We live on the coast. It took place at a beachfront hotel a few Saturdays ago. It’s the first weekend of the off season, so the place was empty and we got the corner room for 3 hours. Brian and I drove there and met Mike, my ex. We got there at around 9pm, and Mike was already there in the room. He had my outfit, a few leather ties for the bed posts, and some other stuff me, him and Brian went and picked out at an adult shop. We walked in, he gave me a kiss on the cheek, and just smiled at Brian. “So this is it!” he said with a grin on his face. “You think you can still handle me after all these years?” he said to me, giving me a slap on my ass. Brian just chuckled.
He handed me my outfit, and told Brian to go sit in the chair by the sliding glass door in the corner of the room. I calmly walked into the bathroom to get changed, and I was already starting to get wet thinking about what was about to happen. This was all surreal. I couldn’t believe I was going to fuck this guy again. My pussy was going down memory lane.