Author's note: Apologies for the long delay between chapters. Life got in the way for a little while.
Also, a little bit about my writing "style." I usually write a couple chapters in advance before publishing. I had written one chapter and part of a second when I realized my story line was beginning to "jump the shark." Realism has always been an important part in this. I had always made "Greg" an incredibly lucky guy at the salon, but I was now writing next to impossible scenarios. I didn't like it.
This next chapter has very little to do with the salon, but it's all part of the story arc to bring this to a conclusion in another couple of chapters. I hope it's worth the wait.
Comments and criticisms are always welcome.
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I hooked up with my -ex again. Actually, it seemed a little more like she hooked up with me.
I had just finished dinner alone one Friday evening and was about to veg out in front of the TV for a few hours. A knock on the front door changed all those plans.
"Hello!" I said, my voice displaying the surprise I felt inside. Normally, there's at least a couple texts if not a phone call leading up any sort of meeting between the two of us.
"Hi Greg! Mind if I come in?" she asked. There was slight hesitation in her voice; the kind she gets when she's had a couple drinks. And to my surprise, she held a bottle of champagne. She had an overcoat that was bound tightly around her waist and a pair of black high heels. She looked as lovely as ever.
"Of course! Come on in," I said as she started to walk past me. "Are we celebrating something?"
"I was celebrating a big settlement my firm just received," she said as she placed the bottle on a nearby side table, "I wanted to get out of there before I had done too much celebrating." A huge smile broke out on her face. The smile I had once fallen in love with.
"Let me take your coat for you," I said, extending an arm out. She loosened the belt of her coat and allowed it to slip off her shoulders. She wore a white, silk blouse and a navy blue skirt that fell a couple inches above her knees. I had seen this outfit before; normally there's a blue blazer that accompanied the skirt. I did not mind its absence.
My -ex walked into the kitchen and gave me a few details on the events of the day. She glossed over most of the information about the settlement knowing it usually held little interest in me. As I opened the champagne, she told me about the bonuses received and the celebration at the firm that afternoon. A celebration that included champagne.
"If I had stayed any longer, I wouldn't have been able to drive away," she said, though I wasn't sure in the she should have been behind the wheel to begin with. "But I wanted to keep celebrating, so I snagged a bottle and came here. I really hope you don't mind."
"Not at all," I said as I finished pouring a couple glasses of champagne. I offered her a glass. "Cheers! And congratulations."
We clinked glasses and sipped. My over-analytical mind began to start processing this chain of events. Why celebrate with me? What's going on here? I tried to block all that out and just enjoy the moment.
"Let's have a seat in the living room and make ourselves comfortable," I said.
I grabbed the bottle of champagne and followed my -ex out of the kitchen. In the living room, she positioned herself in front of the couch, slipped her heels off and took a seat next to the arm rest with her feet curled up next to her. In front of the couch was a fireplace with a TV above the mantle. I turned off the TV, which had been tuned in to a basketball game and offered to build a fire. She took me up on the offer and watched as I got it going quickly with a little newspaper, some kindling and a couple logs. I glanced back a couple times at my -ex; with her legs curled up she was showing considerably more thigh. It looked as though she had thigh-high stockings on, but it was tough to tell in the dim lighting; it could have been just the hem of her skirt. Either way, it was incredibly distracting. So was the bulge that was beginning to grow in my pants.
By the time I finished making the fire my -ex was ready for a refill. She gladly accepted. I took a seat in a reclining chair next to her. But instead of leaning back, I sat near the edge of the seat so I could better look her over. Something was different about this visit. As I've said before, we've seen each other in the past and had even hooked up a few times. But this just felt... different.
After some small talk about our kids and my job, we found ourselves with an empty bottle of champagne.
"Care for some wine?" I asked as I got up from my seat.
"Actually, what I could really use is a foot rub," my -ex told me with a sly grin on her face. I had given her lots of foot rubs in the past. It was the one thing I could count on for her to forget her job for a while.
I walked to the other end of the couch. I grabbed two throw pillows; one I handed to her to rest hear head on, the other I used to prop her feet up on my thigh. My cock began to stir a little more.
As I was sitting down, my wife scooted down on the couch to recline a little more. However, her skirt did not scoot down with her. Instead, more thigh was exposed and it was now clear she was wearing thigh highs. "I'm a sucker for thigh highs and she knows it," I thought to myself.
My -ex grabbed the remote and turned the TV back on while I began rubbing and caressing her feet. I don't think she noticed, but at one point I rocked to one side to straighten out the erection I had grown.
My -ex settled on a Lifetime movie. I wasn't really paying attention to the whole story line, but it was certainly about two good looking people who were flirting a lot. And you knew eventually they were going to hook up, because it's a Lifetime movie and that's what they do.
Part of my foot rubs involve rubbing her calves. She was now getting a lot of extra attention there. I was constantly sneaking peeks at her fantastic legs; if she noticed, she wasn't saying anything. But they looked great and I was now hard as a rock. I decided to press my luck.
I first massaged one calf and then the next, but instead of working my way back to her feet, I slowly continued up her luscious legs. I glanced to gauge her reaction, but got none,so I moved my fingers a little above the knee and continued kneading. My -ex elicited a soft moan, which further emboldened me. I moved my fingers a little further up. I got another soft moan out of her and a slight parting of her legs. I leaned a little and moved my hands a little further up her thighs. I got another moan and then a reaction I was not expecting.
My -ex quickly sat up. She then rose up and stood directly in front of me. Our eyes locked on one another. Not a word was spoken as she quickly slid her skirt up almost to her panties and climbed back onto the couch to straddled me. In seconds our lips met and a moment later we were like two teenagers in heat. We had trouble keeping our lips locked as our hands explored each other's bodies. I had never experienced passion like this... and certainly not from my -ex.
My -ex broke off her kiss so that I could fumble with the buttons on her blouse. I worked the bottom buttons as she quickly undid the top ones and then wrestled out of the garment all together. Before she could kiss me again, I slid the straps of a beautiful, lacy white bra off her shoulders. She smoothly slipped her left arm out of it's strap and then the right. Not bothering to unhook it, I yanked it the rest of the way down to expose her breasts. Her darkened nipples had never looked harder and sure enough, they never felt harder as I put one in my mouth and then the other. My -ex had her fingers in my hair, roughly pressing my head into her chest. I was nearly suffocating and enjoying every minute of it!
My -ex let go of my head. I took this as a cue to kiss her once more. I was wrong.
Instead, she got off and stood in front of me. I watched her tremble as she reached under her skirt and slipped her panties off waist and down her legs. As she stepped out of them, I began fumbling for my belt. My -ex was looking at me in what looked like wild anticipation as I finally got my pants undone and pushed down to my ankles.
I started to get up to remove them completely, but my -ex apparently couldn't wait any longer. She noticed my hardness right away and immediately went to re-assume her position straddling me. She placed her right knee on the couch, then reached down to grab my hard-on. As she swung her left leg over, she perfectly aimed my throbbing member into her waiting pussy. And it was ready! I slipped inside her with ease, getting buried to the hilt a second later.
My -ex slowly began bouncing up and down on my cock. The gently squishing noises were soon replaced by the slapping sounds of my -ex's ass on my thighs. I placed my hands on her hips and she picked up the pace. Then I watched as she ran her right hand down to further stimulate her clit. Her fingers furiously worked her sex as she bounced. All this stimulation was bringing me to the brink.
Then, something happened that had never happened in all the times I'd had sex with her. I could sense her motions were changing; the rhythm she was in before had become more erratic. I looked up at her to see her looking down at me. In a very, deep, sexy almost guttural voice she began to cry out, "Oh my God!" Her breathing was becoming more labored. Her eyes rolled back in her head for a moment as she attempted to say the work "fuck" over and over; her heavy breathing and moaning preventing her from fully pronouncing the word.
I did everything I could to soak in this moment so I could re-live it over and over forever. The sights, tastes and smells were almost too much to take. And so was pleasure my wife was giving to my cock as her sopping pussy kept pounding me. Her breasts had my attention, then down to the sight of my cock getting lost inside her. Fortunately, the erratic nature of her own impending orgasm helped put off mine for a little while longer. And I was more than happy to wait it out for as long as possible.
Suddenly, out of no where, my -ex's left hand quickly tapped under my chin. I looked up at her to see her looking me straight in the eyes. A moment later I knew why she had done that.
With a half pain/half smiling face, she made her announcement, "Oh my God! I'm going to cum! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" The last time was drawn out and was followed up my squeals of sheer delight.
