Tryst With An Ex – ex-wif anal deepthroat tryst

I can’t stand my ex, let’s be clear about that. He’s my ex for a reason. She’s crazy about bat to begin with. Now I know this has been said about every single ex, but in this case it’s absolutely true. Example; I work for a consulting firm, and in our office is about two dozen people ranging from analysts like me to clerks and interns. Kathleen calls me to lunch one day and as we speak, an intern walks around and asks me if I want anything from Jack-In-The-Box.  Kathleen hears her voice and the following words from her mouth are “Did you fuck her?” This went on for three years. I’ve always fucked anyone with a female voice.  When it got old and tired, I was suddenly a gay closed running with guys on my free time.

When I finally had enough and filed for divorce, I thought the psycho incidents were over. They got worse. I changed jobs twice because of his “anonymous” calls to my work claiming among other things that I was a porn addict using the company’s systems for my own pleasure. Although none of his accusations were ever remotely true, he usually ended up with me and my employer deciding better for all the participants that I find a job elsewhere.

Now that’s where it gets stupid, or rather where I’m stupid. Kathleen and I hadn’t spoken or seen each other for almost two years when all of a sudden I get a text message from her asking me what I was doing. Why the fuck I didn’t delete the text at that time and there’s beyond me?

I responded by saying That I wasn’t at anything really and was just sitting around watching TV. She responded immediately by telling me that she had gotten a hotel room for no reason at all other than to escape for a bit and asked me if I wanted to come and have a drink, no conditions attached.

Absolutely not! That is what I should have said, but I agreed. She sent me the name of the hotel and her room number and I replied that I would be there soon. I quickly looked at the address and punched it in my card app on the phone. True to form, it was full of crap about it being a hotel. It was a motel without saying in a not-so-big part of town. A rational intelligent person would have shut down the app, turned off his phone and moved out of town. I’m not rational or intelligent, apparently. What I am is a male with a rather active libido and I had no illusions that she wanted anything other than sex from me. It was the only thing we ever had together.

Twenty minutes later, I found myself knocking on the door of his room. I was at first a little worried it was more of her madness and I was really knocking on the door of a couple of guys she hired to beat the crap out of me. In fact, I was relieved when she opened the door.

“Come in,” she said, and went back into the room.

There was only one bed in the room, which was fine because it was a small room. If I had to guess, it was a salary by the hour motel and Kathleen had opted for the poor man’s package.

“So why the room?” I asked, not quite believing his story of wanting to escape.

“They’ve got the cable. I have a room here a couple of times a month so I can catch up with HBO.

“Wouldn’t it just be cheaper to get your own cable?” I asked.

I was greeted by an empty look as if what I had just said made absolutely no sense at all. I decided not to go any further.

“I’m about to fix myself a rum and coke and then watch a movie. Would you like one? “Yes, of course,” I replied thinking she was trying to play up to me. She knew that rum and coke were my drink of choice. That’s what I had every time I wanted to relax and have fun.

“Okay, don’t hesitate to sit on the bed if you want. This is really the only place where you can see the TV screen. “Are you sure?” I asked not to want to look impatient, but also let me out. If she suggested I pull the chair, I would know I wasn’t there to have sex. Perhaps. You never knew about Kathleen.

“Yes, I’m sure. I promise I won’t attack you.

She brought our drinks and put one on each night stand. I had a quick drink of mine and quickly regretted it. What if that crazy bitch had drugged me. Far too late now, I suppose.

“Are you in the mood for a comedy?” “They have HBO On Demand so we can watch just about anything.”

“Comedy suits me well.”

So there I sat, on a motel bed watching a comedy that I had seen several times already, my Ex sitting next to me. We did it almost fifteen minutes into the film before his hand found its way to my crotch. I sat there pretending it was a normal event for us. In fact, that was not the case. As I said, I hadn’t seen her for about two years and what was happening now, although he didn’t get any unexpected from him, still left me perplexed. In her madness, she could go from a hateful to a loving woman waking me up with oral sex.

His hand continued to caress my cock quickly hardening through my jeans. I don’t even know if I was paying attention to the movie at this point. She started to deftly undo my belt and unbuttoned my jeans.  In a smooth motion my zipper was down and his hand reached under my underwear and began to caress my cock. I felt a lump in my throat as she massaged my limb into her hand, using my pre-cum to lubricate the tree.

All the while, Kathleen continued to watch the film as if none of this was happening. Was it part of her crazy personality or did she show me that, and I had a meaning for her?

“Take off your pants,” she said without looking at me.

I slipped my jeans off, trying to do it without looking too eager. A very visible wet spot was evident on my underwear. Kathleen’s hand continued to massage me on my underpants, slowly moving her hand closer to the belt with each run up.

“Keep watching the movie,” she suddenly told me, breaking the silence that separates us.

“What are you doing?” I asked if she was leaving.

“I’m going to suck your dick,” she says.

Without saying another word, she started to turn down my underwear. I bent my knees to help him with this chore. Once I was naked from the waist down, she grabbed my tree at the base and licked the tip, spreading my juice all over my head. His tongue ran up and down the length of it with his lips alternating giving brief moments of sucking between my head and my. His cocksucking was as I remembered. It was something she excelled at. She was not devoid of all the redemptive qualities, after all.

I did my best to keep watching the movie, but what she did then broke the little concentration I had. She took me in her mouth. Slowly at first and just a little at a time. First the head, then deeper.  Finally, she forced the whole dick into her mouth. I felt it pupez on the back of his throat and then push deeper.  She stood there, her lips leaning against my groin and my cock completely stoold in her mouth. After a few moments, she gags, blowing air against my pubic area. Her lips sliding up to the tip with her tongue licking up what I had released so far.

“Did you like that?”

“All right,” I replied.

“Then I’ll keep going.”

Her mouth engulfed me all over again as she continued to force me down her throat and every time she took me all the way down, it felt like I was pushing past a soft barrier.

She gagged a few more times and if I have to admit it, I thought it was a bit of a ride on. She sat on the bed, an indication that she had finished. I was relieved because I felt like I was close to cumming and I kind of wanted it to last a little longer.

Kathleen took off her top and looked at me a little strangely.

I said, “What?” I said.

“Finish undressing,” she replied.

No argument on my part. I took off my shirt and decided it was better my socks came off as well. As I got the last one off, it went up on me. My Ex is one of those women who doesn’t need stimulation to induce moisture. Her was always wet. There was no need to touch it at all. She positioned herself on me and used her hand to guide me to her. I felt her slip on my dick and I held her breasts in my hands as she rode me.

She shook her hips back and forth against me and I could feel her tightening on my tree. Another thing she had apparently learned since we split up. She even sat straight up, her back arched so that I could massage her clitbe while she kept fucking me. That would continue for a few more minutes. I knew what was to follow and Kathleen didn’t disappoint. Our sex, while he was married, was like a carefully orchestrated ballet. Oral, followed by cowgirl, then her lying on her back while I stood next to the bed fucking and finally the dog style before the money shot.

True to her shape, she got up from me and told me to fuck her as she positioned herself on the edge of the bed. I’ve always liked that position. I grabbed her calves and pushed her legs forward, causing her to open slightly. My dick was slipping between the creases, his head stroking his cliter. Her breathing increased with these movements and I positioned myself at her entrance and pushed into it. It was still as wet as when we started. I pushed in and out of it using the full extension of my cock to fuck her. She cut off a breast and pulled it up, her tongue running on her nipple as I hammered her.

‘Let me know when you think you’re going cum, ‘ she said

“I’m pretty close now,” I said between thrusts.

“Fuck me from behind then.”

“As if it were on the signal,” I thought.

I rolled her up and she positioned herself with her head on the bed and her bottom pointing up. I got on the bed and climbed it from behind. I started kissing her vigorously, reaching forward to catch her by the hair. I started pulling her hair and she let out a moan. Her head was bent backwards and little moans emanated from her as I continued to fuck her.

Then my Ex did something she had never done through three years of marriage and a year of dating before that. She turned her head to look at me and with a determined look said …

“Shove your dick in my ass.”

I stopped the stroke business. Was she serious? She had never even had that thought while we were together. I started talking, but I was cut off.

I said, “Do it.”

I slowly pulled out of it and pushed her down so I could easily access her back hole. I put my dick’s head against his sphincter, blowing up. It wasn’t a ruse, she wasn’t playing anal chicken with me. I started pushing and I got into it slightly. It was very tight, I don’t know if I expected anything other than that. My dick was still shining with its wet jerk and I realized I wasn’t going to need lubrication. I decided to go for broken and gave a hard push. My cock slipped in and I heard her moaning as she fell forward on the bed. She was lying flat now, with me on her, my dick impaling her ass.

“Don’t stop,” she insisted.

I started moving again, my hips dancing against her cheeks as her backdoor hugged me tighter and tighter. After a while, I managed to relieve her back on her lap and I continued to fuck her ass in that position. I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight of my dick entering it. He looked as tight as he felt. My were swollen and at the point of liberation. Then as if she had felt it, she fell forward and I took her out.

“Go clean up and go back here.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I walked to the bathroom and cleaned myself thoroughly. When I came back, Kathleen was sitting on the edge of the bed. I approached her and she immediately took me in her mouth. It was not like the deep throat she had made earlier. She was a woman on a mission to make me come. Her mouth tightened my limb tightly as she slid her mouth up and down vigorously. I felt the sperm in me get up and tingling in the head when you’re close. I grabbed my self by the tree, intending to free myself on her breasts.

“No, I want you to fiddle in my mouth,” she said, wrapping her lips around me again.

I couldn’t hold back. The cum spilled from me into her mouth and she kept sucking my dick. I kept cumming and twice I felt it swallow what I had released and I was still not done. The last of it finally left me and I felt close to the collapse. Again her throat contracted as she drank in my juice, then she slipped me entirely down her throat, making sure that everything was in her. I couldn’t take it anymore and I had to push it away. I then proceeded to fall back on the bed and just sit there looking at the ceiling.

What did I do? I thought, suddenly realize that I had opened a Pandora’s box by having sex with my Ex.

Surprisingly, there were no surprises at the end of our fucking session. We finished watching the movie and I left shortly before 5 a.m. Somehow, she had managed to hold the madman for one night. I say one evening, because three weeks later, I was called into the boss’s office to discuss an anonymous tip that I had embezzled from the company’s funds.

That was the last time we did that. I haven’t quite decided yet if it bothers me.

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Tryst with an Ex