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Donal Greigh 9-11 minutes 8/13/2021

We had sex after it was finalized.

Donal Greigh

We had decided to meet up at my apartment to exchange some final paperwork and discuss summer plans for our children. It was the actual day of our divorce finalization.

The funny thing is how smooth it all went. Granted, the few months prior had been torturous in regards to battling over custody, property, and assets, but the last week had been oddly tranquil between us.

I guess we were just both pretty exhausted and ready to move forward.

“So how do you feel, Derek?” asked Sandra.

She was looking ridiculously sexy in a dark grey business suit. Grey blazer, a white button-down shirt beneath it, and form-fitting grey slacks that accentuated the sexy hips that birthed both of my children. She also had a perfect pussy print in between her legs. Damn.

“I really don’t know, Sandra,” I responded. “I guess I’m glad it’s over and done with and that we both can move on.”

Sandra and I had been married for only two years, but had been together for almost ten. We had two children, 7 and 8, and had had our share of up-and-downs.

Before we actually tied the knot, the sex, make-up sex, routine lovemaking sessions, oral, anal, and sex talk was phenomenal. It was ever since we made it official that we hardly ever had sex. If I recall correctly, we probably were only intimate around ten times in the last two years.

“What happened to us?” she asked.

A vibe was in the air that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Sandra was relaxed. I was relaxed. She had let down her ponytail, which meant she was in a good mood. We both had our shoes off. What the fuck was going on?

“Life, babe,” I responded.

“Don’t babe, me,” she shot back. “Save that for your whore.”

“She’s not a whore and we’re not even official, yet,” I chuckled. “You’re the one who filed for divorce. Now you’re jealous?”

She was wearing vivid lipstick and scrunched up her mouth the same way she always did when she didn’t have a comeback or reply. She sighed and looked down.

For some reason, winning that exchange didn’t feel good. I actually felt bad. Was all of this worth it? Did we make the right decision?

I stood up from the dining room table where we were sitting and walked toward her. She was looking down at the table with her hands clasped together. She was also shaking her right foot. This meant she was about to cry. I knew this all too well.

“Babe…” I said.

“Don’t fucking babe me, Derek!” she screamed, slamming her fist on the table.

Sandra was tough. She wasn’t the type to bawl. A single teardrop dropped from her right eye.

I don’t know why, but the entire scene was turning me on. Sandra had been so aggressive and vicious lately, that seeing her finally in some sort of submissive state was getting my dick hard.

I grabbed my now ex-wife’s left hand with my right and pulled her up from the chair.

“Come here,” I urged her. I opened my arms, inviting a hug.

She fell into my chest and began to sob. I had forgotten how great she felt against me. I could feel both of our heartbeats pounding against each other’s chests. Her little hands squeezed my shirt on my back. There was no way to hide my erection. It was sticking out on the left side of my crotch and could easily be felt against her stomach.

I grabbed her head with my hands and kissed her forehead.

“Derek… what the fuck?” she asked, looking up at me.

I took her right hand and kissed it. She used to always love that.

Then, I did what I used to do in old times.

Holding her left wrist with my right hand, I took her index finger in my mouth and sucked it all the way up to her fingernail. I did the same with her ring finger.

“Oh, shit…” Sandra moaned. “Don’t start.”

I sucked her middle finger and bit it lightly on the way up.

“You bastard,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re gonna fucking get it.”

I missed the playful Sandra. Where had she gone? Come to think of it, where had I gone? I hadn’t made these moves in years.

I knew that she had felt the bulge coming out of my pants. She kept her left hand in my mouth, as I continued to suck and moisten her fingers. Her right hand slid down to my pants and petted the bulge outside of my pants. She rubbed it up and down.

“You miss that dick, don’t you?” I asked.

“I want it in my ass, Derek,” she said, her eyes squinting and glaring up at me. “Then I want you to cum down my throat. You know what I like.”

Oh shit.

I hadn’t been inside her pussy in God-knows-how-long, but come to think of it, the last time we had sex was anal.

Sandra pulled down my pants as I pulled hers down as well. Quickly dropping both of our pants to our knees, we kicked our socks off in unison. We were still so much in sync after all this time. We kept our shirts on.

“Lube me up first,” I demanded.

“Yes, Sir,” she responded, grinning. She spit into the palm of her hand. She spit again into the palm of her hand, until she had enough to rub all over my cock, which she did slowly. We were standing in front of one another, looking into each other’s eyes as she jerked her saliva up and down on my erect shaft.

I licked my middle finger and grabbed her right ass cheek with my left hand. I slid my middle finger slowly into her ass crack, past her tiny little ass hairs I used to love licking.

“Ahhhh,” she sighed. “Fuck, Derek.”

I pulled my moist finger out and pushed back in a bit more.

“Ahhhhhh,” she moaned. “You still know how to touch me, baby.”

“Of course I do,” I responded.

I spun her around and grabbed the back of her arms with both hands, bringing her down to the kitchen floor. The tiles were freezing cold.

She placed both palms on the ground, placed her knees on the hard floor, spread her legs, and proceeded to squeeze her ass cheeks apart with all the fingers of both hands.

Her ass crack looked fucking delicious.

“God damn, Sandra,” I exclaimed. “You still drive me fucking crazy.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I also put you through a lot of shit with this divorce, huh?” she egged me on.

“Fuck yeah,” I responded.

“Then fucking take it out on me, Derek,” she whispered. “My asshole is waiting for you.”

At that point, it was enough with the banter.

In one swift motion, I pulled her hair back with my right hand and mounted her ass cheeks. I pushed the moist, saliva-dripping tip of my cock into her ass slowly and then pushed in hard.

“Ohhh, fuck, yes!” Sandra screamed. “Fuck this ass, Derek!”

I pulled out and pushed in again. It was super tight, and I knew I’d have to thrust in and out a few times before I could get a comfortable rhythm.

“This feels so good, Sandra,” I moaned.

In and out I thrust into her tight ass crack, making it wider with each push and pull. I watched as my cock pushed in and pushed out. Her ass hairs created rough friction on my shaft that turned me on.

Every time I slammed into her ass, I went a bit harder and faster. Her moans were uncontrollable and loud. It took all the self control within me to not cum after a few strokes.

Sandra had a really tight ass and bouncing my thighs on it was something I’d always loved.

I grabbed her neck, turned her face to the side, and sucked on her lips. We began to tongue each other on the side as my ass rammed into her mercilessly.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” she screamed. “Faster, Derek. Fucking faster!”

“Oh my God, I missed this ass, Sandra,” I yelled. “Fuck me back!”

She began to push her ass back onto my cock and gripped my thighs from behind. She was in control now.

“Oh, so you want me to fuck you back, huh?” she asked, moaning and out of breath.

“That’s what the fuck… I said,” I responded. I was trying my best to be strong and sound manly, but I was truly getting weak.

“Like that, baby?” she said.

She pushed her ass back onto my cock and took every millimeter inside of her asshole. She began to flick her clit back and forth with her left hand as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Oh my God… I fucking love you!” I sighed.

“And I fucking love you, Derek.”

At that moment, she began to have a volcanic orgasm as she rubbed her clit roughly and pounded my cock with her ass. Her entire body trembled. As her ass and pussy simultaneously shook with pleasure, my cock tightened up and began its release.

“Ohhhh… fuckkk!” I yelled.

“Wait!” she said.

Sandra instantly grabbed my cock with her right hand, pulled it out of her soaking, dripping ass, and spun around on the floor. As semen began shooting out in front of me, she only missed a bit that hit the floor. She caught the rest on the tip of her tongue and then took the rest of me into her beautiful lipsticked mouth.

She deepthroated me as my exploding cock dripped cum into the canal of her neck.

When she felt the pulsating stop, she took it out and slurped the excess cum from the tip and sides of my dick.

We both sank to the cold, tiled floor and looked up at the ceiling.

“We should call this thing off, babe,” I sighed, panting and catching my breath.

“Yeah,” she responded, also out of breath and struggling to get words out.

“That little bitch you’re with can’t do what I do.”