We Can't Afford To Live Apart

[edsoames]

She's seeing her lover out of the door, she looks very flushed, her hair is a mess and her housecoat is leaving little to the imagination, the cum from her lover's black balls trickling down her leg.

We had been married for nigh on twenty-five years, we have been divorced for two. Finances are such that we both still live in the marital home. The reason for our divorce, her having a boyfriend behind my back, was also supposed to be the start of a new life for her. He however, dumped her as soon as she was free. It seems he found her interesting only because she was his married slut. So here we are, still stuck in our small terraced house.

I always thought our sex life was good. Now and then I would last long enough for her to orgasm while I was still inside her, at least that was the impression she gave.

Things she said during the heat of our pre-divorce arguments implied I'd never taken her to orgasm, so I now believe she faked every one of them. Looking back, her supposed climaxes during sex were extremely tame when compared to what her toys gave her.

Perhaps if I could have pleased her more or if I'd had an extra inch or two in length and girth she wouldn't have strayed. In the early years of our marriage getting hard three or four times a night was a regular thing. Perhaps some of that was what she missed with me and found with her lover.

We have not shared the same bed since our split. Our solution is to each have one of the spare rooms as our personal space. Whichever one of us wishes to bring a lover home from a date gets to use our old bedroom. I have yet to use it. My ex-wife uses it most weekends and sometimes during the week.

At first, when she brought a guy home, I would turn up the volume on the television to drown out the creaking of the bedsprings and the banging of the headboard on the bedroom wall. No doubt it turned the guys she was spreading her legs for got a kick out of making sure her ex knew she was being screwed. Over time she started to moan louder, as though she was getting over concerns about me hearing her enjoying herself. It's likely her lovers were encouraging her to be vocal.

Her lovers were always gone before breakfast and were never mentioned.

Some three months into our divorce we both had a date on the same night. We agreed that I could use the marital bed. By the time I brought my lady friend home, who happened to be a woman of very easy virtue, my ex wife was being very vocal in our bed with a man between her legs. Not wanting make a fuss I took my date's hand to lead her to my bedroom. She wasn't impressed with the situation even though I had told her what the set-up was.

"What kind of man can bear to be in the next room while his wife is getting fucked?" was the rather loud verbal battering she was giving me.

"She's no longer my wife" was all I could muster "that and they are only doing what we are going to be doing."

I asked her to be quiet. It didn't work.

"Whatever. Am I supposed to let you fuck me on this small bed while your wife's stud gets to have her in comfort in there?"

My desire to have this woman was waning but it had been some time since my last fuck. I started getting undressed, as did she. She lay on the bed with her legs spread wide, I climbed between her thighs.

"If you're going to fuck me get on with it, or do I have to spend all night listening to your wife enjoying herself?"

A combination of my wife and her lover being very loud and my woman's attitude conspired to reduce the blood flow to my manhood.

"Is it in yet?" killed off my erection. I climbed off of her and told her to get dressed. She told me she had nearly laughed at the size of my cock, as a parting shot, when I saw her out of the door and to her taxi.

I was still feeling horny and so for the first time since the divorce I went to bed with the intention of listening in on my ex and her beau and jerking off to the noises they were making. They were still making love when I turned over and fell asleep.

When we argued about the use of the marital bed the previous night, my ex-wife's dimissive comment was "You would have only needed it for five minutes at most, me and my guy made really good use of it most of the night."

Of course, over the following weeks, she noticed I was going to my room quite soon after she had taken a lover upstairs. She had also noticed cum stains on my sheets, she didn't need to be a genius to know I was getting off on listening to her. To say it caused an argument is an understatement. I was forced to stop listening for a while.

Late one night, and quite unexpectedly, she came downstairs in her sheer bra and panties. I thought she was checking that I hadn't gone to bed to listen to them.

"I've been telling Tony about you listening to us the last time he took me to bed. He wants to know if you would like to watch us? No touching us and no talking. You sit in the chair in the corner with your hand down your jogging bottoms if you must jerk off."

I followed her up the stairs. I sat in the corner as instructed. Tony stood behind my ex. He unhooked her bra and told her to throw it to me. Tony's thumbs hooked over the waistband of her panties to slide then down her legs. She stepped out of them and deftly flicked them with her foot to my face. I held them there, they smelled divine.

Tony cupped her left breast and used his other hand to finger her pussy. I don't think my cock had ever been harder. I'd seen her naked before, she'd been my wife after all, but seeing her naked in the hands of another man was so amazing I almost shot my load. I had never seen anything so erotic, not even online. My ex wife was my porn star!

Tony stood them at right-angles to me, pushed down on her shoulders, she went to her knees, cupped his balls and swallowed the whole of his shaft. She's never even kissed my cock, despite promising she would after we got married. My ex wife was making love to Tony's cock with her mouth. He got insistent, grabbed the back of her head and fucked her mouth until his thick cream was seeping from the corners of her mouth.

Tony barely softened as he sat at the end of what used to be my bed. He having her face me he pulled she who used to be my wife to his lap. He slipped straight up her wet pussy. My ex wife looked me in the eyes as she bounced up and down on her lovers phallus. It wasn't long before she closed her eyes and started coming. I knew for certain at that moment she had never orgasmed on my cock.

They climbed under the duvet, kissed passionately and started fucking. Tony looked back at me and said "Fuck off to your room". They were still having sex when I fell asleep.

"Last night changes nothing but you can start listening again when someone is making love to me if you want to."

She had enjoyed being used in front of me more than she had initially let on so it happened again, and again a few weeks later with another lover. Before too long she was telling her one night stands and her regulars that I was at home and that she enjoyed making me watch. Very few of them refused her the pleasure, many abused me verbally by making fun of my willingness to accept my role.

Our relationship has improved no end. I still don't get any sexual favours from my ex, and never will, but we are considering remarrying. She tells me it would turn her on to be once again a cheating wife with a psychologically neutered husband.

Her latest lover now having gone home she turned to me, shrugged off her housecoat, pointed to her matted pubes and said "Clean me."