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See my previous story about my Ex and I getting together years after our divorce, and about a month after her longtime boyfriend had passed away.


It was coming up on Labor Day weekend the next time I heard from Jane.  Our previous tryst had been in mid-July, about a month after her long-time boyfriend Ed had passed away.  She called early in the week and asked if I’d be interested in spending the holiday weekend up at her cabin, about a two hour drive from where we lived.  I accepted, since I hadn’t made any other plans for the long weekend (and in truth, I’d kinda wondered if she’d want to get together again for some hot sex).  We agreed to leave town on Thursday afternoon and come back Tuesday afternoon.  She said she’d pick me up around two in the afternoon, and I asked what I could bring for the weekend.  “I’ll get most things, you pick up a couple of good steaks for Saturday night.” Thursday afternoon rolled around.  Jane was about an hour late, “Problem at the office” was the excuse.  Our ride up to her cabin was uneventful, mostly talking about things going on in our lives.  She had told me a few weeks before that she’d torn the old cabin down and replaced it with a new one (I’d stayed in the old cabin one night with her many years ago, slept on the couch in the living room).  But imagine my surprise when we finally got to the cabin, and I saw what almost looked to be a concrete military bunker!  Seems she had the old cabin razed, tons of dirt moved, and a concrete structure put in place, then covered up with dirt.  A couple of front windows, the main entrance, and the front wall were all that was visible as one drove onto the property.  “Lot of termite problems with old one,” she explained. The cabin was cool, and by the time we’d finished bringing in our food and luggage for the weekend, night was pretty well upon us.  Jane turned on the heater, fixed a light supper for us, and we quickly ate. “TV reception is so-so sometimes,” she said, so we settled down in a couple of easy chairs and just talked for a while.  After about half an hour, I noticed that her hand was between her legs, and her fingers were rhythmically rubbing up and down that certain area down there.  “Yeah, been thinking about it the last few days, knowing we’d be alone most of the time,” she announced when she saw me watching her.  “Let’s head into the bedroom.” She got up and headed down the hall, and I quickly followed.  Once in the bedroom, she turned and kissed me, then stepped back and started undressing.  “I want you to just watch at first, and after I get off, I want you to go down on me.  You always were the best at that.” “Sounds good,” I responded, and I stripped down, climbing onto the bed just as she leaned back against the headboard, opened her legs, and slowly started rubbing her clit.  I settled down between her legs to watch.  She still had the mole I’d remembered between her outer labia and her right thigh, and overall, both her inner and outer labia were thin.  Her public hair seemed a bit thicker than I remembered, and I wondered if maybe it had grown back thicker after she’d shaved it for a period of time for Ed (she’d showed me slides of that many years ago when she fixed dinner for me one time while Ed was out of town on business).  “You really do like to watch, don’t you?” “Yep,” I answered.  “Just something about looking at a gal’s pussy and watching her fingers going to work.” “After we got together back in July, I thought about you watching me several times while I did it.  ‘Way back when, it didn’t seem to turn me on all that much, but thinking about it since, it really did.  Nice that you like to watch.”  She picked up her pace a bit, and soon she was cumming, her fingers a blur on her clit.  She rested for a few minutes, started up again, and again, a few minutes later, she was cumming hard.  When she settled down afterwards, she lay there quietly, and for a minute I wondered if she was going to doze off. “Remember the times we sixty-nined?” Boy, did I!  Maybe we couldn’t make it as a couple, but she had always been good in bed.  We talked about a couple of 69 episodes we remembered, and soon she reached out, grabbed my cock, and started slowly stroking it.  “So hot, so hard.  Must say, you were one of the biggest I’ve ever had.  Always did like the way you filled me up.” “Always liked how tight you were,” I replied. “Get on your back.  Time to 69,” she said a couple of minutes later.  And we did.  Felt good to have her mouth wrapped around me again, and even better when I pumped a load into her mouth.  She came then too, and I enjoyed the taste of her for the first time in years.  

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