I arrived at the party with my current girlfriend, and we quickly mingled amongst our friends. We had been together a few months and it had been a rocky road, to be honest. In my opinion, she was very high maintenance, but I’m sure that I was partially to blame for the difficulty we were experiencing. We had a few words on the way to the party and pretty much left each other alone for most of the evening. Both of us were generally catching up with our mutual friends and putting on the required show of unity and contentment when required.

Whilst chatting with a couple I heard a familiar voice say “Hi”, it was my ex-wife, Jan. We had split about eighteen months beforehand and got divorced in the following months. She smiled and waltzed off and I continued my discussions.

A few hours later with an Uber beckoning I went upstairs to use the loo and encountered Jan again and this time she was far chattier, I guess due to the amount of alcohol she had consumed.

As we chatted, she got cosier and more suggestive and almost everything was a double entendre. I was aware I had been upstairs for a little while and was concerned that my girlfriend would have an issue and I told Jan I needed to go. She grabbed my arm and looking me in the eyes said, “I miss us. I miss the sex. I fucked up and I know it but if you ever want a fuck buddy just call me.”

I said goodnight and went downstairs without really considering what she said, found my girlfriend and we got the Uber home. By the time we got home, she was incoherent and virtually asleep, so I put her into bed, turned the light off, and tried to go to sleep myself.

I found, however, that my thoughts drifted to my conversation with Jan and her closing remarks. Sex with Jan had always been good, very good in fact, and that certainly wasn’t the reason for our split. But how did I feel about what she had said and what might be the implications?

My girlfriend, and our relationship, was pushed to the back of my mind and I focused on the possibility of having good, available sex when I wanted it. But what exactly did I want? I thought about this and worked out exactly what I wanted and found myself aroused at just the thought of it.

I was forty-six at this point and Jan was thirteen years older than me but you would never have taken her for fifty-nine. She was a dancer, not as a profession, but she had always danced and was very fit. Very, very fit for her age.

Sex, as I said, had always been good, but I had never really tried to expand on our horizons and was just happy to fuck her whenever the opportunity arose. She was toned and had pert breasts and a firm arse and felt and looked great naked. We even fucked outdoors and in the car a few times.

When we had fucked, she had shown submissive tendencies. She liked tied wrists and blindfolds etc and she even liked course language and I decided this was what I wanted to push. I wanted to push her to her limit. I may have found this to be a very short and quick exercise with a curt brush off, but that is what I wanted. I decided to act on her suggestion and the very thought of it had me hard and excited.

She hadn’t been very nice at all when our relationship ended, at her behest I might add, and slowly the idea of “using her” became more appealing. Even though we had dealt with our differences and moved on, even meeting at hers for a coffee a couple of times, the idea that I could fuck this woman on my terms was unbelievably erotic.

Over the next few days, I couldn’t get the whole idea out of my mind and walked around with a semi hard-on almost all the time. My own excitement amazed me, and I was determined to find out just how far I could take Jan’s offer as soon as I could.

I knew Jan left work around 5.00 PM and was normally indoors by 5.30 PM. My job gives me a great deal of freedom and I was driving home one evening a week or so later and a small detour would take me past Jan’s flat. Timewise was pretty perfect and I could arrive at hers at around 5.45 PM. I agonised about my ideas for a stupidly short period of time, flicked the indicator and made the turn.

I arrived at Jan’s and reviewed how to play this next move which could massively backfire, but I was horny as hell and in my head, she was going to get it.

I walked up to her communal door with my heart beating at a hundred miles an hour and my cock already twitching and straining at the leash and rang the bell.

“Hello!”

“Hi, I have a package for Flat 4, Jan?”

“Sure, come in.”

The door release sounded, and I entered and went up to the first floor and as I approached her door it opened.

“Oh shit!” she said when she saw it was me and I raised a finger to my own lips entreating her to be quiet. She did so and I stood in front of her, a metre or so away, and looked her up and down, very slowly. My eyes lingered hungrily over her curves which were still enrobed in her work attire of white blouse and navy skirt with recently bared legs and feet.

She looked at me enquiringly, one eyebrow raised. I didn’t say anything, and I didn’t move. I just looked. Slower, more obviously. Staring intently at what I thought was the appearance of a hardening nipple through her, evidently, lace bra.

She went to say something again and again I silenced her, this time with a finger to her lips.

They parted and I felt the tip of her tongue against my fingertip. I had her. Right there. Mine for the taking.

I didn’t move and I didn’t say anything.

I just let her tongue slip along my finger which slipped between her lips and over her tongue. Her tongue stopped moving and extended out and as my finger slipped deeper into her mouth. She reached out and pulled me into her hallway, closing the door behind.

Her head lolled back, and I put another finger in her mouth and began to move them in and out as I backed her into her hallway and up against the wall.

I pulled my fingers out and pressed one finger to her lips again and then took her face in my hand, holding her tight to the wall.

With my spare hand, I began to run across her taught body, starting at her hips and up over her arms and around her neck. When I dropped my hand down over the curve of her breast, I heard her breathing change, getting deeper and faster. I kept moving down and over the waistband of her skirt and down to where I could feel the warm skin of her thigh and then up under the hem, along her inner thigh and between her legs. She was wet. More than wet and I smiled deviously.

I pulled away from her a little, still holding her face, and looked down at her blouse and the flesh beneath. We locked eyes and I looked down again and raised my eyebrows. She understood and began to unbutton the blouse, pulling it out of the skirt waistband and shrugging it off her shoulders. She tried to touch me but I stopped her and pushed her hands down to her sides. This was my show…

I caressed her breasts over the bra and could feel her nipples hard and erect. I mauled them actually. Pulling and squeezing her nipples, eliciting small gasps of pleasure as I held her face, making it clear that I would do exactly what I wanted, and she would take it.

I released her face and pushed both her hands behind her back and up between her shoulder blades compelling her to unclasp her bra which she did without any delay.

Her bra fell away and slid down her arms and to the floor, releasing her firm breasts and allowing me free access.

I held her face again and pinched and flicked her nipples until I could feel her squirming.

I dropped my hand down and placed one of her hands on her skirt zipper and she duly slid the zipper down, released the popper and allowed her skirt to drop away.

I cupped her mound and found her sodden and ready and I pulled the skimpy material down and over her arse cheeks allowing her to wiggle free.

She expected me to touch her immediately but I ensured her hands were back at her sides and moved back to her nipples. I tugged, pulled, and massaged her flesh, digging my fingers in whilst still holding her face.

She struggled to stay still and kept moving her hands onto me but each time I stopped my caresses until she relented and dropped her hands away.

I could feel she was desperate for me to touch her and when I eventually dropped my hand down to her cunt she almost came there and then.

I ran my fingers along her puffed and wanton lips, dipping inside and allowing her juices to lubricate her further. Her clit was swollen, and she ground herself against my fingers as I slipped inside her, finger fucking her fast. I pulled my fingers out and allowed her to taste herself, licking hungrily at her own fluids.

I returned to her cunt, sliding in and out easily before cupping her mound and proceeding to fuck her with two fingers inside her. I moved faster, exerting more pressure, and she was starting to plead for release.

She wanted to cum, needed to come, and I could feel her knees buckling as my hand moved faster and faster, harder and harder until she literally exploded, crying out, “Fuck yes, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

When she came, she ejaculated violently, her juices splashing onto the floor and soaking my hand. I moved my hand behind her head, held her hair tightly and made her look directly at my face. Her eyes were wild with desire, and she was gasping and crying out, but I said nothing as I watched her cum.

When her orgasm subsided, I still had hold of her hair and used it to manoeuvre her out of the hallway and into her bedroom, pushing her through the door.

I had seen her bedroom once after she moved in and showed me around, but it had changed. The layout was different, and I was delighted to see the mirrored wardrobe doors. I pushed her onto the bed and onto her hands and knees and with my hands in her hair, forced her down onto her elbows with her gorgeous arse stuck in the air. I pulled back on her hair, raising her head slightly so that she was looking directly at herself in the mirror. I moved around the bed, stood in front of her and waited.

It didn’t take long for her to unzip me and release my cock before taking me in her mouth.

I released her hair a little, ensuring that each time she took me in she had to rock forward to do it, sucking and slurping on my cock as she did so. Then I held her hair again and forced her head back and forth so that she took my cock deeper until she gagged before I repeated the act, each time trying to force her to take more of me.

I took one of her hands and made it clear that she was to touch herself and she did so willingly. Then I fucked her mouth. Hard. Faster and faster before finally breaking away and manoeuvring myself back round behind her.

I still had hold of her hair and I pulled her head back until our eyes met and she could see the pure lust in my face which told her she was about to be fucked.

I moved until my cock was touching her lips, a perfect height on the bed, and waited, poised, ready. I looked into her eyes and she into mine. It looked like she was pleading, and then, she moved her hand and pulled me into her. I stood still as she began to rock back and forth onto my cock, smearing me with copious amounts of her juices as I slid easily in and out of her well-lubricated cunt.

Then I began to fuck her. Pulling her hair and ensuring she watched as I fucked her hard, mercilessly slamming into her. I mauled her breast and slapped her arse cheeks with my spare hand, each drawing gasps and cries of passion and want.

As I fucked her, I wanted her to read my face and my intent, “Take me, you slut!”

I felt animalistic as we fucked, slapping her arse and pulling her hair and she loved it. As much as I slammed into her, she forced herself back onto me with each thrust. She was crying out now, loud and insistent,

“Oh god, yes, fuck me, fuck me…”

I reached under her with my spare hand and rubbed her clit until she was going wild. Once my thumb was soaked, I pulled my hand away and, parting her cheeks, pushed it gently against her butt hole. It was just enough to penetrate a tiny amount and she lost it.

She came again. More uncontrolled than I can remember. Crying out and thrashing her head, driving herself back onto me. We were both soaked in her cum, and she collapsed onto her elbows again.

Once she calmed down, I pulled out and drew her off the bed and onto the floor, directly in front of the mirrored doors and grabbing her hair again, fed her my cock.

I fucked her mouth slowly and motioned for her to wank me. As I neared and she could feel the change in rhythm and pulse she wanked me faster, pulling me out until I was only touching her tongue. I held her hair tight and looked into her eyes and watched as my spunk exploded over her face and into her mouth and she took me in again and sucked me like she hadn’t eaten for weeks.

She collapsed back onto the bed as I sorted out my jeans and zipped myself up, wiping her juices off me with her discarded clothing.

Then I spoke my first words to her.

“Do you have a couple of scarves or cords from a robe?” She replied that she did.

“At 6 PM tomorrow I will knock again, okay?” She nodded.

“You will open your door and leave it on the latch. You will take the two scarves and attach them to your bed head and tie a slip knot in each one. You will tie something around your eyes so you cannot see and lie, naked, and prone on your back. You will slip a wrist into each slip knot and pull it until you are secure. Then you will wait. Understand?”

She nodded and began to ask something, but I silenced her with a finger to her lips.

“Tomorrow.”

She nodded and I left her there. Naked. Used. Spent and covered in my cum.