I went for a drink, and when I was at the bar, someone tapped my back. I turned around and I saw her: Monica, my ex-wife. She was wearing one of those...bathrobes. Surprised, I asked her what she was doing there. She said she was there with her husband.“Wow! I didn’t know you had gotten married again,” I managed to say.“Yeah, a year ago. He’s a nice guy. He… Hey... Who are you with?” she asked.I pointed at Janet. Monica looked at her and asked me who she was.“Just a friend, you know. Say, I. "Wait," he said. "Let me do the honor of undressing you properly and maybe you will let me take off my shoes." "Darling," she said as he removed her clothes and stepped out of his underwear. "I need you so badly. It was like torture waiting for you to get here. I don't need the foreplay. I just need your cock inside me." With that she laid on the bed with her legs stretched far apart waiting for his manhood to fill her steamy cunt. She didn't wait long. Still wearing his shirt and tie, Andrew. I said..yes! ONE more big glass of wine, and my pussy will be ready for you. WOW!!! Again! Hit me with your best shot honey. She did leaning over and rubbing. She smelled delicious of wine.After we finished a fast glass, she guzzled hers, and told me in in no uncertain slurring terms..lets go.ON the way to her place, she leaned over with a bountiful cleavage showing me she wanted a man & nicely rubbing her mammaries into my side, NOW! She slithered & crawled out of the car, and leaned into. I reached for his member and gently massaged it, feeling his body shudder in response. He lightly pushed me toward the bed and I fell backward, the reassuring weight of his body descending on me simultaneously. His lips found a nipple and would not let go and I could not contain the noises emanating from my throat or indeed the thrashing of my head. He began to roll my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger and I cried out in earnest, overwhelmed by exquisite sensations. He wouldn't.