Peter – Carol’s Ex (MF)

I got a text from Carol inviting me over. She had brought out a side of me I had long forgotten. That naughty college girl inside of me that had drunkenly made out with girls and had finger fucked her best friend in the bathroom of a club. I was seeing her at least once a week, sometimes more, without Jack being any the wiser. He never paid much attention.

I rang the bell and a man opened the door. Maybe ten years older than me, dark hair dusted with a little grey. Bright eyes. He took me in: a cute little summer dress that hugged my tits and flared out over my hips. He wore a dress shirt rolled up at the sleeves, jeans, his feet bare.

"Josie?" I nodded. "Peter, I'm Carol's ex husband."

That didn't help, there were a few of those. He stepped aside to let me in, shouting to Carol that I was there.

Carol appeared, dressed in a thin robe, her tits straining against the fabric. She pulled me close, her tongue wrestling with mine as she grabbed my ass. A taste of something familiar on her tongue. Was it cum?

"She your new play thing Carol?" The man asked, leaning against the couch.

She smiled at him, her fingers dancing over my collarbones. "She is. And she's perfect. You'd love her."

Why was I there? She had guests. Did she want me to join them?

"Now, Jo. We've been having a lot of fun, haven't we?" I nodded, her fingers dipping below my neckline. "No bra – naughty! I thought you deserved a little treat. Peter here, for all his flaws, is a wonderful lover."

"Carol… I don't know… I mean us is fine. It's not really cheating, is it? But a guy… That's like full on cheating."

She grabbed my hand and lead me to Peter, his legs spread wide for me to stand between. His hands found my hips, slowly stroking me over my dress. She placed my hand carefully on his thigh, his cock half-hard in the leg of his pants.

She kissed my neck slowly. "But you deserve it. Jack isn't enough. And I want you to get to enjoy a real man." She grinned. "Without me…"

Peter carefully slipped his hand under my dress, caressing my bare skin. "We don't have to Jo. But I think you could do with a good fucking." He pressed his lips against my exposed skin; his hands sliding higher, fingers running over the edge of my panties. "And I would love to be the guy to show you a good time."

Carol kissed my cheek and carefully pulled my dress over my head. My body exposed to the former couple. My hands found Peter's zipper and pulled out his cock. Longer and thicker than Jack's.

I slowly stroked his shaft absentmindedly as Carol sat on the armchair, one leg over the arm, her hand slipping under her robe to rub her bare pussy.

Peter put his hand to my chin and slowly kissed me deep. I could taste Carol on his mouth. Her scent on his face. His fingers slowly pushed my panties aside and ran along my pussy lips. I was already wet and he drew his fingers away and licked them clean.

He stood up, his pants falling to the floor as he bent me over the arm of the sofa. He muttered that I tasted great.

Carol giggled. "I told you she did."

My ass in the air, I felt Peter part my ass cheeks and kneel behind me. His hot tongue running from my asshole to my clit and back. I let out a groan as he began to eat me out. His face was covered in a fine layer of stubble that tickled my sensitive skin. It was a completely different feeling to Carol's soft feminine mouth, his sharp tongue probing my pussy as his thumb pressed against my tight asshole.

Jack never went down on me. And I could feel the pleasure building. I gripped the throw cushions tight, my knuckles turning white. I arched my back.

"Shit, yes." I cried. I heard Carol cum with me. My body shaking and my pussy gripping the empty air as my orgasm wracked my body.

Peter stood up behind me, running the fat tip of his cock over my slit. One hand on my hip as I looked over my shoulder at him. I felt him push inside me, my lips spreading to take his full girth. I let out a gasp as he inched his length inside me, until his hips were pressed firmly against my ass.

He held my hips tight and began to slowly thrust into my needy pussy. It felt like it had been years.

"Jo, baby, it doesn't feel like you've been fucked." Peter said. "When did your husband last enjoy this?"

I bit my lip, meeting his eye. "This morning. A quickie before work." I paused. "But he isn't very big. And he never makes me cum."

I heard Carol let out a moan. "I make you cum Josie. That's why you're here. Naughty girl."

Peter seemed to take that as a sign to thrust faster into me. My thighs bumping into the arm of the sofa, each thrust shaking my whole body. I bit my lip. Peter's balls slapping my clit. His hips thudding against my ass. I heard him moan as my pussy gripped his dick as he pushed me over the edge. He thrust harder, deeper, brushing my cervix.

"Peter… Yes. Yes." I buried my face in the pillows as I came again.

He suddenly pulled out and tugged me to my knees. I instinctively opened my mouth and took him in my throat: an intoxicating mix of my juices and precum as he thrust into my mouth. His breathing short, sharp. He was close. His head tipped back in pleasure as I let my fingers find my clit to rub out one last greedy orgasm.

He pulled his dick from my mouth, gave it to sharp strokes and came with a groan. Rope after rope of hot cum landing on my face, on my cheeks, my nose, my parted lips, my hair.

I sat back on my heels panting as he stepped away. Jack had never fucked me like that. Ever. Even in the early lusty stages of our marriage.

Carol knelt down beside me and kissed me greedily. Her ex husband's cum on her mouth.

"Jo, see. There are some things I can't give you. Some things you need a man for." She paused. "Maybe you need to get a guy in your life. Other than Jack."

When I got home Jack was waiting for me. He kissed me, chastely. Hand in my hair. His fingers found a clump of dried cum.

"I think a kid must have got glue in your hair."

I frowned, feeling the crisp tangle. "Yeah… Must have been."

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