Ex Wife's First Toy

In October of 1996 my ex-wife and I visited another couple at their new home in the mountains north of Atlanta. The house was a new small 4 room bungalow in a small college town that they had purchased as their retirement home and was in contrast to our large home in the suburbs. We enjoyed the hot fall days walking in the quaint town and hiking in the mountains. Late on the last night of our visit to their home, my ex and I were lying naked on the air mattress in the den facing each other kissing and caressing. She rolled onto her back and while maintaining a deep kiss, I slowly moved my hand over her flat mid-section, over her neatly trimmed pubic mound and between her slightly open thighs. I slid my palm over her entire pussy and gently stroked her pussy. I could feel her arousal and she moaned very softly. (I mentioned it was a very small house.) In an effort to introduce some variety to our usual foreplay ritual where I would continue this gentle pussy palming until she came, I moved my hand back up to her naval and returned to her by then very wet genitalia and used my middle finger to directly touch her clit. She angrily pushed my hand away since she had an extreme aversion while sober to direct stimulation of her love button. At that point it did not look like either of us was going to get off that night. I was really sorry and I tried to explain to her that I was trying to spice up the moment. She was not amused.
As we could do in that point in our marriage we were able to view it as a humorous incident and we discussed as we had several times before (this time in hushed voices) what kind of stimulation turned us on. The whispering turned to her giggling when I related that the first time that I came when I masturbated, that I had moved my pillow between my legs and humped it while pretending that it was the brown-haired beauty in the second row of my eighth grade English class.
Then I whispered a question in her ear,” How did you first come when you masturbated?”
She said,”I am too embarrassed to tell you.”
In pressing for an answer I joked, “Give me a hint and I will try to guess.
She said,”I used something you would find in the home.”
I asked,”Which room?”
She said,”Guess!”
I started my guesses with the kitchen and was it a cucumber. She giggled a little louder and said,”Not the first time.”
I next guessed the basement and was it her mother’s massager? The massager was not the wand type of today but rather a device that was the size of a treadmill and had belt that went around the mid-section and a motor that moved the belt.
She laughed out loud at that one and said ,”You have a vivid imagination. Next time we go there I have to see if the thing still works.”
My next guess was the bedroom and that she too used a pillow.
She said,” I have tried a pillow many times as a warm up but can’t orgasm on it .
Then said,” I give up.”
She said, ”You forgot about the bathroom.”
I thought to myself, “I think she is enjoying our game and she might actually tell me. But there are a hundred things in the bathroom. Which one is it?”
“The handle on a hairbrush?”
“Not even close,” she answered.
“A comb?”
She shook her head no.
“A toothbrush?”
“Uh!Uh?”
“A toothpaste tube?’
“Nope!”
“A small bottle?”
“You're close,” and she blurted out,” it was a Tickle deodorant bottle!”
Then she literally threw herself on me and planted an almost violent French kiss on me while quickly but gently groping my dick. She was really turned on and she proceeded to warm me up by taking my rapidly hardening dick between her lips and flicking it with her tongue as only she could. When I was hard she slung her leg over and rode me like a cowgirl for about a minute to an intense orgasm to the point where she collapsed forward onto me and smothered my mouth with another kiss as she came to muffle her usual load moan of pleasure. We had this movement we had choreographed where we would transition from the cowgirl position to the missionary position without uncoupling. I remember how tightly she held her legs around me that night as we performed it. She was still aroused and came again after a few minutes and then held back until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I could feel my juices building up and started pounding into her, she bucked right back holding her own despite the 80lb difference in our weight. We both came at the same time. The intensity was only magnified by the need to stifle our orgasm noises because of our hosts on the other side of the wall.

The next morning as we were getting into our rental car and saying goodbye, our host said with a straight face that she was “Tickled Pink” that we were able to come up to see them. My ex and I had a good laugh on the way to the state park where we would be eyed by a bald eagle after hiking up to the summit (If you can call it that on a Georgia Mountain) prior to stopping in Dahlonega for the night on our way to Atlanta to catch our flight home. These pictures remind me of that night. Those were the days.

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3 years ago
The images are in my profile. This is a link.
http://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/416181/ex_wife_in_dahlonega.html
3 years ago
very good