Over the next several weeks, my ex-wife and I really tried to control our emotions. But, writing passionate Emails and talking on the phone only increased our desire. On one occasion, we met for lunch at a park near her work. I brought a blanket. We both packed lunches. Finding an isolated place, we ate and talked and laughed. In spite of our passion and desire, we limited ourselves to hugs and kisses. We left each other unfulfilled.
A few days later, she called to let me know that she would have the next afternoon off. I told her I would free myself and asked her to stop by my house again. She readily agreed. This time there was no pretense of behaving ourselves. We both knew what we wanted.
My ex was no sooner inside the door than we were hungrily in each other's arms. We dropped on the couch, kissing and impatiently groping every body part we could reach. I pulled her blouse out of her skirt, unsnapped her bra, and like a starving animal, sucked on her nipples. I ran my tongue around one nipple and licked across to the other. She grabbed my head and pressed it into each breast as I went back and forth from one erect nipple to the other. She lifted her skirt, grabbed my hand, and placed it between her legs. I pulled down her pants and greedily touched her swelling sex lips. My fingers were instantly covered with her wetness. She pressed my hand to her clitoris while holding my face to her breasts. As my fingers massaged her clit, I licked and sucked her breasts. She held me tight. I continued my pressure on her clitoris until she came with a scream. I continued rubbing her clit and brought her to several more, stopping only when she asked.
She informed me that now it was my turn. I lay back and she unbuckled my belt, undid the zipper, and pulled down my pants. She unbuttoned my shirt and began caressing my chest. I felt her tongue lick my nipple. What felt like a bolt of electricity flashed through my body. She moved to the other while I moaned with pleasure. She ran her fingertip across my abdomen, never taking her lips from my nipples. She moved her fingers to my legs, stroking up and down my thighs. Then, with one hand scratching my scrotum, she fondled my erect penis with the other. Her hand left my scrotum and began rubbing and pressing against my anus. My body jerked and a groan escaped my lips. She took my penis with both hands and began moving them up and down and back and forth. As my passion swelled, my body shuddered. Knowing I was about to come, she wet a finger and, as semen exploded out of my penis, pushed hard against my anus. I never come so strongly in my life. She took some come and rubbed it across the head of my penis, creating almost unbearable sensations. She lay next to me with a sigh of contentment, and fondled my penis until it became soft in her hand.
Awed by the intensity of our passion, we decided that we would have to draw a line somewhere. I suggested that we stop short of actual intercourse. She agreed that would be a good place for the line.
We rearranged our clothing and, as I walked her to the door, planned our next encounter. Since the next week promised Indian Summer weather, we we agreed to free ourselves for an afternoon and have another picnic in the park. I told her that this time, she was my main course! She laughed and said I would be her dessert.
I arrived early and explored the woods. Searching well off the path, I found a secluded clearing near a stream. I spread out a blanket and set up the picnic. Meeting her in the parking lot, I led her to our spot. We ate hurriedly, then sat for a while watching red and golden leaves floating lazily in the current.
I put my arm around her, her head resting on my shoulder. We began kissing. At first, they were soft and gentle. Our kisses became more passionate, and we explored each other's mouths and sucked on probing tongues.
