My Ex-Wife Ch. 01byGhostwalker©
As I stood in the livingroom I glanced out the window and saw the car stopped at the corner again, its headlights turned down and the wipers moving slowly to keep the rain off the windshield. I had noticed it twice while sitting and watching the TV but it had driven away each time. Now in the darkness I sat there and watched … and wondered…
It was Anna’s car without a doubt. I should know … I had bought it for her just before the separation and divorce. The Datson 280Z had been her dream car; small, fast, and fire red. I had bought it in hopes of a second chance but had last seen it as she had driven away from the courthouse leaving me in the dust. She had gotten married several months later and I had never expected to see her or the car again, yet there it was. Suddenly it pulled around the corner and came to a stop across from my house. The driver’s door opened and Anna slowly stepped out. Pausing, she stood there and looked at the house as if waiting for it to talk to her.
Chuckling to myself, I remembered the many times she had done this when she needed or wanted to do something but wasn’t quite sure it was the right thing. The streetlight reflected off of her waist-length blonde hair and her long leather jacket giving her a very mysterious effect as she walked towards the house. I sensed more than saw that something else had changed … and I was about to find out what as I opened the door.
“Hi.” I said jokingly, “You lost or something?”
“No,” she replied. “I just needed to get out of the house and kept finding myself outside of your place. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. Why don’t you come in out of the rain and I’ll get you something to drink.” I offered.
“Thanks. I could use something right now,” brushing against me as she passed and started up the stairs to the livingroom.
Closing and locking the door, I turned in time to get a fantastic view of her hips gently swaying as she went up the stairs and that she was wearing 4” stiletto heels that made her long, tan legs look even better.
“Fuck, she’d never wear those when we were married, no matter how much I wanted her too.” I thought to myself. “Still drinking Captain and Coke?” I asked out loud.
“Ya, that will be great. But, make it a double. I’m in that kind of a mood tonight.”
Anna was sitting on the couch waiting when I entered. The lights were still turned off, but she had started a fire in the fireplace while I was making the drinks. Handing one to her she instantly swallowed half before looking at me. “I’m sorry, Pete. I’m not quite sure what I’m doing here. I mean you’re my ex-husband. But I kept remembering all the nights we spent sitting like this and talking and realized that is exactly what I needed tonight?”
“OK, so what’s up? The kids just left here yesterday so I know it’s not them. So what’s the problem?”
Swallowing the second half of her drink, she stood and started pacing. “It’s … umm, … well, it’s kinda like … SHIT … This is harder than I thought. Ned and I … we’ve … well we’ve been having some problems … and I … … …” Suddenly, she burst into tears, her hands covering her face.
Instinctively, I approached and wrapped my arms around her, gently pulling her head to my shoulder “It’s okay. I’m here. I’ll help in any way I can.” I whispered.
Looking up at me, her eyes filled with tears. “I always could count on you. Even when we were married and I pushed you away, you kept coming back. But there’s nothing any one can do about this.” Stepping back she looked at the ground as the final words tumbled from her mouth, “Ned is having an affair. I’ve suspected for awhile, so I hired a detective and had him follow Ned. Today the detective called me up and gave me the pictures of Ned and a woman together at a sleazy hotel downtown.” Giggling as the alcohol began to take effect she continued, “And would you believe it’s his ex-wife. He’d rather be with her than have this…”
Anna stepped back further and opened her jacket exposing her lush body. Under the jacket she wasn’t wearing anything but a matching black lace panty and bra set, garters with nylons, and the stiletto heels. “I work-out 20 minutes every day, tan twice a week, and have been taking supplements so my tits have grown from a 36C when I was with you to a 38DD. In fact, I had to call my doctor last week because I started squirting tit-milk all over the place like when I was pregnant. But that son-of-a-bitch would rather fuck his “ex” than me.”
Staring at her, my cock began to do my talking for me. “I don’t know about him, but I’d sure as hell rather have you.”
A small smile began to appear on Anna’s face. “You would? Even after all the shit we went through?”
“Then come here and prove it. When I walked out of the house tonight I knew I was going to get fucked by someone, I just didn’t know who and right now you seem the perfect choice, sweetheart. Since our divorce, I’ve learned to suck a cock so well I can make a man cum in 3 minutes and I love to swallow every drop. I’ve been fucked in almost every position there is and even found out that I love to tit-fuck and have the cum all over my face and tits.”
Standing there I stared at Anna’s fabulous body as the firelight reflected off of it. Her lightly tanned skin contrasting with the delicate pattern of the black lace made a delicious picture. Her cleavage seemed to go on forever and her hard nipples were pressing against the front of the bra, begging to be released. Her french-cut panties were pulled high between her legs and clearly outlining her pussy lips. Finally moving, I pressed her down lightly, so that she sat before me on the couch.
Kneeling between her legs I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs, feeling her smooth skin, warm to my touch. Slowly, I parted her legs, all the time looking up at her, smiling. Returning my gaze, she opened her legs wide for me, opening her crotch to my wandering hands.
Anna’s aroused pussy lips pressed against the crotch of your delicate panties. A barely visible moistness revealing her need quickly expanded to a wet line of desire. I pressed my palm flat to her cunt, feeling her pussy lips begin to spread, to open to my touch. Softly I ran one finger up and down the material, feeling the soft fabric moisten to my touch as her cunt opened further and further as her need increased. The crotch of her panties were soon soaked with her pussy juices as her desire increased. I raised my finger, sticky with her delicious cum, to my mouth and tasted the wetness. She was delicious, just as I remembered, her sticky wetness was warm, and her aroma was driving me crazy with the desire to fuck her.
Her head fell back as she moaned, allowing herself to surrender to the feelings that were spreading from her cunt and throughout her body. Her hips began to press against me, pressing her cunt hard against my hand, urgent, wanting my fingers inside her. I let one teasing finger slip under the rim of her panties. My other hand ran down the top of her thigh, feeling her heat.. Her moans intensified as she urged me to sink my fingers deeper into her wet pussy.
"Oh Peter, oh baby, that feels so good. Please, fuck me with your fingers, push them into me, press them deep into my cunt ... Mmmm ... I want you! I NEED you!!".
Still working slowly, carefully, I allow a second finger from my other hand to join the first, using them both to lift the wet material away from her crotch, letting a cool breeze float lightly over her hot sex. I leaned into her cunt with my mouth and opened my lips pressed against the soaking crotch of her panties. I sucked them into my mouth, letting my tongue run over the delicate wet lace, sucking her cum from the cloth, savoring her flavor. She moaned, pressing harder and harder into me, wanting my tongue, wanting my fingers. She moaned loudly as her head sways from side to side, her eyes closed, her mind adrift ...
"Uhhh! Yes!", she groaned, as I ripped open the crotch of her panties when she least expected it. I tore at the crotch to give my tongue access to the source of her wetness. Instead I was the one who was surprised, her cunt was totally shaved, and smooth as a new-born.
“Mmmmmm … that’s right lover. I started shaving my pussy several months ago and I love it. The feel of my panties sliding across my clit drives me crazy some days or even better those days when I wear a skirt with nothing at all underneath. I even came one day from the breeze blowing against my naked pussy, but right now I want to feel your tongue between my legs, baby.”
Eagerly I pressed my head between her legs and pushed my tongue against her cunt. Her pussy lips were wet and distended, engorged with blood, fiery red and glistening with the juices that were now flowing from her swollen cunt. I varied the pace as my tongue darted quickly, flickering over her swollen clit and then slowly licked up and down the full length of her sweet pussy, eagerly swallowing her slick, wet cunt juices. Occasionally I sank my tongue deep into her, pushing it deep into her. She moaned as she started to grind her hips against my face in a slow and steady rhythm, forcing my tongue to plunge in and out of her ... again and again. Slowly I settled into a steady rhythm, tongue fucking her, building up the pace as I allowed my fingers to wander all over the insides of her thighs, my fingers lightly stroking her wet pussy lips.
Lowering one finger, I press firmly against her tight ass, her cheeks clench instinctively before relaxing to the new sensation. Her mind swirled with all the sensations that she could feel between her open legs. My roaming tongue on her cunt lips, my fingers massaging her clit and now another finger pressing against her tight asshole. Briefly I paused, moistening my finger with my mouth before I pressed it again into her tight hole. The feelings of my fingers working simultaneously on both her holes carried her away.
“Ohhhhh, Babbbbyyyy. I’ve never let anyone fuck my ass before, but I want you to. I want you to stuff your finger in me, lick me and then fuck my ass. I want to become a complete whore for you. No holes barred.” she groaned, feeling the sensations washing through her body ... wave after wave ...
Soon she was bucking your legs uncontrollably as I played with her cunt and ass. Her head thrashed from side to side as she released herself completely to the delicious feelings that were washing over her.
“That’s it, baby. Slide your fingers into my pussy and my ass. Fill me with them. Spread me with your fingers and fuck me hard with them. Mmmmmmm, that hurts so good. Fuck me, Fill me, Use me. I’m your whore. My cunt is yours. My ass is yours. Do it, baby, do it.”
Lifting her head she quickly released the snap on her bra and pressed her breasts together, squeezing them tightly as I sucked and fucked her cunt with my tongue. She pressed one breast to her mouth, sucking a nipple hungrily into her mouth, feeding on it. I looked up, momentarily leaving her cunt, my mouth slick with her wetness. My lips shining with her cunt juices. As I watched I saw a tiny trickle of thin, white milk trickled down from the corner of her mouth. Instantly I felt as if I was about to cum. I had never felt such excitement.
Slowly I moved up her body, continuing to watch as she nursed from her tit. My whole body was throbbing with desire. Reaching her left tit I looked down at it, marveling at its beauty, as I slowly opened my mouth. As my lips parted, her distended, puffy nipple slipped between my lips. Gently I began to suck on her nipple. For a moment, nothing happened. Then I saw Anna’s eyes flicker open. She looked out aimlessly for a moment and then suddenly swept down to my face. Time stopped as we stared into each other's eyes for the longest time. Finally, she moved ever so slowly, reaching down and cupping my head in her hands, pulled me toward her, forcing her nipple farther into my mouth.
"Yeeessssssss, please," she whispered, pressing my face into the soft, yielding flesh of her swollen breast. "Suck my tits, baby. I want you to suck the milk from my tits and make them stop aching. I need you to do it. I love the feeling. It makes me feel so wicked. It makes me feel like the slut and whore that I am. Please, baby, don’t stop now."
I was stunned and did nothing for a moment. Then realizing that she wanted me to nurse, I began slowly sucking on the great, swollen nipple. At first, there was only a thin, watery fluid but as I began sucking harder, I was rewarded when milk suddenly began to pour from the nipple. Seeing the look of ecstasy on Anna’s face as she smiled down at me, I began to suck harder. Soon the thickening sweetness of her milk began to gush into my mouth. Somewhere deep in my memory banks, the delicate, sweet, sugary flavor of her milk triggered forgotten memories of my childhood. But even though my mind had reverted to infancy, my body was alive with excitement. Swallowing as fast as I could, I still couldn't keep up with the flow and some of the frothy, white milk leaked out of my mouth and dripped down my chin. Some forgotten primal force was guiding me now as I pushed my face into Anna’s breast with soft insistence. As I sucked, I could feel the heaviness of her breast pushing back against my mouth. I couldn't get enough of her sweet, precious cream as it poured from her breast. Wanting more and more, I unconsciously raised my hand up to her breast. Wrapping my hand around the fullness of her breast. Softly, but firmly I began to milk her.
"Oh, yes, Baby, take all of my milk and make it stop hurting," she murmured, pressing my face into her breast even harder.
As I sucked, I could feel the swelling of her breast slowly diminishing and her body began to relax. After several minutes, the flow of milk slowed to a trickle and then stopped. Slowly I released her nipple from my sucking mouth. Turning slightly, Anna offered the big, round softness of her other breast with its glistening pink nipple to my lips. It was like giving a drink to a drowning man as she slowly held the large, swollen nipple to his lips. Unlike before, her rich, thick milk to begin to flow instantly and quickly filled my mouth to overflowing once again. I pulled at the rubbery nipple with my lips and mouth sucking more and more of the pleasing sweetness of her foamy milk into my mouth.
"Oh, Yesssss. That feels sooooo good. I can feel it all the way to my toes. I can feel how horny it’s making me and how my pussy juices are flowing just like my milk. I can feel my cunt juice all over the inside of my legs. If you keep this up, I’m going to cum soon just from having you suck my tits," she murmured as I continued to nurse from her.
My swollen cock was throbbing with such pain, I knew that I couldn't keep from cumming much longer. I had never been so hard. It was like having pins shoved into my cock as it pulsated with excitement. I had never been so turned on by anything in my whole life.
As I sucked and suck, the flow of milk begin to decrease. Gently I ran my tongue over the lactating nipple and felt Anna’s body stiffen in response. Mildly surprised by her reaction, I stopped sucking so hard and began to tease the big, swollen nipple with my tongue. Less and less milk flowed out, but my tongue became more and more insistent as I tickled and teased the bulging nipple.
"Mmmmmm, Peterrrrrr," she sighed as her whole body shivered. “I’m going to cum, lover. Don’t stop now. Please, squeeze my tits, lick my nipple, baby. That’s it. Harder, suck it harder. Pull on the nipple with you teeth, baby. Now, Babbbbyyyy, Nowwww. Squeeze my tits. Pull on the nipples. I’mmmm cummmmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnggggggg, ohhhhhh, godddddd. I’m cummmmiiinnnnggggg soooooo hard,” she screamed.
As I sucked her nipple, I felt her legs spread and her hips tilt upwards. Frantically she pressed her hips against my hardened cock bringing me close to an eruption. Suddenly she stopped and collapsed, lying there quietly under me.
Tweaking and toying with her nipple, I could no longer taste the intoxicating sweetness of her mother's milk. Anna languished in a post-orgasmic state and made no move to stop me. As I continued to play with her nipple, I heard her make soft, little mewing sounds. Recognizing those sounds, I continued to pull and nip at her bloated nipple as I massaged and kneaded the soft flesh of her breast with my hands.
The soft, insistent pressure of her groin against my cock was growing harder and harder the longer I kept teasing her nipple. Then without warning, I felt her hand drop from the back of my head down to my ass. I didn't know if it was an accident or if she had done it on purpose, but her hand was now resting only inches from my throbbing, aching cock.
My heart racing faster as I felt Anna’s hand slowly inch around my waist toward my hard cock. Slowly, I began kissing my way up her breast onto her neck, bringing my cock closer to her hand.
"Oh, Baby," she gushed, arching her neck against my insistent lips.
Lifting my body, I continued kissing my way up her neck. Stopping for a moment, I gently nibbled at the soft, fragrant skin just below her chin. Then my lips traveled up over her chin and quickly down onto her lips.
"Oh, Christ," she groaned, pulling my face down and mashing her lips against mine.
With our lips pressed together, our bodies pressed together erotically.
Anna reached down between us and with the skill of a practiced whore, unbuckled my pants and pushed them and my undershorts down with her foot. I instantly found the head of my bloated cock resting against the soft, fleshy opening of her wet, aroused pussy. As I felt the heat emanating from her weeping cunt, I felt her gently tilt her hips and press herself against me.
Kissing more passionately, I slid my tongue into her mouth and was rewarded by another low, primal groan from deep within her.
Suddenly, I felt her hands on my tight, clenched ass. As she grabbed hold of my ass, I felt her dig her long, red fingernails into me. Unable to postpone the inevitable any longer, I slowly pushed the head of my cock into the burning, cleaving opening of her drooling cunt.
"Arrggghhhhhhhhh," I heard her gasp as our lips broke apart.
Gasping for breath, I felt beads of sweat pop out on my forehead. I was feverish and confused. Should I stop? This was so wrong. Anna was married to another man. She wasn’t my wife anymore. This was adultery. But, even as my mind reeled in chaos, I realized that I still loved this woman, that I had never stopped loving her and that for now, she was again mine. I knew that there was no way I wanted to stop now. We had gone too far.
Finding her lips again, I kissed her, deep and long. As we kissed, I slowly eased my cock down into her flaming pussy. This couldn't really be happening, I feverishly thought as my cock continued to slowly slip deeper into the scalding depths of her tight, clutching womanhood. I was fucking my dear, wonderful ex-wife. This lovely, gorgeous vixen was mine to do with as I desired while pleasing and being pleased by her.
It had been so long, the feeling was indescribable. It was like thrusting my cock into a tight, burning sheath of silky softness that lovingly clenched and squeezed me. Unbelievably, it was hotter and wetter as I went deeper and deeper inside the secret, intimacy of her. There was nothing else to live for, now. I was submitting myself to the most wonderful experience capable of imagining. While the physical pleasure was incomparable, the fact that my ex-wife was my partner in the wickedness was almost beyond belief to me. While I wanted to make love to her for so very long, I could never have done it without her willing involvement. Now she was more than my ex-wife, she was my soul mate again.
"Oh, My Fucking, God, Anna," I gasped, finally breaking our lip lock.