Hooking Up With My Ex

First post here, but really wanted to get a fantasy of mine in writing and didn’t know where else to go.

It’s been two years since the breakup, and we’d only spoken to each other about three times since. Mostly at the loss of a family member and we reached out to offer condolences. We were together for six and a half years, so our families meant a lot to each of us.

My best friend was getting married to the girl of his dreams. Interestingly enough, I made this best friend while I was dating my ex – his girlfriend was one of her best friends. Our friendship was stronger than the breakup, though, and I’ve stayed in touch with him ever since. I knew that one day we’d have the awkward experience of both standing up in the wedding, but I was able to get past that. It was their day to celebrate, not ours to fight.

On the wedding day, we politely greeted each other when getting ready and traveling, but otherwise very distant. I considered bringing a date with me, but I didn’t have anyone. When we got to the reception, I realized she did. Whatever – I was over her. I still danced my heart out throughout the night and paid no mind to her dancing with him. Interestingly, though, he left before the night was over. Must have just been a friend. I can’t imagine it was easy for him to leave – the bridesmaid dresses were absolutely stunning and she looked better than I had ever seen her before. The night went on, the drinks went down, and she finally comes up to me. First it’s just a polite hello, then it travels into how we’ve been, and the awkward silence where we don’t want to talk about what happens.

I’m a drunk young adult male with only one thing on his mind, but I’m also thinking about the regret that would come with it. Suddenly in her eyes I can see the same thought process. By the time I’ve decided to let it go and walk away, she’d already taken the risk. “Come back to my room with me?” she asked. We stared at each other in hesitation. “That’s not a good idea,” I responded. She smirked and said, “I didn’t come over here for a good idea.” Fuck. The taunting look in her eye and teasing tone, mixed with the sexy dress sent goosebumps down my spine. What was the worst that could happen? “One night.” I told her, asserting this was only going to be tonight. “Deal,” she responds, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the reception before anyone could see us.

We stammer into her room and close the door behind us. We stand inside the hotel room staring each other in the eye before I leaned in, grabbing her neck tightly with my thumb pressed against her cheek and kiss her. When I pull away there’s a little bit of sensual hesitation, but I refuse to give in to it. I kiss her again, this time nibbling on her lip and gripping her hip with my other hand. This time, as I pull away, I see nothing but fierce desire in her face. The exact mood that I wanted.

She slowly steps backward toward the bed as I follow her, kissing her as she starts to rip off my clothes. First she pulls off the suit jacket, leaning forward and kissing my neck while she pulls the arms back. Then she pulls the tie into her and kisses me while she undoes it. Next were the buttons on my shirt, where she stared at my eyes the entire time. She unbuttons slowly, and then stands behind me and softly kisses my ear while pulling the shirt away.

She remembered how much I loved that. With my torso free she softly presses me onto the bed, pulls her dess up a bit and straddles me. She grinds her hips over my pelvis to tease me, smiling at me and talking to me at the same time. She still knew some of the tactics to drive me wild, but she wasn’t out of surprises – “I know you’ve been with other women,” she said. Suddenly I felt nervous, unsure what to expect. “It’s taboo to say, but this is already taboo. You must have learned something new?”

“I’m not sure what you mean?” I asked. My hands resting on her thighs trying to understand.

“You know our sex life was bland,” she laughs, “show me something new you’ve done.”

I was flabbergasted. Was I really supposed to take lessons from one of my hookups and use them on my ex girlfriend? Well, I was drunk and horny, so judgement was secondary. I thought for a second, smiled back, and stood back up next to the bed. I asked her if she still trusted me, and she nodded in agreement. “First we need to take your dress off,” I instructed. I then unzipped the back and pulled the beautiful dress down, reveiling her incredibly, and newly slim body. Another moment of hesitation as I looked over the body I gave my virginity to, the first one I fell in love with, but quickly shook off the sentiment again. When I snapped back to reality I saw her staring back at me with a curious smile on her face, wondering what I had learned.

I placed her on the hotel bed, with her hands on her stomach. I walk back over to the entry way and grab my tie. I kick off my dress shoes, and stradle over her in nothing left but my dress pants. I use the tie to start tying her hands together. “I’m going to keep these together, and tie them to the headboard, and you’re going to let me do whatever I want.” I didn’t make it a question. She bit her lip and squirmed a little bit, telling me that she was more than okay with our new arrangement. I completed the process of tying her hands above her head.

Now she was all mine. I leaned over her, and kissed her lips. I kissed her neck. Her collarbone. Sucked on her nipples. Kissed down her thighs. I did all of this while running my hands over her body and legs. In the moment I felt like I missed all of this, so I was going to savor every second I had left with it. I get to her waist, and kiss my way down her pelvis and inner thighs. Doing slow, deep kisses on her thighs just like I used to. I watched her pull against the tie and realized I remembered how to get to her, too. I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted right away, though. She was tied up, it was my turn. I stood up next to her, ripping my suit pants off. I placed the belt on the side of the bed because I felt like it could be used later. I straddled over her and shifted my throbbing cock towards her mouth.

She didn’t miss a beat. As I shifted forward every single inch of my cock went into her mouth with ease. She bobbed her head up and down on it and lapped her tongue all the way around my shaft. It was in this moment that I realized she had learned something new too. Never had she given me a better blowjob. I decided to enjoy it, leaning forward and pressing my palms against the wall and letting her do her thing. Looking down I’d see her with her eyes closed, blissful and enjoying this as much as I was. She opened her eyes to look back at me, and pulled away smiling. Next she just stuck her tongue out and flicked at the underside of my cock, staring at me waiting for my reaction. My knees started to wobble, and I had to pull away. She looked at me with concern.

“I’m not going to cum on your face,” I said.

“Not yet.” Was her response.

I threw my head back and felt my cock throb again. Just her words were impacting me at this point. I climbed down and stopped teasing her – I threw my head between her legs and started to lick her pussy. Slowly at first, savoring each drop and seeing what made her squirm the most. Once I discovered what she liked I started to go faster, eventually sliding a finger or two into her as well. This went on for a while until I felt those thick thighs squeeze my head and her pussy tighten around my fingers. I continued to lick up those juices until the squeezing stopped, and hear breathing started to calm. This part was not new to us – she loved me going down on her in our relationship. I sat up and wiped away the wetness from my chin. All she did was lay back and smile at me. “Nothing to say this time?” I asked her.

She chuckled and thought for a minute. “It wasn’t as fun without my fingers in your hair.”

I might have agreed, but having her at my mercy was everything I hoped it would be. Now I had to try something else that was different. Do I untie her, or do I fuck her on her back all tied up like this? That’s where I decided the belt would come in. I picked it up slowly and watched the curiosity on her face. I held it for a second and tried to guess what she was thinking. Did she think I was gonna tie her up? Did she think I was going to whip her with it? Regardless of her thought, it was the former. I took the belt and I wrapped it around her ankles, closing her legs together.

I think picked up her legs, and slid myself up to her. With her soft legs pressed up my stomach and chest, I slowly caressed them with the tip of my cock teasing her. She pulled her hands at the tie as if she wanted to be let free, suddenly teased far too much and dying for me to do something. I reminded her that she knew I loved when she begged, and told me what she wanted. She immediately asked me to fuck her. How could I say no?

I slid my cock inside of her and instantly watched her body shake. I gripped her legs tight against my body and continued to thrust against her. She was so wet and felt incredible around my cock. Changing positions wasn’t even on my mind, all I could think about was how amazing this felt. I was suddenly reminded by how wrong it felt, too. Here I was fucking my ex girlfriend after two years, someone I had long moved on from but still felt sexually attracted to. Second guesses started to come through, but they were overpowered by the sexual pleasure I was feeling. The risk and regret started to enhance the feeling, and I could quickly feel myself starting to come.

I pulled myself out, dropped her legs, and straddled back over her. Turns out I was going to come on her face after all. I let her suck on my cock while I untied her hands from the headboard, and told her I wanted her to work it out of me. With her hands still tied together, she wrapped both hands around my shaft and stroked me as fast as she could. It didn’t take long for my warm cum to spurt out over her face. She caught some of it in her mouth, but was just as happy with what landed around her cheek. She stroked me slowly until it stopped coming out, and then used her tongue to clean it up. I had to grip the headboard myself to prevent myself from shaking too much. My legs were throbbing. The anticipation and dirtyness I felt from what I had just done made that one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

We then stared at each other, smiling from the pleasure but internally questioning our decision. I decided for us, and untied her hands and got her a towel to wipe off with. I grabbed her clothes for her, and then proceeded to put on mine. There was silence. When all of my clothes were together, I looked at her and reminded her of what I said. “One night.”

“One night,” she said back. I took a deep breath and walked out.

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