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I woke with a jolt, and realized I needed to leave to catch my plane. I jumped out of bed and started getting dressed. My ex was laying there, naked, and then sat up seeing my full dressed.

“I’ve got a plane to catch” And I walked out of the room toward the living room, and then to her kitchen to get something to drink. Part of me wanted her to feel like a used wh*r*, part of me was just thirsty. But I did have a plane to catch.

She put on a robe and met me in the kitchen. She didn't look very pleased, and said. ‘Just going to fuck and run, huh?” I got the response I wanted. I just looked at her, shrugged, and said it wasn't like that, that I had only a few hours to my lane and really couldn’t miss it.”

She looked at me and said,” Okay; at least you didn't leave money on the dresser”. She was going back to our time when she played my paid for girl for the night. I should have thought of that.

She then took a breath and said. “I know you need to go, but I need you to do me a favor first”.

“Sure – name it!”

“Eat me out the way you use to! We’ve done everything today; I want to make sure I get that!” And with that, she opened her robe, pulled out a chair, placed it against the wall, and sat down and spread her legs wide.

I was a bit worried, because even though I was really good at eating her out when we were together, I felt I was competing with her past life as a lesbian. I knelt down, and began to lick her pussy – just the way I did years ago. Up and down her slit, flicking her clit to get her going. I began to move my fingers into her c*nt, but she immediately protested; “No! No fingers! Just your tongue like you used to!” My current wife loves fingers in her tw*t, but to each his own I guess.

I continued to eat her out, and she started to get into it. Her ass began moving up and down, she began breathing heavily, and started to rub her tits. Her moving faster led me to eat her faster and faster, and she began pushing up and down. I felt her upper body moving around, and looked as she had managed to slip her robe completely off her top. I then stopped what I was doing and pulled away from her.

Panting, she asked what I was doing and why I stopped.

“ Look at you! Completely naked in your kitchen, your legs splayed wide open with one on the kitchen table, getting eaten out by a clothed guy you haven’t seen in thirty years! What a little sl*t your are!” And with that, I dove back in to her clit.

That did it. The idea of being naked with a clothed guy, recognizing she was really a sl*t, caused her to clench and scream with a huge orgasm. Her leg on the table shook the entire piece, almost knocking it over, and in the process knocked over a glass of water. It spilled everywhere. She settled down as I rubbed her seam and watch her little teacher body twitch. Looking at her being used like that made me think what her fellow teachers would think of her now.

After she came down, she got up to get a towel to clean things up. She went to grab the robe as she headed to another room, but I told her why put anything on, there’s nobody else here. Besides, I wanted to see that great ass move again! She smiled, walked away, and as she got to the room opening, she bent over and shook her ass at me, and began to laugh! That cute little move got me hard all over again.

She came back with a towel and cleaned things up. It was great to see her walking around naked, and made me think about her naked weekend as a lesbian sex toy. With me clothed and about to leave, I felt like I was her john – like the game we played years ago – and really thought about giving her a twenty or leaving it on her dresser. I didn’t though – I didn’t have time for a crying fight.

When she was finished, she came to give me a kiss good bye, again with nothing on. I realized this would be the last time I would see her, so as she hugged me, I began to push her shoulders down. She looked at me, and I said, “ Farewell gift?” and continued to slightly push her down toward the ground.

She smiled and without saying anything, slowly moved to her knees in front of me. She opened up my pants, pulled down my shorts, and began sucking. She didn't say anything. It was like it was her duty to give a blow job, to have sex on command with whoever asked. This really felt like she was a bought and paid for wh*r* – only this didn't cost me anything. She was in that zone where she would do just about anything - and I would use that later.

She moved her mouth up and down my cock up, grabbing my balls , and I began to grab her hair and pulling her head up and down my dick. “ That’s it baby, keep sucking. You like sucking my cock?”

“ Yeah, she said as she pulled off of it. “ I love it, I’m still your little cocksucker” She said the word she hardly ever said – all part of being in the horny zone. She proceeded to gobble my cock again.

I moved my hands over her face, and held her head still. She knew what I was doing. I started to face fuck her, and like a god little sl*t, she let her head still as I used that cute little mouth like her pussy. In and out, in and out, she just took it . I looked at her getting face fucked – she was kneeling naked in her kitchen, getting her mouth full of cock, gagging every once in while and spit dripping down her face onto her tits. A few hours before she was having lunchtime conversation with her school principal; now she was being treated like a common street wh*r*

She kept on going, and before long I felt had to come. I grabbed her hair and said ‘ Open your mouth!” She did without hesitation, and within a few seconds I came all over her face. Some went in her mouth, and like a good girl she kept it open. I shot strands of cum on her forehead and cheeks, and there were a few strands on her hair. When I was done, she began to clean my cock. I looked at my watch and realized I had to go.

I looked down at her and said “That’s a great good bye gift!. She looked up at me , her English teacher face covered in my cum, and I realized I could get another gift – a goodbye picture. I reached for my phone and realized I left it the other room. “Don't move!” I said. “I’ll be right back!”

When I got back, she was bent over the kitchen sink and washing off my work. She turned around and just said ,” I know you! Told you years ago –no pictures! You just have to remember it!” She walked over, gave me a kiss on my cheek, and said, “You’ll miss your plane”. She began to put on her robe, but I protested. She said I am not going to the door naked. She was reverting back to her old prim and proper self.

As we got to the door, I grabbed her hand and gave her deep kiss, and slipped my hand into the robe to squeeze a tit. She responded a bit, but pulled away and said you don't have time for this. With that, I opened the door, only to see a neighbor walking past her door. He looked at me and then saw my ex – in her bathrobe, with it being a bit pulled back from me grabbing her.

‘Hey, Carolyn! How’s it going!, he said and he stopped to stare at the both of us. My ex responded with Hi Tony how are you – but turning a bit red. I looked at this as a moment to keep her a bit embarrassed. I knew she would get hot from it.

“ I’m good, Tony; Um Tony this is, um, a, an old friend for college, Tony, this is Bob.” Now, this was the second time in the day she didn't introduce me as her ex, and for some reason, while it didn't bother me the first time, it did this time. So I decided to keep the conversation going as long as I could to raise the embarrassment level.

I ask him questions, found out he was in construction sales. He looked about mid forties, rugged type, good looking guy, probably Italian American. We were making small talk, and he seemed to want to keep my ex out in the open as well. He seemed to be staring at something, and then I realized what it was. My ex had washed off the cum from her face, but didn't get the cum strands off her hair. There were three noticeably long bit thin strands of my cum on the right side of her head, and while not huge, any guy would know exactly what they were.

I was enjoying this, but I really needed to get going. I said my goodbyes, and as I went in for a goodbye peck on the cheek, I leaned into her and said, “I think Tony enjoyed seeing your cum covered hair. He knows you sucked cock today!!" She pulled back a bit, looked at Tony as he waived goodbye, and she turned a bit flush, waved and closed the door. Tony and I walked down the stairs together.

“Looks like you had nice afternoon, huh?” He gave me a look like he saw the cum strands – which I new. I responded I did.

“What kind of old friends from college were you?” He asked as we walked into the parking lot.

I didn't want to say I was her ex husband, but I was bit annoyed by her denying our relationship, so I decided to pile on a bit.

“ Well, we were friends with benefits. In those days, it wasn’t called that, we were people who liked to fuck. I have to tell you, she was one great ass fuck! She loves that!

“You know, I knew it, Tony jumped in. “I love that ass of hers!. I have to tell you, though, I really thought she was a lesbian. That’s what I heard anyway.”

Okay – then my ex wasn't lying, either about the lesbian relationship or the rumors. “No”, I responded , “She’s not gay, but she does like women”. I figured why ruin his little fantasy.

Tony then said, ‘ I always thought she was hot, even for an older women. Thought she would be really great fuck”. He talked like a guy who was leering after someone in a bar, and talking to me like I was an old army buddy, and that got me thinking.

And this is where this really takes off, where my ex got to make her career change…