Sex with the Ex
When I first got divorced, I couldn't have been happier about it – or at least that's what I told my girlfriends. The truth was that while it was probably for the best overall that I'd split up with Ken, I definitely missed our sexual chemistry. We'd been together a long time, and I'd almost forgotten how good sex with him was, but a few disappointing hookups in the months following our divorce reminded me in a hurry.
We still lived in the same city, so every once in a while I'd run into Ken out on the town. One night, we ran into each other at a bar, and instead of arguing like we usually did, we ended up talking about the good old days and laughing our asses off. Before long, we were back at his place, making out like newlyweds.
Ken kissed his way down my neck to my breasts, nibbling slightly now and again as he went along. When he got to my clit, he vividly demonstrated why I missed him so much: I've never met another guy who really knows how to give head. With other guys, it's OK and I appreciate the effort, but with Ken it's at least three orgasms, every time, guaranteed.
On this night, I lost count of how many times I came. At that point, I was just focused on how much I wanted to feel his cock deep inside me.
Without saying a word, I rolled over and began rubbing my clit. Ken knows what it means when I roll over and stick my butt in the air: I want it from behind, and I want it now. Kneeling on the bed behind me, Ken slowly slid his thick cock inside my pussy. With long, even strokes, he gradually built up the intensity until his balls were slapping against my clit with each thrust.
It didn't turn out to be make-up sex, and we haven't spent another night with each other again since, but that's OK. If it's the last time we hook up, at least we went out with a bang.