My pussy ached for the touch of my ex-husband and I was surprised when he called. Our flame reignited but I’m marrying someone else!
It’s eleven in the morning at the office, and already the grind has gotten to me. Meetings, paperwork, lazy subordinates. My face was glued to spreadsheets when my phone started ringing. I didn’t want to answer it since I had a meeting in a couple of minutes, but something told me I should.
At first I figured it would be my fiancé, Jacob, calling to check up on me, see how I was doing, and maybe ask if I could meet him for lunch. I just about gasped when I recognized the voice on the other end of the line. A voice from the past. One that I knew I would never forget. I put down my pen and focused.
“Hello, Klay,” I said. “How are you? And why are you calling me?”
“How’re you doing, Lucie?” Klay’s voice said, ignoring my question. The sound of his voice stirred many feelings inside me. The type that can only be gotten when your ex-husband calls you after two long years.
“Klay, I have a meeting in two minutes, and I can’t be late,” I said forcefully. Then something came over me and made me ask, “Where have you been all this time?”
“I’ll tell you about it if you’d care to meet me for lunch.”
This was where I ought to have said ‘I’m sorry, Klay, but I can’t do that. I’ve got loads of work to do.’ Instead I said: “Sure, tell me when and where.”
We met a block away from my office. It was a small restaurant, but not many of my co-workers went there. They preferred a spot a few blocks down. Since it wasn’t that far, and my intention was that I would be back behind my desk in an hour. Once again I was wrong, but at the moment, how was I to know how the lunch would go?
He was already there, seated by the window with his favorite cocktail on the table. Even though it’s been a couple of years, he still was as handsome as always. I was dressed in a black pencil skirt, purple blouse, black stockings and heels. I looked great on the outside, but I was a nervous wreck on the inside.
Klay had been my last lover before I ran into Jacob. There had been one-nighters in between, but he was the one person I’d missed deeply, and had Jacob not stumbled my way, I doubt if I ever would have gotten over him. The problem was our work. He traveled a lot, and I was stuck in this office job I detested but had to do.
A hostess opened the restaurant door for me. As I approached him, he looked up from his drink and smiled. He rose to his feet as I approached and opened his arms for me to hug him. I felt him press his body towards mine. We stood like that for almost a minute, and I figured he was just as reluctant to let me go as I also was, but eventually we both did.
We sat, made some small talk, and placed our orders with the waiter. Immediately he said, “I hear you’re getting married in a few weeks. I hope he’s a nice guy and will treat you well. I know I should have done better.”
It was not like Klay to be this modest and humble. “Thank you, Klay. He is a nice man, but how do you know that?
He placed his hand upon mine. I ought to have pulled mine back, except I didn’t. Instead I turned my hand upside down and wrapped my fingers around his while our eyes remained locked on each other. “For the last year I’ve known someone at your office, and he’s kept me informed. When he told me the news, I just had to see you again,” he said.
I know I should have done the right thing right then: pull my hand away, push my seat back, and leave. Except I didn’t; I couldn’t. He told me he was still traveling but should have given it up for me back then. He said he would do it now if I were his. Those words were too little too late, I told him, but somehow I felt he meant it.
Then he invited me back to his apartment, just a couple of blocks further. I told him that I must head back now, but his insistence made me say that I’d come by after work. Reluctantly, he agreed, picked up the check, and we left. The four afternoon hours seemed to pass so slowly. My mind was not focusing on my work. My pussy was asking for attention, but I had to ignore it.
He wasn’t lying when he said his place wasn’t that far from my work. He wasn’t working full-time, but he had a few good clients who would buy his photographs. Klay used to be the top salesman for his auto parts company when we were together, but shortly after the divorce he decided he wanted to be an artist. He rented a loft space downtown in the arts district, and that was the last I heard from him.
I found his loft quite charming, for a man. Not too large, nicely decorated, and several of his photographs made it look like a mini art gallery. He offered me a glass of wine, and we drank to our good health. I stood in the kitchen, and he went to the bedroom and brought back his newest piece, a shiny, chromed frame around an aerial shot of a group of Canada Geese flying in a V formation. He said it simulates an airplane window. A little esoteric, I thought, but well done.
He grabbed his drink, met me around the kitchen island, and explained his thought process, reaching over to gently squeeze my shoulder. He moved his hand down my chest and grabbed my breast. We locked eyes and you could feel things growing hot. I forgot about his sculpture as I rubbed my palm against the tiny growth of beard that lined his chin. He bent his head towards mine, and our lips came together in a kiss. After all these months, he still tasted delicious. His lips were still glued to mine as his hands explored my breasts and moved slowly up my thigh. I froze momentarily.
I moaned when his hand pushed past my panties, and his finger began probing my wetness. I opened my legs further for him as he rubbed his thumb against my clit while his middle finger went in and out of me, followed by a second finger. His other hand, which hung over my shoulder, kept massaging my breasts, and eventually began squeezing my nipples. He pulled back his fingers and offered them to me. I took them into my mouth and licked them clean of my pussy juice. The taste was strangely delicious.
We were used to having pretty intense sex together, and it was something I’d missed for the years he’d been out of my life. But now, here he was again.
Klay unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock and brought my hand to it. He pushed my head down on its hardness, and I opened my mouth and almost choked on it. I stroked his cock at the same time while my lips were wrapped around it, cleaning up the small amount of pre-cum that leaked out of it. All it took was a couple of seconds, and I was sucking that cock like it was yesterday that we last had sex.
Klay groaned; his hand remained on my hair, pressing my head down on his cock, forcing me to deep-throat him. He rose up and let me lie on the counter while he began finger-fucking me vigorously. I gripped the edge of the countertop and groaned aloud as he made me climax.
He positioned his cock at my entrance and pressed into my pussy. I was so wet, his cock slid in easily. He felt so good inside me; I let my muscles squeeze his cock and raised my hips to meet him. He pushed a hand under my back and pulled me up from where I lay. I wrapped my hands around his neck, shut my eyes, and cried out each time his cock slammed in, and out of my pussy, till suddenly I felt myself cumming again. Just when it felt as if I was slipping off him, he pulled me up and gripped me tighter and resumed fucking me. I was nearly out of breath when he released me. I climbed off the counter and collapsed on the floor. My pussy felt so sore; I knew it would remain like that till the following morning.
He stood over me looking like a giant with his cock still standing erect with cum dripping down from it. I started to giggle. It’s been a long time since I got fucked this good; how I missed the feeling. He knelt beside my face and started stroking his cock. I watched his face as it grimaced, and I shut my eyes just in time as his cum shot out and sprayed over my face. When he was done, I took his cock and sucked the remainder that oozed out of it.
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