My EX & I. - Sex Stories

My EX & I.

Back in late 80’s, my ex wife had lost her drive. We were down to sex three times a month when things were good. Nothing I could do would get her drive back. That is, until she took a job working from 4pm 10pm. Things were normal for the first few weeks, she’d come home right after work and go to sl**p. Then one night she called and asked if she could go out for drinks with her coworkers at one of the local bars. I had no problem and said it was OK. This happened about four more times over the next two weeks. One night she came home and crawled in bed while I was asl**p. Instead of her usual routine of going right to sl**p, she reached in my shorts and started stroking me; something she always did to initiate sex; something that hadn’t happened in a long while. I responded immediately and we had great sex for more than an hour. I didn’t suspect anything the time. I was just glad to be getting laid again. The next morning I asked her what brought about her aggressiveness the night before. She surprised me when she said, “Well, you know how you always said you wanted me to be with another man so you could take me afterwards?” I responded immediately albeit cautiously by telling her I was very well aware of it. She said, “Well, I had a guy hit on me last night at the bar, and for the first time I thought I might do it. Of course I immediately asked for all the details. She said he bought her a drink and they talked for a while. He hit on her a few times but she was still ...

... reluctant to give in to this ‘crazy’ idea of mine. They talked for a while and she got his phone number. Before she had to leave, she asked to get a feel for the situation and reached under the table, placing her hands in his pants. She said he was rock hard and bigger than me. She said he almost sighed when she removed her hand and said good bye for the night. “How big was he” I asked? She reached in my shorts, encircling my erection with her thumb and forefinger. Then she relaxed her grip, opening her grasp until her fingers were at his approximate circumference. “About that big,” she said. There was a considerable difference between me and her fingers. “Really? I asked. “Really,” she said. I decided to be late for work. I took her upstairs into the bedroom and entered her. She was soaked and willing. We were going at it with a furor and I was asking her if she wanted him. She wouldn’t answer but she was coming like never before. Slowly she began to soften and finally I half asked/half demanded, “Say you will…say you will…say you will.” Finally she said, “Alright, I’ll F*** him if you want. With that I lost all control. We were lying next to each other, still panting after the extremely vigorous session when she turned to me and asked if I really meant it? I told her to grab me between the legs and hold me in her hand. Then I told her to start telling me how she was going to let the other man have sex with her, careful to tell her to describe what she wanted done. She began to ...