could kick out of them. "Get me good and wet again", she said dropping her pussy down on my mouth and taking my entire dick into her mouth down to my ball sack. I moaned as she sucked my cock like a master cocksucker while I licked and kissed her slit from top to bottom. She let my cock slip out of her mouth and used her hand to milk more of my precum to the head of my dick. When she had made a large dollop appear, she flicked her tongue out and slurped it into her mouth making the involuntary sound many do when something smooth and sweet hits the tongue. When my breathing became faster and shallower, she lifted up reluctantly, but returned briefly to it, lips planting kisses up and down its length and all over the head. She flipped around quickly, lifted my dick straight up and impaled herself to the hilt, slamming into me hungrily. She may have wanted to savor the moment, but between her love for sucking cock and the licking I had just put on her clit, she had lost control. She pounded me like a piston into its sheath until we were both moaning and sweating with the effort. I could feel the cum rising from somewhere deep in my balls and shooting up the shaft. "Unghnnn! Arghhhhh!" The rutting sounds came from somewhere inside me as I shot a massive load against her pussy walls. "Muhm! Muhm! Mumh!", she grunted in time with her movement. She lay on top of me panting, too exhausted to move, our sweat covering our bodies, my cock pulsing out whatever remnants of manhood remained. After a few seconds she needed to recover, she pressed her mouth to mine shoving her tongue inside. I could taste my cock on her breath. I liked the taste. She pulled away still breathing heavily and looked directly into my eyes. "Mmm hmm", she whispered knowingly. My member had softened and was slipping from her cunt. As it slid out with a plop, she quickly put her hand on her slit to prevent any of our combined juices to escape. I expected her to move up to my mouth, but she surprised me by turning around first. I could see the slippery fluids covering my dick. "Are you ready to eat some cum? I know I am," she said sucking my sodden stick into her mouth. Without waiting for an answer from me, she lowered her pussy, pulling her hand away just inches from my mouth. Her cunt was open exposing a hole of used redness where my dick had been. Cum was already visible as it slid out of her toward her clit, some of it poised to drip onto my face. The smell was raw, but intoxicating. Unable to resist, I grabbed her hips and pulled her used pussy to my mouth. My cum and hers rushed into my mouth, its volume forcing me to swallow. As it continued to flow, I kept it to fill my mouth savoring the slightly slick yet sticky, somewhat bleachy taste mixed with her sweat and sweet slipperiness. I rolled it around in my mouth and finally, reluctantly, I swallowed every last drop. When I had her squeaky clean between gravity and my tongue exploring her cunt to its limits, I wrapped my arms around her gorgeous ass and held her spent pussy against my face. She rested her head on my thigh, her hand lovingly cupping my balls. "This is just the beginning for you, my pet," she murmured . "I have a lot of domination fantasies to fulfill and you are just the bitch to make them come true. What do you think about that?" I didn't answer beyond planting small kisses on her sweet pussy. "That's what I thought you said," she whispered contentedly. The end of this submission.