Sex with an Ex

This morning, waking early, wife at my side, chaste in pyjamas. Mornings being my natural time for sex. Not hers, nor any other time.

Daydreaming about an ex, also a morning person. Yoga teacher, beautiful body, lovely strong face, blonde. Lucky to have had her.

A single mother, Italian, but crisp and uninflected in her English. Daughter staying with grandparents during the week, me staying with her.

Her preference, soon discovered, soon standard, orgasm via cunnilingus, sixty-nine position, her underneath. My cock in her mouth, not a huge part of her attention, useful to smother her sounds.

My fingertips in the hollows beside her lips, stretching them open. My tongue learning her rhythms, flicking her clitoris. Her orgasm soon forthcoming.

Occasionally asking, why don't you cum in my mouth, it'd make my orgasm bigger.

But me worrying about cumming too soon, so my body holding back until she's finished. She then asking what I want, then obliging.

This morning, daydreaming. My ex's needs and mine in excellent harmony, for years. Yet the bond eventually wearing away.

Maybe I should contact her again, rekindle something. But the thought untempting. All my ex's, friends, utterly devoid of sexual frisson.

Oh well, try to get back to sleep.