"Well then, it's set. Next week, Thursday, four-thirty in the afternoon, the train station. You shouldn't have any problem spotting me, I haven't changed." She laughed somewhat nervously at the other end.
"I'll see you then. Have a good trip... Bye!" Robert waited a few seconds to see if Karen wanted to add something and clicked off his cell phone. One week, he thought. One week before hell comes for a sleep over. Great, just great.
Were he to be honest with himself for more than a second, Robert might have reluctantly admitted that Karen had not, in fact, been hellish for at least a year. Nothing compared to how she was the last few months of their marriage, to be sure, or the years following their separation and eventual divorce. Her new boyfriend, a Darren something, probably helped make her life more stable, and, frankly, got her off Robert's back.
Robert stared at his cell phone. He was the one who had called off the whole relationship. It was untenable, Karen acting more and more crazy, until he felt he was about to lose himself. Maybe leaving was a bit of an overkill, he thought, not for the first time. Oh well, what's done is done, as the saying goes. It had been hard. Deep down, somewhere, he still loved her, he knew. He just could not live with her. Or really stomach her for more than a day at a time.
And she was coming to stay with him for a whole week. How did that happen?
He spotted her immediately as she got off the train, her long hair catching in the wind as she skipped onto the platform, carrying a very full backpack slung over a shoulder. She was scanning the crowd, undoubtedly in order to see him. He waived when her eyes were just about to pass over him. A big smile broke on her face when she noticed him, and that smile made his heart ache. Okay, so maybe I do still love her, he thought, wondering at his own ability to complicate his life. He did not have time to pursue the thought, however.
"Robby! Thanks for showing up!"
"Hey Karen," he said. "No problem. How was the trip? And do you want me to take that?" He motioned for the backpack.
"Nah, it's okay. Looks worse than it actually is. And the trip was fine. Few people, and no kids. A nice change."
She gave him a quick look before hugging him, a somewhat tentative gesture.
"You look good. Sounds trite, but have you been working out?"
He felt himself blush, and chastised himself for it.
"Huh, maybe a bit. I was starting to feel... soft with a chewy center. And not in a good way."
Karen laughed at that. "I know what you mean. I started a dance class myself, for basically the same reason. The ol' body's not what it used to be, I guess."
He sneaked a glance at her. She looked as good, if not better, than she did when he first met her eight years earlier. Trim, with a petite body, she reached his chin, but with curves that did not mislead that she was a woman. She had elected to wear jeans for the trip, not snug exactly, but shapely. Her fall jacket hid her upper body, but he already knew what he would see were she to take it off: underneath a blouse or a tee-shirt, and he was willing to bet it would be a tee-shirt, her breasts would stand still high and proud, not overly large, but not small either. A perfect size, or, as a friend of his used to say, nice because they just fit in the hand.
"You hungry?" he asked as he led her out of the train station and onto the street. It was late fall, and the air had taken that cold grey aura that herralded the coming of Thanksgiving in the north-east. Pedestrians were walking around holding their coats closed at the throat, bracing themselves against a nasty wind.
"Starved," she said. "You have something in mind?"
"Of course. Indian, right around the corner. Interested?"
"Definitely. Lead the way."
They ate well that night, and in fact had a very pleasant time. Perhaps he should not have been so surprised, but the fact was that their relationship had soured so much there at the end that it was difficult for him to accept that it had returned to a semblance of normalcy. They cracked jokes at times, and he was more than once rewarded with her laughter, unbidden, unforced, pouring forth so that it almost broke his heart every time, reminding him of days of old, and reminding him why he fell in love with the girl so long ago.
They headed back to his place after dinner, a small apartment on the far side of town, in a nice ethnic neighborhood. He shared it with his current girlfriend, and they were on their way to a marriage, if his reading the signs was correct.
"So, where's Jacqueline this week?" asked Karen as Robert unlocked the door.
"Jackie? You mean she's not cow-face anymore?" he said, treading a dangerous path. Karen was renowned for her temper, and reminding her too much of how much she hated his current girlfriend was probably a bad move. He had forgotten way too much about how to handle his ex over the last few years. He would have to be careful over the next few days to avoid some sort of explosion.
"Oh yeah, but I figured I'd be nice for the time being."
That was a surprise. For the longest time, Karen blamed Jackie for the breakup of their marriage. The truth, as it often was, was more nebulous. Verily, she was not to blame. She was a friend of his at the time, and he turned to her friendly ear once the problems Karen and he were having became to much to bear. But it had been friendship, no more. That that frienship a few years later turned into something more was perhaps not surprising, but hardly planned for. Robert believed that the crux of the difficulty that Karen had was that she had viewed Jackie as a family friend if not a personal friend, and viewed her budding relationship after the divorce as a personal betrayal: a friend would never start a relationship with one's ex. It was a small step, easily taken, to start thinking the move was planned from the beginning, and that Jackie had been actively pinning and sabotaging her marriage. Ergo, cow-face, and much hate and post-divorce fighting. Until the new boyfriend showed up, that was.
"She's off to visit family in California."
"You didn't go with her?"
"Not this time, no. Too busy at work for me to disappear for a week. Plus, I'm in no mood to deal with her siblings."
"Ah. Hey, nice place!"
He thought so too. It took long enough to arrange, he added silently. As he had said, it was a small place: two bedrooms, a rather large living room, a kitchen that doubled as a dining room. It was sobertly decorated, in tones of wood and dark reds, broken by the green of the plants that Jackie had finally convinced him to get.
"Thanks. It will do for the time being. As you may remember, I don't need much around to live," he said.
"Indeed. Well, except for books."
"Of course." And indeed, every room in the apartment held a couple of bookshelves, full to the point of their shelves starting to bend from the weight of the books. Both his and Jackie's. She was as much a reader as he was.
He led Karen through a small tour of the apartment, showing the smaller bedroom that Jackie and he used as a study, she for her painting, and he for what essentially amounted to report writing. He was a freelance report writer, hired by companies to put together shareholders' reports, and the likes. Nothing too exciting, but it paid the bills, and left him enough time for writing fiction, his true love.
They finished in the master bedroom. "And this, clearly, is the bedroom," he said, pointing to the large bed in the middle of the room. "Where you will be sleeping, I might add."
"No, no, no need, I can just..."
"I'll take the couch," he said, before she could finish her protest. "Don't worry, it's comfy; I know, I've fallen asleep on it reading enough times."
"I just feel bad about kicking you out.""Don't worry about it," he said.
She looked at him, a small smile forming on her lips.
"Hey, perhaps you can come and join me one of these nights..."
Here it comes, he thought.
"Ah, ah, ah. Yes. Up there with many a bad idea. That'll be tough to explain, don't you think?"
This was not a new development, although perhaps a bit unexpected given her new position as freshly-boyfriended.
He recalled, a few years back, when she was still alone, stopping by her place. He ended up staying a bit, watching some television show with her. Karen went in her bedroom for a bit, and changed. She came back out a few minutes later, freshly changed into a pair of flannel pajamas that he actually remembered from their time together. They were sitting on the couch together, watching their show, when she made the first move. She scooted close to him, and put her hand on his thigh. He turned towards her, frowning, about to say something, when she reached up and kissed him softly on the lips. She tasted like raspberries. He was stunned speechless. Before he could recover, gracefully or not, she kissed him again, harder, her lips fighting with his, parting, lithe tongue teasing his lips only to weasel its way through.
He gave in at that point, and kissed her back, as hard as she had. His hands reached up, cupping her face, and her body just molded itself into his. He pulled her close. More duelling. She pulled back, looked him in the eyes, and as he sat there, catching his breath, she, still silently, still watching him, took hold of his left hand and lifted it to her breast. He could feel her skin burning under the flannel, and could feel her nipple, hard, poking through the material. He closed his hand over her flesh, feeling the perfectly shaped boob, the feeling bringing back memories of so many time she had touched her in the past.
Karen sighed as he squeezed her breast, and cupping her hand over his, made him squeeze harder, rubbing to and fro. She leaned over for another kiss, and moved to get on top of him, without breaking either the liplock or the contact on her chest. Once on his lap, she kissed him ever harder, and started moving her hips, rubbing her groin against his. By that point, his cock was as hard as it had ever been, no doubt remembering all the times it was engulfed within the folds of her pussy that was rubbing itself against him through layers of flannel and jeans.
He moved his hand, down from Karen's chest to her back, and down to her ass, feeling it move as she kicked her hips back and forth to generate some friction, moaning all the while. Her ass was still full, had lost none of the firmness it had while they were married. Somehow, the feeling made him a bit crazy, and he snuggled up into her neck and started rubbing the exposed skin, right where her shoulder started. Karen moaned louder, jerked a few times more before scooting back a bit and reaching down to start unfastening his belt. Which brought him down to earth rather abruptly.
"Karen... wait..."
"What? I want to feel you..."
"Wait... no... we can't do this."
"Why not?" The belt was undone, and she was attacking his jeans. "I want you. You should feel me. I'm all wet."
The vision of her pussy wet, unfolding open, inviting, and the sheer fact that she was telling him turned him on to no end. But nagging the back of his head, like a fly buzzing, was Jackie. Who would go apoplectic if she heard he had screwed around with his ex.
"You're thinking of cow-face, aren't you?" asked Karen.
"Huh..."
"Don't. I don't care about her. I won't tell. I just want to have some fun. Just you and me." She had finished unbuttoning his jeans, and was reaching inside to touch his cock, who jumped at the contact. He shivered.
"See... he's happy to see me."
She started to rub his cock with the palm of her hand, hard, and the slight pain was arousing him even more. He missed her. He missed sex with her. Despite all the bad blood and all the issues and the hurt and the hate, he still wanted her. It took all the discipline he had to keep himself from pushing her down to the ground, ripping off her pajama bottoms, spreading her legs impossibly wide, and just shove his cock inside a cunt that he remembered as tight and warm and made for fucking hard. He longed to hear her cry, scream, to feel her scratch his back the way she used to.
Instead, he spoke up. "Karen, wait. Get up." He pushed her off. She stood, frowning, but before she could say anything, he grabbed her and pulled her on the couch, lying her down next to him, before lying down next to her and kissing her. After a beat, she responded to his kiss, hungrily, and her whole body lifted up to come reach his, to mold itself against him, as if cold and seeking his warmth. His hand roamed, down to her chest, grabbing a breast, squeezing, hard, eliciting a surprised yelp from Karen, but then moving on down to her belly, down to the waist of her pajamas, slipping into the waist of the pajamas and finally reaching down to a soft thicket of fur, warm, and inviting. Karen's hips lifted, as if to give him better access, to meet his hand halfway up. Spreading his hand, he let a finger down to her pussy lips, dipping in, feeling the moisture, feeling her folds open up. Karen moaned in his mouth.
"My, you are wet!" he said, looking her in the eyes.
"Please..."
Robert was not sure what she was asking for, but did not ask her to elaborate. He kissed her again, pulled his hand out of her pajamas, grabbed their waist, and yanked them a few times.
"Off," he said.
Eyes closed, Karen hurriedly lifted her ass off the couch to allow him to pull her bottoms off. As he surmised, she was naked underneath, and her legs were as long and soft as he remembered. He had always loved her legs, and towards the beginning of their marriage she often indulged him by wearing short skirts and high heels. On special occasions, she even wore those heels in the bedroom, sometimes with sexy lingerie, sometimes nude. Robert would go completely nuts then, and she seemed to enjoy the power over him that she had at those times. He was glad that she had not elected to seduce him in that way that night, otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to resist her advances in any way; he would have been a pure slave to his lust, putty in her hands, as they say. As it was, he still had a modicum of control, and thereby settled for something that would both satisfy Karen and assuage his guilty conscience. What was it that Clinton said about oral sex not being sex?
As Karen tossed her pajama bottoms away, and settled back down next to Robert, he trailed kisses down her chest, kissed her through her top. He would have happily unbuttoned her front to play with the little perky nipples he could feel through the material, but he had other plans. He trailed more kisses down, with Karen's hands accompanying him on the side of the head on his journey. She knew what he had in mind, obviously, as eating her out was a staple of their love-making in their heydays. After he made her come a few times with his mouth, actual fucking would then occur. It seemed only fair.
He made it down between her legs, which she had obligingly spread as much as was comfortable on the couch. Robert had to admit it was not the greatest of locations. But moving now would have broken the spell, and he may not have had the courage to pick it up again. Because, as you can believe, he wanted to be here with her, between her legs, about to taste her the way he had tasted her so many times before. He just did not want to cheat on his girlfriend. (That he could have held such a conflicting set of thoughts in his head at the same time still amazed him to this day.)
Her pussy lips were there, in front of him, swollen, slick with juice, He trailed light kisses all around, just teasing her, making her squirm, trying to predict where he would kiss next. Until he took a long lick up her slit, opening her up, tasting her, and making her moan loudly. He then proceeded to thoroughly eat her out, licking inside her lips, and sucking on her clit, something he knew she liked, and was rewarded by a scream and a tightening of her hands in his hair.
"Mmm... You are so good at this!" she said, in a whisper.
This went on for a while, and Robert made it last. He would back off whenever he felt she was getting too close to coming, only to rev her up once more. She wanted to come, desperately, he could tell by the jerky movements of her hips and the tightening of the muscles in her thighs.
"Please... Can you...?" She paused.
"Yes?" He said, not lifting his head.
"You know... what you used to do... before... to make me come?"
Robert loved that she was still shy about such things, even after all those years.
"You mean, my finger?"
"Yes! Please?"
Robert smiled, and went back to eating her out. After a while, he lifted his middle finger and dipped it in her pussy, coating it thoroughly in her juices. For good measure, he pushed his finger inside, and briefly finger-fucked her.
As pleasant as this was, it was not what she was after. Robert pulled his finger out of her pussy, all slickened with her juices, and plunged it slowly into her ass. Karen's breath caught, she lifted her ass off the couch to ease his access, pushing with her legs, and his finger slowly went in, the first knuckle, the second. Her asshole gripped his finger like a vice; it was hot, tight, like slipping in a sea of liquid fire. He went back to licking and sucking her pussy, working his finger in and out of her ass, in rhythm with his licking. He loved sticking his finger up Karen's ass, always had since the first time she had let his do it, not knowing then that she would enjoy it so much. He had wondered about fucking her ass proper, said something about it a few times, but she had always refused; she said he was too big, that he would hurt her. Hey, what better way to let a guy down, huh?
Karen was getting close. Very close. She started to moan more loudly, her thighs were shaking from the strain, and she was pushing her ass up against Robert's finger, trying to further the penetration. He hammed his tongue in her cunt and twisted it back and forth, at the same time that he rammed his finger in all the way. He felt both her cunt and her ass spasm around him, she took an intake of breath that she did not let out for a while, and started jerking wildly. It took some effort to hold on, even as she crushed his face against her groin, in the throes of the wildest orgasm her recalled her having. He felt insanely proud.
She finally relaxed, letting go of his head, and dropping her ass down to the couch, limp. Robert's finger slid out of the ass, making her moan slightly again. He gently kissed her belly before she stopped him, half-laughing, and urged him up against her so she could hug him. He did. She held him for a while, and still aroused, he could not help but dry hump against her leg.
"Sweetie, you didn't come. Do you want to..."
"No, it's okay. Besides, I should really get going, it's getting late."
They said goodbye that night. Robert did not know what to think. They repeated such a scene a few times, always in the same pattern: wild kissing make-out session, punctuated by him eating her out until she came. He never came himself, sort of a deal he made so that he could defend himself should his girlfriend leverage accusations of cheating on him. Nuts, of course, but part of him could not resist his ex and was grasping at any sort of rationalization straw. Unfortunately, it got to the point that whenever he saw her, he would be hoping that she would try to seduce him again. Ironically, repeating the pattern that they ended up setting during their marriage, with her essentially initiating sex. But all of that stopped when she met her current beau.
"I know, I know, but hey, we had some good times..." said Karen. That brought Robert back. She was talking. In his bedroom. They were discussing sleeping arrangements. Yes, that's it. "Hey, you there?"
"Yes, sorry, just remembered that I had to call someone back."
"No problem. Thanks for leaving me the bedroom. And thanks again for letting me stay over for these three days. You're really a dear." She reached up and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. He caught a scent of her perfume, the same one she had been using for the last ten years. His cock got instantly hard. Traitor.
The three days that Karen spent at Robert's place turned out to be very pleasant, and time just flew by. Karen was charming, funny, and even flirtatious at times, which, given how their relationship had turned out, left him vaguely bewildered. But, flexible guy that he was, he went along with it. They only crossed paths in the evenings anyways. Robert would spend the day at work, she headed out to the university for her meetings. They would have dinner together when she was back early enough. In a way, they were playing house. The nighttime ritual was also easily set. Robert tended to start knocking off around ten in the evening, and would prepare the couch then, showered, then lie down. Karen would then herself take a shower, longer, emerging from the bathroom in a pair of what he guessed were silk green pajamas, and wished him goodnight before heading to the bedroom and closing the door. Not just once did the hope that she would either stop by to sit next to him on the couch, or invite him into his own bedroom cross his mind. Externally, at least, he resisted the urge. The internal battle, on the other hand, was raging on. Until the last night of her stay, that was. When the forces of lust out-maneuvered, out-gunned, out-crushed the forces of rationality and common sense. It was a glorious sweeping victory.
They had decided that night to have dinner out, once again. They agreed on a little French restaurant near Robert's place. He got there before she did. Sitting and sipping on a glass of red wine, he felt the picture of a polished gentleman. He was quite unprepared for her arrival. She was still in bed when he left that morning, so he had not seen that she had dressed to the nines today, and he could not help drinking her in as she made her way to his table after looking for him and spotting him from the entrance. She who had always sworn by slacks and jeans had worn a tight blue skirt, straight, down to a few inches above her knees, legs bare down to a pair of black high heels. He noticed again how toned her legs were, and wondered how often she hit the gym back home. When he managed to tear his eyes from her swaying lower body, he noted her top, a white blouse, that felt as thought it was translucent, but wasn't, and her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, freeing up a slender neck that emerged from the blouse. She had a smile on her lips, her face seemed flushed, and she was so beautiful, so feminine, so desirable, that his heart ached and so did his cock. To think that this woman was once his, that he used to sleep next to her every night, cuddling up to her naked body, that she would at times make herself pretty for him, was just too much. Other patrons in the restaurant followed her with their gaze as she passed, caress her with their eyes the way Robert had just done, taking in her long legs, and as she passed by, an ass that Robert could too easily picture in that tight skirt of hers, probably wondering how she was between the sheets, tame and subdued or wild and subject to transports that were almost demeaning, undoubtedly wishing for the latter. Robert saw all that, and felt the stab of jealousy deep inside.
Which was ridiculous, he thought, as he stood up to greet her. She made her way around the table and hugged him.
"Hi, sorry I'm late."
"No problem. Good to see you. You look fantastic."
"Thanks." She sat. "Had a big meeting today, the standard dog and pony show, so I had to put in the works. I thought I overdid it this morning, but it seems to have turned out fine. So, you like?"
"You know I do." Of all people, Karen knew of his fantasies and fetishes better than anyone.
She smiled at that, and he realized in a flash that she was fully aware of the effect she had on him. That sparked a flash of warning deep inside, muted, but insistent. Which was totally drowned by the implication: she was flirting with him. Ethics went out the window, and he basked in the game.
Dinner was pleasant, like the past three days had been. Karen explained what she was doing, the project that involved her that got her to come here in the first place. She talked about her family a bit. Not a word about the boyfriend. Not that Robert asked either, but he noted the omission nonetheless. He told her about work and his view of the future, and while he did not mention his own girlfriend, Karen seemed quite happy to ask about her.
They took the subway back to his place, and as they were walking from the station Karen took Robert's arm and snuggled close. It was odd. People watching them took them for an old couple in love, and in a sense they were an old couple, and in another sense he was feeling a ghost of the love he shared for her a long time ago. He had no idea what Karen was feeling.
They had a last drink in Robert's apartment, and as they talked about wholly random things, sitting about, Robert kept stealing glances at Karen's legs. She must have noticed, and she made no move to cover up. He actually believed she was encouraging him, as she made a few movements with the consequence that her skirt rode up her thighs. He had to resist the urge to reach over and trail his hand on her skin, feeling her warm under him, sliding under the soft material of her skirt and touch the wet treasures he remembered full well were hiding there. He stoically restrained himself.
Eventually, Karen let out a yawn, and Robert responded likewise. They stared, and laughed.
"Guess it's bedtime for me," said Karen. She stood up slowly, feeling the wine.
She disappeared in the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Robert took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. And again. Willing his erection to recede. It eventually did. It took massive amount of thinking about baseball, his father, the mating behavior of mongooses, but it did. Meanwhile, he made up the couch for the night, and Karen scampered to the bathroom to shower. Half an hour later, lights were off, Karen was in bed after quietly having wished him good night, and he was lying on the couch, tucked under the covers, hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about his life, his choices. Sleep would not come easy tonight, he realized. Was he ever right.
It must have been less than an hour after they had called it a night. The apartment was dark, save from a slight glow coming from outside, some streetlight that was positioned just right, high enough to lightly illuminate the living room. Robert heard the door to the bedroom open slowly, and felt the subsequent draught. And heard a soft voice.
"Robby, you sleeping?"
Robert would have opened his eyes at that, if not for the fact they were already open. But before he could answer, he turned to look and took in the sight through the dim light from the street.
Karen was standing in the doorway, a hand on the frame, looking at him. Her hair was down, cascading to her shoulders in long waves. But what she was wearing was what made him gasp. She had on a short nightie, made of what looked like diaphanous satin, of an indeterminate color that looked reddish. It clung to her body like a second skin, revealing nothing yet leaving nothing to the imagination. It left her shoulders naked, held up as it was by a simple pair of spaghetti straps. It plunged into a deep cleavage that showed off the inside of her breasts, stopping shy of airing out her nipples. It then went down, following Karen's curves to stop maybe two inches below her crotch, from which point her naked thighs went down into long legs and into the pair of high black heels she had been wearing earlier that day. Robert wanted to have those legs wrapped around him so badly it hurt. She looked better than his pent-up fantasies could have conjured had he imagined her standing there.
He did not move, save to answer.
"No." It came out as a croak.
"Good."
She started towards him, the heels of her shoes going clack-clack on the hardwood floor. She stopped next to the couch. Robert was looking up at her from his position at the head of the couch, looking up at her face, trying not to get too distracted by her legs within touching, nay, kissing distance. It would have been a simple matter to just raise an arm, reach out and run his fingers up those legs, up her thighs, under the hem of the short nightie.
"Go ahead," she said. "I know you want to touch. And you know what? I want you to touch."
Confusion and hesitation must have shown on Robert's face, because Karen reached down to take his hand and put it on the inside of her knee, her own hand remaining to cover it.
"There," she said, "much better."
She slowly pulled Robert's hand up the inside of her thigh. Her skin was soft; he had forgotten that. She used to spend so much time and energy moisturizing and taking care of her skin, it was worth it, he had always thought so. He was growing hard, as he felt her up, or more accurately, was made to feel her up. Not that he was complainning, mind you.
"Mmm... I've been dreaming of your hands on my legs all day. That's why I wore the skirt, you know. I was kindda hoping you would make a move on me. But you behaved yourself, very impressive. I could tell you were looking at me, though, could tell that you wanted to run your hands on me, as much as I wanted you to. And it made me so wet..."
As if to punctuate that statement, Karen pulled Robert's hand up under her nightie, and he felt the juices leaking out of her pussy. She was pantiless, and her pussy lips felt engorged to his questing fingers. And she was hairless; she had shaved, an old fantasy of his.
"See? Still wet. Still wanting you."
Robert drew a finger across her slit, sliding effortlessly within the folds, and eliciting a moan from Karen, whose knees buckled slightly. She pulled his hand out, and crouched down on the floor next to the couch, level with his abdomen.
"Don't be in such a rush, dear. If you play your cards right, you'll get to dip much more than a finger..."
She brought Robert's hand up to her face, and slowly, teasingly, looking at him deep in the eyes, started sucking on his finger, the one still wet from her juices. As she sucked it deep, she closed her eyes, moaned, and bobbed her head up and down on the finger.
"Yum," she said, "that was good. I think I'm having a little oral fixation tonight. Do you think you can help me?"
Robert was still dumbstruck, still unsure that this was not all a dream. Karen scooted over, leaned close to his face. He noted that she had put some makeup, and her full lips were shiny and a deep dark red. She was whispering.
"Tonight, you are mine." She kissed him. Her lips sought his, opened up, as her tongue lashed out to lick his lips, and part them, and seek his own tongue. He brought up his hands behind her head to pull her close, and leaned into the kiss.
Karen's hand sneaked under the comforter he had with him on the couch, tracked over the tee-shirt he had on as nightwear, found his boxer shorts, and started rubbing the throbbing erection that was waiting for her there.
"There he is, the big boy that I remember. Did he miss me?" she asked, breaking the kiss momentarily.
Robert kissed her again, while at the same time lifting his hips to increase the friction of her hand on his cock through the material of his boxer shorts, and trailing his hand down her side, down to her hip and her thigh, caressing her warm skin once again.
"You know what I want to do right now?" Karen asked, with a slight smile on her lips. "I want to feel you hard in my mouth."
Karen lifted the covers, and started pulling down Robert's boxer shorts. He helped her out. His cock bobbed up, seemingly out to reach her. She smiled, wrapped her hand around his cock harder, and leaned over to take the head in her mouth. The feeling was incredible, as if he had dipped his cock in hot wax. She sucked on the head some, swishing her tongue around, before taking him in deeper. Her head bobbed up and down a few times, and he was privy to a great view of her ass as her nightie lifted up slightly from her position on the floor.
"You like that?" she asked. "I've been practicing, recently. Darren is really into blowjobs, and he's been coaching me." She had turned around to look at Robert, a mischevious smile on her face. She was lazily stroking his cock as she spoke. It throbbed fiercely when she mentioned Darren; she knew his kinks.
"Mmm... You like that, don't you, the thought of me blowing Darren? Do you imagine me on my knees in front of him, looking up at him as I plunge his cock in my mouth?" Robert's cock throbbed more. Karen laughed softly. "What would you have me wear when I do that? What I'm wearing now? Perhaps I'm just back from work, I haven't taken off my suit yet, when he asks me, no, forces me, to kneel down and worship his cock?" A throb, and a moan escapes Robert.
Karen leans over to whisper in his ear. "Don't worry. I have more stories for you... but for now, let me show you something I've learned recently. You'll love it..."
With that, Karen kissed Robert hard on the lips, driving her tongue in his mouth, then went back to his cock and sucked it in again. She positioned herself carefully next to the couch, moved so that she was almost head-to-toe with Robert, and sucked him once more, slowly, deeply, more deeply than she ever had before. She gagged somewhat when Robert's cock hit the back of her throat, but she seemed to swallow and his cock sneaked its way down her throat, and she bobbed down to fully impale him. His cock was nestled tight and warm deep in her throat, and she had her lips wrapped around the very base of his cock. Robert could not believe it: his ex-wife was deepthroating him. Slowly, achingly slowly, she pulled up, sliding him out of her mouth, caught a breath, then slowly swallowed him again. She did this several times, by which point Robert had lost control of his hips, which were moving up to meet her face every time she went down on him. Try as he might not to push too hard, his body seemed driven to fuck her face, seeking more sensations. Karen took it all, without complaining. She was in fact moaning all the while, one hand slowly massaging his nut sack.
"Karen, I'm gonna come if you don't stop," Robert moaned after a particularly deep thrust.
Karen pulled up, and clamped two fingers at the root of his cock. "No way, sweetie. You are not wasting any of it in my mouth." She wiped her mouth, slick with slobber. "I want to feel you deep in my pussy." Robert's cock twitched. "That's right," she said. "You always liked it when I talked dirty, didn't you?" She leaned closer. "This is your lucky night. You get to do anything you want to me."
"Why?" Robert managed to ask.
"Who cares? I just want you. And I know for a fact that you want me." She stood up, and offered Robert her hand. "Let's hit the bedroom. We'll be more comfortable there."
Robert took Karen's hand, and got up. She turned around and headed to the bedroom. Robert's eyes were riveted to her ass, swaying delectably because of the high heels. Looking over her shoulder and seeing his stare, Karen flashed a come-hither smile. "You like my nightie? I admit I got it especially for you. Figured I'd seduce you. Do I look seductive enough?"
They made it to the bedroom. Karen lied back on the bed, and pulled Robert down on top of her. They kissed, hungrily, their hands roaming over each other's body. She squeezed his ass, he ran a hand up her thigh. Her breasts felt nice and full under him.
As he kissed her in the crook of her neck, she whispered in his ear.
"Robby, how do you want me? I told you, anything you want, tonight. I can suck your cock again, I can fuck you, I can be on my hands and knees. You used to like taking me from behind, I recall. You used to say that you loved the view. Would you like that? Would you like to look at my ass while you fuck me?"
"God, yes, I would."
"Then go ahead," she said, rubbing Robert's head, trailing little kisses down the side of his face. "You know, Darren also likes to take me from behind. The first day he fucked me, he flipped me over and took me that way. It felt good, too, his big cock drilling deep into me. Honey, it had been so long since anyone had entered me, that night, that my little pussy held on to him for dear life."
Robert did his best to imagine the scene. Karen on the bed in her od place, naked, on all four, fucked from behind, moaning and losing it. A powerful image, a good image. Did Darren ask for that position, or did she offer? Was she naked, perhaps body glistening with sweat, legs spread wide, chest down onto the bed, ass up in the air, getting slammed by his cock, or was she wearing something? Perhaps a skirt, bunched up around her waist, or maybe a dress, flipped over her back? Panties, pulled to the side to offer him access, or maybe a thong, even easier to shove aside. She may even have tried to pull all the stops to seduce him, and had worn thigh highs and heels, black, or perhaps white for that virginal effect?
"You're picturing me with him, aren't you?" asked Karen, her lips brushing Robert's ear. "I know that look in your eyes, it's the one you used to get when I would tell you stories. Remember the stories I used to tell you?"
Her hand had sneaked its way down between their bodies, lifted her nightie, and grabbed a hold of Robert's cock, stroking it lightly and guiding it into the wet nest that was her pussy. Robert could feel her heat radiating.
"Of course I remember," he whispered back.
And did he ever remember! Karen was not the most adventurous girl when they were married. Robert suspected that some of it must have been his fault; he was not the most forward about his fantasies, and because of her volatility, he rarely dared be too forward. One day, however, it must have been a year into their marriage, he asked her about her previous sexual encounters. It was a somewhat random question, essentially prompted by pure curiosity, and with a healthy helping of fantasies, the thought of his new wife with someone else turning him on more than he cared to admit. While he would not have tolerated her having an affair, it felt safe to indulge in fantasies. She was understandably a bit nervous about the question, and Robert had to make it clear that it was not jealousy speaking, but basically arousal. Unfortunately, she said, she had few such stories, for her sexual history, if not nonexistent, was hardly anything to write about. However, she said, she would be quite happy to invent herself a new history for his sake. And so started a tradition of storytelling. Whenever Robert was in the mood for sex and she was not, they would negotiate so that she would lie down next to him on the bed and invent a story for him to jack off to, involving herself and other friends of her past.
"I remember too. I remember the stories you really used to like, the ones that really drove you wild. They tended to involve other men, didn't they? Other men that would seduce me? No. Other men that would use me. That's it. Use me. It took me a while to realize that that's what was going on. You got off on stories that involve men that used me. The ones where men would order me about, have me suck them off, or fuck them, sometimes in front of you. Right?" Karen was rubbing Daniel's cock into her slit as she spoke, hot breath against his face. Her legs were spread wide, heels digging into the bed. Daniel fought against his desire to just push his cock into her, waiting to savor the moment, make it last forever. "Those stories were all make believe, baby. Well, I now have a whole supply of new stories, and they are real, this time. Do you want to know about Darren and me? He is quite the pervert, my boyfriend. The things he makes me do... oh!"
Daniel's cockhead had just bumped into Karen's clit, and almost made its way into her pussy. Karen tensed up under him, and her hips shifted to reach him. He pulled back slightly.
"You tease!" she said, smiling. "Fine, if you want to play it that way! So, ask away. What do you want to know about Darren and me? Is there anything you're curious about?"
There was. "Where did you learn to suck like you did me before?"
"Where did I learn to take a cock down my throat? Darren taught me. Actually, you might say he trained me. One day, I was on my knees in front of Darren, who was sitting on his couch, and I was sucking him off. That's how he likes it, you know, with me on my knees in front of him, looking up at him. He says that's my place. I was nude, except for a pair black pumps, the way he wants me to be when alone with him. He was still dressed, only his pants and boxers around his ankles. Can you picture it, Robby? You ex in front of another man, blowing him. Well, Darren at some point said that I sucked at sucking, he grabbed my head, and rammed his cock in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, and holding it there. I choked, I couldn't breathe, and he told me that he would teach me how to suck, the way he had taught all of his girlfriends. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I struggled to breathe. He then proceeded to instruct me on how to swallow his cock, and rammed his cock in and out of my mouth until he came. It took a few sessions like that before I could take him down my throat. Now, that's the only way he will let me blow him. And you know what? I've grown to like it. I get really really wet when I feel a cock deep inside."
Robert was nearly out of his mind at this point. Karen was ondulating under him, rubbing against him, trailing her hands down his back, squeezing his ass. He was rubbing against her, dry humping, wishing the sensations to last forever. When she told him that deepthroating made her wet, he snapped, and pushed his cock into her pussy, slowly, but without hesitation, until he was fully in, embedded to the root, like a hot knife in butter. Karen had seized under him, and wrapped her long legs around his waist, pulling him in. She moaned in his ear, muffled a scream by jamming her face in the crook of his neck, her pussy squeezing Robert hard just like he remembered from their time together. She was still as tight as she had ever been, and he told her so.
She was too shaken to speak for a moment, and Robert realized that she had come when he entered her. He never remembered her being so sensitive. She slowly came down from the high, still gripping him tightly.
"Mmmm... that was good, baby. It feels so good to have a cock in me, you know?" She looked Robert in the eye, ran her nails down his back. "Now, I told you, tonight, I am yours to do as you wish. But I want you to fuck me hard."
Robert pulled his cock out, and rammed it back into her. Karen groaned, but again pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts. She closed her eyes, turned her head to the side. Robert thrust again, amazed by how tightly her pussy was gripping him. He kissed her cheek, sloppily, and she moaned. He licked the side of her face; she seemed to like it.
"Tell me," Robert asked, "tell me more about what he does to you. What he makes you do."
She turned her head back towards him, and kiss him hard, bruising him.
"Whatever you want, baby. But let me ride you."
Why not? He pulled out of her pussy, and got on his back next to Karen. She sat up, but before getting on top of him, she grabbed his cock, stroked it a few times for good measure, and finally engulfed it in her mouth, in one long slurp, down to the root. Robert lost control of his hips, and pushed up against her, grabbing her head to keep her close to him. When the sensation got to be too much, he let her go, whereupon she pulled her head up, took a breath, and plunged down once more. She took him that way a few times before letting him go, straddling him, and pushing his cock back into her.
"Oh yes, that's good. Mmm... I love the way your cock feels in me!"
She took hold of the hem of her nightie, and lifted it above her head, taking it off. Robert's hands automatically reached for her breasts, grabbing a hold of them and squeezing. They were just like he remembered them, a perfect size. God, why did he ever leave this woman? He felt something on her nipple, and was stunned to discover a nipple ring. Karen smiled, noticing he had noticed.
"Darren. He wanted me to be... decorated. I admit I took some convincing on that one. But he can be very persuasive when he wants to. Anyways, one day he dragged me to a friend of his to get this on. It hurt like hell, but I withstood it, because that's what Darren wanted. I even had to thank his friend for the work. Can you believe it," and Karen leaned down to whisper, her tits squashed into Robert's chest, "I had to blow him, in the store, behind his counter, while people were milling about in the mall outside? And he was large, and not too gentle either. Thank God Darren had gotten me used to being treated rough."
She was whispering in his ear now, all the while fucking him only by rotating her hips on him. "You can see that, can't you, your ex giving one of her best sloppy blow jobs to some biker reject in a store, half undressed with a brand new nipple ring off her left tit? You can, can't you?" Robert could. He was pushing his cock hard in her, more turned on than he could ever be. He was wrong.
"But that's not what you want to hear, I'm sure. No, what you really want to hear, the story that you really want to know, the image you really want to have running around in your head, is how Darren took my virgin ass. That's right, one night, he called me up to go and see him and offer him my ass. And I did. Do you want to hear that story, baby?"
She felt that Robert did, because his cock, as impossible as it seemed to him at the time, got even harder. She laughed softly against his ear.
"Yes, I can feel that you do. Not surprising. I know that you always wanted my ass. No sense in denying it, baby, you always had your eyes down there, whenever you'd get a chance. But Darren got there first."
She pulled herself back up, and slowly started rocking over Robert, massaging his cock with her pussy and her motion. There was not enough friction for him to come, but it kept him on the edge for as long as she wanted. And she told him the story.
"He called me up one evening, right after dinner. It had been a long day, and I was looking forward to a nice long bath and a good book. But he told me to come over, and to dress sexy. He had his tone of voice that he uses when he has thought of something particularly nasty. And that got me wet. Instantly. I think one of the reasons I'm with him is that he brainwashed my pussy. He told me that after that night, my ass would be virgin no longer. I was thrilled, and scared, and excited. I put on a short leather skirt, a favorite of his, a nice blouse, and a tall pair of heels. No stockings, and no panties either. I could feel my juices starting to flow down my thighs. I thought of masturbating right then and there, to take the edge off, but didn't. Darren would know, and he wouldn't like it. And I jumped in the car and drove to his place, a cock-crazed girl on her way to see her boyfriend so he could fuck her ass."
"When I got there, he was waiting for me in his living room. I stood in front of him, silent. 'Strip,' he ordered. I shed my skirt, my blouse. I kept the heels. I know him enough to know that. He tossed me some lube, and told me to prepare myself. I applied a generous helping to my asshole, rubbing it in with two fingers. It felt very odd to put fingers in my own ass, and I shuddered to think how his cock would feel. 'Get down on all four and offer me your ass,' he said when I was done. I obeyed. Despite everything we had done together, I felt so exposed and ashamed, I'm sure he could smell my arousal from where he was sitting. I felt, I dunno, like a bitch ready to be bred. Yes, that's what. I was his bitch, I am his bitch. I heard him stand up and approach me. Anticipation was killing me. Without realizing it, I was slowly swaying my ass left and right. He knelt behind me, I felt his hands on my hips, getting a grip, and then felt his cockhead against my asshole. Slowly, excruciatingly, he pushed in. It felt like nothing before. Like he was trying to push a brick up my ass. It took all I had to keep from screaming. Eventually, my ass let go, and his cockhead got in, followed by the rest of him. Then I could not suppress a groan. He kept pushing in, taking my ass, deeper and deeper. My butt was on fire. When I thought I could not take it anymore, I felt his thighs against my asscheeks, and knew he was in fully. He had his cock as deep in my ass as it would go. I had never felt so full. And I knew something else, then, that I was his. He owned me, my body, and I would never refuse him anything. He pulled his cock out, slowly, then pushed it back in. I moaned. He fucked my ass for the first time, like that, on the deep carpeted floor of his living room. He came on my back, after I had come twice from the ass, something I never thought would ever happen. And he's been fucking my ass ever since, whenever he wants to. He says it's his favorite hole of mine."
The story was mind bending. Robert could just picture it, could just imagine Karen completely submissive, obedient, used, and aroused by it. He desperately wanted to come, but there was not enough friction, and Karen was keeping him from fucking into her.
"Please!" Robert said, half-moaning.
"Please what, baby? What do you want? My story got you hot, is that it? You like hearing about Darren claiming my ass for the first time?" She kissed the side of Robert's face, whispering in his ear. "Or did you like hearing about my submission? Knowing that I was his, that I would let him do anything he wants to me, whenever he wants it. That I'm his slave, his doll, his toy? That he can just use me, abuse me, and I'll take it, with pleasure, welcoming it all, good and bad? That turns you on, doesn't it?" She slowly started pistoning on top of him, fucking him faster and faster.
"Perhaps you imagine yourself as my master, perhaps you fantasize about me being your own personal fuck slave, at your beck and call? Mmm? Is that what you want? You're thinking of ordering me about, pushing me on my hands and knees to offer my ass to you, letting you fuck me there, penetrating me, owning me? Would you like that, baby? Fucking my ass, like you've always wanted? Feeling my asshole wrapped around you? If you think my pussy is tight, you won't believe my ass." Robert was getting close. His hips where jerking up rhythmically, Karen was pressing down in counterpoint. Images of her were dancing in his mind, her voice in his ear and hot breath on his face. "And to tell you the truth, I would love to feel your cock in my ass. You could have done it years ago, you know, when I was your wife. You could have ordered me around, been more forceful. Told me, get down, slut, and spread your ass for me, and I would have done it, opened myself up to get the assfucking I deserved..."
Robert came. He exploded. His butt jerked up and his cock impaled itself to the hilt in her pussy, his hands on her hips, pulling her down. She moaned as he spent himself in her, shuddered once, twice, and in his daze he figured she must have come as well. She collapsed on top of him, and he noticed that they were both sweating. She nestled her nose in the crook of his neck, and let herself go against him.
Robert had no idea how long they stayed like that, but they must have fallen asleep. They woke up, at some point, and fucked again, for a long time. She blew him again, let him fuck her from behind, and once on her back with her legs spread wide and pushed up so that her knees were on either side of her head. She was true to her word, she did everything Robert asked her to do; not matter how degrading, she did it all, and even seemed to enjoy it all. And yes, he got her to offer her ass to him, and he fucked his ex-wife in the ass for the first time ever, and she was right, it was by far the tightest hole he had ever experienced. They finally collapsed when dawn came, in each others' arms, like they used to in the good old days, newly married, very much in love, exhausted, replete.
Several hours later, Robert woke up, alone. In a daze, he staggered to the living room, naked, and did not find Karen. He saw her note on the coffee table at the same time he realized that her stuff was gone. He picked up the note. It was short, written in her easily recognizable handwriting.
"Robert," it said, "I had a wonderful time last night. Thank you. I got what I wanted. Or, to be more accurate, I got what Darren wanted. I am afraid this is the last time we will every be intimate. Hope you enjoyed it, I sure did. You are a good man. Hug, Karen."
Life went back to normal. Jackie returned from her trip, and found Robert odd for a while. He told her that Karen came to visit, without of course going into details, and put it all down to the stress that usually came from his ex's presence. But then he went back to being the Robert she knew. Jackie and he eventually married, and went on happily. Once in a while, flashes of that night Karen and he shared would come back to him, and he would feel a pang of loss like a stab in the gut. She would live in his fantasies for a long time.
He never did find out exactly what happened. But he had his suspicions. He once ran into Karen again, doing some Christmas shopping back in his hometown. She was with a tall, square-shouldered man that he assumed was Darren. Karen was gorgeous, as usual, black winter coat covering a short dress over black tights, perched on a pair of a stiletto-heeled ankle boots. But what held Robert's attention was the kid with them, a boy that must not have been more than seven years old, and who was his own spitting image. Robert did not show himself. He just watched them go.