Ex-Wife’s Sudden Craving: Raw Night of Forbidden Seed and Surrender

Apartment dim, stale air thick with Friday blues. Pizza grease cooling on the counter. Phone buzzes—her number. Pauline, ex-wife, voice sharp: come now. Door swings open. She’s transformed. Short hair, huge glasses, pearl suit hugging curves. No jeans. Kiss on cheek sparks old fire. Beer rejected. She sits, legs crossing high, bare thighs flashing. No stockings. Panties tease if I lean. Heart races. ‘Make me a baby,’ she says. Shock hits. Alone, installed career, wants kid solo. Me? Father material we ditched. But her hand squeezes mine. Skin hot silk. Perfume chokes. ‘Fuck a beautiful woman,’ she purrs. I cave. Demands: full night, naked, bed. And her ass—never given before. She sighs, agrees. Her pleasure: undress with teeth only. Bedroom shadows. She sheds skirt, blouse. Violet lingerie glows. Kneeling, hands back, I gnaw bra clips. Straps slide. Then panties—teeth tug slow. Her hips grind air. Pussy bare, familiar musk floods. Kiss it. She stuffs thong in my mouth. Drawer spills secrets: plug, lube, dildo, her panties I wear solo. Shame burns cheeks. She laughs, eyes wild. ‘Excites me.’ Grabs neck. Desire boils over.

Skin scorches. 69 dive. Her lips ghost cock—lazy suck. Mine? Feast on ass. Tongue spears tight ring. Saliva drips. She moans. Condom on, lube slick. She spreads cheeks. Push. Resistance bites. She bites sheet. Inch by inch, claim it. Gutterals escape her. ‘More!’ Savage pumps. Sweat sheets us. Heart hammers chest. She bucks back—owns the burn. ‘Stop!’ Pull out. She grins, grabs dildo. My turn. Brutal thrust. Fire rips. Revenge? Stars burst. She pounds merciless. Ass clenches toy. Groans rip free. Withdraws sudden. Face to face, slick bodies tangle. ‘Fuck me. Baby now.’ Tongues clash. Roll. Pinch tits hard. Plunge pussy raw. Urgency devours. Pump frantic. Cum floods deep—seed plants. Collapse, hearts thunder.

The Fever Ignites

Dawn creeps. She wakes me: ‘Booster shot.’ Missionary simple, mechanical. Cum again. Dress. Doorway kiss lingers. ‘Won’t return.’ Leaves panties: ‘Use well.’ Weeks later: ‘Pregnant. Thanks.’ New girl, Dorothée, moves in. Ambitious slut. Birth announcement: little Théo. She scoffs. ‘Why happy? Not yours.’ Smile hides truth. Skin still tingles memory. Ass echoes ache. One night devoured us whole. Irreplaceable blaze.