What’s a horny divorced girl to do when she’s between lovers and even her favorite vibe won’t do the trick?

Nothing left to do but resort to extreme measures.

I’d gone a couple of months without sex before, but never as long as this. “Dry spell” could only begin to describe the length of time that had elapsed since my last fuck. Don’t get me wrong — I’m glad I’m divorced. My ex-husband and I couldn’t agree on anything after being married for five years, with the exception of sex. The sex was good — really good. The only time we weren’t at each other’s throat was when we were screwing, so we finally agreed to call it quits. But I think we both knew that if either of us ever wanted to hook up for a satisfying fuck, it would be okay. I just didn’t think I’d be the first one to give in. I hated to admit it, but my ex seemed to have the market cornered when it came to sending me over the edge into the realm of ecstasy.

One thing about my ex and me is that we still call each other on our birthdays, and with mine coming up at the end of the week, I expected to hear from him. When I did, I’d come up with some reason to invite him over.

My birthday came, but there was no call. It wasn’t until I arrived home that night that the doorbell rang. Expecting the usual flowers from my sister, I was surprised to see my ex with a shopping bag full of my favorite Chinese takeout, and I quickly realized that his unexpected visit would save me from having to come up with an excuse to get him to come over.

After he wished me a happy birthday and practically kissed the life out of me, we settled in like we used to when we were married — spreading the containers out on the coffee table, sitting on the floor with some music playing, and passing the food back and forth between glasses of wine.

He seemed really interested in what I’d been up to and if I was dating anyone. When I told him I wasn’t seeing anyone on a regular basis, he said that was good news. Then he said that the reason he’d decided to come over instead of making the usual birthday call was that he wanted to give me something special this year.

I told him if it wasn’t seven inches of hard, thick flesh, I wasn’t interested and he could pack up his leftovers and leave. He assured me that that was exactly what he had in mind, and I told him that I hadn’t been fucked good since we’d split up, and that I was expecting nothing but his best since

it was my birthday.

After we both got naked, he told me the first thing he was going to do was eat my pussy and make me come until I begged him for mercy. I couldn’t wait. If there’s one thing my ex can do besides fuck me silly, it’s eat pussy like a champ. He made me sit on the sofa as he knelt on the floor between my legs. Then he went to work, using all of his skill to drive me to the very brink of orgasm before pulling me back. It felt like his fingers and tongue were everywhere, working me up to the point where I screamed at him to let me come.

When he finally drove me to the peak and beyond, he wasted no time getting his cock inside me. I was still trembling from my orgasm when he pushed me back and drove his cock into me. I came again as he started to fuck me. I couldn’t keep track as one orgasm rolled over into the next. His strokes came deeper and faster as I cried out for him to fuck me harder.

I needed the pounding he was giving me, having missed it more than I’d realized. All I knew at that moment was the feel of his hard flesh, thrusting and touching every part of me.

When he reached down, pressed his thumb on my clit, and told me to come with him, I was right there, coming hard and crying out from the pleasure. My screams ended when he kissed me again, swallowing my moans as he came.

My birthday celebration lasted well into the next day, and there it ended. I couldn’t tell you what led to the disagreement we had the next night, but we both realized that although we still enjoyed screwing each other, some things hadn’t changed. It also hadn’t changed that it was okay for us just to have sex, and that’s fine with me.