My slut ex-wife

Hope nervously paced the ground floor, waiting for
John, wondering if she would regret her agreement with
Tom. She loved Tom and very much wanted to please him,
but she had never shared her body with another since
their marriage and worried about the consequences for
their marriage.

Yet, after much discussion and mutual reassurances,
both Hope and Tom had begun to feel an unequaled sense
of anticipation… of excitement. Now they had only to
hope the careful selection of John as a partner would
not be regretted.

Hope turned as she heard slow, solid footsteps approach
behind her. She looked up into John’s smiling face, his
eyes dancing with light.

“You sure you want this?” he said as he brushed Hope’s
hair from her face.

“An agreement is an agreement,” Hope smiled as she
pressed the elevator signal “UP.”

Hope’s heartbeat began to quicken as she pressed the
elevator button for the eighth floor. She quickly wiped
away a narrow line of sweat upon her upper lip and
hoped John would not notice as the elevator began to
rise.

John smiled and Hope felt drawn to the lively crinkles
around his eyes as he did so. John was well built, at
least eight inches taller than Hope and she wondered if
he liked short women. She asked him his feelings and
John responded, “You’re not short. You’re petite.” They
both laughed.

John smiled again and reached across the elevator to
pull her closer to him. His hands caressed her breasts
and suddenly his hands grasped her narrow waist,
lifting her and bracing her against the elevator wall
as he pressed his body against her. As John’s warm
mouth covered her lips, his tongue darting back and
forth, Hope felt his hardened dick shove into her
crotch. She gasped for breath as the elevator door
opened and John lowered her to the floor. Hope’s legs
felt weak and John caught her arm to help her from the
elevator. He again smiled, as if knowing every thought
in her mind.

As if knowing Hope felt frightened but already very
turned-on…

Hope opened the apartment door to a darkened room. As
her eyes adjusted to the dark, Hope reviewed the
agreement in her mind. Tom would wait in the spare
bedroom until Hope’s signal for him to enter the master
bedroom. She felt nervous as she took John’s hand and
led him into the bedroom. John accepted a glass of
wine, sipped it, keeping his eyes constantly upon Hope.

Hope sipped her wine, swallowing its sweet/bitter
taste, gazing at John and wondering what the hell to do
next. John lifted that burden as easily as he had
lifted her in the elevator. He lowered his wine glass
to the nightstand with a “ting”, reached for Hope’s
glass, lowered it in the same manner, and stared deeply
into her eyes as he began unbuttoning her blouse. “It’s
going to be okay, you know,” he whispered. With amazing
ease, John unhooked Hope’s bra and dropped both blouse
and bra to the floor. He lowered his head, taking her
nipple and part of her breast into his mouth, gently
sucking as he proceeded to unzip her slacks. John
sucked more urgently at Hope, then stopped and bent to
ease her slacks over each foot. He gently pressed Hope
back upon the bed and ran his tongue along her panty
line, kneading her thighs with his strong hands until
she moaned.

Hope was tempted to lose herself to the incredible
sensations she was experiencing but realized it was
time to proceed with the agreement. She quietly called
Tom’s name, hoping that her voice was strong enough for
him to hear her. As she began to think something was
wrong, Tom soundlessly entered the room and eased
himself into a chair across from the bed. Hope dazedly
looked at Tom; he was dressed only in the jeans she
always loved watching his sweet ass move within.

Hope and Tom smiled at each other while John continued
to kiss and lick Hope’s increasingly hot skin. Tom
nodded his consent at the question in Hope’s eyes.
“Enjoy yourself,” he said. “I want you to get off.
That’s what this is really all about.”

John diplomatically deafened himself and increased his
exploration of Hope’s body. He lifted Hope’s hips,
pulling her panties down her legs and letting them fall
upon the floor. The mere brushing of the fabric against
her legs seemed to accentuate Hope’s physical
sensitivity.

“I’ve never had a redhead before. I want to eat you,”
John whispered as he lowered his face into Hope’s
pussy. “I love the way you shaved your lips for
me….and you’re so very wet,” he said as he thrust his
tongue inside her.

Hope gasped as John pulled her lips apart and sucked
her clit. John’s moustache abrased the tip of her clit
until Hope thought she would climax immediately. Her
breathing increased and she became even more
lightheaded. Suddenly she felt guilty and wondered if
this intense pleasure might be beyond the terms of the
agreement. Hope quickly pushed John’s mouth away,
breathing, “I don’t want to come yet.”

John looked quizzically at her but nodded. He resumed
gently tonguing her, darting in and out, then teasing
her with a circular motion, then arousing her with
long, hot, lapping motions. Hope’s eyes repeatedly
fluttered open and closed, wavering from John to Tom
and from Tom to John. How do they feel, she wondered as
John reached under her and pulled her hips off of the
bed and closer to his face.

He slowly curled her legs and buttocks toward her head
and his hot tongue licked, then entered her asshole.
Hope gasped with pleasure and looked to see if Tom was
upset. Instead, she found that Tom had removed his
jeans and was intently watching while he stroked his
penis.

In her mind, Hope floated in immense pleasure and began
to wonder what it would feel like to touch John’s
skin… to touch his hard, throbbing dick. She rolled
over on her side, reached for him and grasped his thick
shaft in one fist. Its tip was wet with excitement and
Hope licked it off, pleased with the evidence of his
arousal.

She ran her tongue around the head of his penis, then
gently sucked along its length until its entire length
filled her throat. Hope again looked at Tom for
approval, receiving it with the flushed and eager look
upon his face.

Hope continued to suck John’s dick as he grew larger
and thicker. She wrapped her finger and thumb tightly
around the base of his shaft to help him prolong his
pleasure. John raised Hope’s face in his hands and
huskily whispered, “I want to fuck you now.”

Hope’s confidence began to grow and John allowed her to
lower him on his back upon the bed. She sucked his dick
harder as he twisted to the side to finger-fuck her.
Hope could no longer wait — she pulled away from
John’s hand and climbed upon him, lowering herself
slowly at first. As John told her, “You’re unbelievably
tight.”

Hope thrust herself rapidly downward.

John’s arms locked around her back, then his hands
lifted her hair from her sweaty neck, and his tongue
licked the salt away. Hope’s skin seemed on fire and
she lowered her body until her nipples brushed against
John’s gleaming chest. As if on cue, John’s hands
grasped Hope’s breasts, squeezing tight until she
thought she would cry out.

Hope continued to ride back and forth upon John until
he said, “Sit up so I can look at you.” Hope obeyed and
began to pump herself violently up and down until her
climax was finally inevitable. She whispered, “I can’t
hold off any longer. Can you come with me?” John’s
verbal answer was too late a response….he drove
himself up into Hope with a ferocity that stabbed him
against the very top of her and both Hope and John
exploded with an urgency neither had ever experienced
before.

As Hope lay in John’s arms, listening to the pace of
his heart gradually slow, she sensed a presence at the
bedside. She groggily lifted her head to see Tom
standing with his hardened dick dripping on the sheets.
“It’s my turn now,” he said. Hope searched for anger or
pain in his voice, and finding none, turned over on her
back. John slid off the other side of the bed and
quietly moved over to the chair.

Hope licked Tom’s dripping dick and smiled gently,
inviting him into the bed. Tom lowered himself to one
knee, turned Hope over onto her stomach and slapped her
ass with one sharp smack. “You’re a very bad girl,” he
said playfully. “You’re a dirty girl and you need to be
cleaned up.” With that Tom stretched across the bed on
his back, pulling Hope up over him until her pussy was
aligned with his mouth.

Slowly, slowly John’s cum began to drip into Tom’s
mouth. He swallowed and began to lick Hope’s lips and
clit, eagerly tasting the musky juices produced by Hope
and John’s coupling.

Hope slid sensuously backward, thrusting her tongue
into Tom’s waiting mouth, tasting with him the
multitude of mingling juices as their tongues
intertwined. Hope raised upright and, locking eyes with
Tom, slowly drizzled spit into his mouth and then
lunged forward to lick off the excess.

Tom quickly moved Hope to his side, her face pressed
against the mattress. He kneeled between her legs,
pulling them apart and thrusting his tongue into her
asshole. “You’re not quite ready yet,” he said and he
spat upon his forefinger and gently urged her tight
asshole wider.

As Hope began to relax, Tom inserted another finger,
then another, until he could ease the head of his
pulsing dick inside her. Hope moaned and lifted her
buttocks slightly until the angle of Tom’s dick was
just right. Tom signaled to John to join them and,
foregoing the agreement, both began to touch Hope
simultaneously.

Tom raised Hope backwards by her shoulders while John
slid under her, his legs spread wide to accommodate
Hope’s hips. John surprised Hope by driving his dick up
into her quickly, relishing the sensation of spreading
her core apart as he did so. Hope began to feel some
panic at first, with two dicks inside her at the same
time. Tom immediately sensed her fear and began to
stroke her back slowly, comforting her with loving and
encouraging words until she began to calm. Gradually,
Hope began to move slowly with both men while Tom held
her hips and John held her waist. Their motion began to
quicken as glistening dicks moved in and out, in and
out of Hope’s receiving holes.

It again came as a surprise when Hope climaxed first.
She had always thought of such an experience as likely
to be painful and unpleasant. It had therefore never
been part of the agreement. Strangely, however, Hope
felt a satisfaction and completion she had never
imagined. The sensation of both men moving inside of
her in tandem launched an orgasmic explosion none of
them had anticipated.

Bodies eventually reluctantly disengaged and tumbled
out of bed. As Tom showered, Hope walked John to the
door. They gave each other a long, deep goodnight kiss.
Warm, engulfing hugs, nuzzles, and sleepily, peaceful
smiles were exchanged.

Then Hope slowly walked back down the hall to the
bedroom, dripping cum from both holes with each stride.

After Tom cleaned up her tonight, she would sleep a
wonderful sleep. That, after all, was part of the
agreement.

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