My ex-wife and I separated and divorced a little more than two years ago. Although the initial break-up was a little rocky we have managed to rebuild our friendship and establish an amicable parenting relationship.
Our kids are four and nine and we both remain very active and involved in their lives. Ironically, my ex and I see each other more now than when we were married. We always had great sex, but not necessarily a great sex life if that makes any sense. Despite everything that has happened with the break-up and divorce, I still remain very attracted to her.
It wasn't until this past summer that she met me and the kids at the beach on one of my weekends. I could see her approaching from a few hundred yards up the beach -- her short blonde hair blowing across her face from the cool ocean breeze. She was wearing a white tank top and short denim skirt over the top of her bikini.
Once she arrived and greeted the kids, she settled in next to us and laid out her towel and chair. Next she slowly slipped out of her clothes to reveal a sexy green and white floral bikini. It had been a while since I had seen her that scantily-clad and I could see that her time at the gym was paying off. She was always a petite girl, but you could see the firmness in her calves and thighs and shapely tone of her ass. Her nice firm breasts were loosely cupped under her bikini top and I could see her hard nipples trying to push through.
I did my best not to stare, but found myself sneaking peaks throughout the day. I was so turned on that I was trying to recall the last time we had sex and tried to visualize her beautiful pussy. She was a natural blonde, but her pubic area was mostly light brown with a blonde strip that ran down the center of her bush -- I always referred to her womanhood as GB for Golden Bush. She had always kept herself nice and trim and I was dying to get a look at her naked one more time.
She was in the surf playing with my daughter and they both came up to the chairs to dry off. As she approached I could see the lips of her vagina pressed up against the fabric of her bikini. I knew instantly that she had to be completely shaven as I recognized the faint outline of her labia. I think she caught me looking, but she didn't let on or try to hide herself.
We spent the rest of the day chatting and playing with the kids, but left before dinner as we each had separate plans. That night after I put the kids to sleep, I laid in bed and slowly stroked myself to orgasm thinking about her in and out of her bikini.
Over the next several months my fantasies for her increased in frequency and became more intense. Once school started we got back into our normal routine of picking up and dropping off the kids. I usually take the kids to school directly from my house, but on Tuesday mornings I pick up my kids from Michelle's house to take them. It is literally the highlight of my week. Not only do I get to see my kids, but I also get to interact with my Michelle. Each morning she answers the door in her pajamas. Recently she has been wearing low cut tops that allow me to see her firm breasts as she bends over to pick up the dog or kiss my daughter goodbye.
This past Tuesday I went to pick up my kids and she answered the door and bent down to stop her dog from running out of her house. As she squatted down and looked up to greet me I could see straight down her blouse and caught a glimpse of her pretty rose colored nipples. It took every bit of my self control not to reach down and cup her warm breast in my hand.
I smiled and asked if the kids were ready to go as I walked in and closed the door behind me. She said my son was still eating breakfast and that it would be a few minutes. We chatted for a bit and I could see her nipples poking against the soft black top she was wearing. I could feel myself getting hard as I tried to concentrate on other things.
I was helping my son gather his things into his backpack and grabbed his breakfast dishes and started to walk them over to the sink. As I turned around Michelle brushed up against my crotch with her thigh as she walked past me. It felt so good to have her touch me. I am sure the contact was just incidental, but I thought I caught a look from her as she passed that reminded me of that sexy bedroom smirk I hadn't seen in years.
We gathered the kids school belongings and headed toward the door. As she leaned down to kiss my daughter goodbye I again saw her firm, prefect breasts hanging softly. She smiled as she said goodbye and I thought I caught another sexy bedroom smirk as I turned toward my car.
My kids' school was just a few blocks away, but before we arrived to drop them off I received a text message from Michelle. It said, "Any chance u can stop back here B4 u head to work?" I responded, "Sure, is everything ok?" "Yes, just need your help w/ something", she replied. Although we were divorced I would help her out around the house when needed so it wasn't out of the ordinary for her to ask for my assistance. But, why wouldn't she have asked while I was at the house? I tried not to let my curiosity get the better of me, but I could feel my pulse quickening and the bulge in my pants getting bigger as I raced back to her place.
As I approached her door I could see that is was slightly ajar, but not open. I knocked lightly and said, "Hello." "I'm back here. Close the door behind you so the dog doesn't get out." I entered the house shutting the door behind me. It was then that I noticed her dog on the back patio. The dog gave me little notice as I walked passed the back door toward the bedrooms. The hallway was dark, but I could see light coming from Michelle's room as the door was slightly open.
