Bedroom (Sylvia's POV)

Jerry immediately followed me up the stairs. I could literally feel his eyes on me as we walked up the stairs. The whole time, I was trying to remember why I wanted to go into the bedroom with him. There was actually no reason to go into the bedroom with him. But he had said that I had suggested it. I just couldn't remember why I was supposed to do it, though. It was kind of scary. I opened the door to the bedroom and went in. The room was way too big, but there were worse things. Jerry followed me in and closed the door behind him once he was inside. I turned back to face him.

He was grinning widely, and I knew that grin. I'd seen it many times before, especially when we were young and in love. Before the children were there, and he was only living for his job. He always had that grin when it was clear that the two of them were going to be intimate. But that didn't make any sense. We had just divorced. I loved him and had a weak moment in the past that had ruined everything. I didn't know what had gotten into me, but it had happened. Furthermore, I couldn't change it. I knew Jerry was more than angry, but currently he seemed so calm, so balanced. I hadn't expected that.

"Now... now we're here, but I..." I began, still trying to remember why I wanted to go into the bedroom with him. But he interrupted me.

"I don't think you can remember. But you're not allowed to wear clothes when you're in the bedroom." I heard him say. I slapped my forehead with my hand. How could I have forgotten? Yet, why wasn't I allowed to wear clothes when I was in the bedroom? It felt wrong somehow. However, Jerry was right. I wasn't allowed to wear clothes in the bedroom. Did it feel wrong because I was still wearing my clothes, or was it something else. I couldn't tell. Although it was true, I had no other choice, so I took off my yellow summer dress. I undid the buttons and then pulled the two shoulder straps to the side, gravity did the rest as soon as I let go of the fabric. Now I was standing in front of my ex-husband in my underwear. Somehow, I felt ashamed, even though he didn't see anything he hadn't already seen.

Jerry's grin became more lecherous, as I looked down at him, I could see the bulge in his pants. There was something wrong with the whole situation, but it was still right. He was right, he had no reason to lie to me and I had no reason to distrust him. Still, it felt wrong.

"I guess you still don't quite get it. No clothes, that includes your underwear!" he said calmly and took off his jacket.

Why was he starting to take his clothes off, it didn't make sense, I was here to talk to him. Was he not allowed to wear clothes in the bedroom either? But yes, underwear was also clothing. I reached back with both hands and undid the clasp of my bra. As soon as it was open, I grabbed it with my right hand and pulled it down long. When it was off, the left strap off my arm, I let it go. The bra fell to the floor. I then put my hands on my panties and pulled them down. I bent over until the panties were below my knees. Gravity did the rest again. When I straightened up again, I noticed that Jerry had already taken off his shirt.

"It's going to be an interesting weekend," he murmured quietly.

"What do you mean?" I asked him. I really wanted to know. He had only come to pick up his things. Why would he stay for the weekend? That didn't make any sense.

"Don't you remember?" I heard him say, and I really couldn't remember. I knew something was wrong, but I couldn't say what. Was I suffering from this new disease, AGS? Should I maybe go to the doctor? As far as I knew, there was no cure for it. My thoughts faltered for a moment. How did I know that? I hadn't even bothered into it yet.

"Don't worry, you'll remember," he said and came towards me. I took a step back. It was kind of scary the way he had said it. Everything inside me said that something was wrong. But everything he had said so far was true and made sense.

"You don't have to step back. Wouldn't you rather come towards me? It was you who said you were addicted to my cock! You realized that when you cheated," he said and stopped.

I suddenly felt the urge to touch him and kneel in front of him. I wanted, no, I had to touch his cock. This desire was incredibly strong and came out of nowhere. Had I really told him that? But when?

The reaction of my body said it was true.

I took a step forward and then another until I was standing right in front of him. I moved my hands to his pants and hastily opened them. Furthermore, I pulled them down with a jerk, and Jerry helped me by moving his legs up and down. I put my hand on his boxers, and it felt good to hold his cock in my hand. But I wanted more. My hand stroked upwards to the waistband of his shorts. I slipped my fingertips underneath and could already feel the tip of his cock. Then he grabbed my hand and pulled it away. I looked up at him.

"What, isn't that what you want?" I asked him seductively and put my other hand on his shorts.

"Oh yes, but not so fast, I know you like it best when I fuck your mouth!" he said, he sounded different now and much more demanding. My mouth watered when I heard that. The thought of feeling his cock between my lips, letting my tongue dance around it. It was a seductive thought. I couldn't remember it being like this before but now, at this moment, it seemed to be true.

"That... so ... yes" I said hesitantly, my voice quivering with anticipation and I slowly lowered myself to my knees. I pulled down his boxer shorts and now had his big veiny cock in front of my face. I took a deep breath and smelled a hint of sweat and his shower gel. It was a special smell and it was so tempting. I opened my mouth and was about to take his cock in my mouth when I felt his hand on my head. Jerry had grabbed my hair and was holding my head in place.

"Maybe you should ask first, if you do it right, I'll let you continue"