Author's note: yes, I'll be straying from pure CFNM from time to time, including this chapter. I won't make any apologies; I'm playing out my fantasies. Future chapters will include CFNM.
The six weeks in between each sexual encounter at the salon can feel like an eternity. Fortunately, I had a night to help take the edge off.
My ex-wife popped into the picture for 12 hours.
As I said earlier, my ex- and I have hooked up on a few occasions since our divorce, now almost seven years ago. We see each other for dinner roughly every six months or so, just to catch up. Everything is still amicable between us; her career as an attorney is still the driving force in her life.
On this particular occasion, she came over to our house. Actually, my house. She didn't want it anymore, preferring a condo closer to her office. She'd been very busy at work and it had been more than eight months since I'd seen her.
I invited her to sit in our back yard. It's pretty secluded from the neighbors and features a brick patio with a fire pit. I lit a fire, then brought out a bottle of scotch, a couple of glasses and a blanket to make sure we stayed warm on a crisp fall evening.
The scotch was going down smoothly and the conversation was casual and free. She made it a point not to bring up work, knowing it was a sore spot. I appreciated that.
I could see her shivering just a little, so to keep the conversation going a little longer, I moved my chair next to hers and draped the blanket across our legs. She already had a hoodie on with her hood up. Her brown hair, however, cascaded out of the side and on to her right shoulder, which was just on my left. A very sexy sight. We were just sipping scotch, enjoying the calm, cool night and the idle chit-chat between us.
"This is nice out here," my wife said, "I forgot how serene this."
As it normally does, my mind turns to sex. "The only thing better would be if we were naked," I replied, first looking straight ahead, and then giving her a side eye to gauge her reaction.
"Geez, Greg, you never stop, do you!" she said. But not with anger; she was smiling.
It was rare for her to initiate sex when we were married. And it was always when we were in bed. So her next move took me completely off guard.
I said nothing as she reached under the blanket with her right hand and started massaging my cock through my jeans. I let out a soft moan to let her know I approved. As my erection started to grow, it started to get a little uncomfortable considering the restraint my boxers were having on me.
"Hold on," I told her. I partially stood; just high enough so that I could straighten out my erection in my jeans so that it would have room to grow. "That's better," I said, then sat back down again so she could resume the massage.
My wife could now easily feel my hardness. She tried with one hand unsuccessfully to get my belt undone, but it wasn't going to happen one handed.
"Let me help you with that," I said as I looked at her. I leaned back in my chair and undid my belt, button and zipper, then lifted my ass off the chair just enough so that my jeans and boxers were now bunched up just above my knees. I sat back down and my ex-, ever the proper lady, smoothed out the blanket so that again it was covering everything up. Then she reached back under the blanket and began stroking me again. I tried to reciprocate, but between the armrests and our positioning, it wasn't going to happen for both of us. My wife didn't seem to mind as she continued to pump my cock; very gently at first, then slowly building up momentum as the orgasm built up inside me.
The warmth in me started to glow as the orgasm neared. I dared not say a word yet; my ex- was never a talker in the bedroom and I didn't want to spoil what was going on now.
"Oh shit... here it comes!" I finally said through clenched teeth as my wife continued to stroke me. My wife pumped me through several ejaculations under the blanket, slowly coming to a stop when she sensed my body had stopped convulsing through the orgasm.
After I caught my breath, I told her, "Thank you! That was kinda fun for me. Hope you liked doing that."
"It's OK. Except now, you have to clean all this up." My wife wiped her hand off on the blanket an got up out of her chair.
"OK, OK," I feigned disgust. "I have to do everything around here. I'll take care of it. As usual."
