Author: Bulgroz the Third
Title: A Last Kiss Goodnight
Summary: When Robert's ex-wife crashes at his place for a few days, things turn out differently than might be expected. 
Keywords: MF, Mdom




			A LAST KISS GOODNIGHT

			 by Bulgroz the Thid


"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 slighly 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.


  
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