I was selling the house my ex-wife and I had lived in together, and couldn't wait to get it off my hands. The estate agents I spoke to were all in rough agreement on the market value so I'd chosen one based on the key attribute of how attractive the actual agent was. Samantha, who preferred 'Sam', had easily won. A couple of years younger than me, maybe 30 or so, she was very sexy, with long dark hair, beautiful green eyes, a lovely figure and a good size pair of tits.
Sam and I agreed I'd decorate the house before putting it on the market. My ex, who knew a few tradesmen via her job, did the organising of that, which sadly also involved her having a lot of meetings with Sam to discuss the best way to decorate for a quick sale. I would have much rather have had those meetings with the delectable Sam but couldn't argue with my ex's expertise and contacts. So, 2 months later, I was on my way to meet Sam at the house to get a final valuation. I admit I was looking forward to it.
My ex and I had split 8 months earlier, a combination of boredom with each other and our differing social lives putting paid to our 4 year marriage. Our sex life had always been good and we'd carried on fucking until the end, and had had 4 or 5 'convenience' fucks with each other after splitting, though not for a while. I had been seeing a colleague on the side but that had stayed a secret from everyone, including my ex. The colleague, Lucy, was herself married but keeping the situation quiet meant her marriage wasn't affected either. It was never really an affair, more fuck buddies.
Lucy and I were fucking for about 6 months before the split. It started after we'd been spending a few late nights at the office, and then working on a project together at a client site. The project had been a great success and when it finished we'd had a celebration meal with the client, meaning we stayed over at a hotel. Lucy and I walked back to the hotel about 10pm, and I suggested a night cap, meaning a drink in the bar.
Lucy had smiled and said 'Fancy getting it on room service in my room?'
'Errr' was all I could say, such was my surprise. Lucy was very attractive, curvy and with lovely bright red hair and pale skin. She wasn't at all flirty though and I'd never have expected her to say something like that.
'God look at your face! I'm not asking you to marry me you know!' she said.
'I know I know I'm just trying to make sure I'm not about to make a tit of myself,' I said.
'Ok I'll make it easier. Fancy coming back to my room and having an end of project fuck? No strings, I have fancied you for ages, now is as good a time as ever. Say 'no' if you want, no offence will be taken.'
It was a tiring, but fantastic night. We started by showering together in the large bathroom, touching and feeling each other, she grabbed my hard cock and played around with it while I rolled her nipples between my fingers. She went down on me with the water cascading over us, her tongue working up and down my shaft before she took most of my length down her throat, she really knew how to suck a cock. She stood and we kissed again. I moved my fingers through her sexy bright red pubic hair then we moved to the bed. I returned the oral attention, enjoying licking the fuck out of her pussy, the bright red hair a real turn on for me, while she moaned loudly. I used my fingers on her clit and she had a loud orgasm, then we fucked for ages before I came inside her. She loved doggy style, loved her hair being pulled and hard spanking on her arse cheeks. We had a rest then fucked twice more before she kicked me out about 5am. After that we'd managed a couple of meet ups a month, and a couple of times I'd had the pleasure of fucking her and my ex on the same day before my marriage ended.
Lucy and I eventually decided to stop the fling and I started to use tinder, and actually did pretty well. I got plenty of sex, managing to hook up with women in their early 20s and others in their late 40s, and plenty in between. I'd hit a barren spell though and was looking forward to seeing Sam, not that I thought I stood a chance with her.
She was still as sexy as fuck. Her outfits were usually just the sort of thing I found sexy and today's was a great example; a silky white shirt with an enticing button or two undone, shortish shirt and heels. I don't mind admitting I was distracted by her, especially when I followed her up the stairs and could clearly see the outline of a tiny thong through the tight skirt. As we chatted about the house she had a delicious habit of running her tongue over her lips in a very sexy way. I'd noticed the patterns of her bra visible through the silky material of her blouse and detected the shape of a slightly hardened nipple.
We agreed the market value and that she'd show potential buyers around, texting me appointment times to keep me informed and we shook hands and said goodbye.
The following week I was on my way to the house to touch up some of the decorating and, when I arrived, I saw one of the estate agent's branded cars parked nearby. I hadn't had a text to tell me about a viewing, so I assumed they were at a different property. I let myself in and saw a coat hanging up in the hallway, exactly the same as one I knew Sam wore.
At the same time I heard a moan of pleasure from upstairs. There was no mistaking the sound of sex. I couldn't believe what was happening, she was using my house as a fuck pad! I marched upstairs, the new carpet dampening my footsteps, intent on banging on the bedroom door, when I heard Sam say 'I'm going to taste you now, I want to taste your pussy' and I must admit my cock stirred.
When the reply, another female voice but much quieter, said 'Come on then my puss wants it' I almost stumbled to a stop. I'd recognised the voice, and I only knew one person who referred to her 'puss' rather than 'pussy'.
I walked quietly on, they were in the main bedroom and the door was wide open and, from the landing area outside I could hear everything, but see nothing. I briefly imagined marching in and them suggesting I join in, but this wasn't a porn movie and I knew it would just be embarrassing.
The sounds were as sexy as fuck though, the sound of Sam teasing with her tongue, making her bedmate almost plead to be licked
'Oh come on don't tease me let me have your mouth on my clit' I heard her moan and I couldn't help but rub my already stiff cock in my jeans, thinking of the times when I'd made her say similar things. When it had been me with my mouth on her clit. In my head I could still taste her and when I heard her say 'oh fucking hell' in joy I guessed Sam had given in and started on her clit, I could recall how it felt with that clit on my tongue.
I peered through the gap between the door and its frame and could see my ex-wife lying on her back, visible to me from neck to waist, I could see her large tits moving as she got thoroughly tongue-fucked. Sam was on her knees licking her, naked except for a pair of black knee high boots.
