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          “329, 331, 333…” I muttered to myself, reading the numbers off the doors as I made my way down the narrow hotel hallway.   I could almost hear the sound of my own nervous heartbeat over the quiet buzzing of a nearby ice machine as I pushed my hand into my pocket to pull out a folded, crumpled piece of paper.   Cursing myself for the inability to calm my shaking nerves, I unfolded the small parchment and read the number scrawled upon it.   “335.” My eyes moved from the paper up to the door before me. “335.” This was it. Behind that door waited a night of unparalleled carnal pleasure, but could very well lead to months of shameful regret.   I thought briefly about my girlfriend Kim back home, trying with great difficulty to suppress the feelings of guilt that were beginning to weigh heavy on my mind. I had cheated on girlfriends in the past, but Kim was different. I could actually see myself marrying her one day. She was perfect in almost every way. Almost. I took a deep breath and stared vacantly at the closed door.   I knew that once I stepped into that room, there would be no turning back.   I knew that once I saw Tara again there would be no restraining my desires.   For 8 long years I had been replaying our past sexual exploits in my head, all the while searching in vain for the one woman that could possible compare in terms of sexual prowess.   In the two short years we had spent together I had evolved from inexperienced virginity to complete sexual freedom, as Tara had taken pride in fulfilling my every sexual desire.   She had also been happy to share her many fantasies with our mutual interests and understanding leading to 24 months of pure carnal bliss.   In a way, she had actually ruined me for other women as my standards for sexual adventure had developed beyond what most girls would deem appropriate. I continued to stall as my mind began to process the various consequences that could arise from this long awaited reunion.   Although Tara had been a wet dream come true for an 18 year old virgin, our problems outside the bedroom were considerable.   Along with her considerable sexual experience came a fair amount of emotional baggage that I had not been fully equipped to deal with at the time. Over the years, however, the memories of our various problems had faded, leaving only the torrid details of our numerous salacious adventures.   I began to wonder how much Tara had changed during our time apart. Now married with three children, I assumed she had matured considerably from the 20 year old single mother I had met all those years ago.   Apart from being an extraordinary sexual partner, Tara had always possessed a vibrant personality that made her a joy to be with outside the bedroom as well as within.   My only hope was that years of marriage and suburban life had not yet crushed her adventurous spirit.   Judging from the witty and provocative emails we had exchanged in the past couple months my guess was that it had not.   But there was only one way to find out. I raised my fist and knocked on the door. The next few seconds left like an eternity as I waited patiently.   My heart began to race even faster when I heard the rattling of the chain lock followed by a sharp “click” as the door was unlocked from the inside. With a quick motion, the door swung open and for the first time in years my eyes fell upon the woman that had occupied my thoughts for the better part of the previous decade.   Tara’s face was aglow with noticeable excitement as she greeted me with an exuberant smile.   Her contagious expression of happiness soon caught me and I smiled back as my eyes worked quickly to take in the familiar figure standing before me.   Dressed in a simple blue dress, she looked sexy but elegant as she stepped aside to allow me to enter the room.   “Hey,” she said, beaming with enthusiasm. “Hi,” I answered, slightly overwhelmed with the situation.   I strolled into the room as Tara shut the door before turning back towards me. Before I could say another word she threw her arms around me pressing her body into mine. “I can’t believe you’re actually here,” she muttered, hugging me tightly. I returned the hug, my face pressed against her neck as the long forgotten scent of vanilla once again brought a series of memories rushing back.   After a momentary embrace, she pulled away slightly pausing for a brief moment to look into my eyes with her sparkling blue orbs.   “Wow,” she exclaimed, stepping back to scan up and down my body. “You look exactly the same!” “Is that a good thing?” I asked with a chuckle, as I began to pull off my jacket. “Oh yes,” she answered quickly, biting her bottom lip as her eyes roamed over me.   I smiled as I tossed my jacket over the back of a nearby chair.   Tara always knew how to make me feel good.   “Want something to drink?” she asked, motioning to a selection of liquor bottles assembled on a desk on the other side of the room. “Yeah, sure,” I answered, sitting down on one of the beds as she turned towards the desk. “What do you feel like?” she asked, strolling across the room.   “I didn’t know what you drink so I kind of got…everything.” “Whatever you’re having,” I replied as I leaned back and watched my ex-girlfriend fumble with the assortment of bottles. “Gin?” she called back over her shoulder, causing me to wrinkle my nose in disgust. “Umm…How about vodka?” Tara laughed and set the bottle of gin back down. “Oh yeah. I forgot you hate gin.” As she prepared the drinks I took the opportunity to watch her, breathing deeply as I carefully studied her every move.   Her light blue dress was open in the back, allowing a large proportion of her smooth, sexy back to be visible, covered only by a pair of thin straps that crossed each other before   looping over her shoulders.   Her auburn hair was now a lighter shade, almost strawberry-blonde, and tied into a pony tail that bounced against the back of her neck as she moved.   The dress itself came down to her mid thigh, allowing my hungry eyes an ample view of her delectable legs.   As she had given birth to three kids, I had been mildly concerned that Tara’s figure would have suffered, but to my surprise it had not. In fact, it appeared as though she had lost weight since the last time I had seen her last and her body had assumed a more toned, athletic look while still retaining many of her ample, luscious curves.    As she turned towards me, her hands each holding a liquid filled glass, I noticed something else different about Tara. The front of her dress came down into a v-shape, permitting a generous view of her ample cleavage.   Her breasts seemed not only larger than I remember, but also much more round and shapely.   At first, I thought it might be the bra she was wearing but the lack of straps or lines under the light fabric soon dismissed that notion. Tara handed me the glass with a smile. She then took a seat on the bed across from me, leaning back crossing her legs.   As she did so, her dress slid further up her thighs and I found my eyes wandering downward as I took a sip of my drink. “Two beds?” I asked, glancing around the room. “Are you expecting company?”   “Maybe,” she replied, raising her eyebrows.   “Why? Did you have someone in mind?”   I smiled and took another drink before shaking my head.   “Not at the moment.” “Aww, that’s too bad,” Tara whined, her full, pink lips pouting with mock sadness.   “We never did get the chance to have a threesome.” I just smiled.   If I was worried that Tara had lost her playful nature, those fears were quickly vanquished.   Every word she spoke seemed to be dripping with blatant innuendo.   In fact, she obviously did not share my apprehension, and appeared to be more excited than nervous.   “But that’s okay,” she continued casting me an amorous look.   “I want you all to myself tonight anyway.” As we continued with the obligatory small talk, my eye caught the shimmering diamond ring on her finger as she brought her glass to her lips.   Tara noticed my distraction as she glanced at me and then down at her hand.   I tried to pretend I hadn’t noticed, but it was too late. “Does it bother you?” she asked, holding out the wedding ring that encircled her slender finger. “I can take it off if you want?” “No, no,” I responded.   “Are you sure?” “Yeah.” When I had first located Tara on Facebook and found out she was married, I did experience a tinge of jealousy.   That jealously had since dissipated, but I was unsure of how she felt about cheating on her husband. “What did you tell him?” I asked, my curiosity overwhelming my better judgment. “I told him I was going to visit my sister,” she answered with complacency.   She was obviously not too bothered with the prospect of adultery, which made me wonder if she had cheated on me during our relationship. “It doesn’t bother you at all?” I asked, pressing the issue further.   “You don’t feel…guilty?” Tara gave her shoulders a quick shrug and then downed the rest of her drink. “A little,” she said, getting up to get another.   “It’s just that…” I remained silent, awaiting the rest of her response.   “…I’ve been married for a few years now and…” She paused as if trying to find the right words. “He’s a great guy, and I love him and everything, but…” “But what?” I pressed, cocking my head in curiosity. “We just don’t have that…sexual connection.   Like you and I had.” “I know what you mean,” I stated bluntly as I finished my drink.   “Why? Do you feel guilty?” she asked, turning the tables on me as she poured us both another drink. “A little,” I answered truthfully, although my guilt was quickly subsiding under the influence of alcohol and Tara’s irresistible sexual aura.   “Are you sure it doesn’t bother you?” she asked again, bringing the topic of conversation back to her wedding ring.   “I can take it off.”   “No,” I assured, as I accepted another drink.   “In fact…” “What?” she asked, tilting her head in anticipation. “It…kind of…turns me on,” Tara’s inquisitive expression s unfolded into a smile and she gazed at me intently.   “Really?” she muttered with sudden understanding.   “You have a thing for married women now?” I shrugged. “I guess so.” Tara giggled and took another drink.   “Well that’s good,” she cooed, as she let her lips linger on the glass while staring at me with a look of intense, lustful desire.   “Because I’ve been waiting eight years to have you again.” I couldn’t help but smile.   “You’ve been thinking about this a lot huh?” I asked, growing more comfortable with the situation. “Yes!” she exclaimed with exuberance. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about since I first found you on Facebook.”   “We did have some good times,” I said with a nod as I referred back to our various erotic endeavors. “Great times,” Tara corrected emphatically, causing me to smile once more. “Soooo….” I began, my inhibitions slowly slipping away.   “What exactly have you been thinking about?” “Oh, just reminiscing,” she answered coyly as she tossed her head back and rolled her eyes in avoidance of my question. “Reminiscing about…?” I pressed with increasing insistence.   “Oh, I don’t know,” she muttered with a smile, continuing to play her little game as she stood up and took a step towards me.   “How about the time we were at my friend’s party and you dragged me into the bathroom and bent me over the sink?” I swallowed hard as Tara stood over me. Using her legs to push my knees apart, she moved closer pressing her thigh against my crotch.    I looked up into her eyes as she smiled down at me, feeling the growing hardness between my legs pressed against her naked leg. “Uh huh,” I muttered softly.   “I remember.” “And you pulled my pants down…” she continued, inching ever closer.   “And fucked me from behind.” I nodded. “And you had to put your hand over my mouth to keep the other people at the party from hearing me moan.   I remember you fucking me hard and sliding your finger up my ass.” I smiled, recalling the provocative scene as Tara nudged closer, straddling my thigh as she ran a hand down my back. My body tingled with excitement as I felt her long awaited touch.   Pressing close to me, she touched her lips to my neck, letting them linger for a moment before moving upwards. “That…” she continued, whispering into my ear.   “…is what I’ve been thinking about.” Moving her head back, we soon found ourselves staring into each other’s eyes.   We held our intense gaze for a brief moment before our lust overtook our inhibitions and we became entangled in a long, deep kiss.   Tara moaned softly into my mouth as our tongues danced and she pressed her body into mine.   Our escalating passion was soon halted, however, as Tara accidentally tipped her glass a little too far, sending a moderate amount of dark liquid spilling out down over her hand and onto the bed. “Oops,” she giggled, stepping back holding the drink at arm’s length.   “Got a little too excited there.” I smiled and moved over on the bed, avoiding the newly formed wet spot as Tara walked over to the table and set down her glass. She then looked over to me as she sucked her fingers clean of the spilled liquid.   “By the way…” she began, seductively sucking her middle finger.   “Notice anything different about me?” As she spoke, she turned sideways and pushed her chest out motioning to her breasts with a raised eyebrowed expression. “Yeah…,” I began, stroking my chin as I realized what she was implying with her less than subtle tactics. “I thought there was something different about those.   Are they…?” “Fake?” Tara blurted out enthusiastically. “Yep.” I almost laughed at my ex girlfriend’s candid manor, although her outright disclosure certainly did not surprise me.   When we were together, she had always talked about getting breast implants, but our financial situation at the time did not allow it. “My twenty-eighth birthday present,” she explained.   “What do you think?” “They look great,” I complimented as I took another drink.   “Thanks,” she said simply, walking back towards me. “But I know you’re not much of a tit man.” “Yeah,” I agreed, laughing. “I think you liked them more than I did.” The statement was not an exaggeration.   Tara’s bisexual nature was well known, and her predilection for busty women had been all too obvious.   “Yes. Yes I did,” she agreed, a wide smile lighting her face with exuberance.   “So…” she continued, turning her back to me and casting a sheepish glance at me over her shoulder. “Are you still an ass man then?” “And leg,” I corrected, smiling back at her as my eyes scanned down her body as she playfully presented herself to me, arching her back in order to emphasize her backside for my viewing enjoyment. Tara took a few steps closer to me and pulled the light blue fabric of her dress tight around her ass as she slowly bent forward.   I bit my lip as I sat back, taking in Tara’s playful tease.   “Did you miss THIS ass?” she asked seductively, overtly displaying her every curve under the tightly stretched fabric. “Yes, I did,” I responded, adjusting my pants in order to accommodate the increasing growth within.   “In fact, I think you should bring it a little closer.”   “Oh yeah?” she said, slowly inching her dress up her legs. “Is someone getting turned on?”   “Maybe…” “Good,“ Tara answered, suddenly releasing her dress and standing back up straight.   I stared blankly with confusion as she quickly dismissed her provocative act and walked over to me.   Her eyes remained locked on mine as she sauntered across the floor. Reaching down, she placed her hand on the throbbing bulge in my pants, smiling slightly as she felt my increasing hardness.   “I’m going to go change,” she said softly, her hand gently squeezing.   “Change?” I asked, my pulse racing once again. Tara nodded. “I bought a special outfit for you.” I smiled. “So…,” she began, as she leaned in and kissed me. “I want you to sit here and think about all the dirty little things that I’m going to do to you when I come back.” I nodded, trying hard to maintain my eagerness.    “Good,” she said once more, flashing a quick smile before turning and abruptly walking away. I watched as she made her way into the bathroom, closing the door without another word.    Unable to sit patiently, I immediately finished my drink and hopped up.   As I fixed myself another drink, my hands trembled with anticipation.   I quickly quaffed the newly prepared beverage, before leaving the empty glass on the table.   As the warmth of the alcohol flowed through me, I hoped it was enough.   I did not want to be falling down drunk, but I did desire enough inebriation to reduce any lingering inhibitions.   With a night of unparalleled ecstasy ahead, I wanted to be as unreserved as possible.   Returning to the bed, I removed my socks and took my shirt off.   I then reclined comfortably and waited, my eyes glued to the bathroom door. “Ready?” Tara’s voice called out as the door opened a crack. “Yes,” I replied. The door swung open further and Tara stepped out into clear view causing my jaw to drop in astonishment.   She was wearing a black corset, cinched tight around her waist, exaggerating the ample curves of her hips.   Her newly bought breasts were also prominently displayed, pushed up by the corset, producing a considerable amount of visible cleavage.   Connected to the bottom was a short, black, sheer skirt coming barely reaching her upper thigh.   Through the sheer material I could make out the dark outline of her tiny black panties and garter straps connecting to the pair of provocative, black stockings that covered her legs from mid-thigh.   Her light strawberry blonde hair had been released from the ponytail and was now hanging down to her shoulders, tucked neatly behind each ear.   “What do you think?” Tara asked, turning half way as if to model her lurid outfit. “I think it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I blurted out in response, completely taken aback by her pleasing choice of bedroom attire.   “I thought you might like it,” she said smiling, standing at the end of the bed with her hands on her hips.   “Oh, I like it,” I affirmed as I moved my way down the bed, eager to get things started. As I reached the end of the bed, I started to stand only to have Tara playfully push me back into a seated position.   “Uh uh,” she said bluntly, as she lowered herself to her knees.   “First, I get to play.” Her azure eyes were fixed on mine as she reached up and unbuttoned my pants before pulling the zipper down with agonizing slowness.   Leaning back on my elbows I raised my hips off the bed as she pulled my pants down my legs, leaving my naked body clothed with only the meager pair of tight fitting boxer briefs.   Tara’s eyes flashed with wanton lust as she averted her gaze from my face down to the straining bulge within my underwear.   “Mmmm,” she cooed, tucking her fingers into the waistband and pulling downwards. “You have no idea how long I’ve waiting for this.”   “Waiting for what?” I asked coyly as she gingerly inched the underwear down my thighs, allowing my dick to spring forth and slap against my stomach. “For this,” Tara answered smiling as she reached out to grasp my shaft, pulling my cock upwards as she leaned down and sensually parted her lips.   I let out a drawn out moan as I felt the long awaited sensation of my ex girlfriend’s soft lips enclosing the head of my dick. Suckling the tip, her fiery gaze remained fixed on me as the length of my shaft slowly disappeared into her warm, wet mouth.   I felt her tongue lathering my dick as her eyes closed and she descended farther down, taking my entire length.   Giving a few quick bobs of her head, Tara then withdrew, her lips sliding back up my turgid shaft, curling into a smile as she released my glistening dick from her mouth but holding it firmly from the base.   Holding me in her soft hand, Tara then lowered her head and extended her tongue to press into my balls, her dazzling blue eyes still staring from either side of my wet cock.   Licking upwards, she ran her tongue up the underside of my shaft before taking the tip into her warm, inviting mouth once again. I let out a subtle moan of approval as I watched Tara continue her work.   In the eight years since I had been with her I had yet to find a girl that rivaled my ex girlfriend in the art of oral pleasure.   Tara loved it, and she was good at it. “Mmm,” I moaned, reaching out to push a strand of hair out of her face as she continued bobbing up and down on my dick with increasing intensity.   “I almost forgot how good you are at this.” Tara smiled as she removed her lips from my throbbing cock, letting her hand travel freely up and down the saliva-soaked shaft. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to remind you then huh?” she answered in between soft, erotic lashes of her talented tongue.   “Do you still like having your balls licked?” “Uh huh,” I stammered, smiling in anticipation. Tara returned my smile before returning her attention below my cock and taking my soft, sensitive balls into her mouth.   I felt her lips slowly part and surround them completely before sucking gently as her tongue wriggled up and down, eliciting a pleasurable sensation as her hand stroked up and down my shaft. “Still like to keeps things nicely shaved I see,” she exclaimed with approval in reference to my cleanly shaven balls and surrounding region as dove back in bathe them with long, deliberate licks of her warm tongue.   “I always liked that about you.” I smiled in response, quietly hoping that Tara still shared my aversion to excess body hair. “Mmmm,” she hummed, sending gratifying vibrations through my balls. I lifted my legs and planted my feet on the bed as Tara continued her unrelenting oral assault.   Slowly, she let her tongue trail downwards flickering teasingly at my perineum sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body.   I held my breath and awaited her next move as she seemed to be looking for my approval to proceed. “You like that?” she asked, her soft, pink tongue gliding smoothly up and down the cleanly shaven area below my balls. “Fuck yes,” I gasped, placing my hand placidly on her head, fighting the urge to push her face downward. “I think I know what you want,” she stated, smiling up at me as her hand continued its slow, deliberate stroking. “Yeah?” I said in a quiet raspy voice, as Tara eyed me with a sultry, mischievous expression.   “What?” Casting me a knowing glance, without a word she descended once again.   Tossing my head back in ecstasy, I soon felt the warm wet touch of Tara’s dexterous tongue sliding in small circles around my asshole.   “Oh my fucking god!” I cursed through gritted teeth, clutching the bed sheets as she pushed my legs up forcibly, pressing her lips against my ass. Keeping her tongue firmly pressed into my tight little opening, Tara let out a giggle in response to my exclamation before resuming her tongue lashing, stabbing my ass with short, quick thrusts.   “Does your girlfriend lick your ass?” she asked between licks, purring as she swabbed my asshole with long, sensual licks.   “N…No..,” I muttered, as Tara began to accompany her torrid rimming with quickening strokes of her fist up and down my cock.   Dragging her wet tongue up over my balls, she bit her lip provocatively before taking my dick back between her lips as she moved her hand up to lightly stroke a fingertip over my freshly licked ass.   As Tara’s massaging turned to gentle prodding, I reached down to halt her simultaneous stroking and sucking.   “Whoaaa,” I warned, grasping her hand to prevent any further excitation. “Better slow down there. You’re going to make me cum.” “Mmmm, good,” she purred, pushing my hand away. “I want you to cum.” “I just don’t want this to end so soon,” I explained, tensing every muscle in my torso in a vain attempt to prevent a premature climax.   “Oh, don’t worry,” Tara ensured, massaging my asshole with increasingly firm, circular motions.   “We have all night.” Relinquishing my last vestiges of reluctance, I laid back and allowed Tara to have her way.   Casting me a satisfied nod, she then descended on my cock once again, clamping her lips around the head as she stroked away with hasty intent.   As I felt her tongue dive into my dickhole, she wiggled her fingertip past my resistant muscular ring and slide deep into my ass.   Feeling her digital intrusion, my ass reflexively contracted, squeezing her invading finger as Tara’s fist pumped my cock in an effort to hasten my approaching orgasm.   “Oh fuck!” I groaned, as she forced her finger deeper into my ass, her head bobbing up and down with short, quick motions.   Feeling my pelvic muscles contract, my back arched as Tara curled her finger inside my ass and swallowed my cock deep into her mouth as I unloaded a violent blast of cum into the back of her throat.   She moaned in approval as she tasted the creamy discharge, pulling back to take the subsequent spurts onto her tongue, opening her eyes to glance at me as she sucked down every drop I had to offer.   “Damn,” I muttered, letting my head fall back into the bed. “You obviously still know how to get dirty.” “Yeah,” she agreed, wiping a droplet of viscous, white fluid from the corner of her mouth.   “I guess you just bring out my kinky side.” “You mean you don’t lick your husband’s ass?” I asked with a cocky smile as I propped myself back up on my elbows.” The corner of Tara’s mouth curled up into a half smile as she shook her head.   “Actually…,” she said, climbing onto the bed. “I’ve never done that to anyone else.” “Oooh, I feel special,” I responded with a smile, as Tara moved into position beside me, pressing her body into mine. “You should,” she said bluntly, pressing her lips to mine as she ran her smooth, stocking covered foot up the inside of my naked leg.   As my mouth parted, allowing the intrusion of her hot little tongue, my hand slid down her back feeling the smooth material of her corset.   Lower, the black satin fabric gave way to the light, sheer material of the tiny skirt, which I pulled up over her supple, round ass.    Feeling my touch on her bare skin, Tara moaned into my mouth and ground her pelvis into my thigh.   I could feel the moist warmth of her pussy against my skin as her hand lightly traced its way down my chest and stomach. “Sorry,” I said, motioning down to my spent, lifeless cock.   “It’s going to take a few minutes.” “Oh that’s okay,” she said, smiling as she raised herself up onto her knees. “I know something you can do right now. “ “What’s that?” I asked innocently, my eyes traveling up and down her body.   Tara gazed at me intently as she sat back, and spread her legs. “Your turn,” she ordered, casting me a suggestive smile. I beamed with lust as I eagerly complied, reversing my position and inching my way in between Tara’s outstretched legs. Biting her bottom lip in expectation, she watched as I placed a hand on her leg, running my fingers upwards along the silky smooth fabric.   The shear black skirt was pushed up by her widespread legs, offering plain view of the tiny black g-string barely covering the engorged folds of her welcoming pussy.   My eyes lingered on the irresistible sight as I planted a soft kiss on her inner thigh, sending an amorous shiver through Tara’s body.   Lifting my lips, I moved upwards, kissing my way up the inside of her thigh before settling into position.   The aroma of arousal overcame me as my lips continued their exploration, touching everywhere except the soft, wet area still covered by the scanty triangle of black fabric. Tara shifted underneath me as I continued teasing her with avoidant licks of my tongue.   “So now you’re teasing me?” she asked, more as an accusation than a question. “Maybe,” I answered softly, glancing up for a brief moment before gliding my tongue over the patch of damp fabric nestled neatly between her flushed, engorged folds.   “Why?   Do you have a problem with that?” Tara let out a subtle giggle as she placed a hand gently on my head “Yes,” she said suddenly, clutching a handful of my hair. Before I could react, she used her free hand to pull her underwear to the side, exposing her naked, pink pussy as she raised her hips off the bed and forced my smiling lips into her hot, rubescent hole.   I closed my eyes in pleasure, relishing every sensation as I drove my tongue deep inside her.   Tara’s fingers clenched tighter, heightening my lust as I sucked her puffy, wet opening with increasing exertion. “Mmmm, that’s more like it,” she moaned, gyrating her hips against my face. Retracting my tongue from her deliciously wet pussy, I moved upwards, clamping my lips around her clit.   Tara purred with approval as I sucked her little pink bud, maneuvering my middle finger in between her moist folds and pushing deep inside.   Letting out a pleasured gasp, she lifted her leg and dug a heel into my back as I twisted my finger inside her.   With my lips locked around her fleshy pink button, I began sliding back and forth, fucking her pussy with short quick thrusts of my hand.   As Tara relinquished her grasp on my hair and assumed a more passive demeanor, I rotated my body in a clockwise direction bringing us halfway into a sixty-nine position.   Slipping my finger from her hot little hole, I sucked it into my mouth tasting her juices as I wet my digit with lubricating saliva.   With the new position giving me greater access, I resumed my oral endeavor, darting my tongue in and out of her little pink slit.   With Tara’s moaning increasing, she lifted her knees and I reached an arm over her leg, resting my forearm on the bed as I wiggled my finger back into the damp confines of her inviting pussy.   As my tongue danced across her swollen clit, I felt the sensual touch of her hand reaching between my legs. “Mmmm,” she purred, stroking her fingers down my ass, grazing the shaft of my rapidly expanding cock. “That didn’t take long.”   I wasn’t surprised in the slightest.   Eating pussy was always a sure-fire way of regaining my recently spent erections. “Get over here,” she said softly, enticing me to assume a full sixty-nine position.   I smiled to myself and immediately complied, my knees stepping their way towards her head before straddling her face, my dick dangling above her hungry mouth.   Feeling her full, firm breasts pressing against my stomach, I settled into place allowing my balls to descend into Tara’s waiting mouth.   The feeling of her soft lips pressing into my most sensitive area increased my arousal and I plunged back down between her legs, using my elbows to force her legs out wide.   Her French manicured nails dug into the flesh of my ass as her soft, wet tongue lapped at the backside of my balls, slowly trailing upwards.   As I removed my finger from her pussy, I replaced it with my mouth, ticking the inside of her hole with the tip of my wriggling tongue.   With Tara’s coaxing I moved downwards, my forehead pressing into the bed as I parted her rosy lips with mine before thrusting inside.   Eyeing her asshole with wanton desire, I moved my wet finger to her tight little opening and gently massaged it with firm circular motions before testing the tautness of her little muscular ring with careful probing thrusts.   A feeling of déjà vu swept over me as my dexterous fingertip wiggled its way into Tara’s inviting ass. I couldn’t begin to count the number of times we had shared the very same mutually pleasurable position eight years ago.   My former girlfriend had always loved to 69 with me on top, as it gave her full access to my ass.   “God, I miss this,” I moaned as I felt her nimble tongue working its way up from my tightly contracted balls over my smoothly shaved perineal strip. “Oh yeah?” she asked, her finger lightly stroking over my sensitive asshole. “What exactly do you miss?” Before I could answer, Tara roughly pulled my cheeks apart and stabbed her tongue into my ass. “Do you miss this?” she asked, her voice assuming an intensely provocative tone.   “Do you miss my tongue in your ass?” “Fuck yes!” I gasped, tossing my head back in ecstatic pleasure as she jammed her tongue back between my cheeks, assaulting my hole with forceful, wet, lashes. Reaching back, I pulled Tara’s head into my ass, encouraging her to continue her forceful licking.   Moaning in response, she delved deeper, her writhing, wet tongue stabbing shamelessly as she descended into a carnal state of absolute lust.   Neglecting her pussy, I pushed back, pressing my ass into her face and pinning her head against the bed.   After a few labored breathes, I resumed my composure and relented my forceful actions settling back into mutual sixty-nine as she let her mouth descend from my asshole back to my balls, sucking softly as she slowly stroked my cock with long, deliberate movements. “I want to lick you from behind,” I blurted out, lifting my leg and freeing Tara’s head from the confines of the straddling position. “Okay,” she responded with a knowing smile, quickly sitting up and moving into position on her hands and knees.    As I knelt behind my former girlfriend I paused to take in the erotic sight before me.   Situated in an enticing pose, Tara’s light red hair spilled down over her upper back, allowing a few slivers of lightly tanned skin to be visible before giving way to the shimmering black corset tightly hugging her torso and accentuating her luscious curves.   Beneath the transparent, black skirt hanging halfway down her ass, her thin black g-string was visible, nestled deep between her ample cheeks.   I licked my lips with desire as I moved into position behind her, lifting the light black skirt up, revealing the full form of her ass to my hungry eyes.   “You just want me like this so you can get a little ass action yourself,” Tara declared, casting me an accusing but playful look over her shoulder.   “Maybe…” I responded cryptically, leaning down and pressing my lips into her soft flesh as my hand traced the thin line of her g-string from around her hip down into the enticing crease formed by her juicy cheeks.   “Well,” she stated, wiggling her ass from side to side in a provocative manor.   “Quit fucking around and get in there!” Humored by her bluntness, I let out a brief, restrained laugh before peeling her black panties down over her supple cheeks, tugging as the thin fabric snapped free from between her fleshy globes. As the meager undergarment slipped down to her knees I placed both hands upon her, pushing her ass apart as she awaited the touch of my tongue on her freshly exposed asshole.   Then, peeling her cheeks apart, I stabbed at her ass with my adventurous tongue, feeling her tight hole reflexively clench to halt my sudden intrusion. Resting her head against the mattress, Tara arched her back and panted with her mouth agape as I lapped at her asshole, coating it with warm spit.   “Fuck Yesssss…..” she hissed, urgently pushing her ass back to meet my mouth, forcing my tongue inside her. One hand clutched at the bed sheets as her other hand suddenly appeared between her legs, rubbing back and forth over her clit with two slender fingers.   My tongue circled her asshole before trailing downwards as Tara moved her hand back, pushing her fingers up to the knuckle in her dripping, wet pussy.   Her wedding ring shimmered with wetness, sparkling in the dim light of the hotel room as she jabbed her middle and ring fingers in and out with deep, forceful thrusts.   As she felt my hungry mouth lightly touching her deeply embedded digits, she withdrew her glistening fingers, sliding them out along my outstretched tongue. As her fingertips slipped free, my lips enclosed them, sucking them clean of her sweet, sticky juices.   Returning her fingers to her clit, I licked my way back up Tara’s luscious ass, honing in on her enticing little star.   Encouraged by her gentle moaning, I dove back in, piercing her tightly closed opening with forceful, wet thrusts.   Her breath coming in forceful, panting gasps, she rubbed her clit with intense, circular motions.   Her pace quickened over the next minute, indicating an approaching orgasm as I continued tonguing Tara’s pulsing, tight asshole. “Mmm, I’m gonna cum,” she squealed as her body tensed and shuddered. My wet tongue filled her dark hole as she rutted back against me, forcing my face deep between her fleshy cheeks.   Letting out a long, drawn-out moan, Tara’s asshole clenched violently, expelling my invading tongue as her body tensed with orgasmic elation.   “Okay…” she sighed, letting her hips fall flat against the bed as she rolled to her side and looked back at me.   “You have to fuck me.   Now.” I smiled, slowly stroking my dick as I knelt before Tara’s prone body. “I think I can do that.” She smiled back at me, rolling over onto her back and kicking her underwear away as I moved into position, kneeling between her outstretched legs.   Tara purred with anticipation as I reached down, located her dewy entrance and guided myself inside. “Mmmm,” she moaned, reaching out to me as I rested my hips against her pelvis and lowered my naked body into hers. I felt the firm but soft pressure of her breasts against my bare chest as I placed a hand on either side of her head, propping myself up as I stared down into her lust-filled eyes.   Her fingernails grazed down my back, sending a ticklish shiver through my torso, before coming to rest on my ass.   As her sexy stare intensified, she dug her nails into my flesh, pulling my cock deeper into her insatiable pussy.   “God I love the way your dick feels inside me,” Tara gasped, eagerly raising her hips as she writhed underneath me. Pushing back against her clutching hands, I withdrew before plunging back in.   Letting out a series of soft gasps as my hips rose and fell repeatedly, Tara wrapped her legs tightly around my ass.   Gliding in and out of her hot, wet pussy with increasing speed, I lifted her legs up onto my shoulders in order to achieve deeper thrusts. “Mmmm,” Tara uttered, smiling at my new choice of position.   “I love getting fucked like this.” “I know,” I said, grasping her legs firmly, just above the ankles.   “I remember.” Her lush pussy juices coated my cock as I continued fucking Tara’s moist hole, my drenched balls striking her ass with every thrust. Feeling the sensation of my balls slapping against her sensitive little star, her eyes flashed with heated intensity and she reached out to grab hold of my wrist.   As she pulled my hand to her mouth, she parted her soft, pink lips and slid them down the length of my middle finger. “And just what do you want me to do with this?” I asked, grinning as she let my wet finger slip out of her gasping mouth. “I…think…you know…,” she answered, her words broken up my unremitting thrusts.   Driving my cock hard and keeping it planted deep inside her sweltering pussy, I reached down and let my wet fingers trail across the soft flesh of her ass before coming to rest at her tight anal opening. “Is this what you want?” I asked softly, massaging Tara’s asshole with spit covered fingers.   “Uh huh,” she answered, waiting patiently for my teasing fingertip to penetrate her tightly muscled ring. “Say it,” I ordered, smiling down at her as I tested the tautness of her pulsing hole with gentle prodding. Tara smiled up at me for a brief moment before her beaming expression turned to one of lustful intensity and she reached up to the back of my head and tightened her fingers around a handful of my hair.   “Stick your finger up my ass.” As soon as the words left her soft, pink lips I forcefully extended my finger, feeling her asshole clench around me reflexively as I slipped it deep into her smooth, pulsing tunnel. Tara let out a subtle gasp as she contracted around my invading digit, before gradually relaxing at the sensation of her holes being filled.   “Mmmm,” she purred as I resumed the slow, deliberate grinding of my hips, my finger now buried knuckle deep in her twitching asshole. With my finger inside her, I could feel my dick, as I began sliding it in and out once again.   Pressing up against the thin layer of tissue separating her two holes I felt the contours of my cock sliding over my wriggling fingertip.   Tara’s eyes closed in ecstasy and her mouth fell open as she reached down, pulling her ass cheeks wide to accommodate my thrusting finger. “Are you going to let me stick my dick up your ass too?” I asked, coordinating the grinding of my hips with the stabbing of my finger. “You fucking better,” she blurted back emphatically, her eyes flashing with carnal desire.   “Otherwise I wasted ten bucks on that bottle of lube for nothing.” I let out a laugh, humored by Tara’s blatant sexual demands before removing my finger from her ass and pushed both of her ankles up beside her ears.   Her pliable body now folded in half, I increased the depth of my thrusts, driving my cock deep with every forceful descent. Each time my hips slammed into the soft flesh of Tara’s ass, she let out a soft, audible gasp barely noticeable over the loud, wet slapping of our colliding bodies.   Leaning down to bring my face close to hers, I gazed into her fiery blue eyes and whispered to her. “Is that what you’ve been thinking about?” I asked. “Yesss,” she hissed, seething through gritted teeth. “All the time,” “How do you want me to do it?” I asked, prompting Tara to reveal more of her lurid thoughts. “From behind,” she answered quickly, panting with lust as her body shuddered with every stroke of my rigid cock.   “Mmm,” I moaned as I closed my eyes and imagined the sweet scene of my ex girlfriend on her hands and knees with my dick embedded deep in her ass.   “For the last…few…weeks…,” she continued, speaking in labored, breathy gasps. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about.” “Oh really?” I asked, encouraging her to continue. “Uh huh. Every morning I lay in bed thinking about it. I…think about you…putting me on my hands and knees and…” “And…?” I asked with a pleased smirk, briefly ceasing thrusting with my cock planted firmly inside her dripping wet pussy. “…and grabbing me by the hair…and fucking me hard in the ass.” Smiling down at her, I slowly released my grip on her ankles, sitting back and letting my dick slide free. “Bend over.” Tara flashed me an exuberant, sexy smile and promptly rolled over onto her stomach before arching her back and pushing her ass up into the air.   Her inviting pose beckoned to me as I stared down at her winking asshole, slick and glistening with the fluids of arousal. “Wait a second,” she said, halting my amorous advance. “Grab the lube from my purse.” Digging through the purse on the night table, I quickly located the small bottle. Turning back, I saw Tara’s face, pressed flat against the bed and smiling back at me as she reached back, lightly stroking one finger over her asshole as she buried two fingers of her other hand into her swollen, wet pussy.   “Gimme that,” she ordered, lifting her hand from her ass and reaching out in request of the container.   Handing it over, I inched my way closer and reached down, pulling Tara’s fingers out of her dripping wet hole.   As I leaned in, I sucked her fingers into my mouth before letting them free and rising back to my knees.   I soon replaced her probing fingers with my dick, sliding it back between her moistened lips and deep into the tempting confines of her warm, wet pussy.   “Mmmm,” she moaned, feeling my length slide into her as my hips butted forcefully against her supple ass. My hands gripping her soft cheeks, I withdrew and slammed back with a stronger, hard stroke, causing her to lurch forward before driving her ass back against me. Repeating my thrusting with increasing rapidity, I gradually decreased my length of my strokes to short rapid jabs as Tara flipped open the cap on the lubricant with shaking hands.   Treating her to a firm, jolting slap, I brought my hand down hard, sending quivering ripples through her fleshy cheeks. “Oooh,” she cooed, overturning the bottle and drizzling the clear, slippery liquid into her upward facing palm.   “That’s what I like.” “Yeah,” I let out, allowing my hand to linger, grasping her supple flesh with clutching fingers. “I remember.” “Then you probably remember I like it a lot harder than that,” she countered, reaching back with lube-covered fingers to slide her dexterous digits between her plump cheeks and slathering her pulsing asshole with clear, wet liquid.   In compliance to Tara’s request, I gave another untamed strike, causing her to toss her head back with gratification as she felt my hand crash into her ass with a loud, reverberating ‘slap’. “Mmmm,” she moaned, sinking her fingertip into her tight, little ass. “That’s more like it.”   Pushing her ass cheeks wide, I gazed down and continued my assault as I witnessed her thin finger vanish within the tight, clutching embrace of her quivering asshole.   One more firm slap and I reached out and closed my fist around a handful of Tara’s soft, red hair. “Yessss,” she exclaimed, relishing in the roughness as she felt her head yanked back by my forceful tug.   Panting with lust, Tara jammed another finger into her tiny hole as I pushed her head down into the bed, driving my cock hard into her backside. “God I want to fuck your ass so bad!” I groaned, releasing her hair and digging my fingers hard into her fleshy cheeks.   “Do it,” she snapped back, reaching her hands back and pulling her cheeks even wider. “Now. Fuck my asshole!” Trembling with desire, I eased my cock out of Tara’s dripping wet pussy and grasped it firmly around the shaft.   “Go slow,” she warned, feeling my slippery wet cock head butting against her glistening star.   “I know, I know,” I muttered, carefully pressing my dick into her slowly opening hole. Tara moaned and played with her pussy as she felt her asshole gradually expand to admit my pulsating cock.   I could see her fingertips moving in small circles over her clit as my wet shaft gradual disappeared into the clenching confines of her eager anal opening.   Slick with lubricant, her smooth tunnel hugged my dick as I began inching back and forth inside her.   “Fuck yes!” she gasped, her ass gradually relaxing to accommodate my sinking shaft.   “Go deeper.” In compliance with her obscene demands, I pushed harder, gripping her hips and forcing myself further into her hungry butt.   With my cock firmly embedded deep within the warm embrace of Tara’s insatiable asshole, she pushed back against me, swallowing up the remainder of my slippery pole and butting her pliable cheeks against me. “Mmmm, how does that feel?” she asked softly, grinding her ass against me before moving forward and sliding her tautly stretched hole up and down my throbbing cock. “Fuck yes,” I uttered, staring down captivated as Tara wiggled her tantalizing ass, producing a deliciously dirty scene before my lustful eyes.   “Good,” she purred, smiling back at me as she arched her back.   “Now fuck me.” With her hips now motionless, I resumed gentle thrusts, resting my hand on her back as I slid in and out with deep, slow strokes.   “Mmm, I love seeing you like this,” I moaned, fucking Tara’s asshole with increasing determination. “On your hands and knees with my cock in your ass.” “Mmmm…,” Tara reciprocated, reaching back between her legs to gently squeeze my balls.   “…and I love being on my hands and knees with your cock in my ass.” The sensation of her nimble fingers caressing my balls, urged me on and I began stabbing her tight little hole with shorter, quicker strokes.   Tara’s eyes closed shut with blissful delight and her fingers travelled back to her swollen clit in search of her second orgasm of the night. “How…may cocks have been in this tight little asshole?” I asked, my arousal growing with each lurid word that spilled from Tara’s gasping mouth. “J…Just two,” she muttered, her voice now dripping with apprehension. Sensing her reluctance, I brought my hand down hard with a spirited ‘slap’ and plunged deep into her tightly stretched ass.   “Who were they?” I asked, sinking to the hilt inside her hot, clenching hole.   “One…one was my…husband,” she panted softly, her face flushing red with carnal emotion. “And the other one?” I asked, my hand sliding down her arched back over the soft, sheer material comprising the back of her corset.   Sensing my intrigue, and realizing that her confession would only heighten my arousal, Tara looked back and flashed me a naughty smile. “It..it was a guy I met at a bar,” she said, her upper body pressed flat against the bed in a subservient, sexy pose. “It was the night we broke up.” “Tell me about it,” I ordered calmly as I reached down and picked up the bottle of lubricant. “He had been buying me drinks all night…,” she continued, as I opened the bottle and began to drizzle a small amount down into the crease of Tara’s ass. “We talked and danced for a while…,” As she continued her sordid tale, I watched the lube form a thin, shimmering rivulet as it trickled down between her cheeks before dividing in two to encircle the shaft of my deeply implanted dick. “Uh huh…” I said, squeezing out a few more droplets along the base my cock, withdrawing slowly in order to coat more of my length with the slippery liquid.   “We started making out,” she continued, her voice rising in volume as she felt my dick plunging back inside her tight little ass. “And then…he asked me to go out to his car.” Her breathing grew more erratic and her fingers continued rubbing her clit as she continued talking, her sentences braking with every stroke of my pulsing cock. “As…ugh….As soon as we got to his…car…ugh…I pulled his pants down…and started…” “What?” I asked firmly, reaching down and grabbing a handful of her sweaty, tangled hair. “I sucked his dick,” she blurted out in between lusty, panting gasps. “Then…he…bent me over…and fucked me from behind.” Holding her head pressed into the bed, I listened carefully as I worked my cock in and out with diminishing restraint. “Then…,” she whimpered in a labored, anxious tone. “I told him to fuck me in the ass.” “Did he fuck like this?” I asked, pulling her head back, and slapping her ass hard, leaving a glowing, red imprint on her quivering cheek.   “Yes,” Tara squealed, bucking her ass back against my cock. “He fucked me just like…Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” Losing her last vestiges of restraint, she shamelessly pushed back against me as her asshole convulsed around my thrusting shaft. As she let out a savage series of squeals and groans she brought forth an exhilarating orgasm that wracked every inch of her sweaty, shaking body. I smiled with contentment as I let go of Tara’s hair and resumed treating her tight little tunnel to a series of deliberate, long strokes. Her breathing now heavy and labored, she raised herself up onto her hands, her arms still trembling from her lingering climax. “I’m going to cum soon,” I proclaimed, quickening my thrusts as I held her hips solidly in place. “Don’t cum in my ass,” she warned, looking back at me with a glowing, post-orgasmic expression.   “Cum in my mouth.” I nodded, feeling the rush of my impending orgasm. As much as Tara had always loved anal sex, she hated having cum in her ass. “Did that other guy cum in your ass?” I asked, referring back to her sexy story. “No,” she answered, still panting with lust.   “He…shoved his cock into my mouth and I sucked him until he came.” As Tara’s kinky confession brought me to the point of no return, I hastily unsheathed my wet cock from her twitching asshole and struggled up to my feet, my legs straining to maintain a standing position on the unstable, pliable mattress.   With a crazed look of sexual excitement flashing in her eyes, Tara spun around raised herself up on her knees. As my hand pumped furiously, she eyed my pulsing cock with hunger and extended her tongue out of her open mouth in a lewd manor, awaiting my creamy white load. Her subservient position pulled me over the edge and I gripped my shaft, holding it tightly as I aimed my dick towards her outstretched tongue. Easing my grip, I tensed the muscles in my pelvis as the unexplainable feeling of orgasm raced through me. My cock swelled and my balls tightened violently as I began showering her open mouth with stream after stream of hot, sticky cum.   Tara closed her eyes and moaned with satisfaction as she felt the warm liquid spattering her waiting tongue.   Clutching my twitching cock, I squeezed out a final drop as she opened her eyes and pulled her cum covered tongue back into her mouth, swallowing her second load of the evening.   “Mmmm,” she purred softly, licking her lips as she reached out to grab my dick. “Did I mention how much I love your cum?” “I seem to remember something along those lines,” I answered as she pressed her soft lips against the flushed head of my wilting cock and sucking any remaining droplets into her mouth. Unable to cope with the increased post-climax sensitivity, I pulled away from Tara’s smiling mouth and collapsed onto the bed in a flushed, panting heap. “I’m actually surprised,” I said, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead as she crawled up beside me.   “You only had two orgasms that entire time.   You used to be able to have five or six at once.” “Well,” she said, sitting up on the bed. “I guess I’m just taking my time. After all, we have all night.” I laughed, my chest still heaving from the marathon session we had just completed. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to go all night,” I warned, taking a deep breath and letting it out in an exaggerated sigh.   “I’m pretty spent.” “Well, you better grab another drink then champ,” Tara said with a smile.   Because we have eight years to make up for.” I shook my head, astounded at my ex’s sexual insatiability.   “Where are you going?” I asked, watching her walking across the room with a satisfied saunter. “I’m going to have a shower,” she stated without turning back. “You’re welcome to join me if you like.” As she reached the bathroom door, Tara stopped and threw me a suggestive glance over her shoulder. “Someone’s been a very dirty girl.”   The End