Watching Ex-Wife Get Wild

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This is a work of fiction.

Any resemblance to actual locations or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All characters are 18 or older.

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She enjoyed our divorce much more than I did. For me it was tumultuous. For her it was freedom. At 25 she had a revelation. She hadn't slept around enough. That's a crude way of putting it. We had been together two years, married four and she had sex with two other guys before me. Then we discovered swinging. We did it several times over three years. A few women were in the mix as well. Her desire for adventurous sex grew. Swapping and a couple "dates" wet her appetite for more. Watching her being sexually satisfied: orgasmic bliss, was a total turn on. I readily agreed to continue our adventures if we could equally have fun and return to each other.

Didn't quite work out that way. After I found she had been fucking one of the guys in our wedding party for a couple years, it fell apart. I forgave her. I proposed all sorts of options to satisfy her sexual urges. Taking lovers, fucking strangers, watching in the corner, threesomes, whatever it took to keep her with me.

No, not enough. She wanted to be FREE. Live on her own. Feel free to say YES to a bar pick up. Join a singles group, be romanced or go on six dates a month with six different guys. She moved into a small one bedroom in a garden apartment. I helped her move. Nearly every week I needed to bring over paper work for the divorce or more boxes. Once it was all settled, we remained friendly and we had cordial visits. Occasionally she would offer me a beer or two. Or she would tell me to make mixed drinks. Of course, each time, stupid as I was, I thought it might lead to rekindled passion and her return.

I always called to let her know I was on the way over. I truly tried to respect her privacy and new found quest to "sow her wild oats." Each time I was at her place, I swear, she wore something revealing or super sexy just to tease me. It was unmerciful. One time I helped her unpack kitchen stuff. She was wearing a sleeveless old sweat shirt. The arm holes had been enlarged, a V cut in the neck and the bottom eight inches cut off. Each time she reached up to put something on a shelf, the lower half of her beautiful C breasts were on display. Each time she bent over a box the V opened with an excellent view from above. And the oversize arm holes offered a provocative side view. No matter which way she turned, there was a heart stopping, erection building view.

Returning home each time would always result in a mad masturbation session wishing there was some way to bring her back. I even told her to go on and fuck her brains out with fifty guys, or women. Work in an orgy and a couple gangbangs as well; and I would wait for her. God what an ass I was. I was young, naive and focused on the wrong things. Hell, it was five decades ago. Not sure I'm much smarter now.

Sometimes I would make the mistake of asking if she was seeing anyone special. There was never a simple yes or no answer. Instead, she strung out a story detailing the last three guys she had fucked that week. She was an expert at erotic narrative. Probably borne out of years of reading Penthouse Letters in college.

One evening I was trying to extend my visit. We had been talking for over an hour. She knew what her stories did to me, and was in the middle of describing a particularly sloppy blow job. I got up and made myself another drink and another for her. The erection made walking awkward.

As usual, she was, to my eye, provocatively dressed. She wore very short running shorts with a notch up the seam exposing more leg as she sat on the sofa. On top was a bright yellow untucked man-tailored shirt made of light weight nylon. It had no pockets so the fabric clung nicely to the curves of her breasts -- braless of course -- and showed her nipples off. The top three buttons were open so every move allowed a quick view of the curved flesh of the breast that I so much wanted to enjoy again. At one point she tucked a leg under her and the shorts rode up into her pubic mound. The fabric bunched on one side revealing one side of her gorgeous mons veneris. I was ready to say fuck it, pull my dick out and just jerk off right in front of her.

Mid-sentence her story was interrupted by the doorbell. She bolted for the door, looked out the peep hole, looked at me, covered her mouth then rushed over and pulled me out of my chair.

She quickly told me in hushed words, "Get out, go out the back, It's Harold. I wasn't expecting him but you can't be here. Go out the patio. Go!"

She pushed me out, slid the glass door over with a bang then pulled the curtain over. Only it didn't quite cover the glass. About three inches were open to see into the apartment. I wasn't about to just turn and leave. I wondered what she expected me to do if this was a second-floor apartment. I peered in quickly. I could see the kitchen beyond the breakfast counter and all of the living room. She put my glass in the sink and headed for the door.

Now, my ex is all of five feet four if she stood up straight. The man who entered her apartment was at least six two. She stood on tip toe to greet him with a kiss. He lifted her up and pressed her against the wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her legs barely hung on to his hips. This was a BIG man. Like linebacker for the Cowboys big.

He held the back of her head with one hand and gripped her breast with the other. They talked as he carried her to the sofa. I could hear words but couldn't make out what they were saying. He sounded like a baritone. A voice like Barry White or Lou Rawls.

Harold reached down and switched off the lamp on the far end table. They both went to the kitchen where she flipped off the kitchen light leaving only a stove light and a small lamp on my end of the sofa. In the dim light they mixed a couple drinks. I made a quick assessment of my situation. There was a hedge off the patio so I wouldn't be back lit or cast a shadow. Likewise, no one could see me peering in the window. No patio light either. I was just wearing jeans and a dark blue work shirt so I should be more or less invisible. I had a view down the length of the sofa. From previous visits, I knew the glass in the sliding door would look like a mirror at night from the inside. Now if she would just leave the curtain alone this might be interesting. Provided they didn't go to the bedroom.

In between mixing the drinks there was a fair amount of kissing and roaming hands. She looked deeply at him as her hand stroked his member through his trousers. They crossed to the sofa with amber drinks in Scotch glasses. He was wearing a really nice light blue linen, end-on weave dress shirt with the sleeves rolled. It stretched across his muscular back as he moved. The top two buttons were already open when he arrived. He had to be ten or fifteen years older than her. The man was in excellent shape. No paunch, no love handles. Where did she find this guy, I wondered.

My ex settled into the corner of the sofa nearest me and Harold sat in the middle, turned half-way to her. The man was huge. Broad shoulders, muscular chest and biceps that stretched the upper shirt sleeve. If she was fucking him, I didn't know how she could handle his weight. Then I started thinking about this guy fucking her. I broke away from looking at my sexy ex to assess his dimensions and look at his feet. He had already kicked off his shoes.

Make yourself comfortable why don't you, I thought. At six two, he must take a size 12 shoe?

They cozied up on the sofa sipping their drinks. He played with the hair down her back. She stroked his chest with her hand. There was some kissing. Heavy soul kissing; wet, deep tongue kissing. He put his drink on the coffee table and his huge hand enveloped her left breast. She willingly accommodated the advance, put her drink down and started unbuttoning her blouse. She threw her head to the side which tossed her hair over her shoulder. A skillful, provocative move she had used on me and God knows how many others, hundreds of times.

Each button was an event. Harold leaned back, reached for his drink and sipped it, intently watching her show. And she was VERY good at these impromptu strip shows. Sadly, cell phones were thirty years off.

Several years of progressively uninhibited exhibitionist displays at college parties had resulted in a series of erotic moves that brought cheers and applauses. Especially her famous pussy eating challenge on a coffee table. Next day, no matter how inebriated the night before, she remembered everything and it became the source of stories to friends in the future. Most of them shocked the she was proud of this behavior. Subject for another time.

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For her final move she stood in front of Harold, tucked her thumbs in the waist band of her shorts and slowly rocked her hips back and forth pulling them down. Once clear of her finely sculpted ass they dropped to the floor. Harold wasted no time in seizing her body. One hand, fingers extended, drove straight into her expanding pussy, disappearing deep inside her. She let out a loud moan. "Ahaaa, yes." Then threw her arms around him. The kisses were deep and passionate as he finger fucked her slowly.

Harold picked her up, fingers still in her vagina and flipped her onto the sofa, pressing her back in the corner nearest the window. I could see the ecstasy in her face only when she threw her head back so far over the sofa arm. Her hips rose to meet every move of his fingers. His mouth moved to her tits. One entire breast was fully sucked into his mouth. She screamed with excitement. Screams clearly heard through the window along with her encouragement.

"FUCK, YES, fuck me, suck my tits. I want to CUM! Fuck you're so fucking good."

Oh, I had heard that before when we were married, but this had a more insistent edge to it. She was in fuck heaven. She bucked and moaned and had one orgasm after another.

He didn't let her rest. He lifted her right leg, pushed the other farther apart, her foot on the floor. The sight of this very large man, one knee on the sofa, fingers working her pussy, sucking and kneading her tits was the best porn show ever.

By this time, I had thrown caution out the window. They were close enough I could make out most of what they were saying. My jeans were at my feet and I was stroking my dick hard. Pre-cum flowed freely for lubricant. I wanted to scream at him, "Go, fuck her man, fuck her good and hard!"

He kissed her deep again, then stood to undo his belt. She rose and kneeled on the edge of the sofa to help him. She was in a hurry, scrambling with his zipper. Harold held her wrists to slow her down.

"Whoa woman," he intoned. "Do my shirt."

She pulled him closer and pushed the fabric off his shoulders. She turned this into a VERY seductive move. Her hands lingered, playing with his chest hair and fingering his nipples. She moved in and licked one nipple all around, looking up at him while she teased him.

There was a gasp from Harold as she clamped down and sucked a nipple very hard. He held her head tight and threw his head back. At the same time, she worked her hand up and down his shaft through his pants. Damn that was hot to watch.

While she played with his nipples and his dick, Harold finished with the belt. His bulging cock made a long line down one leg of the pin stripe suit trousers. Together they got the shirt off and she turned her attention back to his bulge. Her hand griped it through the fabric and again slid up and down the length.

"You like me playing with you?" She looked up and smiled at him.

"Mmmm. Nice."

Zipper down, she took the hint and slowly pulled his trousers. But she cheated, taking his black silk boxers with them. Predictably, once set free, his cock bounced up and struck her chin. He leaned in to resume working his fingers in her pussy. She gasped at his penetration and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing, dark cock.

I could see more of him than her. The man was sculptured. His legs were taught, muscular but not bulging. Like runners' legs. And his ass! Her small white hand against his tight butt. The contrast was erotic on its own. She dug her fingers into his cheeks and I could see his muscles flex in and out, his cock was pressed on her stomach up to the bottom of her breasts.

The fact that Harold was Black is almost irrelevant to the story. His cock, though large, was probably proportional to his bulk. Rather, that he was Black, rendered an erotic artistry to the scene before me. The contrast of her skin against his. The variation of skin darkness, pink of lips, nipples and tongues and vaginal lips. His mass of darkness enveloping the Scotch-Irish tone of her skin. When he held her from behind, his darkness framed her lighter shape in a most erotic way.

There was no break. No rest. Harold had expertly gotten my ex-wife, sex manic, hyper-stimulated. Through the glass I could hear her gasping for air. I could better hear the passion in their words.

"Fuck I love fucking you my little bitch. You're like a professional slut. You love my cock, don't you?" Geez, what a voice. Deep, slow, sensual. Barry White sexy. She could cum just listening to Barry White talk.

"Fuck me you bastard. You fucking tease. I want that cock."

"Oh, not just yet dear." A smooth, slow voice.

Harold bent slightly, his knees leaning on the front of the sofa. A move that vastly improved my sight lines. He held her shoulders to keep her face level with his beautiful, long, hard cock. There was no more prompting.

"God yes, I want that. I want it all the way in my mouth!"

There, less than four feet away, the woman I knew could never be totally satisfied pressed her lips around the oozing crown of this huge man. Her pink tongue skillfully traced a line around the ridge of the foreskin. She rolled his huge balls in her hand and looked up at him. A combination of lust and worship. She was always skilled at making sure she was getting the best experience, and whoever she was fucking got the same. Even when we were together, I admired her quest for mutual satisfaction.

Harold leaned over casually and picked up his drink then stood straight up. He took a swallow and look down approvingly at my ex. Her talented pink tongue slid down from the crown to the base, licked his balls and sucked one at a time in her mouth. Her hand just barely wrapped around his shaft as she slowly stroked it.

My ex gave amazing blow jobs. She could edge, tease, make a guy cum slowly or in a burst of two or three streams. Swallow the first and making the next shoot on her tits was a signature move. Sometimes asking, or embarrassing a guy into cleaning his own cum off her tits. It was erotic poetry of the first order.

Here was the pinnacle of all her techniques. After teasing up and down, her saliva building up, it was time to deep throat. Each time she went down, his cock went in a little farther. I was out of control. I had to cum watching this. In and out she sucked. I could see her cheeks move in and out with her sucking. Sometimes I could see the outline of his immense cock bulging against her cheek from the inside. Fuck, what a fucking turn on.

The move. I was privileged to experience this many times. And watch it many times. But never with a beautiful cock THIS BIG. I could feel my eyes bulge. I stopped stroking. I know my mouth was wide open.

Her move was a quick turn of her neck as she cocked her head slightly to one side. The last three inches of his dark, mocha colored member slid without the slightest effort into her eager pink lips. Now he held her head. He was very loving suddenly. Stroking her hair and speaking in even tones that I could still hear.

"That's it baby, take it all down into your throat. You're the only women of all my women who have taken me all in. Bigger women than you hadn't learned how to take me all in. You give amazing blowjobs."

He ended with a grunt and his hips began to move. Now he held her head as she stroked her mouth in and out. Not far. Just enough to get some air, then right back in with his balls on her chin.

His ass cheeks flexed. This is it. He's going to unload.

"Araggh! Fuck! Suck it all out. Drink my jizz baby." I'm sure the first load went straight down her throat. She pulled out about four inches, took a deep breath just in time for the next blast to fill her mouth to overflowing. I could plainly see his cock throbbing, the vein up the side pulse. She swallowed hard, but the thick white cream flowed freely from the sides of her mouth, down her cheeks, falling to her breasts.

My hand made two more strokes and I shot my load. I was too close to the window, too easy to spot, and the long stream of cum arched and hit the window inches from the bottom. I didn't care. It was the biggest load of cum and the most thundering orgasm I'd had in years. Fuck, it was great to watch her deep throat him and see the cum flow out. I couldn't stop stroking my dick.

Harold pulled carefully out of her. His cum covered, glistening cock bobbed up and down slightly at the release. Exhausted, my amazing ex slumped back on the sofa. Harold dropped to his knees, stroked us cock several times, leaned in and kissed her full on. I could see the white cum spread between their lips.

"Holy shit," I thought. "He's taking the cum from her mouth!"

While I was fixated on that, something I had never seen, Harold guided his still turgid cock into her soaking wet vagina. I saw it. I saw all nine or ten inches of his thick, cum coated dick split her pubic mound and slide deep into her in one stroke.

He bottomed out and my ex went from a satisfied moan to a shriek of exquisite pain. I knew these two had fucked before, but the scene looked like the first time. The wide-eyed look on her face at his complete entry coupled with her scream made a picture of a first-time encounter. Her white arms wrapped around his torso. She dug her fingers in and began nonstop pleading to continue fucking.

"Oh God, don't stop. Don't pull out. Fill me. I love being stretched out by you! FUCK! FUCK! I don't want to cum yet. I want. I want! I fucking want your cum to fill my pussy! Oh shit I'm so well fucked by you!!"

Harold got into a rhythm of stroking in and out. It became a marathon. I actually checked my watch. He pummeled her pussy with his huge cock for sixteen minutes straight. The final minutes he cupped his huge hands around her ass, lifting her up to a better angle. He speeded up. I could see his cock throb and his balls tighten.

I stroked my dick like there was no tomorrow. She was getting the ride of her life. And I wasn't jealous. I had a split second of consciousness, "Hey, you should be jealous of this guy satisfying your ex this way. Right in front of you." But I wasn't. In fact, I was deliriously happy for her. She was getting exactly what she wanted. I kept stroking my cock.

"I'm cumming. I can fill you up, you little slut of mine."

"Oh please, pump the biggest load into me. Fuck you feel so fucking good. Mmmraragh! Ahh!" She shuddered and bucked as orgasm after orgasm erupted from her deepest depths. They came together. It was one for the record books and I got to witness the whole thing. I came again. Three of us came together. My semen was thick enough and long enough to be very satisfying and provide lubricant to continue my masturbation efforts.

They got very still. His bulk almost covered her body. It took a moment, but his long muscular arms flexed and he pushed himself up. They just stared at each other. My ex was barely breathing.

Harold slid off the sofa and knelt on the floor. One hand on each of her knees, he pushed them apart, opening her legs. I craned my neck to see. The view made me gasp. Cum was flowing out of her pussy, pooling on the edge of the sofa. Her pubic hair and pubic lips were covered in white. He pressed three fingers across the outer lips of her swollen pussy and came up with a huge gob of white cum, made all the more vivid against his dark brown fingers. He carefully offered his fingers to her. Slowly she licked the cum. They made eye contact and she ran her fingers over his face and into his hair. He repeated the gesture, this time painting a breast with a coating like white icing.

Then he did the unexpected. He opened his mouth wide, taking in her entire breast to suck off all the cum he had just deposited. Finished with that, he moved down. I had a perfect view as his face push her legs apart and his wide, pink tongue flatten out and press against her pubic mound. He lapped from the bottom to the top. She squealed with delight. Then his tongue began carefully licking and cleaning all the folds and ridges of her well used pussy. He lingered on her hard, extended clit. Each time sucking on it a little harder. She bucked and screamed each time.

I watched as he slowly abandon her clit and move lower. I was transfixed on this man, this man who I could never compete with, as he eagerly licked and sucked all his cum out of my ex's pussy. He ate and swallowed his entire load. Watching him was an education.

"You like me doing this?" He looked up from his pleasuring to her face. She stroked his hair.

He returned to her pussy and I could see his tongue work her vagina. He was tongue fucking her! She squirmed and bucked and shuddered against his mouth, her hand holding his head down.

"Hell yes. I love having you eat me before and especially after. You know very well most men wouldn't dream of doing that. God, it feels so fucking good." She let her head fall back and a long moan came out of her mouth even has her hips rose to meet his face in an aftershock of mini orgasms.

Finished with his creampie clean up, Harold reached for his drink again and took a gulp. He looked down, surveying what looked like a broken human but was actually a very satisfied, well used, ex-wife.

Harold was a really good-looking guy. His well-defined facial features were now highlighted by the coating of white cum clinging to his mustache and tight beard. After the final gulp, I watched his tongue circle his lips cleaning the cum. Harold smiled and broke the silence.

"I don't think we're done."

"Done. I'm done. You did more than what you came for," my ex said while still trying to catch her breath.

"Roll over," he directed.

"Oh fuck, I don't know if I have the strength."

Harold pulled her legs up, twisted her hips and she cooperated weakly. She was now positioned with her arms and head over the padded arm of the sofa. The rest of her body, belly down, flat on the couch.

"Oh darlin', I'm doin' all the work this time."

She was now directly facing the glass of the sliding door. Her face was the width of an end table away from the glass and I was two feet beyond that in a patio chair. If she squinted thru her reflection in the glass, I was sure she would see me. I couldn't move a muscle because any movement would give me away.

Harold disappeared down the hall for the bathroom. She lay over the arm with her eyes closed. On his return, he went to the kitchen and made another drink. My ex made a motion to stand up. Or at least she pulled herself up on her knees, still facing the glass door.

This was beautiful. A full view of a naked ex wife, freshly fucked, facing me. She began a sensuous inspection of her smok'n body in the reflection. Harold, drink in hand, stood a few feet away watching the show.

She ran her fingers slowly up her thighs to her breasts. Circled each breast. She pinched one and moaned loudly while the other hand traced a line toward her pubic hair. She tossed her head back trying to flip her hair, but it was wet and tangled from sex induced exertion.

She turned slightly to see Harold. Her hands roamed her body. One rested on her still dripping vagina. She ran a finger in and out then licked the liquid she had collected. Slowly, with a teasing look, she licked each finger.

He took another gulp, put the drink on the table, turned her around and arranged himself behind her. His massive hands caressed her breasts. Nipples poked between his fingers. She tilted her head to the side, offering her neck, which he quickly sank his lips, then his teeth into. He bit her, raising a red bruise on her soft white flesh.

There was an open-mouthed gasp, then a moan at the erotic pain.

"If I was a vampire, you would be mine forever."

In a swift, almost aggressive move, he pushed her face down. Her arms once again hanging over the sofa. He entered her from behind. No warning. No words. Just a giant grunt as his huge cock penetrated her. She was facing the window and at the moment of entry her eyed budged, her mouth opened wide and what should have been a shriek of pleasure or pain came out as a squeak as her breathing stopped.

He held his hand on her back holding her down and fucked her. It was like a revenge fuck. Something snapped in him. I could see his face. Blood vessels on his neck and his forehead stood out. His chest muscles twitched with every thrust. He slammed himself into her over and over. I envied his stamina.

"You like that bitch? You're a cum eating slut. I love visiting you to fuck. You're so fucking eager to take my cock anyway I give it."

Listen to that voice. Deep. Commanding. I could never talk to her like that back in the day.

Slam. Slam. The sofa shook. Her fingers dug into the fabric and her knuckles turned white. Her face was contorted with pain. His face looked like blind rage.

I wasn't sure what I was witnessing. It was at once exciting, arousing and disturbing at the same time. My dick never relaxed from the last fuck. I stroked it with pleasure while my mind was appalled at the same time.

"You love this bitch?"

He pulled both arms behind her. One gigantic hand held both wrists together. He pulled her back from the sofa arm. I had a full view of her upright; tits bouncing, sweat on her face, hair tangled getting royally fucked. Her eyes were wide open and I could tell she was watching herself in the window reflection.

I had seen her in many erotic situations, but this was new to me. Wild abandon rough sex.

"Ya, oh, eee, yes! I fucking love this. Harder. You fuck me!"

"I don't believe you slut," he slammed harder. "You love being used? You love big dick?"

"Yes! I love your big dick!" She moaned long and loud.

He released the wrists and she flopped back on the arm of the sofa. Her face looked terrified but with a satisfied grin. He grabbed her hips and pumped into her harder. I couldn't tell where his cock was.

"No, you love ANY big cock. You just makin' up for lost time girl. I know you fuck anything with two legs, slut." Harold was enjoying himself. Hell, I was enjoying myself.

"Fuck. I'm gonna cum again." She shrieked and her body rose off the couch in a contortion I had never seen.

Harold slowed then stopped. He rolled her over and presented his still hard, cum covered cock.

"Clean me bitch. I have other women to fuck tonight."

Whoa, what? Women, plural? The man was a sex machine or had a great line of BS.

My ex was panting. Panting hard, trying to breath. Dutifully, she held his dark, wide cock and licked it clean. Then she rose on her knees at the edge of the couch and kissed him deeply. For a long minute there were lips and tongue and sensual kissing. They wrapped their arms around each other tenderly like long time lovers.

"I gotta go," Harold said. He gathered his clothes and got dressed.

"They're not as good as me," she said, out of breath.

"Who?"

"Whoever you're going to fuck tonight."

"Whomever."

You're correcting my grammar?"

"Yea, they are. They're better fucks than you. You need more practice. I just like you as a warm up. Oh, next time I'm bringing two friends. I'll call you."

The door closed leaving my naked ex kneeling on the sofa.

She reached for the last drink Harold made and chugged the whole thing down.

Smiling, she turned and looked at the window. She was a mess. She was happy. She looked well ravaged. Slowly she ran one finger behind her ear to push some sweat-matted hair out of the way.

She slumped into the sofa. Her pert breasts, glistening with sweat, saliva and cum, heaved up and down in a long sigh. I slid away off the patio.

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Two weeks later I was fishing for a reason to visit again. In the conversation she allowed that tomorrow wasn't good, Harold was coming over.

The next night I dressed in all black.

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