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Ex Wife Dropped By After Two Years And We Tore Into Each Other

Ex Wife Dropped By After Two Years And We Tore Into Each Other

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I never planned on writing this desi divorced couple sex story down but it still sits in my head clear as that night. Two years after the divorce Neha suddenly called saying she was in the city and needed to drop some old papers at my place. I told her fine come after eight. I stay alone in a small 2bhk near Andheri so no one else around. Door bell went and there she was in jeans tight top hair open looking thinner but still that same walk.

She came inside put her bag down and said just few signatures yaar nothing big. I made cold coffee like old times. We sat on the sofa and talk stayed light about work and her mother. Then she asked how I manage alone. I said I manage. Her eyes stayed on my face longer than needed. Silence stretched. She moved closer and her knee touched mine. I felt heat jump straight to my cock.

Neha put her hand on my thigh and said I missed this stupid flat. I looked at her mouth. She leaned and kissed me hard no soft start just tongue straight in. Two years of nothing went out the window. I grabbed her waist pulled her on my lap. Her jeans rubbed my already hard dick. She started grinding slow then faster. Top came off first then bra. Her breasts looked same soft with dark nipples already hard. I sucked one then the other biting light. She moaned low and pushed my head harder.

Clothes Hit the Floor Fast

I stood her up yanked jeans and panty down together. Her chut was already wet hair trimmed short. I pushed two fingers inside without waiting. Warm tight she clenched. She hissed arjun wait and then her hips rolled against my hand. I fingered her standing till juice ran down her thigh. She opened my pant zip pulled my cock out. Still same thick she said under her breath and dropped to knees.

Mouth hot wet around the head. She licked slow first then took more. Hands on my balls. I held her hair and thrust light. She gagged once then adjusted and sucked deeper spit running. Looking up with watery eyes. That sight always finished me earlier years and it was still dangerous. I pulled out before shooting and dragged her to bedroom.

Bed sheets still messy from morning. She fell on back legs open. I climbed between her thighs rubbed head on her wet lips then pushed in one long stroke. She yelled loud because two years empty and me thicker. Chut stretched tight around every inch. I stayed deep and ground circles feeling her walls jump. Then I started fucking proper hard strokes bedding her deep. Breasts bouncing under me. She locked legs around back dug nails.

Talk stayed dirty messy. Faster she said fuck your ex wife like you hate her. I did. Lifted her hips and pounded. Skin slap loud. Sweat started. She came first shaking and juicing all over my cock. I kept going through it. Pulled out flipped her on stomach dragged ass up. Entered again from behind hands on her waist. This angle hit deeper. She buried face in pillow and pushed back meeting every thrust.

We Got Louder Than Neighbours Care

I spit on her hole rubbed thumb there while still fucking her chut. She jumped but said haan do it. Thumb sank in her gaand easy somehow she was ready enough. Two places filled she cried out and came again shorter sharper. My balls tightened but I held. Wanted more first.

I pulled out completely flipped her again. Made her suck the cock coated in her own mess. She licked every drop moaning. Then I sat on bed edge told her reverse sit down. She straddled back facing me lowered onto my dick till full. I held her hips and bounced her hard. One hand reached front rubbed her clit. Her head fell back on my shoulder breathing ragged. Ride that cock like you own it I told her plain. She did. Ass slapping my stomach wet sound everywhere.

After few minutes I stood holding her still impaled walked three steps pressed her front against the wall and kept thrusting upright. Gravity made it deeper. She screamed once then laughed breathless. Wall thumped in rhythm. Somewhere below a neighbour maybe cursed. We did not stop. I felt cum rising sudden and slammed hard flooding her insides. Spurt after thick spurt. She trembled feeling it fill.

We slid down floor side by side panting. My cock slipped out soft sticky. Cum leaked from her open chut onto the tile. She reached down scooped some and tasted. Then looked at me and said paper signing can wait. I laughed stupid and got semi again watching that.

Second Round Hit Even Dirtier

Fifteen minutes later bathroom shower together. Water ran over us. She soaped my cock back hard. I bent her under spray entered from behind again. Fog on glass. Her hands on tiles. Harder now soaked and loose from first load. Water mixed with juices made everything messy slippery. I reached around pinched nipples pulled her back on me. She came again shaking knees almost went. I pulled out spun her kneeled and licked her swollen clit till she pushed my head away too sensitive.

Back to bed still dripping. This time slow deep already both sore but hungry. She sat on my face first and I ate her open messy. Tasted of soap and cum and her. Tongue deep. She rode my mouth grinding. Then slid down and put cock inside riding slow rolls hips. Looking straight in eyes. No pure love just that old known hunger. Hands on my chest nails digging. I thrust up meeting her. Room smelled of sex cold coffee forgotten outside.

I rolled us so I was on top again. Legs on my shoulders almost folding her and pounded that position she always complained was too deep but now begged for. Every push bottomed out. Her eyes watered. Fuck yes more. I gave more till second load shot deep again less than first but still strong. Collapsed on her chest listening her heart race.

Later night we ate leftover dal rice half naked at the table. She wore only my old shirt. Sitting legs open I saw my seed still dripping little. Gave me a third rise slow. She noticed smirked and came over knelt under table took soft cock in mouth worked it hard again. Warm wet patient. Once firm she stood bent over table itself plates pushed aside and I entered last time for night. Harder shorter. Table legs scraped. She held edges knuckles white. I grabbed hair pulled back and finished outside spraying across her lower back and ass.

We cleaned slow with wet cloth. No big talk. She stayed the night slept face buried in my chest like married nights old. Morning she showered dressed signed the leftover papers in two minutes and left. Door closed quiet. Flat smelled of her lotion and us. Cock still slightly sore. I sat on sofa alone finishing cold coffee thinking how two years of silence ended in one filthy long night.

Sometimes weeks later when lonely late I still replay her voice begging harder and the exact feel of her tight around me after so long. Papers stay in the drawer. She never called again for anything legal. But that night stays clear. Bodies know people better than courts ever do.

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