his cargo shorts and boxers.
He took his huge cock in his hand, standing there where we could watch ourselves and each other in the mirror. He started stroking himself, and now I moaned. Watching him touch himself like that was unbelievable.
I pushed Big Ed into myself harder, faster, fucking myself while I watched him stroke himself. He stood there, jerking himself off, getting off watching me, while I watched his incredible arms and chest as he worked his huge cock.
Holy shit, he was beautiful. And I got to fuck him.
I pumped my vibrator in and out of myself, getting off watching him get off. Aaron pumped faster and faster, his chest and arm flexed and hard. Finally he cried out, threw his head back, and came. Hard. Watching his explosion set off one of my own, and I moaned as I came again.
I hadn’t noticed, but he’d strategically positioned himself so that our pile of clothes caught the arc of his cum. Thoughtful.
We both collapsed back on the bed, spent.
“Thanks for the show,” he said. I turned my head to see him smiling at me.
“That was quite a performance yourself, sir,” I smiled back.
We lay there, enjoying the silence, for quite a while. Not feeling the need to talk, or cuddle, or run away. Just enjoying the euphoria of good sex.
Eventually, I stood up and headed into my bathroom. After a few minutes, I heard him in the main bathroom. I came out and rummaged through the clothes on the floor. My blouse had caught his stream. I laughed, shaking my head. I walked out of the bedroom, still naked, to take it and throw it in the washing machine downstairs to soak.
As I walked down the hallway, naked, examining the shirt, I suddenly looked up… into Scott’s astonished face.
“Scott!” I shrieked. “What the hell are you doing here?! I thought we agreed you’d call before you came over!” I tried to cover myself with the blouse as best I could.
Aaron came tearing out of the bathroom, still completely naked, too.
“What the hell’s going on?” he said aggressively.
“I don’t know,” said Scott angrily, “What the hell is going on?”
“Scott, wait here,” I said sharply. I turned around and walked back into my bedroom, not caring if my ex-husband got an eyeful of my bare ass.
Aaron followed me in and shut the door. “The ex?” he asked, concerned.
“Yes, but don’t worry. He’s harmless,” I explained as I threw on panties, khakis, and a bra and t-shirt.
Aaron snorted. “You don’t have to tell me that,” he said. “That guy gives a whole new meaning to the word ‘doughy’.” I realized how right Aaron was. While I had endeavored to eat right and stay in shape, Scott’s favorite hobbies involved drinking cheap beer, eating fast food, and riding a four-wheeler, a snowmobile, or the couch. He wasn’t exactly athletic. I kind of hoped that Scott had gotten an eyeful of Aaron. Not just to make him jealous, but maybe to show him what a man could look like undressed. For my kids’ sake, I wanted Scott to live a long, healthy life… without me.
“Aaron, would you do me a favor and just wait in here while I get rid of him?”
“Sure, Lyssa. Whatever you want. I know you can take care of yourself,” he grinned down at me.
“Thanks.” I left the bedroom, closing the door behind me, and headed into the kitchen, suspecting that was where I’d find Scott. I was right. He’d even gotten himself a cup of coffee.
“Hey, Scott, make yourself at home, why don’t you?” I said irritably.
“This is my home too – ” he cut himself off as I raised my eyebrows. It had taken him less than two days to pack everything he wanted and move out. He hadn’t even taken any photos of the kids to his new place, or photos of his own family. I’d packed his parents’ wedding photo, though, in a box I’d handed him to put in his truck.
Slamming the coffee mug down on the counter, he hissed, “Who is that? A friend of Kyle’s?”
“What? No! Don’t be an idiot, Scott.
He took his huge cock in his hand, standing there where we could watch ourselves and each other in the mirror. He started stroking himself, and now I moaned. Watching him touch himself like that was unbelievable.
I pushed Big Ed into myself harder, faster, fucking myself while I watched him stroke himself. He stood there, jerking himself off, getting off watching me, while I watched his incredible arms and chest as he worked his huge cock.
Holy shit, he was beautiful. And I got to fuck him.
I pumped my vibrator in and out of myself, getting off watching him get off. Aaron pumped faster and faster, his chest and arm flexed and hard. Finally he cried out, threw his head back, and came. Hard. Watching his explosion set off one of my own, and I moaned as I came again.
I hadn’t noticed, but he’d strategically positioned himself so that our pile of clothes caught the arc of his cum. Thoughtful.
We both collapsed back on the bed, spent.
“Thanks for the show,” he said. I turned my head to see him smiling at me.
“That was quite a performance yourself, sir,” I smiled back.
We lay there, enjoying the silence, for quite a while. Not feeling the need to talk, or cuddle, or run away. Just enjoying the euphoria of good sex.
Eventually, I stood up and headed into my bathroom. After a few minutes, I heard him in the main bathroom. I came out and rummaged through the clothes on the floor. My blouse had caught his stream. I laughed, shaking my head. I walked out of the bedroom, still naked, to take it and throw it in the washing machine downstairs to soak.
As I walked down the hallway, naked, examining the shirt, I suddenly looked up… into Scott’s astonished face.
“Scott!” I shrieked. “What the hell are you doing here?! I thought we agreed you’d call before you came over!” I tried to cover myself with the blouse as best I could.
Aaron came tearing out of the bathroom, still completely naked, too.
“What the hell’s going on?” he said aggressively.
“I don’t know,” said Scott angrily, “What the hell is going on?”
“Scott, wait here,” I said sharply. I turned around and walked back into my bedroom, not caring if my ex-husband got an eyeful of my bare ass.
Aaron followed me in and shut the door. “The ex?” he asked, concerned.
“Yes, but don’t worry. He’s harmless,” I explained as I threw on panties, khakis, and a bra and t-shirt.
Aaron snorted. “You don’t have to tell me that,” he said. “That guy gives a whole new meaning to the word ‘doughy’.” I realized how right Aaron was. While I had endeavored to eat right and stay in shape, Scott’s favorite hobbies involved drinking cheap beer, eating fast food, and riding a four-wheeler, a snowmobile, or the couch. He wasn’t exactly athletic. I kind of hoped that Scott had gotten an eyeful of Aaron. Not just to make him jealous, but maybe to show him what a man could look like undressed. For my kids’ sake, I wanted Scott to live a long, healthy life… without me.
“Aaron, would you do me a favor and just wait in here while I get rid of him?”
“Sure, Lyssa. Whatever you want. I know you can take care of yourself,” he grinned down at me.
“Thanks.” I left the bedroom, closing the door behind me, and headed into the kitchen, suspecting that was where I’d find Scott. I was right. He’d even gotten himself a cup of coffee.
“Hey, Scott, make yourself at home, why don’t you?” I said irritably.
“This is my home too – ” he cut himself off as I raised my eyebrows. It had taken him less than two days to pack everything he wanted and move out. He hadn’t even taken any photos of the kids to his new place, or photos of his own family. I’d packed his parents’ wedding photo, though, in a box I’d handed him to put in his truck.
Slamming the coffee mug down on the counter, he hissed, “Who is that? A friend of Kyle’s?”
“What? No! Don’t be an idiot, Scott.
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