So here we are, Day 3 of the tournament, the final day and we go out with a “bang”!
Author: MikeWazo
The Ex wife, Second Night at the Hotel (MF)
If you read the first two stories, I had a few people say they enjoyed the story. So I’ll keep going on night 2. Let me know what you think.
Saturday morning I woke up to a loud bang, and the room lighting up randomly. It was storming so hard it was shaking the hotel. My first thought was, “shit the tournament was going to be canceled”. I look at my phone and the team group text was saying it’s going to be raining for a couple of hours, but since they’re playing on turf fields, expect a delay and not to be rained out. Shortly after, all the parents decided to make a day of it. Half the parents went to a casino near by, and the other half took the kids to this indoor go kart place just to get them out of the hotel and go to do something fun.
My Ex Wife and I got drunk at a hotel (Part 2)
Read the first post to see how this makes sense, or don’t, and just enjoy.
So there we were my face tongue deep in her, with her legs wrapped around my head like some sort of ufc type leg lock. Once she finished and released me, I made my way back up her body, kissing slowly and nibbling. While my hands explored her thighs and ass. Man I have missed this body and this amazing pussy I have now fresh on my lips. As I get closer to her neck she grabs my head and pulls me up fast and starts making out with me. Deep, long passionate kiss, my hands go from her thighs and ass up to her back and with my right hand I reach up to get a handful of the back of her hair. Gripping it firmly enough to move her head anyway I want, but not hurting her. She wraps her legs around my waist, throws her arms around my body and locks her nails into my back. It’s always been a little kink of mine to be scratched hard while fucking her, and she remembers it, like she did 10 years ago.
My Ex Wife and I got drunk at a hotel…
This story happened a few months ago, and honestly haven’t stopped thinking about it. Figured I’d type it up for someone else to enjoy.
So here we are middle of my sons soccer season, and he has a huge tournament coming up on the weekend that’s far enough away from the house that the entire team has to get a hotel. I called and booked mine fairly early, as I figured so would everyone else, my sons mom asked me to book one for her, because she was busy and didn’t have time. I called the hotel back and changed my reservation from one room to two. Not thinking anything about it, and just made sure she had a reservation.
The Friday comes and everyone is heading out of town for the tournament. I showed up to the hotel a little later that night because I had to work late, and my son was with his mom for the weekend. I got to the hotel and got checked in, my son was waiting for me in the lobby. We walked up to my room, and he starts laughing when I get to my door, not sure what was funny, but he then shows me, his moms room is directly next to mine and it’s one of those conjoint rooms with a door in between. As his parents are divorced he really thought it was cool to open that door and be able to go from room to room as he pleased.