ONS With My Ex-Wife

We had married young because of the birth of our son. Soon afterwards, marital fatigue and frustration set in, which another child only exacerbated. We spent our evenings in separate rooms and sex had become a foreign concept. Arguments were the order of the day and we both let ourselves go. As a result, we soon separated from each other.

We saw each other a lot because of the children and we got on well together. Even then, I noticed that she had changed a lot. She used to be rather prudish, but now she was suddenly wearing super short skirts, which looked great on her long legs, and a pair of super sharp boots. When she walked in front of me like that, I often had to pull myself together not to grab her bottom. She also went out more often in the evening, which she never wanted to do before. All in all, she became what I always wanted in a wife, but never got.

A few weeks ago, she called me to ask if I would like to go to the disco with her, as her friend had canceled at short notice. I agreed and picked her up for dinner at around 9pm. When she came out of the door, my breath caught in my throat: boots, smooth and shiny like latex, but made of a more velvety fabric, with a tight, short mini skirt that hugged her bottom beautifully.

On top, a skin-tight white top, under which her breasts (80 D) protruded as if it should never have been otherwise. I must have forgotten to close my mouth because she laughed heartily when she got into the car.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her in the restaurant either, which obviously pleased her and made her show herself off even more. She also danced in front of me in the disco and really got me going with her movements. My cock had already made some room in my pants hours ago.

But she was my ex-wife and what happened in my imagination will never be real.

After a few hours and plenty of cocktails, we left the disco and drove home. We drove to my place first and then she had to go on alone. When we arrived at my place, she asked me if she could come up for a coffee (I’ve never had coffee and I don’t have any!!!). Of course I agreed, silently hoping that my fantasies of the evening would come true after all. After some small talk and a bottle of wine, she disappeared into the bathroom.

I thought she had to pee, but then I heard the shower running. My thoughts ran at a gallop with me. What should I do? Go in? Wait? I decided to wait and imagined her body as I knew it. Her big breasts, the thick bush in her crotch and the belly button piercing.

When the door opened, I quickly sobered up: she had put all her clothes back on. I tried not to let it show and went into the bathroom to have a wank so that I could concentrate a bit more and not just think about one thing.

As I sat down on the edge of the bath, I suddenly saw her thong lying on the floor. I picked it up and immediately squirted with joy. However, my cock was still standing like a rock.

I quickly freshened up and went back into the living room. She was sitting there on the back of my sofa with her legs slightly apart. I tried to catch a glimpse of her pussy, but I didn’t succeed. She smiled at me again and knew exactly how horny I was for her. She pulled her skirt up a little, revealing her pussy. To my delight, there wasn’t a hair to be seen, but everything was clean-shaven.

“Do you like it like that?” I didn’t utter a word and dropped to my knees to put my head between her legs. As I licked my tongue over her lips, she clamped my head down with her thighs. I savored the scent of her pussy, which I had always found very pleasant.

She started to move her pelvis and I pressed my tongue piercing against her clit. She released me and I came up and kissed her. It was a great feeling: soft knees like the first time but a familiarity like years later. My hands went down her neck and caressed her throat. She leaned her head back and offered me her neck.

I pampered her with a few kisses and slowly ran my hands under her shirt. She had also taken off her bra so I could stroke her already hard nipples. She took off her shirt and I kissed and licked her breast. Then I took a step back and was thrilled: the high boots, the mini skirt and her bare, tanned upper body and long hair.

I was hornier than ever. She came up to me: “Have you seen anything you fancy?” “Oh yes” I stuttered back. “Then help yourself to it,” she quipped back. I didn’t need to be told twice. I kissed her and stroked her breast.

I carefully pinched her nipples, which she thanked me for with a deep sigh. I took off my shirt and she got down on her knees in front of me and opened my pants to take out my cock. She put her lips to it and sucked on it. Then she took it all the way into her mouth and gave me a good rub.

I took my pants off completely and she turned around and bent them over the sofa, which caused her skirt to ride up so high that her pussy was revealed. I stood behind her and slowly pushed my boyfriend into her wet cunt. She propped herself up against the front of the sofa so that she could push her pelvis really hard against me with every thrust. My fingers wandered around her sphincter, which obviously really got her going.