My ex-wife never seems to remember Friday afternoons.
After leaving work early, she comes home, tidies her pussy, shaves her legs, gives herself an enema and slips on an outfit.
She waits by the door on her knees for me to arrive. I walk in, slip the collar on and she suddenly bursts to life.
“Would sir like to hear about my week?” she always asks. “Or would sir like to use my mouth first?”
“Mouth first, talk later.” I always find myself replying as I pull my dick out of my trousers.
She wastes no time in engulfing me, getting me nice and wet for what’s to come. She always makes sure there’s lube to hand, of course, but it’s always lovely to slide into her waiting mouth.
Sometimes I bring a girlfriend; someone in a similar entranced situation as my ex-wife. They’ll happily spend their time sucking on her pussy, or maybe cleaning my load out.
Either way, the basic routine is always the same.
