Even though Sally and I had divorced several years before, she was one of the few people that could show up at my front door unannounced without angering me.
I heard a knock at the door, hopped up, and headed to the front door only to find the main door open and Sally peeking in through the glass of the screen door. She was staring directly at my large screen TV.
I jogged immediately back to the couch, grabbed the remote and paused the DVD and changed the feed to satellite. I was embarrassed as hell. My ex-wife had just caught me watching a wild adult film. To make things worse, I had to meet her at the door with my cock half erect. I was expecting a judgmental look at minimum and possibly even as much as a lecture. To my surprise, I got neither. She just smiled and explained that some papers from a long forgotten insurance claim had arrived. She handed them to me and stood by my side as I flipped through the stack of stapled papers.
I felt her place her hand in the middle of my back and leisurely rub a small circle as she told me what I needed to sign and initial.
The mild intimacy of her hand on my back seemed a little unusual, but not terribly out of character. More than once as I was reading, I saw her glance down to where my erection bulged against the crotch of my jeans.
I pretended not to notice her looks or even that her rubbing had changed to her scratching lightly with her nails. This definitely struck me as more erotic than simply friendly. In a slightly nervous voice, I told her I would read the mess and take care of them for her to send off. I said I would call her that evening so she could return and pick them up.
She smiled, sighed lightly and left. It took about an hour to read the documents Sally had left, fill in the necessary blanks and sign my name in a dozen places.
I set them aside, took a quick shower, and splashed some cologne on my neck and stomach before calling Sally and telling her she could come get the papers in twenty minutes or so. I threw on some loose canvas shorts, commando style without underwear, and a sleeveless cotton shirt. I flipped my DVD back on to give my dick a slight wake up call and waited on my ex to show back up for the papers.
Twenty minutes later on the dot, I heard a tapping at my front door. This time I had remembered to close it before putting the adult movie on my TV screen. I once again hit pause and changed the feed to satellite.
I intentionally adjusted my partially hard cock to the front of my leg and walked to the door. When I swung the door open, I could see that Sally had changed as well. She was wearing a loose pair of khaki shorts, a slightly cropped top and sandals. This was quite a different look from the business woman outfit she wore earlier. She stepped into the foyer and I closed the door behind her. I caught a whiff of the perfume I had bought for her when we first married and at least a couple times a year during our marriage.
Thoughts passed through my mind in the blink of eye; forbidden thoughts, lusty thoughts. Was she already wearing that scent earlier? Did I just not notice? What am I thinking? Memories from years past flooded my mind. Sally and I had been married to others before we met, but her former husband had been the only man with whom she had ever slept.
I, on the other hand had been around the block a few times. We played around a lot while dating, but nothing further. A strict upbringing made it a crime in her mind to have sex before marriage. It was of her in her cheerleader uniform, doing splits in a small skirt and tights. The sunlight played across her tights casting a shadow outline of her little pussy. Even though we were in our mid-twenties, we really did not have sex until we married.
That still seems odd to me even as I sit here years later and type out the story. After the ceremony, Sally and I had retired to a suite at a hotel.
She was extraordinarily nervous. As we sat on the bed, me still wearing the remains of my tuxedo and her in a tasteful nightgown, she told me something that dropped a bomb on the evening. She had only had sex with her first husband eight times during their marriage, a span of some seven years.
She explained that she and her first husband tried at first, but she could not stand having his cock inserted into her. He caused her too much pain. Later, she had even spoken with her doctor about surgery to expand her slightly, but by then her husband had lost any interest. She was terribly upset that the same thing would happen to us. I am not going to lie, I was upset and felt that I should have been told this earlier in our relationship. However, even though we had never had sex, Sally and I had felt around all over each other many times.
I did not notice anything odd about her physically during our premarital sport. I loved her, so I was willing to go to great lengths to see that things worked out. I asked the obvious question: Did her ex have a huge cock? She too had felt me, so I knew she had something to go by. A monster dick turned out not to be the problem, as she stated he and I were about the same. Did they play around before sex? When she looked confused at the question, I knew immediately I had found the problem.
It was simple operator error. I told her not to worry and we began kissing and stroking, as we had done many times during our courtship. I worked up and down over her lace-covered body until I could feel her breathing sharpen. I pulled off her panties and ran my fingertips lightly through her wet cunt. I lowered my head and kissed her just above her pussy lips, causing her to jump and tense.
She calmed down and I slid my tongue into her and twirled it around. She sighed and relaxed. Using my tongue as a gauge, I could tell it was not ready for my entire cock. I continued tasting her until I felt her cum, even though it was lightly. I crawled up onto her and asked if she was willing to spend some time in order to make our lovemaking pleasing and comfortable. Looking a little bleary from her first oral action, she nodded agreement. I grasped my raging hard cock and rubbed it around the entrance to her tiny box.
I began sliding into her and only managed an inch before her face showed discomfort. I stopped at that depth and grasped one of her hands. I wrapped it around my cock and showed her the proper rhythm to stroke me. I never went any deeper that first night, but Sally kept up pulling me towards her until I finally came. I could see that the mere idea of getting me off thrilled her.
We repeated this same pattern for literally a couple of months after our wedding. We only paused for a few days during her period. We gained only a little bit each night, but it added up over time. The occasion that we finally got totally together was an exciting evening, Sally was thrilled and I had a custom fitted pussy for my satisfaction. At our next session, I surprised Sally by pulling her on top of me and putting her to work for a change. She started a little clumsy but finished very well.
The sensation was out of this world. Our lovemaking improved greatly that first year. Nevertheless, like too many marriages these days, our hearts and minds wandered away from one another over the following years. We divorced after about 8 years and I fell into a series of halfhearted relationships. Sally was alone for a few years before marrying a nice person and seeming to be happy.
I heard down the rumor mill that he was often impotent, but I never placed much stock in such reporting. We all lived in the same area and ran into each other from time to time. I do not think her new husband bore me any ill will. He was always cheerful, friendly and polite. Everything was following its usual pattern until the day she dropped by with some papers and caught me watching an adult video. Now, she was back in my home, looking as sexy as in the old days.
It was apparently a deliberate show, too. Even at this point, I still did not anticipate anything happening.