(Another total fantasy with real elements)
Since getting divorced almost a decade ago, my ex-wife continues to irregularly stop by, generally to drop off wood which comes from a couple of pines that are seemingly growing at such a rapid rate that they need constant trimming. In the last half year, I have started to video chat with my own cam. Something new for me compared to writing and watching porn, gradually leading me to experiment a bit.
Hearing a quiet knock at the door on Sunday around 10pm was a bit surprising, after having smoked a bowl and chatting, though the camera was still off. I shrank the window, then put on pants and a shirt quickly. Not so surprisingly, it was my ex-wife at the door, saying she had dropped off some more firewood and pine cones. Living alone, I am much less concerned about the smell of weed, meaning as she sniffed, I expected her customary response regarding how much she hated the smell.
Instead, she grinned, asking if I had any to share, a completely unexpected response. I knew that in the period after divorcing, she had dropped her opposition to getting high with her then boyfriend, now husband. My responding "Sure why not?" was also a sign of how things had changed, as such an apparently hypocritical request would have made me mad considering the abuse regularly directed at me in the past when smoking. Resentment fades over time, with being already stoned adding to a more tolerant mood.
Inviting her in, she thanked me, saying her husband had been gone two weeks, which was also the last time she had gotten stoned. Adding that she now understood the attraction, again causing a muted response that could be suppressed, in light of how she would reject my getting stoned before having sex. A thought getting ahead of myself at another level, but considering how I had just been about to jack off, at least understandable as the weed continued creating its customary effects.
Sitting in the PC room at one desk, I got out the pipe and weed, not caring that she saw the box I used to keep the lighter, pipe, and smaller tin holding the weed. A tin of peppermints she had bought years ago, causing a small smile when it appeared. However, settling on the sofa, she asked about my water pipe, something I believed she had not actually known about compared to the pipe, even if used more than occasionally in the over 20 years we were married.
Telling her that I needed to get it, she replied no problem, she did not have a schedule. Leading to my considering what was around I did not want her to know about, deciding things were sufficiently private. She would undoubtedly snoop in her normal way, poking into whatever attracted her attention. The chat session did not count as secret, her knowing about my profile and how pictures of her were posted. As a matter of fact, my now not so recent profile picture had been taken by her at a local nude lake, and the pictures (normally) passed her inspection.
Since my actual profile was not open, just the chat room, worries about her complaining about posting pictures she found unflattering were thoroughly minimal. I had taken nude pictures of her even before we married, and did not mind them being posted. As long as her face was not seen, with a single, not public, exception. Digital files can always be copied, so a certain amount of trust is required. The exchange started with both of us admiring the other's unshaved wife. When asking for pictures with her face too, he started including pictures of his wife with an unblurred face making her truly sexy. Showing them to my wife, I received permission to do the same.
The other condition for posting was that she found the pictures flattering. We disagreed quite a bit on that point, though agreeing on pictures was not difficult as I generally took many shots in any session. Something she did not necessarily like, as she hated the flash going off when playing. But after divorcing, a number of pictures had been posted that she originally did not approve of. Considering that the privacy standards were always maintained, it seemed a minor sin at most.
Bringing the water pipe back after taking it from its box and ziploc bag, she was at the screen. Turning her head, not any more embarrassed at getting caught than I was, she sat back down. When married, she had the right to look at anything in the house, but that privilege had disappeared in my eyes. Not in hers, this being behavior she would never change. This area of resentment was much easier to deal with, since she appeared so infrequently, plus having already considered what she would predictably do.
Putting the water pipe, lighter, and the weed tin on the carpet in front of her, taking the chance to judge her skill. Along with looking down her blouse, seeing an unpadded black bra. In the past, she would often be braless, but that had changed over the last five years, for whatever reason. She filled the bowl and took a deep hit, without my suggesting we share the hit as I took the water pipe from her. Taking time to load and inhale, finishing the hit as she breathed out, I stood and handed the pipe back.
Thanks she said, bending a bit to reload the bowl, providing another lovely view of her chest as she lit and inhaled another large hit. Instead of returning to the desk, I sat on the floor as she handed me the water pipe, accompanied by another nice display of covered smallish tits. The nipples were more erect, but in her case, that meant nothing, though as always it looked quite attractive.
The process of her exhaling as I started to light the bowl repeated itself, as did her filling it again, bending in a familiar way, as always unconcerned about what she exposed. I did not do another hit, even though it was plain that she wanted to get quite wasted. The reason also became plain, as after settling back, legs spreading, she asked if I still had my vibrator. She meant the one I had first turned her on to, a coil vibrator with various attachments, a fantastic style of sex toy introduced to me by Laura, a married woman.
Laura used to spend a long time playing with it after getting stoned. After first feeling its effects on my jeans covered cock, I too fell completely in love with it. Something that took years to share with my now ex-wife, though after her first time playing with it, she too became thoroughly devoted to the buzz. However, without ever getting high, compared to Laura's and my devotion to smoking a bowl before using the vibrator, making its effects wonderfully intense.
While she did a fourth hit, I went to get the vibrator and a towel. She was back at the screen when I returned, having clicked on a couple of cams, surprising me again. In the past, she was quite disdainful of such things, but now, breathing out, she asked whether I masturbated watching strangers. Yes I answered, my cock starting to feel delightfully heavier. Then she asked if I got high first, the sort of stoned question that made me grin, saying lots of people got high before going online to get off.
Making her grin too, saying getting stoned before using a vibrator made it feel so much better, and it had been too long since the last time, meaning my deciding to bring a towel had been the proper choice. You don't mind, do you? she asked, turning to show she had unbuttoned her shirt and jeans. Seeing my swelled cock outlined under my pants, she added obviously not, especially after getting high. Like me, she giggled, the first sign of how seductively the weed was affecting her too.
When handing back her wand vibrator years after moving out, she had first been aloof, then a bit embarrassed, before getting more than a bit aroused. I played it completely straight from beginning to end, because the reality was I did not want it, while certain she would still enjoy having it available. Apparently, with what was happening, she had gone a bit beyond my having to insist she play with herself. What role, if any, her husband played in any this was of no concern to me, though it was certainly possible she only used it in private.
Or private in the sense that she had done this for years in front of me, now having found an opportunity to use the original vibrator after getting stoned. The advantage of a coil vibrator is the attachments, as Laura demonstrated several, including her favorite, the 'twig' with its two separate branchings. Plus what she called, aptly, a cock cup. Unlike a wand, which is mainly a toy for women, a coil vibrator can provide as much pleasure for a man as a woman. The fact that the vibrator was originally her husband's gift explained why she knew how addictive that cup would be.
