Weekend with Ex-Wife

Amy and I have been divorced for 5yrs. We have remained good friend’s and at times lovers. There are times when Amy comes to my country home for pampering and relaxation. I arrived at my home not realizing Amy was there. I walked upstairs to the master bedroom suite, as I entered the bathroom Amy was soaking in the bath tub. “I still don’t understand the appeal of a bath, Amy. She reached up and kissed my nose. “You don’t have to, John, but I really appreciate you allowing me to pamper myself like this for the weekend. It means a lot to me.”

Amy was looking forward to having an afternoon of girl stuff. A bubble bath? with her favorite lavender. Some of her favorite music? The CD player sat on the corner table. Check.Candles? The beeswax tapers Check. John had surprised me with dinner at our favorite restaurant. He had given me a sex toy as a birthday gift. When I opened the gift right there at the table, and turned beet red. He laughed so hard, I was instantly excited, and gave his cock a gentle squeeze in appreciation.

The moment I’d waited for…The blue rubber was soft and warm in my hands. I dipped my dolphin under the water, letting it find its way to that center of sensation between my legs. Slowly, I turned the knob waiting for the quiet hum that would massage my tender folds, bringing me to the height of ecstasy. Now, that time was mine.The house was eerily quiet, a familiar sound during the night, but unusual during the day. I pushed a button and filled the room with the haunting strains of Ravel’s Bolero. Lighting the candles, my body swayed to the musical rhythm. I poured foaming bath salts into the running water, and watched as the bubbles began to fill the tub.

Stripping slowly, as if for a lover, I took my time with each blouse button, and let the fabric slide from my body to the floor. To each beat, I nudged my jeans down my hips and thighs until, finally, I was free from the restrictive clothing, free to indulge in my afternoon of delight. The water enveloped me in a heated caress, covering my body in a radiant embrace. I stretched luxuriously, allowing the warmth to penetrate every pore. Bubbles surrounded me. As I raised my arms, huge drops of suds draped down, like Spanish moss. The blanket of foam insulated my body from the coolness of the room. Wiggling my toes, I felt the bubbles slide and burst between them. In the candlelight, I could see the steam rising from the water, perfuming the air with the scent of lavender, filling my nostrils with the fragrance of springtime and sunshine.

The heady aroma refreshed my soul, reminding me of the simple joys of the flesh. Like a child, I played with the bubbles. Little soapy creatures danced across my breasts. Swirls around my nipples exaggerated their size. I tugged at one, making it hard, the erect little bud peeking through the sudsy bra. The garment dissolved as I heard the bubbles pop and watched them become smaller and smaller. The loofah scraped across my nipples, scratching an itch. They tingled and tightened into erect nubs. I rubbed the sponge all over my body, the soles of my feet, the length of my legs, my arms, my belly.

The edge dipped between my thighs, barely grazing my sensitive mound, and I felt the fullness of my pussy as it heated and swelled. I glowed with the sensation of removing all the dead skin from my body, removing the cares and frustration of daily life in this hedonistic pleasure. Finally, clean and sparking, fully refreshed, I was ready for my moment of delight. The toy thrummed with a vibration that felt good in my hand, just as I knew it would feel against the more sensitive parts of my body. I touched it to my already-excited nipples, and closed my eyes, purring with delight. Suddenly, I felt a draft. Looking at the bathroom door, I saw John standing there, just his head poked in through the doorway. I grinned mischievously, staying hidden behind the door.

May I come in?” “I thought this was my afternoon to pamper myself.” I pulled my head out of the doorway, and stuck in my right hand, bearing two champagne glasses. “Ooooo!” Amy squealed. I pulled my hand back, and stuck in my left hand, which held a bottle of champagne and one long-stemmed red rose. “Now may I come in?” Amy giggled, “Well, if you put it that way…” I pushed the door open and stood there, wearing only what I bore in my hands, and that mischievous grin.


She looked at my strong, taut body, which had never failed to arouse her, and she admired my large erection, another surprise gift for the afternoon. After placing the wine glasses and bottle on the table by the CD player, I turned my attention to her. Holding the rose loosely, I trailed the petals over her nose and cheeks as she inhaled its sweet fragrance. I twirled the flower softly against her tight nipples, then down her belly until it disappeared into the hot water between her thighs into her hot pussy. Leaving her with rose petals in her pussy, I fetched the champagne.