Reunion with Ex
I would love to have one more night with my second wife. We split because we were young and not ready for a committed relationship. We were not each other's favorite person for some years, but time and our son growing up has softened all that. When I saw her at our boy's HS graduation she didn't hesitate to give me a big hug (which made her nipples hard for a few moments, but that's just her- she has been doing that her whole life and it really doesn't mean anything). She has always been busty and a nice ass, but I know she's gotten fairly big over the last several years- she's quite candid about it and my god, her tits have gotten enormous! (I've only seen a few clothed photos but holy cow!)
I fantasize about visiting my son at the same time she is, probably somewhere neutral ground like at a big hotel or something. I have gotten a suite with a bedroom and plenty of comfortable seating. We'd have a great evening talking and sharing old stories with the boy and learning about each other a bit more. She likes to drink (I stopped years ago) so I imagine her getting fairly ripped over the course of the evening.
She ends up sitting next to me on a couch after pouring herself another cocktail, and we continue talking and laughing and she's starting to touch me occasionally, like on my arm. Finally, our son says he's had enough and leaves for his own room. She's going to go, too, but I convince her to stay for one more drink. Now she's laughing and leaning on me when it gets too much, and I have my hand on her shoulder giving her small pets.
As she finishes her last drink, she wants to go but is having a hard time getting upright. I offer to walk her and she accepts, leaning on me and rubbing those beautiful breasts on my side. We don't get very far and she decides that she can't make it. I offer to share my suite- she can have the bedroom and I'll sleep on the pull-out bed from the couch.
She accepts and retires to the room. After a few minutes while I'm making up the bed she emerges and approaches me. She has shed her bra and whatever pants and just has her blouse and panties on. Her nipples are already quite hard just from the blouse material, and she pulls me to her for a goodnight hug, thanking me for my hospitality and gallantry. The hug is somewhat fierce and lengthy, and I am hugging her back just as deliberately. She leans back and looks into my eyes and says "I really don't like the idea of you getting the stupid couch. That bed in there is huge (king-size at least) and I'm sure we can be comfortable. Join me?"
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