“Can you just drop the kids things at my house when you're in town? It's really out of my way to get over to your place.” Our kids were spending the summer with their grandparents. I was planning on picking up kids the following weekend and my ex kept making excuses why she couldn't drop our kids' things in my shed. It had been a few years since we divorced and while it had been quite contentious, we had fallen into a civil routine.

“I know I was supposed to get the kids things to you. I've just been super busy. Just come over and grab their things. Would you like me to cook you dinner in the nude to make up for it?”

Taken aback, in a joking tone I said, “Alexandra, one nude chefing wouldn't make up for all that's been done. I'd accept a nude meal as recompense for maybe a month worth of pain and suffering.”

“Martin, if that's what it takes to get us in the same room together, fine. I'll take that as a yes. I'm making some Italian stir fry. I'll see you after work.” Before getting a chance to respond, the line went dead.

I knew she was joking. I knew she was joking, but all day I still couldn't help thinking about her breasts. They were her best feature and also the first thing that became off limits when our relationship went sour. Alright, alright, I'll just go over and pick up the stuff. Call her bluff and then leave.

‘I'm here’ I texted when I pulled into her driveway.

‘Doors unlocked.’

My apprehension was palpable as I entered the doorway and pulled the door shut. “Hello?”

“Come on up!”

Rounding the top of the stairs, there was my ex. Back to me. The skin of her back showing, no bra. Wearing an apron and panties. ‘So not nude…’ I thought. I suppose I needed to play along a bit.

The next half hour was tame. Talking about the kids and general small talk while she finished cooking. She brought the food to the living room and we sat at the coffee table. After a few minutes I said, “So I get it. I didn't expect you to go through with it, but you know this doesn't count as being in the nude.” I put a veggie in my mouth and chewed. Alexandra paused for a moment and pulled the apron over her head.

Her breasts were still amazing. Her pink nipples were hard. She put a veggie in her mouth and chewed.

“I hope you don't mind if I stare a bit. You know, to make up for the lost time,” I said.

“Fair is fair.”

The small talk continued. Every once in a while, I'd noticeably look from her face to her breasts to make her uncomfortable. She'd fluster and I'd look back to her eyes.

“It's harder than I thought. Restraining myself from touching them.” I said during a lull in the conversation.

“No one is stopping you,” Alexandra said softly. Not for the first time I thought that maybe I wasn't calling her bluffs, she was calling mine.

I put my fork down and slid beside her. I waited for her to pull away, but she didn't. My hand moved up and cupped her breast. It more than filled my entire hand. A gasp released from her lips and her eyes closed. When I brought my other hand up and lightly squeezed her other nipple, she bit her lip, and moved her hand to my leg. I'm not sure which one of us moved first, but our mouths found each other. It had the passion of our first time but I knew just what to do to drive her crazy.

My mouth went to her neck and earlobes. A hand slid to her ass and squeezed. When her hand moved to my hardening cock, I moved my other hand between her legs and found her clit. “Oh my god, yes. I've wanted this for so long…but this isn't fair!” She quickly removed my shirt and pants and what little remained of her clothing. My cock was so hard and when she took me in her mouth my body shuddered. Her hair fell down and tickled my legs as her head bobbed up and down. She looked up and into my eyes. Without a word, before I could object… as if I could…she threw a leg across me and slid me into her slit. She was so wet, my entire shaft slid smoothly in, and our waists pressed together. She leaned into me, stiffened, and moaned loudly climaxing.

One the things I missed most about sex with Alexandra were her orgasms. She could orgasm over and over again. If I told her to, she would hold it and let the tension build and build. And that was fun on occasion. But not tonight. Tonight I commanded to cum. I wanted her to lose track.

“Cum for me…” “I…I.. just did…” she panted between thrusts. “Cum again.”

Every time she tensed and released a long breath, I knew another orgasm had rocked her body. Once I felt her body relax I'd begin thrusting again. After a few moments, “Cum for me… good girl.”

When I lost track of time and she lost track of orgasms, I was shoved to the bed and she hopped on top of me, “Now your turn. Cum.” “Where?” “In me. Don't worry, I'm on birth control.” “...I don't think I quite ready for that…” “Then anywhere…” “Your mouth…” I knew she hated it. She never let me cum in her mouth while we were together. But without hesitation, she pulled me out of her slit, and took me into her mouth. She worked quickly, moaning on my cock. I let the moment take me and I quickly was getting close. “I'm gonna cum…”

“Cum…cum…” she said between bobs. I shot into her mouth at least three times. I could tell she was unaccustomed to it, because after the first swallow it began leaking out her mouth and she made shocked noises. But she had taken it. “It makes my mouth tingly…” She reached for a towel and handed to me to clean off with. “I'm glad you came over. The evening was definitely not what I expected, but I'm fine with how it did go. Does this mean I can finally use the hot tub?”

-If you liked this and would like to hear how the hot tub went, let me know!