[F]ucked [m]y ex girlfriend for the first time

So I fucked my ex girlfriend last week for the first time. Probably not something anyone would normally say, but this wasn’t exactly a normal situation. To get the whole story, we have to go back to when my ex and I were still dating, which was about 6 years ago…
(I apologize for the long post… but not really, it’s my story.)

Anna and I started dating my senior year of high school, and it was a really great relationship. We were one of those really naive and obnoxious couples who were “in love” from day one. (Sorry to all our friends on Facebook.) We had really great chemistry and it always seemed like we would be together until the end. But there was one really big down side to us: distance. Very long distance. Anna lived about 7 hours away. So our relationship virtually existed through phone conversations, text, and Skype for about 2 years. But like I said before, we had great chemistry and we never ran out of things to talk about. And at that stage in life, a LDR was good for me. I enjoyed the companionship a relationship had to offer while still maintaining a very high level of freedom. 

Oh, but there was also one other very big con: we were both still virgins, and Anna wasn’t about to give it up. I was more than eager to give up mine, but Anna, on the other hand, wanted to wait until marriage (or so she thought). Don’t get me wrong, we still had fun. Almost any chance we did get to be together led to very hot make-out sessions in the back of our cars, half clothed, which would lead to dry humping and a quick hand job. (Hey, for a horny 18 year old, it was exciting, okay?) But nothing ever moved beyond that the whole time we were dating. But believe me, I wanted it. 

See, Anna was very attractive. Her face has always reminded me of Alexis Bledel with the brown hair and bright blue eyes. Definitely easy on the eyes. About 5’3 and a size 2, she had a petite frame and a nice pair of B cup breasts. But by far, her best feature was her ass. Good lord, it was amazing. And I know everyone says that on here, but her ass was and still is the best ass out of anyone I’ve been with. It’s just one of those naturally round and full asses. No squatting required. She was blessed, and on her petite frame, we were all blessed. I, on the other hand, am pretty average looking. I’ve been told I resemble Niel Patrick Harris with brown eyes, but I don’t know how accurate that is. I’m in inch shy of six feet, and a fairly average build. As far as the manhood is concerned, let’s just say I’ve never been ashamed of it. 

But unfortunately, I never got that ass. Anna and I broke up and went our separate ways mainly due to the strain the distance had on the relationship and the fact we had both started college. The breakup was pretty hard especially since I heard she rebounded pretty quickly with some guy she met at college. Fortunately, the timing couldn’t have been better since I had just started my sophomore year of college and had plenty to keep my mind occupied. I ended up losing my virginity in a frat house bathroom to a girl I had just met at a party (classy, right?). I also later learned that Anna did in fact lose her v-card sans nuptials (although she did end up marrying him later). It still damn well pissed me off. 

Okay, now to the REAL story. Fast forward about 4 years and Anna has been married, moved away, divorced (the guy ended up being an abusive dick), and moved back home. I got married a number of girls later, and relocated to another region of the country that was even farther away. At this point in life, Anna never crossed my mind anymore. That was until fate seemed to put the planets in line with the stars and two events happened within a week of each other that changed everything. The first event was Anna sent me a friend request on Facebook. I didn’t think much of it. Time had passed, wounds healed, why not be friends, right? But then on even a week later, my job was sending on a trip for work, which isn’t uncommon; I travel all the time for work. But it was where they were sending me: Anna’s hometown. Of course. (It helped that it happened to be the state capital.) And just like that, a seed was planted that sprouted a question: do I or do I not send Anna a message telling her I’m going to be in town? I mean, it was a harmless enough question. It had been long enough since we had separated, why not catch up, right? Wrong.

I debated the whole week leading up to the trip. I knew that ultimately, my intentions were good. I just wanted to see how she was, plus I knew I would have at least one night off from work to do something and I didn’t know anyone else in town. But there was the fact that I’m married, and my wife would never be okay with it. But even though my intentions were good, there was a chance of very bad (but good) things happening. 

I typed up a message while I was waiting on my plane to take off. It was a quick “Hey! Believe it or not, I’m going to be in town for work this weekend. Would you be interested in catching up one night? It would be great to see you!” I hit send before I could fully rationalize the repercussions. I immediately regretted it, but there it was sitting in her inbox. There was no reply for about two hours until after my plane had landed. I saw her name pop up on my phone and I instantly began sweating. “Omg! Yes, I’d love to! That’ll be so great :)” Shit just got real. I felt a mix of emotion between guilt and excitement that took my focus off anything else I was doing the whole trip. We planned to meet the night before I left at a bar & grill across the street from my hotel (how convenient?) 

I arrived at the place first and ordered a shot of tequila to take the edge off. Much needed. Because not long after I got the shot down, in walked Anna looking drop. dead. gorgeous. Now in 4 years, not much has changed, but she definitely has a more mature, confident look to her. She was wearing this grey pencil skirt that hugged her hips and ass, a sleeveless blouse, and heels. Her hair was down but loosely curled, and her make-up was on point. She definitely watched some YouTube tutorials. I immediately regretted not ordering two shots of tequila for myself because goddamn.

She greeted me with a smile and squeezed me tight. Fuck. She smelled amazing. At that point, I knew all my good intentions had vanished. We sat down and she ordered. We talked for a solid two hours about life, relationships, and everything else under the sun. It was a really good time. And if nothing else had happened that night, I would have left feeling good because we cleared the air and it brought a lot of closure to us. We could have, should have, left with nothing more to say. But my dick had other ideas. She led the way out of the restaurant and I stayed about a step behind just so I could glance at her ass in the skirt. When we reached the door, she looked back and nearly caught me starting. She just smiled. 

As we went to say our goodbye to each other, we hugged and as we pulled away our lips met. It was so natural feeling, like that’s what was supposed to happen. And in that moment, it felt so right. I half expected her to pull away, but she didn’t and neither was I. Slowly we stepped back from each other.
“It’s late,” she said, “Hopefully you don’t have far to go.”
“Actually, I’m just staying right across the street,” I responded.
“Oh, well I’ll walk you over.”
And like that we’re walking, in silence, to my hotel. A million thoughts were going through my mind at this point. I could tell she was thinking too, because she never said a word. I wasn’t sure how far she would go, but we kept walking. To the lobby. The elevator. And finally, the room. At which point she finally asked the big question, “do you want me to come in?”
I didn’t even respond. I just unlocked the door.

As soon as the door closed, she pushed me against the door and started making out with me like she hadn’t before. Our hands were all over each other and mine drifted to her ass (naturally). I felt for the zipper on her skirt and quickly zipped it down. I tugged a little on the skirt and her ass came popping out. The first squeeze of her bare ass was like heaven. No panties (that slut). Her blouse and bra followed quickly and the next thing I know I’m sucking on her nipple as she’s grouping my cock through my pants.

She leads me to the bed and pushes me down. She gets between my legs on her knees and begins to undo my pants. I help her by lifting up and sliding them off, freeing my rock solid cock (no joke, probably the hardest I’ve ever been). She wastes no time taking it in her hands as she begins stoking it. The only thing she said was “it’s bigger than I remembered it.” Kudos to me. And with that her lips met my tip and slid slowly down to the base. She moaned lightly as she slid my cock out of her mouth. Her hands began to play with my balls as her head bobbed up and down. She had clearly learned a thing or two since we had been together, and she let me know it as she went to town. Given the situation, best blowjob ever.

And just as I was about to blow my load, I stopped her. I stood up, took off my shirt, and told her to bend over the bed. She happily obliged and stuck that beautiful ass in the air. I dreamed of this moment since we were dating. I had fantasized of that ass so many times like this and here it was. I gave it one good smack and began rubbing her pussy with my cock. She was already so wet that it had no trouble sliding in. With that, I was balls deep. I began to thrust into her, each time with more force, just to watch her ass bounce against me. It was mesmerizing to see it ripple each time I hit it. I swear it was as if it was all in slow motion. I loved every minute of it. She let out this high pitched moan each time I thrusted into her. Adorable.

We went like for a while before I started getting tired. I pulled out and lied down on the bed. She quickly rolled over on top and sat down on my cock. She leaned in to kiss me as her hips ground against me. She fucked me hard for about 5 or 10 minutes before turning around and letting me watch her ass bounce on my cock. Again, simply amazing. She laughed as she showed off her twerking skills because she knew she had me hooked. But I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer so I let her know how close I was. She jumped up and pulled me up. She bent over again and told me to fuck her hard and fast and not to stop. I did as she told me and I swear I never pumped so hard into someone. She let out one continuous moan as I did and I could feel her pussy tighten. I couldn’t take it anymore and slammed into her one more time as I blew my load inside (I know, I know…).

We collapsed on the bed trying to catch our breath.
“We should’ve done that years ago,” she finally said.
“Yeah, but it was worth the wait,” I responded.
She curled up next to me and we fell asleep like that. The next morning I half expected her to rush out the door, but she didn’t. We showered together and got ready. I checked out and she offered to take me to the airport. We agreed that it would be the last time we saw each other but that we were happy with how this night went.

I gave her a light kiss as we said goodbye and I walked inside the airport. As I boarded my plane, I went to reach for my boarding pass and found a note sitting beside it. Written in flawless cursive were the words, “I’ll always love you.”

(Still got it.)

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