It was bright and early Monday morning and Jen was wide-awake. She had a very restless night and was lying in bed feeling depressed about the direction her life had taken. She had just recently turned 30 and it had been nearly nine months since she divorced her ex-husband Ken. The loneliness had eaten away at her and culminated last night when she reached an all-time low and had sex with her ex.
Jen and Ken were married for nearly 5 years. They met on Jen's college graduation day. Ken was the older brother of one of Jen's sorority sisters and fellow graduates. When they met, Jen thought he was the hottest man she had ever laid eyes upon. Ken was 6'1", 190 pounds of muscle, and incredibly handsome.
As luck would have it, Ken lived in the county next to Jen's hometown and they soon found themselves virtually inseparable. Although he was only 2 years older than her, Jen thought she had found herself a real man, unlike those immature college boys she had to put up with for four years. It didn't take long for her to fall in love and after two years of romance; Jen found herself married to what she thought was the man of her dreams.
Not long after the wedding, Jen and Ken's relationship deteriorated as quickly as it had blossomed. Ken started taking Jen for granted and spent more and more time away from home. When Jen got pregnant, she thought that would rekindle the relationship, but after their son KJ was born, things just got worse. Ken continued to spend most of time away from home drinking with his buddies or constantly working on his motorcycle or jet skis when he was at home. As time went on Jen felt more and more neglected and may as well have been a single parent.
As with the rest of the relationship, the sex also grew worse over time. Although Ken was never a particularly good lover. Jen vividly remembers the first time they had sex. They had been dating for about a month and by this time she was so attracted to him that her nipples would get hard and her pussy would get wet every time she looked at him. The first time she saw his dick she couldn't believe her eyes. Not only was Ken incredibly handsome and well built, he was also packing a beautifully shaped 9-inch dick. Jen thought she had died and gone to heaven. Her bubble was quickly deflated when Ken blew his load a couple minutes after sticking his monster dick inside her. The worse part was that he actually thought he had rocked her world.
Unfortunately for Jen, their fucking never got much better. They tried fucking soft and slow, hard and fast, and every position imaginable, but nothing ever seemed to help. Jen even resorted to routinely sucking his dick to orgasm prior to fucking, but he still could not come close to making her cum. After a few years and hundreds of fucks, Jen finally accepted the fact that despite his huge dick, Ken was a lousy fuck.
The only good thing about her sex life was that Ken was great at eating pussy. As with most women, Jen could have intense orgasms from oral sex and in the beginning Ken was always willing to go down on her. This too changed and Ken's tongue became a stranger to Jen's clit. Over the last couple years of their marriage, the only time Ken would go down on her would be to get her just wet enough for him to fuck her.
Despite Ken's selfish attitude and sexual shortcomings, Jen would have stayed in the marriage for the sake of her son had it not been for months of consoling and persuasion from her best friend, Alex. Jen finally decided to leave Ken and moved into her free apartment at the apartment complex she managed. Every so often she would get lonely and depressed, but she always had Alex and her son to pull her through. Sometimes she felt guilty about relying so much on Alex for support. Afterall, he was married with his own life and although she was cool with his wife, Katrina, the last thing Jen wanted was to put a strain on their marriage.
Having sworn off all men after so many years of frustrating sex with Ken, Jen was relying exclusively on her own fingers and the occasional toy to get her off. In fact she was convinced that the only way she could climax were by the skillful manipulation of her clit from her own fingers. As a result Jen and her magical fingers had reached new levels of intimacy and she became so good at masturbating that she could get herself off with only a few strokes of her clit.
With a dormant sex life of her own, Jen was fortunate enough to live vicariously through her assistant manager Mary, who was famous for telling every detail of her sexual escapades. Countless number of times, Mary would tell Jen her latest adventure and Jen would get so hot she would have to go in her office, close the door and let her fingers work their magic.
It was Mary who was indirectly responsible for Jen's sexual relapse with Ken. When Ken came to her apartment to return KJ from the weekend, Jen was on the phone with Mary, who was telling her about her thorough fucking from the previous night. As usual the more Mary talked the hornier Jen became and when Ken arrived, Jen's sexual arousal was in overload.
Forgetting for the moment how much of an asshole Ken had become, when she looked at him, all she could think about was her wet pussy and how good his big dick would feel in it. For the first time in years, Jen was dying to be fucked and she convinced herself that it was no big deal to take advantage of her ex-husband's 9-inch dick. And who knows, maybe he had finally learned how to use it.
As soon as Ken returned from putting KJ to bed, Jen was on the couch buck-naked. When he saw her, Ken's dick was instantly hard and within minutes they were fucking like old times. Unfortunately for Jen, it was just like old times and Ken came after only a few strokes. When he refused to go down on her after shooting his load, Jen kicked him out and vowed never to give him the pleasure of her pussy ever again.
When Jen finally dragged herself into her office after her restless night, she immediately called Alex. "I fucked Ken last night."
"Why?"
"I was horny."
"I thought you relied on your magical fingers."
"I was desperate and lonely. And you've been constantly telling me that I need to get some dick."
"I said you need some good dick ... not the same dick and I bet he didn't even make you cum, did he?"
"How'd you know."
"I can tell in your voice."
"Is it that obvious?"
"Trust me Jen, when you get some good dick everyone will know."