My ex-wife and I divorced because being an actress, she wanted to move to the West coast to enhance her career, and I was too comfortable with my job to move. So, basically it was an amicable divorce. We did enjoy a very satisfactory sex life, and when she flew back East to visit her sister, she would always visit me for an overnighter, sometimes more than once during her visit.
When I say "overnighter" it implies sex but not the way you might think. One of our favorite games of sex was to take turns waking each other up in the morning. There would be no sex going to bed at night, but one of us would volunteer to wake up the other in the morning.
There were two basic guidelines; only oral sex would be performed, nothing manual or digital, and the recipient had the privilege of accepting or denying whatever the giver offered. An example might explain how it worked.
The last time she visited, we had a nice dinner at her favorite restaurant. Back at my apartment, we watched two movies, during which we drank some wine. She was consuming much more than I was.
"Are you okay, babe? You're hitting the wine heavily tonight."
"I'm just really horny and the wine will help me go to sleep quicker."
"So, a little bedroom fun tonight is not on the agenda?"
"No, but I could really use one of those special morning wake up calls," she said. She winked at me as she sipped more of her wine.
When the second movie had ended, Connie had consumed more wine than I had ever seen her drink. I was afraid I wouldn't even be able to waken her in the morning. We both slept well, and I woke up first.
We always slept nude and under just a single sheet; it gave us a reason to cuddle if we needed warmth. I slowly and carefully eased out from under the sheet and as I leaned over the bed, I slowly peeled the sheet down off her body.
Connie lay almost on her left side, her face turned to her right, her right arm down by her side. Her left arm was lying up by her head on the left side of her body. Her left leg lay basically straight, but her right leg was bent at the knee and out to the side of her body.
Connie is a petite woman, beautiful but flat chested, but with legs and a butt that a professional dancer would appreciate. I looked at her tight little butt and the angle of her lower body and I planned my wake up call.
I slowly crawled up over her on my hands and knees, being careful not to touch any part of her body. I leaned down and kissed her softly between her shoulder blades. When she did not move or respond, I kissed again in the same spot, and then moved down about three inches and kissed that spot.
I eased along, kissing down her spine every three inches. When I kissed the small of her back, she took a deep breath and sighed. I continued kissing until my lips kissed the apex of her buttocks, the sweet soft spot where they meet, something I call "ass cleavage".
From our history of doing this, I knew there would be one of two verbal responses to this particularly placed kiss. If she was in the mood, and uttered "mmmm", it meant I should proceed. I would gently part her buttocks with my hands and spend a lot of time kissing the inside of her butt crack and ultimately her rosebud.
