“Hi Keith, been a while,” Sandy said as she answered the phone. It had been nearly a year since she had spoken to her ex-husband. “What can I do for you?”
“More the other way round, babe. Sorting out the loft, I came across all your old stuff from university. Figured you might want to have it.”
Sandy was surprised that the sound of Keith’s voice no longer upset her. She now knew they were wrong to have ever thought it could have worked with the long hours and frequent times apart.
“I have to see a client near you on Friday and wondered if you wanted me to bring it up. Be nice to see you again, and Frank of course.”
“Thanks, Keith, yes, I would like it. We would be pleased to see you. What sort of time?”
“Well, I will be finished my business by mid-afternoon and you are another thirty miles up the road, so about five?”
“Great, we eat about six and would love you to join us.”
“Perfect, have you got a reasonable hotel near there? I don’t fancy a three hundred mile drive home after a full day.”
Why she said what she did Sandy had no idea, but once the words were out of her mouth there was no way back.
“Don’t worry about that, Keith. We can make up the spare bed, you can stay here and make an early start in the morning.”
“So let me get this right, your ex will be sleeping six feet away from us in the next room,” Frank said as he handed Sandy a large glass of red wine. “So either no fucking, or I have to gag you, you are not known for your vocal restraint with my cock in you.”
“One night, babe. Your balls can manage that without being emptied, or you can wank off in the shower,” Sandy giggled.
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“Frank, this is Keith,” Sandy said, showing her ex-husband in the lounge.
Frank stood up and shook the other man’s hand. As he studied his wife’s former lover, he found himself wondering what they would look like fucking each other.
Sandy was pleased to see the two men got along well together. Mostly, through their joint love of cricket, and by the time the evening was drawing to a close, helped by two bottles of wine the three of them were laughing and joking as they compared stories from their university days.
“Goodnight Keith, sleep well,” Sandy said as she opened the spare room door for him. She was surprised at how natural it seemed to lean forward and kiss him on the cheek.
“Got a present for you,” Frank said as Sandy came into the master bedroom from the en-suite shower.
Sandy smiled at the sight of her naked husband lying back on the bed slowly wanking his hard cock.
“I told you if you wanted sex, to wank off in the shower, you horny sod,” Sandy whispered as she slipped naked onto the bed beside him.
“If you truly meant that, you wouldn’t be naked, my sexy fuck slut. Unless you gave your ex a quick blowjob when you said goodnight,” Frank said as he reached out and pinched one of her ample tits.
“Alright, you can have a fuck, but a quiet one, get your cock up me, spunk, and sleep,” Sandy giggled and reached out for his cock.
Keith lay back on this bed thinking about Sandy’s naked body, one he had stroked and fucked so many times in the past. She had always been a sexy bitch, up for anything, but particularly good at blowjobs. Her oral skills were the best he had ever known.
As he lay there absent-mindedly stroking his cock he heard a groan and sigh from the next room. His cock immediately hardened and he strained to listen. His curiosity aroused, he padded across the room and pressed his ear to the wall.
“Lay back lover, let me ride you,” Sandy’s need for cock was overcoming her caution. “Want that donkey dick in my cunt, going to pull your spunk out.”
Frank grinned to himself, the thought of her ex, next door, probably wanking was exciting him and he was determined he wasn’t going to be disappointed.
“Come on slut, fuck me, give our guest something to wank to, let yourself go, girl,” he said and reached out to rub her clit. Something he knew was bound to make her cum.
As the noise of fucking grew in volume Keith’s twitching cock grew closer and closer to the point of no return. He quickly wrapped it in a handkerchief and stroked in time to the sound of fucking.
Sandy was past caring, and Frank was enjoying the idea of putting on a show. Gripping Sandy’s hips, he drove his cock in as deep as he could.
“Cum, fuck slut, cum on my fucking cock, going to shoot up your sex slit… fucking cum!” Frank yelled out loud.
This was too much for Keith and jets of hot spunk flew from his cock as he wanked into the handkerchief.
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“Good morning Keith, coffee and toast in the kitchen. Frank left early, I’m off now, let yourself out,” Sandy called from her bedroom.
“Thanks, babe, and thanks for the show last night, I heard you haven’t lost your touch, “ Keith replied as dressed in his boxers he crossed the hall to the bathroom.
Sandy appeared dressed in her smart business suit and walked towards him.
He gasped as she dropped to her knees, pulled down his boxers and took his half hard cock in her mouth. No, she had not lost her touch and a minute of sucking and licking filled her mouth with his hot spunk.
Standing up she kissed him deeply, allowing him to taste her spunk filled mouth. Then smiling at him said,” One for the road,” turned on her heel and walked out of the door.
