Her lunch with an ex [MF]

It seemed odd that my wife wasn’t home yet – she had just planned on a quick trip to Target on this Saturday morning. It was almost 2 pm when she finally strolled through the door. “You’ve been out for a while” I quipped, to which she replied “well, I bumped into Jimmy, so we went to lunch…”. Oh, Jimmy, her ex, I thought to myself, feeling my blood pressure rise. She always talked so highly of him, and I got sick of hearing about him, and she’s well aware of it. Knowing this, she came over to be sweet, give me a hug and a kiss, pleading “don’t be mad…”.

Admittedly, I was annoyed, saying “I’m more mad you didn’t tell me…why didn’t you tell me you were going” as she tried to be more flirty, trying to kiss me as she tried to grope and tease. I am but a man, and as her fingers deftly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, I was quickly aroused. “Are you sure you’re mad? You say you’re mad, but you don’t feel that mad…” All I could manage was a moan as she grabbed at me, my mind wanting to be mad, my body wanting to take her, punish her for being a flirt. She continued to tease “Why are you so hard? I thought you said you’re mad? Are you thinking about me having lunch with him?” All I offered was a “mmhmm”, but sensing an opportunity to tease,she wanted to hear more…”I know you like my ass in these leggings, think he liked it? What about my tits? Don’t they look good in this tank top?”

She knew all the buttons to push – she knew her tits looked great, got attention, and free drinks. And at this point, we had moved from standing in the kitchen to the living room, me in a chair, her on her knees in front of me, working my throbbing cock free and stroking gently. Knowing she was in total control, she continued to push…”do you think he wanted me on my knees too?”, dropping her mouth around the head, flicking her tongue, fingers teasing my balls.

All I could do was close my eyes and say “I love you on your knees”. I could feel a moan escape her lips as they were wrapped around my cock before pulling away, replaced by her hand stroking me again. “You are so hard baby. Are you thinking about me sucking him, stroking him? Would it be better if I did it topless?” I opened my eyes to watch her peel her tank top and sports bra from her beautiful tits, nipples already hard, and feeling her push them forward and together, enveloping my cock.

I had all I could take – “Fuck baby, make me cum, I need to cum…”. She was quite pleased with herself at this point, still slowly stroking and teasing, “mmm, I knew you wouldn’t stay mad. Where do you think he would want to come? On my big tits? In my mouth? My face?” As much as I love painting her tits, I wanted her to suck me dry – “I want that mouth….” That was all the encouragement she needed. She dropped her head, sucked hard, and had my cum in no time. And she did completely suck me dry. I could hear her swallowing it all, and as she pulled away, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked sexy as fuck, still on her knees, bare tits, and closed saying “For being mad, that was a lot of cum baby…”

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