My ex wife is a whore
By: Date: October 11, 2021 Categories: Sex stories, and erotic novels Tags: , , , , , ,
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First a bit of background. This is the first in a
series of DJ’s sexual escapades. DJ is the nickname
that my ex-wife was known by. She never cared for
either of her given names although I never thought that
either was a terrible name. So in deference to her she
shall continue to be known only as “DJ”.

When we first met we were both working for a large
company with our office located in the downtown area of
a large southern city. Our relationship started
innocently enough. We would join our co-workers at our
favorite “watering hole”. It was a nice place just a
block down from our office.

Over a period of time we were passing glances back and
forth that conveyed more that just casual interest. To
make quite a long story shorter we became involved
sexually and that was when I learned just how much DJ
loved to fuck, or for that matter anything sexual,
giving blowjobs, handjobs, being eaten-out, exposing
herself in public. We would spend our lunch hours in my
van. The van was parked inside a self-serve
parking
garage on a monthly basis.

Now for DJ’s physical description. DJ was 5′ 10″ and
weighed about 128 pounds. Her rather tall and slender
body accentuated her amble breasts. They had no sag
whatsoever and were capped with aureole about the size
of a half dollar. Her nipples were quite sensitive and
would extend to more than three quarters of an inch
when DJ became aroused.

She had long firm legs due to her hobby (other than
fucking and sucking) of running. She had participated
in and won several of the corporate 5K and 10K runs.
Her stomach was very flat with just a slight bulge just
above her pussy. Her stamina was incredible. She could
have marathon fuck sessions having multiple orgasms.

Now on to the day at the park. As I mentioned our
office was located in the downtown section of the city.
While some of the adjacent buildings were vacant and
had started to show signs of neglect, there were
revitalization efforts ongoing to bring business and
people back to the downtown area. A nice park with a
fountain had been created about three short blocks from
the office. It also had a small amphitheater for
concerts during lunch when the weather was nice.

One day during the summer DJ and I decided to forgo
“lunch” in the van and went to get a sandwich at a shop
on the far side of the park. After we had eaten we
strolled back through the park. There was no concert
that day and we just headed down on of the many brick
paths that traversed the park.

I had started to take a certain path when DJ said,
“Let’s go this way,” and turned onto another path. I
didn’t say anything as it didn’t make any difference to
me. We had walked on for a short distance when I
noticed that DJ had slowed her pace. As I looked up at
her I could see that she was looking across an open
green space toward another wider path that paralleled
one of the streets that bounded the park.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she replied as we continued to way toward
the intersection of the paths.

As we approached the other path DJ slowed her pace even
more and looked back down the other path.

“Let’s go this way,” she said and turned onto the wider
path.

“We’re going away from the office in this direction,” I
said as I turned to follow her.

“I know,” she said. “Aren’t the paper boxes down this
way?”

“Yes,” I replied, “which paper did you want, I have the
local back at the office.”

“No,” she hesitated. “I want to pick up a copy of the
Intown Crier.” This was a free publication which listed
coming events in the city and gave reviews on the
newest movies and restaurants.

As we approached the rows of paper boxes I noticed that
DJ was looking toward the short bench-type wall that
was part of the fountain. The fountain was the focal
point of the park and was directly across the brick
area from the paper boxes.

DJ had come to a stop about twenty feet from the boxes.
When I looked up and was about to comment on that I
noticed that DJ had a flushed hue starting to spread
upward from her neck. I also noticed that her nipples
were now straining the light fabric of the cream
colored blouse she was wearing.

Just as I began to speak again she mouthed, “That must
be him.”

“Who?” I asked, trying to follow her gaze.

I think it was then that she finally remembered that I
was even there.

“Just someone the girls back at the office had told me
about, it’s nothing really.” She said but her face was
still turned in the direction of the fountain which was
some fifty feet away.

“Either there’s something to it,” I said, “or you’re
having hot flashes. I still don’t know what you’re
talking about.”

DJ then turned to me and said, “Don’t turn around but
look at the group of guys standing by the fountain
wall. See the one with the multi-colored shirt and
khaki colored pants, he has dreadlocks.

I turned slowly and looked toward the fountain.
Standing near the bench was a group of five or six
black guys who looked to be in their mid-twenties. The
on DJ had described was standing in the middle of the
group. He was probably 5′ 11” weighing between one
eighty or one ninety. He had fine features and an
athletic build. He did indeed wear his hair in long
dreadlocks reminiscent of Bob Marley.

“Yeah, I see him, so what about him?” I asked.

“When he turns back facing more in our direction,” DJ
said, “look at his crotch area.”

“Why would I want to?” I asked.

“You’re the one who wanted to know,” DJ replied.

I turned slightly so that I could watch the group
without being obvious. After a few seconds ‘Bob’ moved
to the far side of the group and in doing so turned to
face directly where DJ and I were standing. I looked
down at his crotch and then I saw what DJ must have
been talking about. It looked as though he had stuffed
the center tube from a roll of paper towels into his
pants. The outline ran down the left pants leg to about
four inches above his knee. I’ll have to admit that I
stared a little longer than I had planned to.

“You don’t think that’s really his dick do you?” I
asked.

“That’s exactly what Sandra said Michelle asked when
they saw him last week here.” DJ said. “They say he’s
here almost every day and that’s the question that
keeps coming up,” DJ giggled. “No pun intended.”

“He must have put something down his pants leg,” I
said. “Just to tease any of you girls who happen to be
‘pecker checking’.”

During this conversation DJ had not taken her eyes off
“the package”. As I looked at her face it was still
flushed and her breath was becoming somewhat labored.
Her nipples were clearly distended to the max.

“But what if it is all him?” she asked.

“Well, we can always settle that question by asking
him,” I jested.

“No,” DJ panted. “You’re not serious, are you?” She was
still looking at him and looking more flushed than
ever.

“You’d really like to know wouldn’t you,” I said.
“You’re really turned on aren’t you?”

“No… I-I… well, YES, I guess,” she flushed.

“Wait right here and keep looking toward the group then
watch me,” I said as I turned toward the fountain.

DJ continued to watch as I approached the group and
asked ‘Bob’ if I could have a word with him. I asked
him to step away from the group. We stood by the paper
boxes I pointed toward DJ and told ‘Bob’

“See the pretty lady in the cream colored blouse with
the nipples about to rip through, she would very much
like to know if you’re equipment is, ‘as advertised’.”

‘Bob’ had looked toward DJ as I asked the question.
Went it registered with him, ‘Bob’ quickly looked at me
with a questioning look.

“Are you the cops man? Are you trying to set me up or
something?”

“No, we’re not the cops,” I said. “We work downtown
here and her co-workers had told her about the guy in
the park. She came looking for you today to see for
herself. She really wants to know. She’s really turned
on right now just looking at you and wondering.”

‘Bob’s facial features turned to a smirk, “She really
wants to know, huh?” he mused.

We spoke as DJ watched. ‘Bob’ nodded in the affirmative
and I returned to DJ.

“What did you say to him?” she breathed.

“Nothing much,” I said. “C’mon on let’s go,” and I took
her elbow and guided her along the brick path toward
the exit to the park.

We were walking toward our building and DJ was still
inquiring what my conversation had been. As we came to
the entrance to an old service alley that ran between
two vacant buildings I guided DJ into the alley.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Just come
on,” I said and continued down the alley.
The alley was open at either end and as we came to a
recessed service dock on the right side of the alley DJ
gasped as she caught a movement at the dock. She
grabbed my arm by reflex. I looked over and there stood
Bob, leaning back against the dock�.just as we had
planned.

“Jesus you scared me,” DJ exclaimed, then she realized
it was the guy and she turned to me and looked me in
the eyes.

“What’s going on here Jack” she asked.

“DJ,” I said. “Meet Eli. Eli meet DJ. DJ, Eli’s agreed
to let you find the answer to that question. You know
the one that you and your girl friends are asking.”

“Is it real,” she intoned as she stared toward Eli’s
crotch.

“That’s the one,” I replied.

At that point Eli had let his left had drop to the
front of his pants leg and began to rub the outline
through his pants. DJ was watching this as if
mesmerized, she was slowly taking small steps closer so
that she could get a better look. The ridge around the
head was now clearly visible as it seemed to increase

in diameter it still stopped above the knee by about
four inches. By this time DJ was only two feet away
from Eli, still looking at his growing member.

“Well if you want to know, you’ll have e to work for
it, not me,” Eli said as he leaned back against the
dock.

It took a moment for DJ to respond. She looked up to
Eli’s face and then turned to me with a questioning
look.

“Go ahead,” I said, “I’ll just stand back here and
watch if that’s okay.”

DJ didn’t answer. I knew she wanted me there.

“Okay by me,” answered Eli.

DJ reached for the zipper tab of Eli’s pants. She
quickly zipped it down and I could actually see her
shudder as she reached into his open fly with her right
hand. As she attempted to extract Eli’s dick from his
pants DJ realized she would need to get a her hand
around it further down it order to pull it back through
his fly.

DJ moved closer to Eli so that she could run her hand
down his pants leg. This position put DJ’s face within
inches of Eli’s and her breast rubbed against his
chest. She closed her eyes and sighed as she licked her
lips in response to the contact of her super sensitive
nipples with Eli’s chest. DJ could reach orgasm just
from nipple stimulation.

I could see the outline of her hand as it extended down
the pants leg in front of Eli’s dick. She grasped it
half way down it’s length and began to pull her arm
back out of Eli’s pants. As she pulled it through the
open fly it was actually doubled back into the pants.
It looked like she was pulling a loop of huge black
hose from Eli’s pants.

Eli sucked in air and said, “Watch the zipper babe.”

DJ said, “Sorry,” and decided to use her left hand to
extract the lower half while her right hand held the
upper half up.

This maneuver proved to be the answer and she quickly
finished hauling the monster from it’s lair. DJ had
dropped her left hand away as she accomplished getting
Eli’s dick out of his pants. She still grasped it at
half way with her right. It was still pretty much in a
flaccid state but still looked all of ten inches at
that and a girth of six.

She then reached with her left hand again and grasped
about an inch behind the glans and lifted the head as
she slowly sank to a squatting position in front of
Eli. She slowly brought the head to her lips and gave
it a sucking kiss. I knew from personal experience what
Eli was feeling just now. His face was pretty much
unchanged though.

DJ lifted the entire cock and began to lick from near
where it came out of the fly up the underside all the
way to the glans. Eli flinched a little at this. DJ
then returned to serious attention to engulfing the
entire head with her lips. She was able to get the
first four inches into her mouth by shear suction. She
continued to suck then let Eli’s cock slip from her
mouth.

“It’s not getting very hard,” she complained.

“Well,” I said. “Maybe Eli needs some visual stimuli as
well,” stepping up behind DJ.

I reached over her shoulders as she continued her oral
ministrations and began to unbutton her blouse. I
pulled her blouse out and opened it as far as I could.
Her tit mounds were spilling out of the half cups of
her bra and the nipples were just restrained by the
lace trim that covered them.

I reached down and unsnapped the bra ( thanks to the
inventor of the front snap) and pulled the cups back as
her breast burst forth to freedom. Eli’s eyes told the
story as they widened in obvious appreciation of the
sight before him. I reached down and began to tweak the
nipples of both breasts. Unrestrained, the nipples
began to extend from the pinching.

“Aren’t they magnificent?” I asked Eli.

“Best I’ve seen in a long time,” he replied. “Mind if I
take over?”

“Be my guest,” I said.

With the velvet Hoover action and the stimulation Eli’s
pricked had began to harden. I guess it does take some
time to fill up given the volume required.

I stepped back and watched as DJ moaned around the head
of Eli’s dick. The breast play and sucking such a prick
was really turning her on. Watching DJ was having it’s
effect on me. I had gotten hard at the very sight of DJ
hauling the cock from Eli’s pants. Playing with her
nipples while I looked down on Eli’s black cock being
sucked into her mouth had given me a blue-steel
throbber. I thought what the hell. I unzipped and
hauled my cock out into the open and began to slowly
stroke it back and forth.

Eli was fully erect now. DJ was resting her left hand
on his right thigh for stability while her right hand
jacked his almost thirteen inches with increasing
speed. The head was still buried past the glans in her
suctioning mouth. DJ moved from her squatting position
and now was on her knees. With her left hand free and
never missing a beat she reached into Eli’s fly below
his engorged cock and now hauled his ball sac out. As
she continued her oral assault and rapid jacking of his
meaty tube she fondled his balls with her left hand.

Eli now had his head tilted back, eyes closed while he
continued to maul her breast and pull on her turgid
nipples. I could sense that DJ was gaining ground even
though it had started slowly. DJ grasped the cock with
both hands now and while continuing to jack it with
both hands she slowly tilted her head to a slightly
different angle and began to slowly feed more of that
monster cock into her mouth and into her throat. When
she had gotten another three inches into her gullet she
returned her left hand to Eli’s nuts and resumed
caressing them while her right hand picked up the
jacking of the remaining eight exposed inches of hard
black cock.

Eli’s hips had started to get into a rhythm of face
fucking DJ as she jacked his enormous cock. His
breathing became shallow and faster. I knew he was
close to erupting.

I saw Eli’s thighs tense and he sent his pelvis forward
as it arched upwards. DJ responded by squeezing harder
and moving her hand at a blur on his now pulsing cock.
I could see her throat contracting and knew she was
swallowing to keep up with the volume being expelled by
Eli’s cock. I watched as DJ’s body shuddered and I knew
that she was also in the throes of a violent orgasm.
Her nipple were as long as I’d ever seen them and
crinkled up. Her breast seemed swollen in arousal

DJ’s hand had stopped jacking the cock still stuffing
her mouth and throat. She was still grasping it mid
staff. As Eli’s spurting stopped he relaxed his hips
and opened his eyes. All he said was, “Damn!”

DJ finally gave up the prick as it softened and began
to shrink to it’s normal ten inches. She let it hang
down it front of Eli’s pants.

“Thank you, she said looking up into Eli’s eyes as she
placed a hand on the front of both thighs. She then
slid her hands around and grasped both of Eli’s
muscular buttocks and pulled him toward her in a hip
level hug that forced her face into his crotch. She
held him there just breathing in the scent of his
manhood for almost a minute. She then released his
buttocks and placed her hands back on his upper thighs
and pushed her face away from his crotch.

A strand of cum had leaked from Eli’s cock tip during
the embrace and formed a large droplet at the opening
of his cock slit. DJ picked the head up and brought it
to her mouth. Her tongue slid out and deftly flicked
the errant drop into her mouth and she smiled as she
swallowed and then said, “Waste not, want not”.

DJ then softly placed Eli’s cock back in his pants and
pulled the zipper up giving the bulge a final soft pat.

As she turned around and looked in my direction she
exclaimed, “Well what do we have here?”

I was standing there
with a still raging hard-on an
long tendrils of pre-cum dripping from the head of my
cock. I had stopped jacking it as I became engrossed in
DJ’s handling of the thirteen inches of black dick.

“Come here baby,” she said staying on her knees. Her
breast were still fully exposed and swollen with
passion.

I walked over to DJ with my raging ten inches pointing
the way. She simply opened her mouth and I parked my
cock in the familiar confines of that wet warm mouth.
DJ began to suck out all that dribbling pre-cum as she
groaned around my hard shaft.

I pushed forward and she assumed the same position I
had seen her take with Eli. The head of my dick began
to invade her throat and she place both her hands on my
hips and began to push and pull, setting up the face
fucking rhythm. I reached down and cupped each breast
and began to tweak her nipples again. We had done this
any time so I knew the drill.

As the rhythm of the face fucking increased, the
suction increased, and I began to increase the pulling
on those sensitive nipples.

DJ’s right hand
came to my shaft and began to stroke
with the rhythm. My balls were tightening and I knew it
wouldn’t long.

She increase her tempo as I sent my pelvis arching into
her mouth. I felt the orgasm in my toes and I felt that
familiar shudder as DJ’s entire body responded to
another shattering orgasm.

As before she held my cock in place until it began to
deflate. Then lovingly hugged me and sucked the last of
my jism from my cock.

Eli smiled and waved, “later guys it was great”.

DJ stood up and I helped get her boobs back into the
bra and her blouse refastened.

As we were leaving the alley arm in arm she said, “That
reminds me of Thanksgiving or Christmas.”

“How’s that?” I asked.

“Large portions of light and dark meat with plenty of
gravy,” she replied.