My Ex and I, a Long Time Ago

Masturbation was a big part of our sex life the last few years my ex and I were married. Most times (4-5 times a week) there was some masturbation, leading to full on sex, but at least once a week our pleasures were solely "hands on" in nature. And truth be told, we enjoyed watching each other. Sometimes we'd lay head to feet, our genitals close to the others head so we could enjoy the view, other times I'd kneel between her legs, and yet other times we'd go one at a time, (im)patiently watching the other while waiting our turn. One of our favorite positions, however, was propped up against the head of the bed side by side, her to my left, our bodies pressed close together, her right leg draped over my left leg, and my left arm and shoulder cradling her head. This put her right arm on my body as she did herself, and I could easily feel the movements she made as she pleasured herself. True, my view wasn't the best, but I could see the top of her hand, and sometimes just knowing what she was doing was plenty. And with her head propped up on my shoulder she enjoyed watching me stroke my thick 6" cock, and in time got to where she could time her orgasm to mine, reaching her climax as my thick cum spurted out onto her hip and arm. Masturbating each other, on the other hand, usually led to intercourse; we would tease and pleasure each other for a time, often move into oral activities, and then couple in one of a few regular positions missionary, cowgirl, doggie being the most frequent choices. On Friday and Saturday nights, we sometimes went for a second round, which often as not was a 69 session, depending on how tired we were. One night in particular I remember, a Saturday night in the Fall, probably early November. The day itself had been warm, but as is typical in the desert, the evening cooled off quickly. We'd had the foresight to heat the pool, had taken a dip during the day, and mid-evening now, we slipped off our bathing suits and headed for the warm water. Plenty of splashing around, a fair amount of sexual teasing (as always), and even a moment of me sliding my cock up and down her slit as she sat on the steps in the shallow end. Soon enough, both of us were interested in "something more". We went on inside to the foam mattresses wed spread on the family room floor in front of the fireplace and proceeded to enjoy each other in ways I can"t describe here. Suffice it to say that after a good amount of time, we cuddled up in each others arms, closed our eyes, and enjoyed the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. Even dozed for a bit, as I recall. Perhaps half an hour or so later, we were both awake once more, and soon, kissing and beginning to become aroused again. She was a slender woman, B-cup breasts with nice, pencil eraser-sized nipples that she loved for me to suck, and a nice bush between her legs, and she did love the attention I paid to her pussy. Of course, in turn, I loved the attention she paid to my 6 incher and my balls when we really got into it. "69?" She whispered between kisses. "Sounds good," I replied, and she moved to turn around and straddle me, her pussy above my head, her mouth engulfing my straining cock as she settled in. This was something we both liked, she because she loved the magic I worked with my tongue on her labia and clit, and I because she still had a good amount of my cum from our earlier round inside her - a tasty treat when mixed with her special juices. Too, I knew it'd take a bit longer for me to cum a second time, and I must say, she knew how to draw the last drop of cum out of me when the time came. I could feel her hand working my balls as they tightened up, swirling her fingers around and around, moving to my cock for a moment as she leaned down to take each jewel in her mouth and work it with her tongue. Good, I've got to tell you! But this night, after several minutes of this, she stopped, shifted around, and came back into my arms. "Tired, I guess. Sorry." But as she kissed me, I felt her hand wrap around my cock again and begin stroking once more. We shifted a bit, and I slid a finger into her tight pussy and rubbed her clit with my thumb. "Yeah... that feels good." We continued that way for a few minutes. "I'm getting close," she said. "Want you to cum on me." "Just about there myself," I said, and within a minute I was spurting my cum onto her bush and slit. I caught a few drops of cum on my thumb and quickly rubbed her clit, the circular motions I knew she loved, and I was rewarded with her own orgasm almost immediately. We lay there for some minutes catching our breath, and finally decided to put the fire out and head for bed. Good memories to jerk off to now!