One-on-One Fun with My Ex: Part 2
About a month has passed since I last saw my ex. She had asked me to drive her to a girls' night out event, where she was supposed to meet her friends. To my surprise, she didn't need anyone to babysit her this time since she had already given the responsibility to her friend for the night.
I showed up to pick her up at the designated spot, only to find her waiting in the parking lot. The moment I saw her, I could tell that this wasn't your typical girls' night out. She was wearing a light jacket, a mini skirt, and a thin blouse--something telling me this wouldn't be a low-key event. She got into the car as soon as I parked. The super bright makeup she had on hinted that this would be quite a lively night. We made our way to the party's location, and I headed home to wait for any updates from Monica regarding when I should pick her up or take her home.
Around 3 AM, she called me. I quickly drove to her place, only to find her standing on the street in front of the darkened house she claimed was having a party. We pulled into the car park and I noticed that she was unsteady on her feet. When she opened the car's door, she asked for assistance in coming home.
"Do you need help coming inside?" she asked, looking at me quizzically.
"You'll definitely need help getting home," I said as I stepped out of the car. She grabbed my hand and we walked her back to her place. Already on the journey, she inquired if I had my flat's key with me, as she wouldn't be able to open the door. Being certain that she was quite inebriated, I unlocked and entered the apartment to assist her in finding what she needed, particularly the light switch and a blanket.
Upon entering, I switched on the lights and saw Monica standing completely naked, only wearing the shoes and coat she'd left the house in. The coat lay on the floor just behind her.
"Why have you been cumming on my face and tits every time lately?" she asked, her gaze fixed on mine. I explained that I usually wait for her to fall asleep before taking care of myself and returning home.
"You should've fucked every hole available. They were more than game," she quipped, clearly in a playful mood. "Since you've helped me with my partying, you can use any hole you want tonight. That's the least I can do."
She then turned away from me and leaned forward on the sofa, her arms supporting her. I noticed her buttocks had something jutting out of them, and upon closer inspection, I realized it was an anal plug. I recognized the toy as something I had bought her. There was a string connected to her vagina, tied to a ring that sealed it. Of all the times I'd had her use these items, this was the first time I'd seen them. My cock (already aroused) stiffened, so I went over to her, grabbed the ring, and pulled both toys out, making her pussy make a distinctive 'tinkling' sound.
"Cock ready?" Monica inquired.
"Ready," I responded, keen on entering her. Seeing her leaning on the sofa, her wide-open legs framing her exposed crotch that shone with a thin sheen, I approached. I directed my hard cock into her barely-open mouth, grabs her head, and slid inside completely, eliciting a slight choke from Monica.
After a while, I removed my shaft from her throat. I asked if she was wet.
Her response was to climb onto the sofa and spread out her legs under her bent knees, her backside displayed towards me, waiting for further action. Her wetness and arousal were evident. She twisted her body, her bottom pushed out on the sofa, and lay completely naked ready for me to take my next move.
I kneeled by the sofa and slipped my thumb into her wetness. After a moment, I removed it and jammed it into her anus. Meanwhile, I guided my erection to her pussy and plunged it inside, never looking back. I started to pump away at her, like a man possessed, completely in the moment. The thrill of exhaustion and pleasure urged me on – I yearned to reach my end and rest.
Moments later, I could tell I was getting close. I told my ex that I was about to climax and she responded involuntarily. Just a few more thrusts, and my hot liquid started to pour into Monica's vagina. Once I was finished, I hastily pulled my erection out of her and extracted my finger from her anus. I stood up and stepped back to assess the scene. My drunken ex still lay there, abandoned on the couch, in an embryonic position. A puddle of my cum had seeped out of her vagina and down her thigh, staining the sofa. I grabbed a blanket and draped it over her, preventing the light from reaching her. As I walked away, I locked the door behind me.
On the way to my vehicle, another thought occurred to me. So I headed back into the flat. I opened the cupboard where we kept our sex toys, grabbed the horseshoe-shaped dildo, inserted it into her soaked pussy and then turned it 180 degrees, shoving the opposite tip into her anus. I blanketed her again and, after locking the door behind me, I climbed into my car and made my way back to my place.
Once there, I realized I still had the dildo in my hand. I tossed it back into the cupboard, rendered useless for now. In my haste, I had forgotten to retrieve my clothing – my pants still clung to my hips, my panties covering my dildo. I zipped up my trousers and drove off, leaving her behind to sleep off her drunken state.
Input: Understanding - It was like Thanksgiving. There were the spotlights. There were the dinner plates. The thirteen-year-old granny of Bambi, twice the age of Bambi, was looking at these plates very carefully on this Thanksgiving.
Output: The setting resembled Thanksgiving. The sparkling spotlights were present. A 13-year-old granny, twice the age of Bambi, was examining these plates intently while celebrating Thanksgiving.
