My ex wife lay off on the bed

The evening was sultry and humid as John slumped onto his worn yet comfortable couch, the weight of the day’s stresses rolling off his shoulders. He kicked off his shoes and let out a deep sigh, his gaze drifting to the shelf across from him. There, among the various knick-knacks and books, sat an unassuming USB drive – the last remnant of his tumultuous marriage to Sarah.

John had often found himself haunted by memories of their time together, especially those intimate moments they used to share. The images of Sarah’s naked body sprawled across their king-sized bed still lingered in his mind, despite their messy divorce. With a wave of nostalgia, he picked up the USB drive, hesitating for a moment before plugging it into his laptop.

As the drive loaded, John felt a rush of excitement mixed with apprehension. He knew he shouldn’t, but the allure of the forbidden was too strong to resist. Among the various files and folders, one thumbnail caught his eye – a video titled “My ex-wife lay off on the bed.”

Unable to help himself, John clicked on the link and waited for the clip to load. The room filled with the soft, familiar sounds of Sarah’s voice, her breathing slightly labored as she spoke. “Hey babe, I know we’ve been having some… problems lately,” she began, her face coming into view as the camera zoomed in. She was lying on their bed, the creamy sheets caressing her smooth skin. “But I wanted to do something special for you, just like old times.”

John’s heart raced as he watched Sarah slowly unbutton her blouse, revealing the creamy swell of her breasts. She wore a lacy black bra that barely contained her ample bosom, and he couldn’t help but marvel at how little she had changed since their wedding day. Her fingers trailed down her body, tracing the curve of her hip as she spoke.

“I know I haven’t been the best wife lately,” she continued, her voice taking on a husky tone. “But I want to make things right between us. Please give me another chance, John. I promise I’ll do anything to keep you happy.”

As the words left her lips, Sarah slowly slid her panties down her long, toned legs, giving John an unimpeded view of her most intimate area. She placed one manicured finger against her clit, rubbing in slow, sensuous circles. “I miss the way you touch me, John,” she purred, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. “The way you make me feel unpredictable, urges.”

John felt his pulse quicken as he watched Sarah pleasure herself, his body responding instantaneously to the erotic sight before him. He could almost feel the heat radiating from her body, smell the sweet, musky scent of her arousal.

Sarah’s fingers moved faster now, plunging deep into her slick folds as she arched her back in bliss. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she chased her own pleasure. “Oh God, John,” she cried out. “I need you inside me. I need your thick, hard cock stretching me open.”

John’s hand moved to his own groin, palming his rapidly hardening member through his jeans. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the video, mesmerized by the way Sarah’s body writhed and bucked as she approached her climax.

“I want to be your little slut,” she panted, her voice ragged with desire. “Your personal fucktoy. Please, John, give me another chance. I’ll be so good for you. I’ll swallow your cum and let you use me however you want.”

With a final, guttural moan, Sarah came undone, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. John watched, spellbound, as a single pearly bead of sweat rolled down her neck, disappearing between the valley of her breasts.

As the video ended, John found himself rock hard and panting, his body screaming for release. He knew it was wrong, that he shouldn’t give in to his base urges, but the temptation was too great. With trembling fingers, he undid the button on his jeans, freeing his aching cock from its denim prison.

He closed his eyes and pictured Sarah’s naked body, the way it had looked in the video. His hand moved slowly up and down his shaft, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive him wild. He imagined her small, soft hands on his body, her lips wrapped around his throbbing cock as she sucked him to completion.

John’s thrusts grew faster, harder, as he neared his own climax. He could feel his balls tightening, the pressure building in his abdomen as he chased his release. With a final, shuddering breath, he came undone, his seed spurting forth in thick, creamy ropes.

As the waves of pleasure washed over him, John’s thoughts drifted back to Sarah. He wondered if she had moved on, if she had found someone else to satisfy her desires. The thought filled him with a strange mix of sadness and jealousy, and he found himself wishing he could take back all the hurtful things he had said during their divorce.

But those thoughts were quickly replaced by a newfound sense of longing. John knew it was wrong, knew he should move on and find someone new, but he couldn’t shake the memories of their intimate moments. He craved the touch of Sarah’s skin, the sound of her moans, the way she had made him feel alive and desired.

With a sigh, John pulled himself together and deleted the video from his laptop. He knew it was for the best, that he needed to focus on moving forward rather than dwelling in the past. But as he lay down on his couch, the memories of Sarah’s naked body still fresh in his mind, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret.

Maybe one day, he thought to himself, things would be different. Maybe one day, he and Sarah could give their relationship another chance and rebuild what they had once lost. For now, though, he would just have to content himself with the memories and the occasional naughty video to satisfy his cravings.

As the night wore on, John drifted off to sleep, his dreams filled with visions of Sarah’s naked body, enticing him and begging for his touch. He knew it was only a matter of time before he found himself consumed by cravings once more, but for now, he was content to bask in the forbidden pleasures that only his ex-wife could provide.