My name is Dwight, I am 44 and divorced. My ex-wife Alexis and I had been happy for 12 out of the 14 years of marriage. Then something changed. We stopped talking, we stopped having sex and we started fighting all the time. When I found her fucking my best friend in our living room, I moved out that same day and filed for divorce. Instead of parting amicably, she hired a fancy lawyer and fought me on nearly every point, for the next year and a half. Meanwhile, her new lover, my ex-best friend, moved in with her, in our marital home.
After finalizing the divorce and ending up with just a small portion of my own money, I moved to the big city and took a job in airport security. It took me a while to erase her from my mind, but finally, after almost two years - of what had probably been the worst time of my life - I succeeded in picking up the pieces and moving on. I found a small, cozy apartment, not far from the airport and had even rebooted my social life. Aside from male friends, I had also made a few lady friends with whom I could have casual sex whenever the mood struck me. Life was good again!
Until one day, now two months ago...
The airport where I worked was one of the smaller ones in the country. On average, we handled about five flights per hour. I was in charge of outbound customs, more specifically the metal detectors before entering no-man's land. At around 3:45 in the afternoon, I suddenly saw a familiar face. I couldn't believe it, it was Alexis. I couldn't tell whether it was anger or pure hatred, but I could feel my stress levels rising. I had no clue how I was going to handle this.
I thought about running away or taking a break, but there wasn't time to call for my replacement. Besides, there was always the chance she might see me, and I was not about to give her that satisfaction. I also didn't know how she was going to react to me. Deciding that offence was the best tactic here, I told one of my female colleagues I would take care of the lady in the red skirt. She looked at me funny, but it was the kind of favor we did for each other, no questions asked.
I grabbed the remote control of the metal detectors - yes, we can make them go 'beep' when we want to - as I was still trying to decide how to handle this.
When my colleague directed her to my line, she recognized me, smiled politely and whispered, "Hi Dwight, how have you been?"
"Please step through the detector, ma'am," I said calmly, but as detached as I could. Alexis' smile disappeared from her face. She kept looking at me as she put her carry-on, her purse and her coat on the little conveyer belt and stepped through the detector. I used the remote in my pants pockets to make it go off.
"Have you got any metal on you, ma'am?" I asked.
"Yes, I've got a tank hidden in my underwear," Alexis quipped, thinking I was just playing around. I looked at her for a few seconds, and when she realized I wasn't kidding, she added, "Jesus Dwight, no, I don't have any metal on me!"
"Please take off your shoes and step through the detector again please," I asked. Annoyed, Alexis obeyed. Of course, the detector beeped again.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but I am going to have to ask you to follow me," I said.
I turned to my colleague and said, "Carol, I'm in exam room 3."
Carol looked at me funny, as technically I wasn't allowed to examine a woman. Alexis probably knew that as well, but followed me anyway, albeit visibly reluctant.
After closing and locking the door behind us, I immediately said, "I must inform you that you have the right to ask for a female security officer to conduct this search..."
"What is this bullshit, Dwight?" Alexis asked as she cocked her hips and crossed her arms in front of her, with an angry face, "I don't have any metal, guns or drugs on me, we both know that!"
"I don't know that," I replied.
"Fine," Alexis said, uncrossing her arms and unbuttoning her blouse, "You're still angry with me for what happened with Zach, and now you finally have a chance to punish me..." she concluded.
"There," Alexis said, throwing her blouse on the floor. Unprepared for this, I simply gawked at her red bra, as she just stood there, her hands on her hips. Her tits were still as huge as I remembered.
"I must inform you that you have the right to ask for a female security officer to conduct this search..." I repeated, sounding like a broken record. To be honest at that point I had no idea where I was going with all this.
"No, I don't want someone else! There's nothing here you haven't seen before; just get on with it, I have a plane to catch," Alexis barked, annoyed.
After several seconds of gawking and inactivity on my part, she said, "No? Not enough?" and reached back to undo her skirt. A few seconds later she shook her pelvis, causing her skirt to drop to the floor.
I couldn't believe my eyes. There she was... in her matching underwear, with stay-up stockings. God she looked hot, especially after all that time. I stared at her curves, and at her big nipples piercing through her bra - which she'd obviously bought a size too small.
Taking my silence and as a sign to continue, Alexis said, "What, still not enough, huh?"
As I saw her reaching back and unclasping her bra with both hands, part of me wanted to tell her to stop - that this wasn't what I was after - but I didn't. I just looked on as she took it off and threw it against the far wall.
"There, happy now?" she said, posing for me like a porn model, her hands on her hips. The pace and determination with which she had taken her clothes off was making it very difficult for me to get a grip on the situation. I gawked and - literally - drooled over her big tits, not to mention her nipples which were so enticing I had to refrain myself from reaching out and touching them. I could feel my fat cock pushing against the inside of my pants.
"No, of course you're not," Alexis snorted, as she hooked both her thumbs behind the waistband of her red panties. I held my breath, realizing I was going to see Alexis completely naked after all that time.
"You want to see my pussy, don't you... my adulterous twat, the cunt I used to cheat on you," Alexis growled as she pulled down her panties and stepped out of them, picked them up and threw them against the far wall, next to her bra. In retrospect, I don't know why she did that. She could have just dropped her underwear on the floor right next to her, instead of throwing them about five meters away. That was just kinky!
Alexis allowed me to gawk at her gorgeous, stark naked body for about five seconds, then asked, in an angry, but calm tone, "Well? Is it all you thought it would be? Is this what you wanted? Is this the revenge you were af..."
I took my eyes off her cunt for a moment to see why she had stopped mid-sentence. To my shock and horror, she was staring straight at my fat, hard cock, tenting my pants. Immediately her demeanor changed. Suddenly she no longer seemed angry.
With a mischievous smile on her face, she shuffled closer and said, "Oh, so that's what you want... why didn't you just say so!"
As she slowly unzipped and unbuttoned my pants, part of me wanted to push her away and run out of the room. This woman had betrayed me, had cheated on me and had been responsible for the worst period of my life. Getting naked and frisky with her didn't seem like the best of ideas. Unfortunately, a fat, throbbing cock cannot be ignored, and so I did nothing, except stare down at her hand undoing my pants. Without wasting any time, Alexis sank to her knees as she pulled out my throbbing dick. She looked up at me and immediately began fisting my shaft. Up and down, up and down.
We held our stare for more than ten seconds, which was all it took for her to make me cum. I grunted and shot my load on her naked bust, her shoulders and her neckline. I hadn't jacked off in several days, so it was quite a big load, but Alexis took it all without batting an eye. She kept pumping my cock until I had nothing left to give.
"I guess you don't have any tissues, huh?" Alexis asked, largely rhetorically, as she got up. Without waiting for a reply, she walked over to the far wall and picked up her panties, wiped and scooped up as much of my spunk as she could with the inside of them and then carefully put them back on. It was the sluttiest thing I'd ever seen!
"I guess we're done here?" Alexis asked, looking at me, standing there in just her cum-soaked panties.
"Yes, yeah," I stammered.
Alexis turned around, putting her bra, skirt and blouse back on, and said, "Look, I don't know what this was and if you want to do it again..."
I could hear her, and part of me knew she was waiting for some sort of reaction from my end, but I was too stunned and shocked by what had just happened to formulate a coherent response.
"Ok, so I don't have time to wait for you to snap out of it, I've got a plane to catch, so if you write down your phone number, I'll text you my flight number next time I am passing through," she added, handing me her business card. Taking that card seemed like a big step all of a sudden - although I had just blown my load on her - and so I hesitated.
A little too long to her liking, apparently, because she suddenly threw the card at me and barked, "Fine, suit yourself!"
Realizing I was just being lazy and childish, I quickly bent down to pick up her card and replied, "I am sorry, I blacked out for a moment... my number is still the same."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah," I replied.
"Okay then, I'll text you," she said, getting ready to leave the room.
Suddenly realizing my flaccid cock was still hanging out, I reached down to zip up.
"Take care of him," she whispered, as she glanced down at it.
"I will," I smiled, amused.
"I wasn't talking to you, dufus," she sneered, before walking to the door and unlocking it.
After she had stepped out, I quickly closed the door and tried to wrap my head around what had just happened. This situation had gotten out of hand so fast! I took another few minutes to gather my thoughts and find my focus again, which wasn't easy, considering my deeply conflicting feelings about the whole situation. I was in a dream state for the rest of the day, reliving the whole experience over and over again, getting hard each time. I jacked off as soon as I got home, and again the next morning before going to work, thinking about Alexis' naked body and my cum on her tits. Over the course of the next week, I jacked off about eight more times, favoring the memory of my ex-wife over actual porn.
Then, one evening during the second week after the incident, I suddenly got a text on my cell phone from an unknown number. There was no text, just a flight code, a date and a time. I quickly checked Alexis' business card and realized the text was from her. I figured it was only polite to confirm.
[Me] I'll be there.
A few hours later - I had just turned in, as I had an early shift at the airport the following morning - I got another text from the same number.
[Alexis] Hey stud, wanna play?
Figuring she'd accidently sent it to the last number used, I ignored her text. But about five minutes later, she sent the same message again. I didn't want to reach out to her, but I didn't want to keep getting messages from her, so I decided to send a concise, to-the-point message.
[Me] You really need to check the number before sexting. Slut.
To my surprise, I almost immediately received another text back.
[Alexis] I am pretty sure I have the right number, wanker!
Back in the good old days, Alexis and I were pretty kinky. You wouldn't believe the number of times she'd made me cum by insulting me - while jacking me off, or making me jack off myself.
"Wanker" had always been one of her favorite insults. So, I was pretty sure she knew she was talking to me. But then why was she sexting me? Was she just pestering me? Or was she actually interested in playing?
No! I immediately told myself that couldn't be the case, so I ignored her message once again and tried to fall asleep. Off course, that didn't work.
Five minutes later, I got another text.
[Alexis] Last chance! Wanna play, fatso?
