Addicted To My Ex Wife

“Addicted To My Ex Wife” – A Naughty and Explicit Hot Sex Story

The sultry summer night was filled with the promise of something special. I was driving home after a long day at work and it had been a while since I’d seen my ex-wife.

The thought of seeing her again filled me with an unbelievable anticipation that I hadn’t experienced in a very long time. I was both eager and scared at the same time, but the thrill of experiencing something new was too strong to ignore.

As I pulled up to her house, my heart began to race and my palms started to sweat. I couldn’t believe that I was here, about to do something that I had been dreaming about for months. I had been trying so hard to keep my distance, but my mind kept circling back to how amazing it had felt to be with her and how much I wanted to experience it again.

I knocked on the door with a nervousness that I hadn’t felt in years. As she opened the door, the sight of her beauty took my breath away. She was wearing a tight-fitting black dress that showed off her curves in all the right places. Her long blonde hair was down, partially covering her face, but I could still see her deep blue eyes and her rosy lips.

My heart was pounding as we stared at each other in silence. I couldn’t think of anything to say, but I knew what I wanted; I wanted to kiss her. I stepped closer to her, closing the gap between us, and gently pressed my lips against hers.

She responded eagerly and our kiss grew more passionate. I wrapped my arms around her waist and brought her closer to me, feeling her body pressed against mine. I explored her body with my hands and felt her nipples harden beneath my touch.

My hands moved down her body and I tugged lightly on her dress until it was completely off. We moved to the bedroom, where we continued to kiss and caress each other’s bodies. She felt so perfect in my arms, and I couldn’t believe that I was finally here with her again.

My hands roamed all over her body, from her neck to her thighs, and back up again. She responded to my every touch, her moans and sighs increasing in intensity with each caress. I pulled her onto the bed and she straddled me, our eyes locked in a deep gaze.

My hands moved up her waist and around her back, pulling her closer to me. She shifted her hips, her softness grinding against my hardness, and my heart raced as the pleasure built inside me.

My hands moved to her hips and I guided her movements, pushing her to the brink of ecstasy as she moved up and down. With every thrust, I felt my desire grow, but I wanted to make sure that she was feeling as good as I was.

I rolled us over so that I was on top of her and I could feel her softness beneath me. She pulled me closer until her legs were wrapped around me and our bodies were intertwined. I kissed her neck, her cheeks, and her lips, and it felt like I was coming home.

Our movements grew faster and I realized that I was quickly approaching my peak. I could feel her body shaking as she reached her own climax and the feeling of our combined pleasure was beyond anything I had ever experienced.

Afterwards, we lay in each other’s arms, content in the afterglow of our passionate embrace. We talked and laughed, and I realized that something was different. It wasn’t just physical pleasure, it was something deeper, more meaningful.

I was addicted to her and I wasn’t sure what I was going to do about it. But for now, I was just going to enjoy this blissful moment and savor every second of it. I had found my way back to my ex-wife and it felt like I was finally home.