My ex wife Beth lay before me on my 50" high definition television, naked. I had just witnessed her most private and intimate time alone, massaging and oiling her pregnant belly and breasts. All because of a Skype call from my son that remained connected after he left to school. The internet was a wonderful thing.
Beth had suffered extreme itching when she was pregnant with our son. Her stretch marks eventually faded, but apparently, Beth was going to make sure that she didn't relive the painful ordeal with the baby she was expecting with her new husband. From what I witnessed, her skin was blemish free and as soft as her bottom. I had to commend her.
Her eyes stayed closed on the bed as she let the oil soak in. To me, it looked like she had just masturbated her breasts. It was more than I could handle, causing my own masturbations to come to an explosive end. My penis lay spent on my stomach, semen coating my own belly. It was time to clean up.
I leaned over and grabbed my t-shirt. It would have to do. The session with Beth was unexpected, and the usual towel was not around. I dried myself off, staring at the massive diamond shape bush that Beth was presenting to me. Her vagina was on display, loose and hormonal. Large breasts swelled above her pregnant belly, each decorated with dark anal nipples.
And to think, just a half hour earlier, Beth was chastising me at Tom's school. Lecturing me on how it was my responsibility to make sure he had everything he needed, even though it was his weekend with his mom. What was her responsibility? As I stared at her naked, in her locked bedroom, I figured out where I went wrong.
Beth's responsibility was simply to look good. That was it. And, frankly, that was all she was good at. She never had a job despite being almost 40. Sure, she spent a year helping a realtor friend. But, only because Beth had a friend with an expensive house that was trying to sell it. After Beth got her cut, the job was over.
I suppose if Beth had let me enjoy her beauty when we were married, then perhaps I would have tolerated the other aspects of her attitude. The condescending tone. The complaints. The spending of money while earning none. But, when it came to time in the bed, Beth was a lights off, on her back girl. The initial excitement and eagerness I experienced from her while dating quickly disappeared when we got married and had Tom.
And so, here I was, divorced from her and listening to the same bitchy person over the years with none of the benefits. When you have a child with someone, divorce doesn't end the relationship. It doesn't fix the relationship. It merely limits the time you spend together. But, when you are together, it generally is the same crappy back and forth that led to the divorce.
Still, in my post orgasmic bliss, I decided that I wouldn't have changed anything. The DVR is a wonderful thing, and I now had a visual from Beth that I would be reliving for the rest of my life. It was a pornographic show that could possibly land me in jail, but in my mind, I did nothing wrong. Perhaps recording it, but who was going to find out?
My eyes returned to her bush. I couldn't remember if it was that heavy when we were married. I certainly didn't remember it growing up towards her stomach, ending at a distinct point. It created an upside down triangle on triangle appearance. Like a diamond. A black, curly haired diamond. Matted from the oil she just recently applied.
Beth's body jerked. My eyes locked on the a brief movement to the right of her belly button. Beth opened her eyes and stared at her stomach, hands still on the bed.
"Are you moving again? Did my rubbing bother you honey?"
There it was again. A more distinct bulge against the pale skin, easy to detect with the light shining from the oil. Beth and I watched as her belly slowly distorted.
"Oooh....I felt that...is that your foot?"
Beth was using a mild version of baby talk, leaning on an elbow, breasts hanging to her left. Beth moved her right hand over her stomach, caressing herself. Returning the loving gesture from the uterus inside of her.
"Do you feel mommy?"
Beth poked her stomach, trying to spur more movement. Nothing came. Her baby had apparently made the adjustment required and was now in a comfortable position. The small side show was over.
I returned to the main feature. Beth, naked and unaware. Now showing in an ex-husbands bedroom. The incredible taboo, the invasive and private nature of Beth on her bed was more than I ever expected possible.
I had visualized Beth in so many degrading positions over the years, even while married. Hell, I visualized her mom in so many degrading positions over the years. Beth and her mom together. All three of us together. It's hard when beauty does not fall far from the tree.
I spoke to no one.
"Beth, you look so beautiful naked."
And no one answered.
My mind began to shake the orgasmic web that was holding it. I sat up, realizing that my little show was over. Letting my boxers drop to the floor, I stood in front of my tv, getting closer to Beth. Wanting the moment to last forever.
It was almost sad to see Beth grab the bottle of oil. Knowing that once she put it back in the basket, that our little time together would be coming to and end. I leaned forward and kissed her bottom, wishing it a friendly good bye. Closing my eyes. Imagining the taste and smell.
Leaning back, I opened my eyes. My heart raced. The show was going to continue. Beth had the bottle of oil and was turning onto her side. Beth's ass was bulging into view, presenting the round white glory of what she referred to as "the bunnies." Beth twisted her chest towards her side, bottle in hand, and began to squeeze liberal amounts on the side of her exposed ass.
I stared with wide eyes as Beth presented both of my favorite features. Her heavy nipples, bobbing up and down as she rubbed oil, and her swollen bottom. As she bent her knees slightly, Beth caused her vagina to mushroom out between her legs. Thousands of little black erections poked out from her creamy white thighs, like the quills of a porcupine trying to protect it from predators.
Beth had started on the sides and top of her right butt cheek. She pushed the oil onto the back of her hamstrings, getting the areas of her legs that she couldn't from the front. Silly me to think that Beth would only massage half of her body. Her ass and legs were just as susceptible to stretch marks as her stomach.
Grabbing the oil, Beth gave one more squirt to the side of her butt and put the bottle on the bed. This time, she pushed her fingers into her back dimple, towards her spine, and down the center of her bottom. Gripping the lower part of her cheek, Beth pulled open her ass, kneading the tender, inner flesh.
The result was, Beth's dark asshole was exposed brilliantly. The pulling open of her ass made what she called her "poop hole" open wide, like it was screaming at the unwanted exposure. A dark ring of anal hair surrounded it, the source of many embarrassing moments early in our relationship. They were the frequent carriers of poop, and Beth abhorred any touching by me in that area because of it.
"Look at your bunny hole Beth..."
As if on cue, Beth circled a finger over her butt hole just like she would in the privacy of a shower. As much as I wanted to watch her slip it into her ass, Beth was merely checking the surrounding areas. Inspecting the troops, so to speak. Her finger moved into the hair surrounding her asshole, pinching it with her thumb and finger. Feeling for stray matter. She found none and slipped out.
Beth may have found nothing, but I found plenty. Despite having orgasmed not 10 minutes ago, I was finding my erection starting to grow again. I moved back to the bed, gently stroking myself as Beth finished massaging her right upper leg. Satisfied she was done, Beth rolled onto her back and over to the other side.
The process repeated itself. Beth reached towards her back, tits wobbling in their free state. Legs bent, vagina bulging, hair springing, and ass showing, Beth squirted the top of her exposed hip with oil. Fingers rubbed into her upper thigh, down the back of her hamstring, and up towards her ass. Her red fingernails pushed into the soft center of her butt, circling it, spreading out the oil.
I scooched back onto my bed, wanting to return to the best possible position to enjoy the show. My hand fumbled across my phone and a devious thought popped into my mind. It seemed filled with them this morning.
I watched the screen as Beth squirted a final dose of oil to her ass. As she opened her butt, pulling on the lower portion of her flesh, I hit the call button. Beth's finger began rubbing her asshole again, repeating the cleaning motion, when her phone rang.
"Ugh..."
