A Kinky Young Couple's Plaything - Part 7

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"Good morning."

For just a moment, Devin was transported back in time to before he and Alicia had divorced, to before she'd taken up with another man and their marriage had slowly crumbled, to a time when she said, 'good morning' with a genuine sense of cheer in her voice. She was in their house once more and she had that same cheer in her voice, but of course things had changed. Now they were divorced. She was living with another man. Devin's life had inexorably changed the moment Alicia had decided their marriage was over and started cheating on him.

"Good morning," Devin replied as he tossed a pat of butter into the skillet and watched it sizzle. "Would you like some eggs?"

She didn't respond, so Devin looked over his shoulder to see his ex-wife standing by the table in a simple - but surprisingly sexy - camisole and boyshort set. She had a sweet smile on her face, like she was looking at a version of him she didn't entirely recognize.

"Alicia?" he asked with a smile of his own.

"Sorry...I was just thinking that I couldn't quite remember the last time you made breakfast for me," she replied. "In fact, I'm not sure you've ever made breakfast for me."

"Do you think it would have saved our marriage if I'd learned to cook?" he asked.

Alicia smiled, sat at the table, and crossed her legs in a manner Devin found rather enticing. "I don't know if it would have saved our marriage, but there is something nice about a man making breakfast for his wife every now and then."

Devin couldn't quite tell, but it seemed like his ex-wife was being a little flirty. After all, she could have changed into something that showed off a little less skin before coming to the kitchen, and she could have responded to his question about their marriage by blowing off the question or being harsh with him. She didn't, though, and she was still smiling.

"The real question," she continued, "is whether or not the marriage was worth saving."

"It was," Devin replied without a moment's hesitation. "At least, I think it was, but I suppose I wasn't anywhere near as unhappy as you were."

Alicia's face was expressionless as she stared at him. "That's true," she finally said, "but sometimes I wonder if I lost sight of the fact that we had been very happy at one point."

Devin cracked three eggs into the pan and watched the whites sizzle and bubble in the hot butter as he tried to discern whether his ex-wife was merely musing on what had happened during their marriage, offering an apology of sorts, or opening the door to something more.

"I suppose it doesn't much matter at this point, though," she added, seemingly closing the door on the conversation. "I do like that you seem happy, Devin. Maybe that's just because it lets me feel a little less guilty about what I did to you, but I do like seeing you happy."

"I like feeling happy again," Devin replied as he sprinkled a little salt on the yolks. "It was rough after the divorce, but I've definitely found my way to a better place." He paused for a moment, pulled a plate from the cabinet, and then added, "But it's really nice to see you again, Alicia." He looked over his shoulder, saw a smile on his ex-wife's face, and offered his own. "I honestly thought it might be painful, but it's actually just been really nice."

For just a moment, Devin thought he saw a flash of something resembling desire in Alicia's eyes. He was probably fooling himself, though. He'd spent so much time fantasizing about Alicia - about her fucking another man in their house, but still fantasizing about Alicia - that he was almost certainly eager to see something that wasn't there.

Devin slid the eggs onto the plate and crossed the kitchen to set it in front of his ex-wife. As he did, she reached up, rested her hand on top of his, and held it there for a few moments as she looked up at him and smiled.

"It's been really nice to see you too, Devin," she said.

Devin was surprised at the sudden, almost overwhelming desire he felt to kiss her. He wanted to run his fingers through her hair, to caress her face, and to press his lips against hers like he'd done thousands of times before. He wanted to close his eyes, to part his lips, and to feel his tongue gently mingle with hers as she let out a soft moan of desire, signaling that she welcomed his kiss and that was eager for so much more.

He didn't kiss her, though. Instead, he pulled his hand away and returned to the stove to toss another pat of butter into the pan and cook up three more eggs for himself.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" he asked as the butter melted. "I have coffee, orange juice, and grapefruit juice, I think."

"Orange juice would be nice," Alicia replied.

Devin saw yet another smile on her face as she watched him open the refrigerator, grab the orange juice, and pour them both a glass. He set hers on the table and returned to the pan to crack his eggs.

"These are really good," Alicia said. "Thank you, Devin."

"It's my pleasure, Alicia," he replied. "It really is."

Devin's eggs cooked quickly and he set them on a plate and sat at the table with Alicia. They ate together for the first time since their divorce, and for the first time in a very long time there wasn't a hint of animosity, anger, or annoyance between them. There was a sense of simple contentment that Devin found far more pleasurable than he thought possible.

Then, for some reason, Devin couldn't help but toss a grenade of sorts into that sense of contentment. "Was it the sex?" he asked.

Alicia's fork stopped halfway to her mouth and she said, "What?"

"The sex, Alicia. Is that why our marriage ended? Was I just...not good enough? Did I just not give you something you needed? I mean, is that why you found someone else while we were married?" Devin asked.

At first, she looked defensive and a little annoyed. Devin didn't feel angry, though, and the longer Alicia stared at him the more her face softened, like she understood that he wasn't asking because he was still deeply damaged by their divorce. In reality, he was asking out of a genuine sense of curiosity.

"That was part of it," she said. "It wasn't the whole thing. It's never the whole thing. I mean, the breakfast thing is kind of an example. It's not that I needed you to make me breakfast all the time, but you never did, and our marriage got to a point where you never really did anything of the sort - anything that made it seem like you really cared for me, you know? - so the fact that the sex wasn't what I needed it to be wasn't the entirety of what made me cheat."

"But it was part of it?" Devin asked as he felt an unexpected tingle of desire between his legs. He'd fostered that desire by masturbating to the idea of Alicia cheating on him in their marital bed so he had no one to blame but himself for its presence in his thoughts, but in the moment he wanted it to go away.

Alicia studied his face and Devin felt a touch of panic as he wondered if his ex-wife could tell that he was aroused by the notion of her cheating on him. "Yes, that was part of it," she answered. "I'm sorry I cheated on you, Devin. It was unfair of me, and you deserved better, but my dissatisfaction with the sex we had was part of why I fell into a relationship with another man."

Though Devin knew it was unwise to feed his fantasy, he couldn't help himself. The words just spilled out. "Did you...did you have sex with him in our house?" Even asking the question turned him on and led to thoughts of Alicia fucking all over the house as Ashley and Eric seemed to think she had.

"Yes," Alicia answered.

Devin felt the arousal building. He felt it between his legs. He felt the blood rushing to his cock. He felt a tingling sensation in his loins. He wanted to feel it. He wanted to stoke the flames of that desire, and yet he knew it was insane to do so.

Devin looked away for a moment, gathered the courage to go down a potentially dangerous path, and looked at his ex-wife once more as he asked, "Did you ever...did you ever have sex with him in our bed?"

Alicia nodded. "Yes." She paused for a moment, studied his face, and added, "Many times."

Devin was half hard and while it was possible he was fooling himself, it seemed that Alicia was intrigued with his line of questioning, and he couldn't help but wonder if she too was a little bit excited for reasons he couldn't begin to understand.

"Did you...did you have sex with him anywhere else in the house?" Devin asked.

"Yes," Alicia answered.

"Wh...where?" he asked while his cock throbbed.

She stared at him, studying his face, though Devin wasn't certain what she was looking for. He saw no signs of distress in her eyes, though, so perhaps she was trying to discern how honest she could be.

"The living room. The master bathroom, both in the shower, on the counter, and...well, bent over the counter," she said.

Devin couldn't help but imagine Alicia bent over the counter as her boyfriend fucked her from behind. His cock had gotten so hard he had to shift in his seat to try and move it a little, for it was pressing against his shorts in a way he found painful.

"Where...where in the living room?" he asked.

"On the couch. On the armchair. On the floor." She smiled. "Bent over the couch."

Devin couldn't remember the last time he'd bent Alicia over anything to fuck her. He'd always assumed she didn't particularly like that kind of sex, but it seemed like he'd been wrong about that.

"In the foyer," she continued. "On the back porch." Alicia's eyes drifted over the kitchen table before she added, "In the kitchen."

Devin put his hands on the table and asked, "Here? On the table?"

She nodded. "On the table. On the counter. Bent over the counter. Bent over the table."

Devin wasn't sure what to do with the intense arousal coursing through him. He couldn't very well run off to his bedroom to masturbate, yet that's precisely what he wanted to do.

Alicia leaned forward, ran her hands over the smooth table top, and said, "He stayed over once while you were out of town for work. He made me breakfast the next morning. He was in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, and I was so...overcome with...well, with desire that I got naked, sat on the table, spread my legs, and told him to forget about breakfast."

She must have noticed his arousal. Why else would she be offering the sordid details of her cheating? She must have known she was saying what he wanted to hear.

"Did...did he forget about breakfast?" he asked.

Alicia leaned back and spread her legs a little, drawing Devin's gaze between them for just a moment. "He did," she said. "He...he fucked me right here on our kitchen table, Devin."

His cock throbbed and his heart pounded as he noted that his ex-wife's nipples were now hard enough to show through her camisole. She was turned on. She was telling him about how she'd cheated on him and she was turned on.

"Was it good?" Devin asked. "Did he...did he fuck you good?"

"He did," Alicia answered. "And you know what else?"

Devin glanced at her nipples and between her legs once again and replied, "What?"

Alicia stood, slipped her fingers into the waistband of her boyshorts, and slowly lowered them, revealing her neatly-trimmed, beautiful pussy. She pushed the breakfast plates aside, stepped in front of Devin, and sat on the table, spreading her legs and leaving him just a few feet from her pussy.

"Knowing that I was cheating on you...knowing that I was fucking another man in our house, on the table where we ate our meals...that made it hotter, Devin," Alicia said. "I came so much harder because of that. That's why I fucked him every time you were gone. That's why I fucked him in almost every room of this house. I couldn't help myself. I was such an awful wife...but I couldn't help myself."

Devin wasn't entirely certain of Alicia's intentions in stripping and spreading her legs on the table, but he knew what he wanted. Devin slid his chair closer, leaned in, and pushed his tongue into his ex-wife's soaking wet pussy.

"Oh, fuck," Alicia said as she put a hand on the back of his head. "Fuck, Devin...that feels so good."

He pictured her getting fucked on the kitchen table. He pictured another man's cock moving in and out of her exceedingly wet pussy. He pictured his wife being the kind of woman that got off on cheating on her husband - which was exactly the kind of woman she was, much to his surprise - and he pictured himself being lucky enough to lick her pussy clean after someone else had fucked her.

Devin worshiped her pussy like he'd never done when they were married. He worked her over with the sole intention of providing a great orgasm, putting his lips, tongue, and fingers to use in every imaginable way. He reached up to play with her breasts and Alicia gleefully pulled her camisole off and let him do as he pleased. He fingered her deeply, rubbing her g-spot while she grabbed a handful of his hair and moaned loud enough that his house guests likely heard.

Eventually, Alicia had a long, loud orgasm. She grabbed two handfuls of Devin's hair and her thighs trembled on either side of his head as she filled the kitchen with her wild moans. Devin's dick throbbed and he felt genuine pride at having given her what seemed like a better orgasm than perhaps any he'd provided while they were married.

When it was over, Devin leaned back, looked up at Alicia, and smiled. She had a hazy, deeply-satisfied look on her face and she reached down to caress his face and laughed softly.

"I made a bit of a mess of your face," she said. "I guess I was really wet."

"Yes, you were," he replied. "I like that you made a mess of me, though."

"I do too," Alicia said.

Devin experienced a sudden onslaught of regret and he stared up at his beautiful, nearly naked ex wife, who looked utterly perfect in her post-orgasmic state.

"Are you okay?" she asked, reading his expression with ease.

He nodded. "Yeah. I just had this feeling of, well...I don't know if regret is the right word, but I feel like it is."

"At doing what we just did?" she asked with a worried look.

Devin laughed and shook his head. "No. I don't regret that one bit. It's more like a feeling of regret that I didn't know certain things about myself...and about you...before our marriage blew up."

Alicia smiled. "Oh, you mean like you wish you knew you were the kind of guy that got turned on at the idea of his wife cheating on him?"

Devin nodded.

She studied his face for a few moments and then leaned forward, looked at the obvious bulge between his legs, and asked, "Tell me, Devin, what would that lovely young woman upstairs do with that erection of yours?"

Devin was stunned that Alicia somehow knew that he and Ashley had a relationship that extended beyond her renting a room in his house.

"There's something going on there, Devin," Alicia said when he offered no response. "I'm not sure what - though I don't think that you're fucking her - but it's obvious she has some hold over you. Both of them seem to, in fact. So, I'm asking, what would she do with that erection of yours?"

"She...she might not do anything," Devin answered. "But if she did, it would be either a handjob or she'd let me masturbate, and I'd have to...I'd have to clean up whatever mess I made."

"Clean up? As in...as in she makes you eat your cum?" Alicia asked.

"Yes," he said. "And...and Eric's, too."

That seemed to surprise his ex-wife, though Devin saw no judgment - or disgust or distaste of any kind - on his wife's face. "So she's the one that taught you these things you wished you'd known about yourself?"

Devin nodded.

"Stand up," Alicia said.

Devin stood and she reached out, unbuttoned his pants, and pushed them down. His underwear followed and for the first time in a very long time, Devin felt his ex-wife's hand on his cock. She pulled him towards her and he shuddered as she rubbed the head of his cock over her swollen pussy lips.

"Will you eat your cum if I give you an orgasm?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered.

Alicia took the head of his cock in her pussy, held it there for a few moments, and pulled him out once more. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and offered a slow handjob as their eyes met.

"I'm going to let you cum on my pussy, Devin," she said. "And then you're going to get on your knees and clean it all up, and you can give me a second orgasm while you do."

"Thank you, Alicia," he replied.

She stroked him a little faster and her lips slowly approached his. A moment later they met for the kiss Devin had briefly fantasized about. Reality far outstripped fantasy, though, as he felt his cock surge in his ex-wife's hand the moment her tongue slipped into his mouth. It was like an electric charge had rushed through his body as he reconnected with the only woman he'd ever truly been in love with.

Devin's orgasm followed soon after. Alicia kissed him right through his climax as he gripped the edge of the table and came hard, spraying what felt like a considerable load between her legs.

"Thank you, Alicia," Devin said breathlessly as his body shook from the aftershocks of pleasure while she played with the head of his cock.

"You're welcome, Devin," she replied.

The moment Alicia released his cock, Devin sank to his knees. He studied the mess he'd made, smiled at just how much cum his orgasm had produced, and leaned in to clean her.

Alicia put a hand on the back of his head, moaned softly, and said, "I wish we'd both know what kind of people we were before our marriage ended, Devin, because things might have turned out differently. We know now, though, so let's see what kind of fun we can have."

Devin was too busy cleaning his cum to say anything, but that's exactly what he was hoping Alicia would say. Her stay in town had just begun, which meant there was plenty of time to have all sorts of fun and he couldn't wait to see what unfolded.