Synopsis: ex wife uses happily remarried husband.
Based on true events
(FemDom, NonConsent, Loving Wifes).
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He knocked on the door of a 2 story house. Michael was there to pick his son for the weekend as he has done for the last 7 years. Usually he would hang outside the door for around 10 minutes just waiting for Logan to get out of bed, brush his teeth, have breakfast, get dressed. It seems no one in the house was in the hurry to get out. Michael patiently waited for his son to come out.
Imagine his surprise when he saw the door being opened within 20 seconds. By none other than his ex-wife. She was standing in the doorway, smirking. Her hair was auburn brown, shoulder length and damp, obviously she just got out of the shower. Michael noticed water droplets running down the side of her neck. Her youthful face did not have any make up as she was naturally pretty at 35, pale face with thin lips and pearl white teeth, not that she smiled at Michael lately. In fact for the last 5 years Michael has not seen his ex-wife. It has become a routine: Michael would show up on weekends, knock on the door, wait 10 minutes, Logan walks out and they are off. He would bring him back on Sunday arvo. There was no need, apparently, for the 2 parents to meet, talk, discuss Logan's schooling or upbringing or anything else for that matter. Mia felt nothing but contempt for her ex.
There she was, standing in a robe and fluffy slippers. Her toned body, firm but small titts - B cup, were hidden underneath her long, beige robe. Mia disdainfully looked down at Michael, which came to her naturally, glanced around the neighbours' houses, she would hate even being seen with him. Mia was a Bitch with a capital B.
There was no "hello", no pleasantries, she simply said: "Inside".
Michael hesitantly walked up 3 steps and entered a house, inside of which he only saw through an open main door while standing on the front lawn. He followed Mia through the spacious hallway. His eyes were glued to her shapely, petite ass hidden beneath the robe swaying from side to side and her perfect, white, smooth calves. He could smell the faint scent of her shampoo and aftershower-freshness.
"Logan is not here" Mia said as she picked up her cup of coffee and took a sip while staring at her ex.
"Whe..." before Michael could finish his question Mia interrupted:
"Sleepover at friends" she picked up a wrench from her kitchen counter and handed it to Michael, "I have a leak under the sink" and pointed to an open cupboard under the sink where a small paddle had formed.
There was no "please", "can you help", "can you fix this...", nothing. Mia's "request" to fix the leaky pipe was so forward. Michael felt compelled to do it as this was no big deal for him and he wanted to get into his ex-wife's good books, however, in his mind a barrage of questions were screaming at him: "What is going on? What the fck am I doing inside her house? What the fuck? Why is she all of a sudden talking to me? Why is she asking me to help her? The Bitch! This is the best she can do to start a conversation? What a cunt! It's been over 5 years?"
Michael has not talked on the phone, in person, exchanged emails nor SMSes with Mia for at least 5 years. He got over the divorce, came to terms with child support payments and picking up Logan as Mia dictated, regardless of arrangements made in court. On many occasions Michael would stand outside Mia's house waiting for Logan to come out, however, there was no one home. No answer at the door, no phone call nor message prior letting him know of Mia and Logan's absence. Mia was a Bitch who did as she pleased.
Initially this was hard to deal with, but over time it became the norm. Not good, not bad, just is. Michael was happily divorced and happily remarried. Few months after the divorce he met a stunning, strawberry blonde and they hit it off immediately. Five years down the track - house in the suburbs, 2 kids, gorgeous wife and a happy life. So why was he lying in his ex-wife's kitchen, on the floor, in a paddle under the sink, tightening a leaky pipe?
Mia stood over him, seductively lifted her right foot out of the slipper and gently rubbed Michael's groin. "That was unexpected" he thought.
"Does your little boy miss me?" she asked while gently massaging his dick.
Michael's eyes darted at Mia's foot. Slowly tracing her delicate leg up, hoping to see what's under that robe, while getting uncontrollably aroused.
"Mia, what the hell are you doing?" he tried to get up but pressure on his dick increased and Mia pinned him down to the floor where he remained lying, looking up at her, confused and aroused.
"Is your little dicky getting hard for me?" she asked with an evil yet sexy smile on her face, continuing massaging his cock with her foot.
The words shot through Michael like a bolt of lightning. It took him back to the time when they were married and Mia used to tease him about the inches downstairs he lacked. Michael in return teased Mia about her small tits - 2 small mosquito bites, two pimples. Secretly Mia loved to be put down and taken by a "real man" but she would never admit to it.
Michael was a 37 year old, dressed in a simple white t-shirt, that accentuated his muscled biceps, and toned stomach, head full of spiky hair, pleasant face with kind eyes and usually a warm smile. His blue jeans were getting tighter, Mia was turning him on and Michael was hard.
"Your little cocky IS getting hard for me" she cooed, continuing rubbing it with her foot. "You miss my warm, little pussy?" she flashed her bush, laughed and walked away.
"What the f...?" Michael thought as he got up from under the sink. Mia was sitting by the kitchen table on a chair. Her robe was hanging loosely on her shoulders, showing a lot of cleavage, if she had any tits. She was playfully slightly opening and closing her legs. The bottom part of the robe was draped around her legs. Michael could clearly see her neatly trimmed triangle and her moist pussy lips.
"Show me your little cock" she said.
"I know you want to" she smirked at him.
Michael stood still like a statue, fixated on Mia. His heart started beating a million miles per second. He knew he had to get out of there but he couldn't move.
The robe did very little to conceal Mia's body. Her titties were still covered but her flat stomach, and her pussy were on display. She beckoned him with her index finger. Michael slowly moved towards Mia like he was in a trans - hypnotised. Mia swiftly undid Michael's belt buckle and pulled down his zip. While staring into Michael's eyes and holding his gaze, "let's see your little dicky" she said as she pulled down his jeans together with his boxers. Michael's hard cock was inches from Mia's face.
"Just as small as I remember it" she giggled and gently stroked it.
"Small but so hard" she was staring into Michael's eyes while stroking his 6 inch hard-on.
Mia was relentlessly making fun of his cock:
"Did your cock get smaller? It seems smaller than I remember it."
"I bet your cow of a wife also doesn't want this pathetic thing in her?"
Michael's cock jerked when Mia mentioned his wife.
