A month. And then a few months. And before they knew it, it had been a year. And then, somehow, almost two since the divorce. They remained sort of friendly. But she was always eager to get back together. And all he was eager for was to fuck her one last time. He would jokingly bemoan the fact that they never had “break up sex.”
She would say, “Your loss.”
They would flirt … or argue … or both. And then they’d both throw their phones down in a fit of rage or annoyance. Or both.
He fell into bachelorhood with ease, downloading all the dating apps straight away. “Recently divorced,” his bio read. “Looking for carefree fun.” He spoke with his female friends, who all shared the same dating app complaints: Topless gym mirror selfies were a turn off. So were photos by luxury cars. And anyone who launched immediately into sex was disqualified. His profile landed him tons of matches and he fucked his way out of his divorce slump and into his “man whore phase,” as he called it.
But his ex-wife? She wasn’t so happy. She was an egomaniac who felt like the divorce directly effected her image and reputation at work. She was determined to get back together. And he was determined to remain single.
One evening, she Facetimed him. She was packing for a trip and wanted to see if he’d swing by to water her plants and get her mail. He begrudgingly accepted, only because her trip was so last minute (so she said) that she hadn’t thought to ask.
“Lucy,” he said, kind of rolling his eyes, and also kind of intrigued.
“Hmm?” She said.
“When you bend over to pack, I can see your ass.”
“This ass?” She said, yanking her booty shorts down and shaking her fat, juicy, incredibly perfect ass in the camera.
He laughed. She laughed.
“Yeah, that ass,” he said.
“I bet you miss this ass. I know you’re drowning in pussy over there, but no one has an ass like mine.”
He knew exactly what was happening. She was trying to use sex to get him back. Tempt him with the goods. Tempt him with what he missed most. And then slowly work her way back into his life and pressure him to get back together. She knew he was weak. But things had changed. Dating had boosted his confidence. Therapy, too.
In a way, he felt shitty for even playing along. But on the other hand, the divorce wrecked him. He lost the house. He lost 40% of his assets. They said it was a “fair and mature” divorce, as far as things go. His friends said he got lucky. But he felt gipped. So, if this is how he got back at her … maybe it wasn’t the worst thing.
“Mm-hmm,” he said. “That’s true. No one’s got an ass like yours. Or tits.”
“These tits?” She asked, yanking her top up and flashing her breasts.
He laughed, and typical Ariella, she abruptly ended the chat so the ball could be in her court. She was fishing. She baited him, lured him in. And now she was going to make him desperate and horny. Make him call. He knew her game.
A week later, after her trip, he called her, playing into her hand. He said that little tease last week was really nice. Left much to be desired. But she wasn’t in the mood. In fact, she seemed kind of down. It was wrong to keep playing her like this. It was wrong to keep using her to get himself off. And yet, a twisted part of him really enjoyed this. He shifted the conversation towards dating. She’d had mixed results, but nothing clicked. He switched the conversation to sex. Did she miss it? Was her vibrator a suitable replacement?
Yes, she missed sex.
No, the vibrator wasn’t the same.
Sometimes, she missed a long, fat cock.
“Ahh,” he said. “That’s too bad. Well, it’s bed time for me. See ya.”
He ended the call. But not two minutes passed before his phone was ringing. Ariella was Facetiming him.
He answered, she was nibbling on her bottom lip, her right hand was mysteriously out of view. She closed her eyes and moaned.
“Are you …” He asked.
“Mm-hmm,” she moaned.
“Show me,” he said.
Ariella angled the camera. Her hands were down her pants. She was masturbating. He took his cock out and began to masturbate, too.
“Show me,” she said.
He showed her his cock.
“Mmm,” she groaned. “I miss that cock.”
“I miss your pussy,” he said.
“I know you do, baby.”
Ariella repositioned her phone against a stack of books on her nightstand and moved herself so he could see the entire show. She stripped nude and began to finger fuck herself, shoving her fingers into her gushy wet cunt. She rubbed her clit. Her huge tits bounced around as she vigorously fingered herself.
“So hot,” he whispered, stroking himself.
“I’m cumming!” She shouted suddenly. Her pussy dripped down her thighs. Her fingers were coated in grool. She pulled them from her cunt and licked them clean.
“How do you taste?” He asked.
“So good,” she said, holding her fingers up to the camera. “You want a taste?”
“I sure do,” he said.
She continued to rub her clit, faster and faster, bringing herself to a second and third and fourth orgasm within minutes.
“Cum for me, baby,” she whispered.
“Get your toy. The big one. I want to see it inside of you,” he said.
Ariella rolled out of bed disappeared from the camera. A moment later she crawled into bed, her 10″ black dildo in her hand.
“This?” She asked. “You want to see this inside of me?”
“Yeah,” he said.
Ariella slid the toy into her pussy, stretching herself open, pushing it in deep.
“Do it,” he moaned. “Fuck yourself.”
She slid the black toy in and out of her creamy pussy. She was so wet, her cunt sloshed. She squirted, soaking the sheets as she came, moaning, crying out in pleasure.
“Fuck!” He shouted, watching her pussy squirt everywhere.
“You like that? I learned how to do that recently.”
“Jesus,” he whispered in awe. Somehow, the fact that Ariella could squirt now made her even more irresistible. “I want to fuck you so bad,” he shouted as he stroked himself while his ex wife plunged a 10″ black dildo into her pussy.
She had grown out her bush, as he liked. She rubbed her clit faster and faster, shaking while she pounded her own cunt.
“I want to see you cum,” she said. “Cum on something. I want to see the load. Cum on your pillow.”
He rested his phone against his nightstand water glass and yanked a pillow into the frame.
“Do it! Cum for your slutty ex-wife. Cum for me! Blow one of those big sexy loads I love so much!”
He stroked himself faster and faster, watching her gush, spray, soak the sheets in her squirt. She took the creamy dildo from her cunt and shoved it almost all the way down her throat.
“AGH!” She gagged. Saliva coated the toy. She slurped it clean. “Cum for me! Cum for me!”
He ejaculated, firing out four thick ropes of sperm onto his pillow as she watched.
“Jesus!” She shouted.
He kept cumming, a large puddle of sperm pooled in the middle of the pillowcase as he trembled and shook.
“So fucking hot!” She shouted as he emptied himself.
He looked into the camera.
She looked at him.
“So …” she said. “I think we’re definitely going to need to have that break up sex.”
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