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So, like many couples, my wife and I had drifted apart. Personal tragedies had strained our marriage, and my taste for others hadn’t helped. So, we parted ways, as amicably as 2 people can, and both moved on.

I have decided to stay single, and “play the field” again as I just don’t fancy being in a relationship again.

After moving out of the matrimonial home, I moved on to a small boat in the local Marina, cosy but adequate for my needs, and big enough if I wanted to entertain a guest or 2.

So, some time had passed since we separated, but we kept in touch almost weekly.

One evening, we were exchanging messages on iPad when I got “I haven’t done that for ages, my ex used to love that” – ummm, was that supposed to be sent to me?

There was a long pause, before a message came back, simply saying “sorry, wrong chat”.

I wasn’t going to push it, but it was obvious that she was chatting to another guy, and they had been up to something.

A couple of days later, we were chatting via iPad messages again, and I asked the question “Who did you mean to send that message to the other day?”

There seemed to be some hesitation, but eventually the message came back “a friend “.

“I gathered that!” I replied, “A male friend?”

Again a long pause…

So after a long wait, she finally replied “yes, I have been seeing him a few weeks”.

“Good for you, pleased for you,” I replied, then after a suitable pause, “So what was it that you were talking about?”

“None of your business!” she replied.

I wasn’t going to push the subject any further, but was severely intrigued.

A few days later, I was on my boat, doing some paperwork for my business, when my iPad pinged “Are you at the Marina? I am in town. Can I pop down for a cuppa?” I was a little surprised, as she hadn’t visited the boat since I moved on to it, and each time I had invited her, she had found a way of declining.

“Sure, see you in 5 mins” and sent her the security code for the gate.

Soon after, I saw her walking down the pontoon, wearing a short skirt, tight low cut blouse and her long blonde hair down. I couldn’t help but notice her lovely 38G tits were swaying with the rhythm of her walk.

She climbed aboard and I showed her in to the main cabin.

“Tea or Coffee?” I asked casually.

“Tea please” she replied.

I put the kettle on and started making the tea. She was stood next to the fridge, and I had to bend down to get the milk out. As I did, my face was very close to the front of her skirt, and I couldn’t help but notice a very distinct and sexy fragrance.

It was the unmistakable smell of sex. She had been fucked, and very recently.

There was no doubt in my mind.

I just looked up at her and smiled. She knew why, and smirked.

I finished making the tea and handed her the mug. She took a seat opposite me, and as she did, her skirt rode up slightly, showing me that she wasn’t wearing any knickers.

There was a definite glistening between her legs. I was hard as hell now.

I decided to just say what was on my mind – after all, she couldn’t divorce me again!

“So, what was it that you haven’t done for pendik escort ages, and that your ex used to like?”

She blushed very slightly, but she wasn’t surprised that I asked.

“Well, I sat on Brian’s face after he fucked me,” she replied, matter of factly.

I was a little surprised, she wasn’t usually as blunt about sex.

“Ah, I see, yes I did love that.” I said with a sigh.

“Unfortunately, he doesn’t!” she said. “but I have re-discovered my taste for it!”

“That must be hard for you,” I said, deliberately emphasising the work “hard”.

“Not as HARD as it is for you, I see!” she said, nodding towards my obvious bulge.

Then, putting her tea down, and standing up, she brushed past me saying, “So whats the bed like on this thing?” and pulled her blouse off as she stepped in to my cabin.

She lay back on the bed, and hoisted her skirt up, exposing her freshly shaved, and apparently freshly fucked cunt.

I started towards her, she put her hand up and said “Simple rules: you wont fuck my pussy, but you can lick it as much as you want. Understand?”

I nodded my agreement, and went straight down between her silky thighs.

Her pussy was dripping, unmistakably with fresh spunk. I was straight in there with my tongue, lapping away at it. drawing out as much of the cum as I could, and sucking on her hard, glistening clit.

I felt like I was lapping at her pussy for hours, working my tongue around her clit, in between her lips, and at one point, slipping down and rimming her puckered arsehole.

She, in turn, was breathing heavily, moaning and making noises she hadn’t made in bed with me for a few years.

By this point, I had pulled my cock free from my shorts, and was desperate to fuck her, but I knew I couldn’t screw this up if I wanted any more. She said no, so I had to accept that.

Eventually, her moaning got louder, the wriggling and writhing increased and her body started to shake. She had grabbed one of her tits, and pulled the nipple to her own mouth and was licking and sucking on it. Something she always used to do when she was getting close to cumming.

I plunged my tongue deep up inside her, to get the very last trace of cum from her, as she shuddered and screamed out with an almighty orgasm.

I slowed down my licking, and gently kissed the lips and upper thighs, as I leant back to admire her half naked, quivering body, sweat dripping off both of us, and a definite puddle on the bedsheets.

“You didn’t drink your tea” I said cheekily.

“Mmmmm,” she mused, “better have another one then.”

Standing at the sink and filling the kettle up, my brain was whizzing with “What the fuck was that all about???”

This time, I managed to finish making the tea, and we managed to drink it, during which we talked a little about what had happened, and what was going on with us.

She told me that the sex wither new guy was ok, but he wasn’t very adventurous and didn’t go down on her much, especially after sex which is when she liked it most.

So, the simple solution came to mind. As he lived less than 5 minutes from the marina, I was more than happy for her to come and see me after she has a fuck escort pendik with him.

“Don’t be daft” she said, “thats hardly a way to have a meaningful relationship with anyone is it?”

“I wasn’t talking about meaningful, I was just offering to satisfy your urges. The offer is there, its up to you”

We chatted a bit more for half an hour, before she got up and said that she had to leave.

As she left the boat, I went to give her a little peck on the cheek, but she turned her face, and gave me a full-on deep kiss, the likes of which she hadn’t given me for a very long time.

“See you tomorrow night” she said with a wink. Off she went, still with that sway to her hips, as I watched her arse disappear.

The next 24 hours were filled with intrigue and sexual suspense.

A couple of messages between my ex and I, hinting at all sorts of possibilities.

I had also started seeing a woman casually, someone I had known for over 20 years, and who had met my ex on several occasions, and knew exactly what I was like sexually. I sent her a text message telling her what had happened the day before, and what could be happening again that night. Her reply didn’t surprise me, but did get me instantly hard.

“Pity I cant watch the pair of you,” she said.

Hmmmmm now that would be fun.

Ping, from my iPad, “Be there in 5 minutes” from my ex.

This time, I wasn’t going to make a cuppa, I was waiting, naked, in my bed. She knew the gate code, she knew how to get on to the boat, and the door was open for her.

Within a few minutes, there was a slight rocking of the boat as she stepped aboard.

She came through to the cabin, and I watched as she stripped out of the summer dress she was wearing, with no bra and no knickers underneath.

She didn’t say a word, she just climbed on to the bed, and crawled slowly up my body, brushing her magnificent tits against my legs, my hard cock and over my chest, allowing me only enough time to briefly lick a nipple as it passed me by.

The gorgeous scent of her beautiful cunt got stronger as she positioned herself over my face and lowered down on to my waiting tongue.

The cum inside her this time was much more plentiful than before, and her red and swollen labia indicated that it was a lot fresher too.

I lapped away and within only a few minutes, she was cumming hard on my face. For the first time in the 15 years we had been together, she squirted as she came. Not just a little, but what felt like gallons!

The noise she was making was also more than she had ever done in our time together.

I carried on lapping away at her, but she lifted herself up, turned round, and lowered herself back down, and now in the perfect 69, took my throbbing cock in her mouth.

My cock was deep in her mouth and her tongue was working its magic around the tip and shaft.

She had never been really keen on sucking cock, but was really making up for missed time now.

Her cunt was dripping and twitching as I lapped at her, and again, that puckered bumhole of hers was inviting me to slip my tongue around the rim and venture in when I could.

As I did so, she stopped and abruptly rolled off me.

Oh pendik escort bayan shit! obviously over stepped the mark now. She turned round and lay down beside me, kissed me hard, then straddled me, so her cunt was pressed against my aching cock.

“I thought you said I couldn’t fuck your pussy, don’t tease” I said. She smiled, and said “Shut up”.

She was grinding her pussy against me more and more. She lifted herself up slightly, wriggled and guided the tip of my cock, firstly to her pussy, so it was coated with all of the juices still dripping out, then, to my utter surprise, she guided it further back to her bum.

A little note of history here. In the 15 years we were together, I had made several attempts to bugger her beautiful arse, and the closest I had ever got was slipping a finger in once.

She pushed down on my cock, slowly allowing the tip to delve in to her tight, virgin arse.

She took her time, and slowly pushed down and down, taking me in her arse a little at a time. A couple of times she stopped and lifted slightly, to allow her tight bum to get used to the invasion that it had never experienced before.

After a couple of minutes, she had pushed down to the point where I could feel the very tight ring. She took a deep breath and pushed down firmly, with that lovely distinctive pop of my cock pushing through her ring.

She stopped to allow her arse to get used to my entire length being in her. She opened her eyes and looked down at me, giving a little smile.

I let her control the pace, even though I desperately wanted to pound that beautiful arse that I had been denied all these years.

She slowly built up, lifting herself upright, holding her own tits, and throwing her head back with each thrust.

I knew I wasn’t going to last long like this, and told her so. Abruptly, she stopped. “Don’t cum yet, I want more of this”

Was I hearing this coming from her lips? She had been so “anti-anal” throughout our relationship, it had been one of the reasons that I had strayed from home and found fun with others, to quench my anal lusts.

She rested for a few minutes, still with my cock buried deep in her arse. She could sense that I was calming slightly, before she then started to build the pace up again.

This time, I raised my hips to meet her thrusts, we both started getting more and more vocal, and the pace built up to a frenzied fuck.

I reached up and massaged those glorious tits that I had enjoyed many a tit-wank with. Her eyes were wide, almost wild.

I knew it had to happen, as much as I didn’t want it to end, but that unmistakable feeling of my cum rising was creeping up on me.

With one almighty thrust upwards, I pumped my load deep inside her arse. She screamed loudly, and slumped down on me, our sweaty bodies tangled around each other.

“I should have let you do that years ago.” she gasped.

My head was spinning, my cock was still throbbing, heart pounding. The ink wasn’t even dry on our divorce and we had just had the best sex of our time together.

“I am sorry I never let you do that before honey. That was incredible.” she said at last.

I was a bit lost for words really.

“How soon do you reckon you can do that again?” she said, grinning at me.

“I’ll put the kettle on!” I replied, knowing that it would just give me enough time. But that, my Literotica-friends, is another story.

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