Sylvia got engaged, and needed her ex-husband to sign the divorce papers so she could get married. He made her give him a blowjob before he'd sign them... then they get carried away, and are fucking on the sofa when her fiance calls to see how it's going with her ex.
Dan and Sylvia had been seeing each other for somewhere around fourteen months, and living together for about half that amount of time. They’d developed a nice, comfortable relationship that seemed to fit them perfectly... and, for them, date night after work on Fridays had become a pleasant weekly tradition they both quite looked forward to.
On that particular Friday, Dan had chosen a nice... fairly expensive... Italian restaurant for dinner. Not really out of character, per se, but a bit more upscale than their usual go-to’s on date night.
It was a beautiful, warm summer evening in Pikeville, Kentucky, so.... after savoring a delicious meal at Giulia’s Italian Cucina, they’d enjoyed a leisurely drive around the tiny downtown area and surrounding hillside... then eventually ended up back at the apartment they shared in Robinson Creek... a charming suburb just south of town.
Sylvia was a little surprised when Dan didn’t waste any time getting her clothes off once they got home... usually they’d lounge on the sofa and watch TV for a while, before heading to bed for a little sex before falling asleep.
But that night he led her straight into the bedroom... pulled her summer dress down past her large, pendulous breasts... then used both hands to caress and squeeze them... while Sylvia giggled, and helped push her dress the rest of the way down to her ankles, so she could kick it off to the side.
She didn’t like wearing a bra... especially on date night... so all she had on at that point was a pair of thong panties, as the two of them shared a tender kiss... while Dan fondled her soft boobs and tweaked her stiffening nipples.
Although a little surprised by his urgency, Sylvia gladly went with it... unbuckling his belt, and pushing his pants and briefs down to the floor, as she reached between his legs and began fondling his growing hard-on.
She grinned as she looked at the expanding penis in the palm of her hand... watching it get bigger... and stiffer... as she continued to knead the shaft, and paid extra attention to the bulbous tip. This was a fun part of their weekly date-nights... she loved Dan and enjoyed having sex with him... he had a decent sized dick, and was pretty good in bed... she was able to have an orgasm nearly every time they fucked. For her, the important thing was that they’d been together for a long time... Dan was reliable and loving, and she felt comfortable with him, and their familiar routine.
Once their clothes were piled on the floor next to the bed, Dan nudged Sylvia backwards onto the mattress... then pushed her legs apart... bent down, and leaned forward into her exposed snatch... using his lips and tongue to play with her pussy lips and awakening clitoris.
Sylvia laid on her back... with her eyes closed and her legs spread... as Dan used one hand to play with her lolling breasts, and used his other hand to stroke his nearly erect boner... while continuing to lick and tease her vagina and quivering nub.
Sylvia moaned softly as she enjoyed Dan’s attempts to satisfy her orally, but it really wasn’t one of his strong suits, so she didn’t usually climax when he did it. But, it still felt pretty good... plus, he seemed to enjoy doing it... and Sylvia liked that he was willing to try.
With Dan’s hand pulling on his cock, it wasn’t long before he was fully erect. Still using one hand to pump his throbbing hard-on... he gave Sylvia’s clit a final flick with his tongue... then moved his body up over hers... using his arms to hold himself above her so he could watch her heavy tits wobble around on her chest. He guided his cock between her legs... then slid the head of his stiff erection into her wet pussy... shoving it all the way in, until his nutsack slapped against her ass cheeks.
She let out a throaty whisper as he entered her... then moved her bottom in rhythm with Dan’s rocking hips... as he pressed his lips against hers in a passionate, tongue-filled kiss... and shoved his straining boner in and out of her wet cunt, over and over.
After a minute, or so, Sylvia reached one of her hands in between them... past her belly... and down to her moist pussy lips. She used the fingers of that hand to find her stiffening clitoris... and began eagerly rubbing it back and forth... as a pleasant, tingly orgasm began to build between her legs.
Dan shoved his stiff rod in and out of her snatch a few more times... then let out a grunt, and blasted a load of cum all over the inside of her cunt. As Dan slowed down his rocking hips... relishing the aftermath of his climax, and emptying his balls into her pussy... Sylvia continued rubbing her pulsating button until she suddenly let out a muted cry... then held her breath... as a delicious, warm climax washed over her.
After spending a few minutes rocking their hips and enjoying the remnants of their fading orgasms, Dan rolled off, and plopped down on the bed next to her. Sylvia snuggled up against him... laying alongside him, with her head resting on his chest, and one of her hands loitering between his legs... casually toying with his shrinking cock.
As they caught their breath, and murmured back and forth about how good it felt, Dan reached over to the night stand... opened the little drawer... and pulled out a tiny velvet box.
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, he opened the box... showed it to Sylvia... and asked her if she’d like to get married.
Totally caught off-guard... Sylvia threw her hand to her mouth... let out a squeal... then gushed, and exclaimed, “Of course... yes!”... as she sat up next to Dan on the bed, and watched him proudly place the ring on her finger.
As she gazed at the glittering diamond on her hand, it dawned on Sylvia that this was the reason for their special dinner... and Dan’s urgent rush to have sex right after they got home.
After enjoying the new adornment on her ring finger for a few moments, Sylvia laid her head back onto Dan’s chest... resumed fondling his spent prick, and murmured, “I guess I need to go ahead and get divorced now.”
Surprised, Dan said, “What? I thought you were already divorced!”
Sylvia gave him a kiss, and told him, “Well, not technically... I mean, Craig and I split up almost three years ago, but I never actually filed the divorce papers... and he’s definitely too lazy to do it himself.”
Dan said, “Holy shit, Sylvia... is that going to be a problem?”
Sylvia stopped playing with Dan’s penis... he was a one-and-done kind of guy, so she knew it wasn’t going to get hard again... then sat up, and said, “It’s no big deal, hon... I’ll file the paperwork first thing on Monday, then take it over to Craig’s place next weekend and get him to sign it.”
Still in a bit of shock, Dan said, “Can’t you just mail it to him?”
Sylvia got out of bed, and headed to the bathroom to clean up, saying over her shoulder, “Well... I could... but it’d probably sit under a pile of dirty clothes for a few months... and then I’d still have to go over there to make him sign the papers.”
She turned on the shower, then walked back into the bedroom while the water warmed up, and added, “He won’t dispute it, or anything like that... but he’s a procrastinator... it’s just the way he is... so, it’ll be better if I go over and have him sign everything while I’m sitting there so we can get it over and done with.”
She bent over the bed... where Dan was still laying on his back, trying to process this latest bit of news... gave him a soft kiss on the lips and a gentle squeeze of his flaccid dick, and added, “That way you and I won’t have to worry about it when we start planning our wedding.”
Sylvia and Craig had been in their early-twenties when they met... then dated for a couple of years before deciding to tie the knot. At first it was okay, but they were both still pretty young, and it didn’t take long before Sylvia realized that Craig was simply too irresponsible and immature for her... with no signs that he’d ever grow out of it.... so, they’d only stayed together for about four years before splitting up.
It was an amicable separation, and they’d been apart for nearly three years, but... during that time... neither of them had ever bothered to consummate the end of the relationship with divorce papers. After a while, it had just slipped onto the back burner, along with other obscure tasks that needed to be done “someday”. But, now that Dan had proposed, getting a divorce from Craig was sitting squarely at the top of Sylvia’s to-do list.
So, the following Monday, Sylvia found a local attorney and had uncontested divorce papers drafted. She had the finished documents by Thursday, so she figured she’d take them over to Craig’s apartment that weekend to get them finalized and signed.
Not surprisingly, Craig had remained in the apartment they’d shared while they were married, so Sylvia knew right where to find him... about 30 minutes away in Boldman... another rural enclave on the other side of downtown Pikeville.
On Saturday morning, Sylvia woke up to Dan’s morning wood pressing against her lower back. With bleary eyes and a convivial smile, she yawned... then rolled over and sucked the tip of his early boner into her mouth... giving him a warm, wet blowjob to start his day.
After blasting a load of cum down Sylvia’s throat, Dan got up... got dressed... and headed off to the local golf course to play a round with three of his co-workers, while Sylvia stepped into the shower.
Once she had the water running, she quickly washed her hair, then used shower gel to lather up her entire body. Smiling to herself, she let one hand slip in between her legs... using fingers from that hand to tease and tweak her nascent clitoris... while using her other hand to gently caress her soft, fleshy breasts, and pinch her stiffening nipples.
After enjoying her soapy massage for a few moments, she sat on the stool in the shower stall... grabbed the hand-held shower head, and turned it to “pulse”. She parted her legs... then used one hand to spread her labia... exposing her engorged nub... while using her other hand to hold the shower head in perfect position.
She closed her eyes and mumbled expletives to herself, as the pulsating jets buffeted her swollen clitoris... prompting her chest to flush red, and a luxurious, exhilarating sensation to wash over her from nipple to clit. With her eyes still closed, she suddenly caught her breath... then let out a raspy groan... as a delicious, tingly climax coursed through her entire body.
Oh, shit, that felt amazing!
She wallowed in the lingering euphoria of her early morning orgasm until it finally faded away... then climbed out of the shower... dried herself off... and got ready to drive over to Craig’s place in Boldman.
She looked in her closet, and decided on a short, denim skirt... along with a tan, midriff halter top that showed off plenty of cleavage, and did nothing to keep her breasts from jiggling or swaying whenever she moved around. She knew Craig was a boob-man, and she figured it wouldn’t hurt to offer a distraction to help convince him to sign the divorce papers quickly.
She jumped in her car, and drove the thirty minutes to Craig’s apartment... arriving there just after noon. She remembered that the doorbell to their old apartment never worked, so she knocked... then waited, listening for Craig’s footsteps inside, making their way to the front door.
When Craig opened the door, Sylvia was not surprised to see that he was barefoot... wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, with no t-shirt... even though it was already lunch time. His hair was damp, so she figured he’d just gotten out of the shower... which she took as a good sign.
He was a bit startled to see her... but they smiled at each other and shared an awkward hug, before Craig opened the door further and waved her into his living room.
Sylvia noticed that Craig’s eyes kept glancing down at her exposed cleavage and obvious nipple bumps, so... smiling to herself... she intentionally made her tits wobble a bit, as she walked into her old living room, and took a seat on her old sofa.
She placed her folder with the divorce papers on the coffee table, then smiled at Craig and asked how he’d been doing.
Craig chuckled, and said, “Good... real good... but, damn, Sylvia... what’s it been... three years?”
He picked up the remote control for the video game he’d been playing, as Sylvia responded, “Yeah... almost exactly three years.”
Craig started playing his video game again, as Sylvia looked around the room... noticing the discarded clothes and some crumpled snack wrappers on the floor and end tables, and... with a wry grin... quipped, “Well... the place looks the same.”
Without taking his eyes from the TV screen, Craig chuckled, and said, “Yeah... not much different than when you were here.”
With an ironic smile on her face, Sylvia nodded her agreement... then watched the figures on the screen respond to him pushing buttons on the remote for a few moments.
After a pause, she asked, “So... are you working?”
Craig didn’t take his eyes off the screen, as he answered, “Yeah... I’ve been doing construction work for Walden Properties for the past year, or so.”
Since Craig had always had trouble holding down jobs while they were married, Sylvia tried to hide the surprise on her face, as he added that he works long hours during the week, but gets weekends free to do... well, pretty much nothing... until the following Monday.
Sylvia was glad that he’d found steady employment... and, she had to acknowledge that his construction job seemed to be doing good things for him. He appeared to be in better shape than he was during the last two years of their marriage... although, with another glance around the untidy room, she also acknowledged that some things never change.
She watched him pressing buttons and blowing up zombies for a minute, or two, then... wondering how best to bring up the divorce papers... she asked, “So... are you seeing anyone?”
Without looking away from the action on the TV screen, Craig shrugged, and said, “No one special.”
He added that he gets together with a couple of women he knows from the Rock Bottom Bar... which, Sylvia knew meant that he was fucking them. That bar was Craig’s usual haunt since before they started dating, and she suspected he’d been fucking some of his female friends from there periodically even while she and Craig were married.
Then... with a sheepish sidelong glance at Sylvia, Craig added that he occasionally sees someone from the neighborhood.
Sylvia’s eyebrows shot up, and she exclaimed, “Wait... who?... Marianne? The one you were always drooling after? For fuck sake, Craig... isn’t she married?”
With a self-indulgent grin, he said, “Yeah... but her husband travels a lot for work... so she comes by whenever she gets lonely... or has an itch that needs scratching.”
Sylvia shook her head, mumbling, “I don’t know about you, Craig... you always seem to get into these types of situations.... I don’t know how you pull it off.”
He laughed, and said, “Yeah... well... what can I tell you... she knows what she likes.”
Then he put the game controller down... got off the sofa to head into the kitchen, and said over his shoulder, “I’m getting a beer, Sylvie... you want one?”
She shook her head, as she looked at her watch and noted that it was barely past noon... but then changed her mind... nodded, and said, “Sure... I’ll take one... thanks.”
Craig returned with the beers... handed her one... then sat on the sofa and picked up the game boy remote again.
Sylvia took a sip of her beer... then cleared her throat as she grabbed the manila folder from the coffee table. She held it up, and said, “Well... I’m getting married, Craig. I’ve been dating Dan for over a year, now, and he proposed last weekend. I accepted... so, we need to get these divorce papers signed in order to do that.”
Craig paused the game on the TV screen, lowered his controller, and said, “Aaaahhhh... so, that’s why you came by.”
He ignored the folder she was holding up in her hand, but let his eyes drift down to the outline of her breasts pressed against her top... unfettered, and gently swaying beneath the thin material of her blouse... her stiff nipples poking through her shirt... and said, “Well... congratulations, I guess... and, by the way... you look great.”
She knew he was referring to her low-cut top and exposed cleavage... which made her blush a bit... then, with a self-deprecating smile, she said, “Thanks, Craig.”
She could tell that her cheeks had flushed pink... so, she lowered her eyes... then unconsciously glanced down at his crotch. With a wry grin, she noticed that his boxers had ridden up his thighs... and the head of his dick was sticking out from beneath the hem of his shorts.
She caught herself smiling when she saw the tip of his penis... she couldn’t help herself... his manhood, she had to admit, had been the best part of their relationship while they were married.
Without really meaning to, she recalled images of his cock from their past. Hard or soft... didn’t matter... it was a beautiful, circumcised prick... thick and veiny... about 9” long, with a wide, helmet-shaped head... and, she recalled with a smile... it seemed to stay hard forever. In her mind’s eye, she could still picture it... impressive, even when it was flaccid... swaying back and forth between his legs... and quickly getting impossibly long and hard with the slightest provocation.
With a coltish grin on her face, she remembered that he used to get an incredible erection just seeing her naked tits while they were getting dressed in the morning.
Craig smiled over at Sylvia... noticed that she was ogling his cock, which he knew was sticking out past the bottom of his boxers. With a wicked smile on his face, he put his game controller on the coffee table, then leaned over toward her... grabbing a handful of boob... while taking one of her hands, and placing it on his exposed knob.
She blushed even redder, pulled her hand away from his dick, and said, “What the fuck are you doing, Craig? We haven’t been together for three years.”
He chuckled, and said, “Yeah, I know... I know... but seeing you just reminds me of how much I loved playing with your tits.” With his eyes focused on the outline of her heavy breasts and nipple bumps, he added, “It’s been a really long time... and you still have the nicest tits I’ve ever seen.”
She surprised herself when she giggled, and said, “Yeah... well, you always did get off to my boobs.”
Sylvia realized she was smiling... so she made herself stop... then held up the divorce papers, and said, “I really need you to sign these, Craig... so Dan and I can get married.”
With a lascivious grin, he grabbed her breasts again, saying, “I will, I will... I just want to play with these a bit first.”
Sylvia let out a resigned sigh... then let him fondle her tits for a while. She glanced down at his crotch again, and noticed that... not surprisingly... his dick had grown until it was nearly fully erect... exposing the round, bulbous tip... along with even more of the thick, rigid shaft... sticking out beneath the bottom of his boxer shorts.
After a few moments, she pulled his hands off her boobs... held up the papers again... and begged him to sign them for her.
With a salacious grin, Craig said, “I’ll sign them if you give me a blowjob.”
With a stunned scowl on her face, Sylvia snapped, “What the fuck.... you can’t be serious!”
Craig picked up his game boy controller... fired up his video game again... then turned his attention back to the TV screen, and said, “It’s up to you, Sylvie... but, that’s the deal.”
Sylvia tried a few more times to dissuade him, but it obviously wasn’t working... so, eventually... reluctantly... she agreed.
Craig chuckled... stood up quickly to slip off his boxer shorts... then, smiling lewdly, sat back down on the sofa... with his legs spread wide, and his hands clasped behind his heads.
He said, “And lose the top... I want to see your boobs bounce around while you blow me.”
Blushing again, Sylvia mumbled, “Color me surprised”, as she pulled her top over her head... allowing her heavy breasts to spring free, and sway back and forth in front of her.
She reached over and wrapped one of her hands around Craig’s nearly erect shaft... held it straight up in the air... then leaned over and sucked the wide, round tip in between her lips. She began bobbing her head up and down on his stiffening rod... over and over... as it quickly grew to its full 9” in her warm, wet mouth.
Sucking Craig’s boner was prompting pleasant memories from back when they were married, and Sylvia found herself a bit mesmerized by the long, thick hard-on banging against the back of her throat.
She pulled it out of her mouth and looked at it admiringly... noting that it was so much bigger than Dan’s... as she stroked the glistening pole with one hand, while using her other hand to fondle his fleshy nutsack between his legs.
Sliding her hand along the slick shaft of his stiff erection, Sylvia smiled to herself and mused that Craig’s cock had definitely been her favorite thing about their relationship.
She slipped it back into her mouth, and resumed bobbing her head up and down... while stroking his rigid boner with her pumping fist, and using her tongue to stimulate the ridge around his mushroom-shaped head.
With his hands still clasped behind his head, Craig watched Sylvia’s tits bounce around beneath her as she energetically sucked and stroked his cock... and it didn’t take long before he caught his breath... pushed her head down onto his throbbing prick... and held it there as he exploded... filling her mouth with rope after rope of warm, creamy splooge.
Sylvia swallowed his entire load, then slowed down the pace, but continued sucking and stroking his rock-hard dick, as he moaned his pleasure and reveled in his lingering orgasm.
After his nutsack was empty, and he’d finally caught his breath, Sylvia sat back up, and smiled at Craig, as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
With glazed eyes, Craig smiled back at her and exclaimed, “Damn, Sylvie... you always give the best blowjobs.”
She chuckled, and said, “Even better than Marianne?”
The two of them laughed, and he replied, “Fuck, yeah... not even close!”
Still smiling, Sylvia grabbed her beer from the coffee table, and finished it... noting that she always enjoyed a cold beer after swallowing a load of cum.
As she put the empty bottle back on the coffee table, Craig grinned at her and said, “Let me return the favor.”
She was caught by surprise when Craig leaned into her, and pushed her backwards, so that she was lying on the couch. He quickly pushed her skirt up to her waist, and yanked off her panties off... then nudge her legs apart, and buried his face into her exposed pussy.
Sylvia let out a squeal, and attempted to resist... but not all that hard... and Craig found that she was already dripping wet. He began to run his tongue up and down the slit between her labia... then quickly focused on her clit... feeling it stiffen and tremble, as he eagerly sucked on it... flicking it over and over, and rubbing little circles around the swollen tip.
With her eyes closed, Sylvia spread her legs a little further apart... then reached down and grabbed the back of Craig’s head... pulling him harder into her drenched vagina, and grinding her aroused nub against his warm, wet tongue.
Gently rocking her hips and slowly shaking her head back and forth, Sylvia smiled to herself... remembering that Craig was a master at making her cum with his mouth.
Holy shit, she’d forgotten how amazing it felt to be eaten out by someone who knew what they were doing!
“My God, that feels incredible... yeah... yeah... keep going... right there... yeah... right there...”
She moaned and murmured her pleasure... then suddenly caught her breath... twerked her hips, and pulled harder on the back of Craig’s head... as she let out a squeal, and creamed all over his mouth and chin.
Craig softened his tongue against her clit, while Sylvia mewled and writhed... savoring the delicious sensations of her fantastic orgasm. After a few moments, he slowly picked up the pace again with his mouth... then slid two fingers into her drenched cunt... gliding them in and out of her sloppy wet vagina... hitting her g-spot perfectly... until she grabbed his head like before, and erupted... again... creaming all over his face, as another intense, leg-shaking climax crashed through her entire body.
Oh, fuck... that felt tremendous!
As Sylvia caught her breath, and enjoyed the remnants of her second orgasm, Craig got up from the sofa, grabbed his beer and took a swig... his still-hard cock sticking out from between his legs... with a soft curve to the shaft... and the large, round head pointing at the floor in front of him... just inches from Sylvia’s face.
With her eyelids barely open, Sylvia looked at Craig’s impressive prick swinging back and forth right next to her. She wasn’t surprised that he was still hard... she knew he had incredibly fast refractory periods... sometimes he didn’t even get soft in between his erections.
And, smiling to herself, she remembered that he always got hard whenever he ate her out.
Still lying on the sofa... with eyes glassy from multiple orgasms... her legs spread apart, and her pussy juices smeared all over her inner thighs... Sylvia propped herself up on one elbow, then leaned up and sucked the tip of Craig’s nearly erect hard-on into her mouth.
After just a few moments of Sylvia sucking on his dick, Craig had another full-blown erection. Sylvia pulled it out of her mouth... stroked the thick shaft a few times... wet and glistening with her saliva... then guided him down between her legs. She lined up the head of his cock with her sloppy wet vagina, then... letting out a guttural moan as he entered her... she grabbed his butt, and pulled him into her dripping wet pussy.
Craig began rocking his hips... shoving his straining boner further and further into Sylvia’s cunt with every forward thrust.
Just then Sylvia’s cell phone buzzed from inside her purse. She reached over and pulled it out... saw that it was Dan calling... and motioned for Craig to be quiet, as she accepted the call and put it to her ear.
Craig slowed down, but kept sliding his rigid pole in and out of Sylvia’s wet pussy, as she tried desperately to keep her voice even, and said, “Hey, honey... what’s up?”
Dan said he was calling from the golf club... he and the guys had decided to stay at the club for lunch, so he’d be a little late getting home.
Still struggling to keep her breathing normal, Sylvia said, “No problem, hon... I’ll just see you when you get there.”
Craig was still pumping his throbbing hard-on in and out of her cunt, and it was getting harder and harder for Sylvia to keep from making noises into the phone.
Dan said, “Sounds good... so, how’s it going with your ex?”
She put her hand over her mouth to suppress a moan, then took it away and replied, “Pretty good... I think I’ve convinced him to sign the divorce papers.”
Craig chuckled softly, and Sylvia playfully slapped his chest... silently shushing him, while she tried to get her husband off the phone.
After they’d exchanged goodbyes and “I love you’s”, Sylvia tossed the phone onto the coffee table, then grabbed Craig’s ass cheeks again, and pulled him hard into her pussy... encouraging him to get back into it and pick up the pace.
Craig didn’t need any encouragement... he draped her spread legs over both of his arms... then began slamming his stiff erection in and out of her vagina in earnest... happily watching her boobs bounce around on her chest... sloshing back and forth like waves in a wave pool... her thick, taut nipples pointing up at the ceiling, and floating on the surface of her fleshy tits like bobbers in the ocean.
Their grunts and moans mingled together, as he hammered away between her legs... pumping his steely rod deep into her pussy... over and over and over. Sylvia moved her butt in rhythm with his pounding prick... matching every one of his forceful lunges... completely hypnotized by the glittering sensations erupting between her thighs.
“Oh, my God, Craig... yeah... keep going... keep going... yeah... harder... oh, yeah... holy fuck, that feels amazing.”
It didn’t take long before Sylvia suddenly caught her breath... then grabbed Craig’s ass with both hands... and pulled him into her snatch... hard... letting out a squeal, and grinding her swollen clitoris against the rigid base of this thick cock... as another magnificent, leg-shaking climax crashed through her entire body.
Craig slowed his pace for a few strokes, while Sylvia twerked her hips... gently rubbing her sensitive nub against the shaft of his dick... and relished the delicious height... and lingering euphoria... of her most recent orgasm.
After a few moments, Craig picked up the pace again... both of them grunting and swearing, as he pummeled his stiff boner in and out of her totally drenched pussy... until he suddenly caught his breath... then plowed his cock deep inside her, and held it there... as he blasted several streams of white, gooey jizzm all over the walls of her overflowing cunt.
Craig murmured his pleasure, and continued to slide his dick in and out of Sylvia’s vagina... even after his nutsack was finally empty. Then, he plopped down on top of her... squashing her soft, cushiony breasts between them... as they both gasped for air and tried to catch their breath.
A few minutes later, they both sat up on the sofa, and Craig said, “I’m gonna grab another beer... you want another?”
Sylvia chuckled, and said, “Yeah... I could really use another one right about now.”
Craig headed to the kitchen, and brought back two beers... along with a towel for Sylvia to clean up between her legs. Then the two of them sat on the sofa... drinking their beers, and reminiscing about some of the good things in their previous relationship. After a few minutes, they laughed... and acknowledged that it was basically just the sex.
When the beers were gone, Craig said, “Okay... let’s see those papers you need me to sign.”
Sylvia opened her folder, pulled out the documents, and showed him where his signature was needed on each page.
While Craig signed off on the divorce papers, Sylvia slipped her panties back on... then pulled her halter top on over her head, and tucked her jiggling boobs away... noticing with a bit of consternation that her thick nipples were still stiff with arousal, and were making huge bumps through the thin fabric of her blouse. With a worried frown, she hoped that they’d become less obvious by the time she arrived home.
When he was done signing all the documents, Sylvia grabbed them up and put them back into the folder she’d brought them in... while Craig stood up and put his boxers back on.
They walked to the door, then stopped before opening it to say their goodbyes. Craig grinned... reached over to squeeze her tits one last time... and said, “It was really good to see you, Sylvie... I guess I should wish you and Dan good luck.”
Sylvia let him fondle her tits for a while, and replied, “Thanks, Craig... and I appreciate you signing the papers for me.”
Then she glanced down at his crotch, and noticed that his cock was sticking out from the opening in his boxer shorts... and it was getting hard again.
She smiled up at him... reached for his stiffening shaft... and said, “I can’t really leave you like this, now, can I?”
He chuckled, and said, “I would hope not.”
Sylvia put her folder on the table in the foyer, then knelt in front of Craig, and sucked the tip of his newly erect hard-on into her mouth. She bobbed her head back and forth... using one hand to stroke his thick, straining boner, while using the other hand to caress his dangling nutsack... until he grabbed the back of her head... and exploded... spewing another massive load of hot, creamy cum against the back of her throat.
She swallowed his load... then used her mouth and lips to clean off his slimy prick... squeezing out the last few drops of jizzm, and licking them away with her tongue.
She stood back up... grinned up at Craig’s slaked expression... and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Craig chuckled, and said, “My God, you’re good at that.”
Sylvia giggled in response, then... as she turned to leave, Craig said, “By the way... some of your stuff is still in boxes in the spare bedroom. I just left them in that closet in case you still wanted any of it.”
She glanced down at his still semi-hard cock... sticking out from the opening in his boxers, and dangling loosely between his legs. She gave it a playful swat... watched it swing back and forth a few times... then smiled up at him, and said, “How about if I come by next weekend to get them?”
Craig laughed, and said, “Sounds good to me... I’m already looking forward to it.”