My first ex-wife was a hot slut. I still get off thinking about her.

We were both very young. I was 22 and she was 20 when we got married.

We had great sex while we were together. Some of the best I've ever had. She was built to be used in anyway. She was five foot-three, petite, with a great ass and a-cup tits. She was absolutely beautiful with dyed blonde hair that went past her shoulders. She had a face and ass like a young Pia Zadora and the figure of a young Kacey Jordan. And all she wanted to do was fuck.

I had been with several girls before her but none of them were as wanton and sexual as her

Back in those days she was what was known as a ‘coke whore’. If you’re not familiar with the late 80's let me explain the term. If a guy had coke then a ‘coke whore’ would do just about anything for him. And that's pretty much what got us together.

We were together for almost a year, dating and marriage in total. I was pretty sure she was cheating on me the whole time, like I said she was a coke whore. But I turned a blind eye on it because the sex with her was so damn hot.

I was infatuated with her body. Not so much her I guess in retrospect. She was the first girl to ever ride me reverse cowgirl and it was incredible to see her tight young ass riding me while I watched my cock go in and out of her pussy stretching it out.

She also loved to be pounded from behind, which was always one of my favorite positions. And we also loved to 69 with each other. I loved having her on top of me grinding her pussy into my face, which I later learned was a facesitting fetish of mine.

But, unfortunately, all good things come to an end. I'm not sure why we broke up and got divorced. We were young anyways, and it was too soon for either of us to finish sowing our 'wild oats', if you know what I mean.

After we split up, she didn't have any real work skills and there were many dancer bars in town at the time. Remember, it was the late 80's. So she got a job at one of them. The dancers just wore thongs and small bikini tops and did just that - dance on stage.

But they also, as it is well known, earned more money providing 'private dances' in the backrooms.

When I found out she had got a job as a dancer I was curious as hell and wanted to see her in action. I was still hot for her even though we had split up.

I went to the bar she was working at and sat down and waited for her performance. When she finally took the stage I was turned on to say the least. She noticed me eventually and was completely surprised!

 As shocked as she was seeing me there she began dancing more for me than any of the other guys there. I tipped several dollars into her g-string while secretly copping a feel of her ass and pussy.

I was enraptured with her displaying herself on stage with a bar full of horny guys watching her. My cock was as hard as a rock and I had to keep adjusting it hoping no one would notice. After her set was done she came over to talk to me and asked me if I liked her performance. I told her it was incredible. We snuggled closely for a bit before one of the managers came over to break us up and told her she had been requested for a private dance.

That took me a bit off guard, but I guess that was part of her job there. But I kept thinking of how she danced onstage and how the other guys were tipping her while also copping a feel of her body the same as I had done. I guess the thought of her giving some stranger a lap dance turned me on. I got up from my seat at the stage and went to the back of the bar near to the closed area where private dances occurred. I don't know why, but I guess my head down below was in the driver's seat and my head up above was just following.

I sat there waiting her to emerge after giving some unknown guy a lap dance. I don't know what I was hoping to see after she came out of the room:  A man who looked satisfied from his time with her? Or seeing the look of her afterwards? Maybe mussed up hair liked she had just been fucked? I didn't know for sure what to expect.

She came out of the room and saw me sitting there and just smiled at me. The manager had already set her up with several more guys that wanted lap dances from her. I realized it was getting late and I had to get up for work the next morning so I left knowing that I probably wasn't going to see her again that night.

I ended up frequenting the bar she was working at and got to know some of the other girls that worked there. Apparently she had been talking about me to the other girls because they all started calling me 'pop can man'. I had no idea what they were talking about until one night one of them told me that it was her nickname for me because of the girth of my dick. Once again I was taken aback. I didn't realize then that girls talked to each other about past lovers. I guess I had something that she still fondly remembered.

Then one night when I was there I mentioned to her that I had some coke that I would share with her if she wanted to come over after she got off work. She obviously agreed, being a coke whore.

To my surprise when she arrived she had brought another one of her dancer friends with her. We had drinks and did lines (her friend didn't partake in the coke; she was unusual for a dancer and didn't do drugs).

The three of us were getting quite relaxed after awhile and I asked my ex if she would give me a lap dance there on the couch. She said that she gets paid for that and I argued that it was my place and I was providing drinks and drugs.

She finally relented to my lap dance request but only if I would show my 'pop can' to her friend if she went through with the dance.

Here's where it takes a turn. My ex gave me the lap dance but wouldn't let me touch her; she said it was like the rules in the bar. So I bargained with her that I would only show my cock if she let me touch and fondle her (like I desperately wanted to). She finally agreed and I felt every inch of her. I pulled off her bikini top and pulled and squeezed her a-cup tits and worked my hands down to her ass.

My fingers began to explore further and pushed her g-string aside and I rubbed on the part of her pussy which wasn't grinding against my crotch. She protested when I lifted her up and started to unbutton my pants and unzip them. This was all happening while her friend sat on the floor and watched.

I told her that this was part of the bargain. She once again relented and continued her lap dance on me with my pop can running up and down her now moist pussy. It was great and I wanted to fuck her right there in front of her friend, but she got off of my lap. Damn, I was so ready!

She said “Now show her your pop can to us!” They both giggled and for some reason I was embarrassed. There I was fully engorged and rock hard and they wanted to just look at my dick. I really didn't know what to do.

My ex told her friend to touch my cock but she wouldn't do it. It took lots of encouragement from my ex but her friend finally reached out and touched my cock timidly. That wasn't sufficient for my ex; she wanted her friend to really get to know what pop can meant.

Her friend finally wrapped her little fingers around my cock and my ex said "See what I mean?"

Then my ex made her friend start to stroke me. She hesitantly began her up and down strokes but it wasn't good enough for my ex. She took my hand and placed it over her friend's hand and made me start masturbating with her friend's hand underneath mine.

When my stroking got faster her friend removed her hand for some reason (fear? or just wanting to watch? I don't know). Being as turned on as I was with the two of them watching me I stroked myself harder and faster. It didn't take me long before I erupted all over myself covering my hand and stomach with cum.

After my ‘pop can’ performance they lost interest and slept on the floor together. I slept on the couch.

I didn't go to the bars my ex was working at much after that since I finally conceded that it was over and I knew I wouldn't get any real sexual gratification from her anymore.

But it was a thrill to turn my ex on for one last time and have the satisfaction of pleasing an audience.