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Meeting the Ex-husband
Diane slowly hung the phone up. She bit her lip and mentally chided herself for what she had done. "Damn him!" she thought. "He always does this. Why the hell do I always let him have his way?" She was certain she had made another mistake.
The voice at the other end of the connection had been her husband, her soon to be ex-husband. He had convinced her that he had to meet with her. Now he was on his way over. How she wished that she could have told him, "Sorry, jerk. It's Friday night and I've got a date, I don't have time to wait here for you."
"Ah well, just time enough to take a shower and relax", she thought.
Just as Diane stepped out of the shower, she heard the doorbell chime. "Damn, is he here already?" she mumbled to herself. She wrapped her bathrobe around herself and went to the door. A quick peek through the peephole confirmed that her ex- had arrived. She opened the door and let him.
"Oh, I see you got ready for me. I don't have much time so this'll have to be a quickie." His phony laugh and lame attempt at being cute did not conceal his cocky belief that she would always succumb to his wishes.
"A quickie? That's about all you were ever able to manage, so why bother?" Diane surprised herself with her pithy reply. She usually just accepted his actions without complaint.
"Whoa! I just came over to give you some things that I found in the safe deposit box. Let's not get bitter and fight."
He handed her a small cloth bag. As she reached for it she released the grip on her robe. Her robe opened exposing a partial view of her statuesque body. It had been several weeks since he had seen his estranged wife's sensuous figure. He slowly scanned the body that had once been his. He could see most of one leg, a trim ankle curving into a nicely shaped calf, a strong muscular thigh. The robe still covered her pussy, but then parted just enough to allow one breast to peek out, showing the small pink nipple crowning the luscious round mound. "A nice C-cup", he was thinking.
Diane saw his look; she could read his mind as it reviewed her numbers. " 36-25-36", as if they were batting averages or yards gained. She felt his hand holding her's as the bag exchanged hands. She felt the conflict inside herself as she tried to prepare herself to reject the advance that was coming. She almost won the battle but there had been just too many years of giving in to his wishes. Her body had simply gone too many weeks without sexual release. He pulled her into his arms. His lips met her's immediately. She struggled slightly, pushed against him weakly.
"Oh Diane, you don't know how much I miss those good times we had together. You still make my cock hard just thinking of you." His hands were caressing her breasts. She was slipping into submission as his fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples. A small voice in her head grew faint as it said, "damn it, all he wants is to get his rocks off and he'll leave".
She felt the coarse material of his pants pressing into her soft skin. She felt his cock beneath the rough material. It was still soft but she knew it would soon be hard. She wanted it to be hard. She wanted some good sex even if it was with this man that she desperately wanted out of her life. She spread her legs and allowed his leg to ride into her crotch.
She gave in to his probing tongue in her mouth and responded with her own tongue. She dug her tongue deeply into his open mouth and he sucked it in. She pushed her hard nipples into him, shivering as his fingers pinched a nipple. They dropped to the floor; she felt his weight on top of her. They writhed together in a feverish embrace.
He quickly rose and pulled off his shirt, dropped his pants to the floor and kicked them off along with his shoes. Diane lay there looking up at him. As his pants dropped down, she saw the outline of his hard cock inside his shorts. She could see the twin bulge of his balls pressing against the white material. His thumbs were inside the waistband of his shorts as she made one last attempt to stop the inevitable. "No, no; this is all over. We're getting divorced. We can't be doing this now."
"Diane, look at you. You're hot as a pistol. You need a good fuck as much as I do. You know it, you know I know it." His shorts were down and she saw his rigid cock swaying above her as he spoke. His hand grabbed his shaft and milked the skin back and forth as he dropped to his knees. "C'mon hon, give it a nice kiss. You haven't tasted me for such a long time."
He reached down and pulled her head up to meet the cock that he was stroking slowly. She felt the hard, warm shaft rubbing against her face. Precum oozing out of it trailed slick across her cheeks. "Lick it! C'mon, open up and give it a little of that talented tongue."
Diane could smell the aroma of sex; she could smell the precum slowly forming in the hole of this cock tantalizingly close to her nose. She could see the droplet forming on the throbbing red head of his cock. She opened her mouth, her tongue reached out to the hard cock. Maybe if she weren't so horny she would have rebelled. But she hadn't had sex for weeks. So she did want it, even though she knew that it would not be fulfilling. She grabbed the cock and squeezed it hard. He liked that. She always thought that she would hurt him but it just made him harder. She watched the head get a darker red as she squeezed the stiff meat.
He reached back; she felt his hand rubbing into her mons. She felt her pubic hair grinding against her skin as he pressed the palm of his hand into her. She pushed up against the pressure and spread her legs. She wanted him to finger her, she felt her pussy becoming wet and warm. She was now licking his shaft from bottom to top, running her tongue along the pulsing blue vein. She would pause at the bottom and gently suck his balls. She knew that made him feel good.
She paused as he groaned in pleasure. "Jeezus, put your finger in me. Fuck it, work it," she pleaded as she pumped up against his hand. "God", she thought, "after all these years I still have tell him what I like."
Finally his finger was working in and out of her cunt. She rotated her hips in an effort to get the maximum benefit of his halfhearted effort. She took his cock into her mouth and sucked it deep. She caressed it with her tongue while she felt him pumping in and out of her mouth. He moaned as she ran her tongue along the head, probing into the hole.
"Oh god you're good Diane! Uhh, ohh, suck it. That's it, that's good."
Diane pulled the slippery shaft from her lips and licked the length of it again. She felt him pull back.
"Eat me, eat my pussy. I wanna feel you suck my cunt." she hotly panted.
"Not yet. I gotta fuck ya. Ya know ya like that." he said as he repositioned himself between her legs. She felt him briefly rub his cock against her clit and then bury the shaft in her open hole. A few slow strokes and then he began pumping furiously into her. Diane reached down and rubbed her clit as she wrapped her long legs around him. Her finger massaged her clit rapidly, trying to bring on a needed orgasm. The cock felt good in her but she knew that it wouldn't last long. She tried to tighten her pussy around the shaft, tried to hold it in her. Her legs pulled him in against her as she ground her pussy against him.
Then she felt the warm cum spurting from his cock into her pussy. She felt the slick jizz reduce the friction of his cock against her vagina. She felt him slam into her with the added force of his own orgasm. She heard him loudly enjoying the rush of his cum. He pumped his cock in and out of her a few more times, managing another shot of cum into her. Then he collapsed on top of her. She could feel his cock become limp in her pussy. The soft shaft now slid out of her as he lay on top of her.
"Oh! That was great. We needed that," he said, as he stood up.
He trotted off to the bathroom. She could hear him pissing in the toilet. Of course the door wouldn't be closed. Diane lay on the floor gently fingering her wet pussy. She hardly noticed as her soon to be ex- quickly dressed and gave her a passionless quick kiss. He didn't notice that she was still softly rubbing her cunt.
Diane lay there for a long while after he departed. She was telling herself over and over, "I'm not going to let him dominate me again."
Meeting the Neighbor
A shower and a good nights sleep and a sunny Saturday morning had Diane feeling better.
She had slept late and knew that her usual jogging acquaintances would not be about. She didn't like to run by herself, but decided to go out for a run anyway. As Diane walked out her door, she encountered her neighbor who was also dressed for running. "Oh! Hi LeeAnn, I didn't know you're a runner."
LeeAnn laughed, "I'm just not in your league. You super jocks never notice the rest of us."
They had been neighbors for several months; they had talked on several occasions but did not know each other very well. LeeAnn made no effort to conceal her preference for other women. Diane didn't care; she had found LeeAnn to be a pleasant neighbor. She didn't really think about her sex life. She did enjoy the fact that her husband was irritated that a good-looking woman was only interested in other women.
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