Gramps
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My EX & I. free porn video
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 sleep. 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 asleep. Instead of her usual routine of going right to sleep, 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 whisper in my ear about being taken by another man, how he would stretch her out because he was so thick. I responded immediately by getting rock hard in her hand. Her eyes opened in surprise. She inquired with great astonishment, “Really?”
Even though I had just finished only moments before, I was rigid again and climbing on top of her. “Tell me all about it,” I said. And to my great surprise, she did. I went at it with a frantic pace, almost wild as she talked me through her expectations. It took me forever, but I came again.
The next week she told me she had to do some shopping in town and that she should be back in a few hours. I didn’t think too much about it because this was part of our normal routine. Looking back I should have thought something was up because she wore her short jean skirt and her high heels; not her normal shopping attire.
She got home about three hours later. Her hair was slightly blown, like she had been in a wind storm. It took a minute before I realized she didn’t have any shopping bags.
“I thought you were going shopping?” I casually noted.
“I got what I went looking for,” she smirked back at me and waited for me to catch on. I attribute it to an off day but I didn’t catch on until she pointed between her legs and raised her eyebrows.
I was instantly hard again and came up to her. “You did it?”
“You said it was OK. Now take it upstairs while it’s still hot and wet.”
We were naked before we made it to the top of the stairs. We jumped in bed eager for each other. I moved above her and she guided me with her hand, stroking and teasing. I lowered onto her and positioned myself to enter her.
“I want you to feel how wet and open I am,” she moaned to me.
With that I felt the wetness on the tip and gave a small push, expecting to go partway in. Instead I sunk balls deep into her. I’d never felt her so creamy and wet. The frantic pace returned to me and I was like a possessed a****l. Adding to the fire, she gave me a running commentary which almost seemed surreal. I started to cum and she responded by growling, “Yes, that’s it. Add your cum to his and fill me up.”
In our post copulation time on the bed, she was tentative but not withholding. “You want me to see him again? Because if you do, I want to see him again.” I looked at her with a pleasant surprise because she had never indicated this might be something she was up for. “I’ll take that as a yes, so get ready to do this again.”
One night she came home and crawled in bed while I was asleep. Instead of her usual routine of going right to sleep, 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 whisper in my ear about being taken by another man, how he would stretch her out because he was so thick. I responded immediately by getting rock hard in her hand. Her eyes opened in surprise. She inquired with great astonishment, “Really?”
Even though I had just finished only moments before, I was rigid again and climbing on top of her. “Tell me all about it,” I said. And to my great surprise, she did. I went at it with a frantic pace, almost wild as she talked me through her expectations. It took me forever, but I came again.
The next week she told me she had to do some shopping in town and that she should be back in a few hours. I didn’t think too much about it because this was part of our normal routine. Looking back I should have thought something was up because she wore her short jean skirt and her high heels; not her normal shopping attire.
She got home about three hours later. Her hair was slightly blown, like she had been in a wind storm. It took a minute before I realized she didn’t have any shopping bags.
“I thought you were going shopping?” I casually noted.
“I got what I went looking for,” she smirked back at me and waited for me to catch on. I attribute it to an off day but I didn’t catch on until she pointed between her legs and raised her eyebrows.
I was instantly hard again and came up to her. “You did it?”
“You said it was OK. Now take it upstairs while it’s still hot and wet.”
We were naked before we made it to the top of the stairs. We jumped in bed eager for each other. I moved above her and she guided me with her hand, stroking and teasing. I lowered onto her and positioned myself to enter her.
“I want you to feel how wet and open I am,” she moaned to me.
With that I felt the wetness on the tip and gave a small push, expecting to go partway in. Instead I sunk balls deep into her. I’d never felt her so creamy and wet. The frantic pace returned to me and I was like a possessed a****l. Adding to the fire, she gave me a running commentary which almost seemed surreal. I started to cum and she responded by growling, “Yes, that’s it. Add your cum to his and fill me up.”
In our post copulation time on the bed, she was tentative but not withholding. “You want me to see him again? Because if you do, I want to see him again.” I looked at her with a pleasant surprise because she had never indicated this might be something she was up for. “I’ll take that as a yes, so get ready to do this again.”
Elouise
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