My ex had a red one-piece bathing suit. It really showed off her figure very nicely. It was a bit tight around her hips and she didn’t fill up the bra- very sexy! I took several pics of her in it. Later, when she divorced me, they turned out to be very precious masturbation material.
Once we were alone on a deserted beach. The sun was hot and bright. Without warning she peeled the top down. It was as if she was peeling a fruit. There they were, those precious little knobs of hers. My eyes popped out of my head. I treasured her breasts so. She didn’t want me fondling them, as she was self-conscious about her size. I could look but not touch. But she peeled off her red bathing suit the rest of the way. Off came mine too, I was on top of her, and then cumming inside her. It didn’t take very long, it never did.
We had sex less and less. I can remember going down to the basement. There was a stack of pics we had sorted through. I thumb through them, finding some of her in that red bathing suit. I dropped my pants and went to work with my hand on my little dick. I didn’t cum quite so quick as when it was in her pussy. Then I replaced them as I found them so there wouldn’t be any evidence of my dirty deed. It wasn’t long before I was down there again. And after a few times I stopped bothering to put the pics back in order. In fact, I preferred having the good ones together in one place.
When she threw me out I took those pics and others with me. I would get them out some times and cum to her images. I wonder if she ever figured out that they were missing. I bet she would have enjoyed the thought of the ex-husband she discarded sitting at home alone masturbating over her pics.
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