Angry sex with the ex-wife [MF], rough

I never have written about my ex wife because for the most part she sucked in bed in almost every way.

I fell for her because we got along great (at first) and had a lot in common. She was also cute as fuck. Shoulder length dirty blond hair. Absolutely perfect B cup tits with cute little nipples that seemed to be permanently hard. She was short, 5’2” with okay legs. Her ass was amazing. Perfect round bubble butt that made me first notice her. She looked hot as shit in tight pants or jeans. She was pale (which I have a thing for) and the best blue eyes.

But she was a bore in bed. She could barely suck dick. Didn’t do anal. She said I was too big for her to do most things. She hated shaving her pussy, which I prefer. Deadbedrooms subreddit is what got me into reddit in the first place. I was miserable in that department.

So I cheated a lot (I won’t link every story, check out my posts if curious). We probably had sex maybe a dozen time in the last four years of our marriage.

The only time she was fun was when she was drunk as hell. And then holy shit she was fun. She liked it very rough. As in I could slap that ass until it was bruising. She didn’t care if I choked her. I could just go nuts on her and cum literally anyway as often as I wanted.

This was rare over our marriage and didn’t make it worth it to stay.

We eventually divorced but stayed friends. We got along better as friends and I liked being able to sleep with others now with no guilt and not having to hide shit.

There wasn’t much sexual tension between us and I didn’t try anything with her ever.

Until about a year after our divorce. I don’t know what it was. I wasn’t really with anyone. I was horny as shit. She was wearing a tight sweater and jeans. My favorite outfit on her. She had cut her hair super short which I hated, but her tits were on full display lately with more low cut shirts or sweaters.

She had come over to my place before all our other friends were set to arrive. We had a drink or two chilling out in the kitchen when I just started to get a vibe off her.

I had known her for half my life at this point (even before being married she was in my life), I knew when something was starting to brew with her.

So I reached in and kissed her. We made out for a good ten minutes. Our tongues in each other mouths. Our hands all over each other. I was starting to get hard and I was really worked up.

We hadn’t been like this in a long long time. It was crazy.

Then we heard my front door open. We broke away quick. Folks were arriving and I needed to calm down fast.

The night was normal and I thought it was just an odd fluke.

The next week I went to her place for dinner. This was really common for us. We would watch a movie or play games. We did really well as ex husband and wife.

The night was normal. Nothing unusual other than I never wanted to fuck someone more in my life. I was charged up the whole time. I’m sure I was flirty and more handsy than normal. I didn’t feel she was though so I thought maybe I was making things weird.

She downed almost a whole bottle of wine (kind of typical for her). I didn’t drink much and figured I should start heading out.

It was an odd and awkward goodbye. She wasn’t making any moves. I was so worked up by this point I just say why not to myself and went in for the kiss. It was like the previous week only this time I knew no one was going to be walking in.

My hand was squeezing her tit through her shirt. My other hand was on her ass over her jeans. I wasn’t sure if I should keep going. She hadn’t said a word. A deep sigh here and there when I kissed her neck. Her hands stayed on my back. This was how she was. I sometimes wonder if she could ever truly let herself go if she would be more happy in a sub/dom role. She was always super submissive once sex started.

Finally I unbottoned her jeans a little and moved my hand to her pussy to feel what I hadn’t had in so long.

To my shock was no feeling of hair. She was shaved and wet.

“Oh fuck,” I said into her ear.

“I was wondering if you were going to make a move or if I wasted time shaving,” she said with a half laugh.

It was on at that point. Clothes flew off in quick order. Her hand was stroking me tightly getting me rock hard. Her odd one skill was handjobs. Most women suck at handjobs. They think they are good at them. They are not. My ex had the ability to stroke my cock better than I could sometimes.

She kept kissing me, her hand slowly doing its magic. My hand playing with her smooth pussy.

“Let so upstairs,” she said as she let go and started walking naked to her bedroom.

On the way up I slapped her still tight ass.

“Mmm. That will need to be harder,” she commented, not even turning around.

Once in bed I did the one thing I could never stop myself with her. I put her on her back and went down on her. Her pussy is still the most delicious I have ever had (yes they all taste different). I also knew exactly how to get her off.

She never liked fingers in her. She liked a hard pressure right on the clit with some movement. My hands held on to her tits and I just went to town. My tongue catching all her juices. Her body quivering and soft moans were coming from her mouth.

It was like a combination to a safe (I forget what comedian said that) and I knew the combo all too well. It took less than five minutes for her body to convulse into a massive orgasm. My ex body shook and she gasped (she was always on the quiet side).

I came up for air and knew not to keep going. She would be too sensitive.

She smiled and we made out more. Her tasting her pussy on my lips.

She rolled me over and climbed on top of me. She quickly sank herself on my dick and started to ride me. We kissed for a bit as she aggressively fucked me. I assumed she hadn’t had sex since our last time which was long ago.

She bounced up and down. I withdrew from her lips to attach myself to one of her tits. Sucking on her hard nipples with both hands on her ass.

Rarely can I get off with her on top but there was a wild passion in the way we were fucking. In no time I felt my cock pulse and cum began unloading into her. Over and over.

I finally relaxed and laid back. She climbed off and cleaned up.

Do I go? Do I stay? This all seems like a bad idea.

Why is my cock still rock hard? And I mean not for a second did it go down.

She came back two minutes later and I got out of bed.

I knew she was good and drunk. And I was ready for round 2.

I just grabbed her once she got close to the bed and bent her over.

WHACK! I slapped one ass cheek as hard as I could.

“Fuck!” She yelped. Her body jumped for a second.

SLAP! I used the same hand on her other cheek. Her body twitched again.

She didn’t move though. She stayed perfectly still. She didn’t try to shift her body.

Again I slapped one cheek (in a slightly different spot) then the other. One after another I spanked her ass with all my might. No leading up to it. No slow caresses. Just spanking her back and forth. Her pale ass getting redder and redder. Usually it got red several minutes later. This time it was having immediate effects.

I finally couldn’t take anymore and pushed my cock into her. She was so tight in this position. She always claimed that it hurt least when I fucked her from behind.

And fuck her I did. As hard as I could I grabbed her hips and just plowed her. Almost all the way out and all the way back in.

I couldn’t believe how hot this was. At same time, I couldn’t believe that for years she would never fuck me. She would be passive aggressive. She would bring up old shit and hold it over my head. All the negative of our relationship started to over come me.

I would pull back and stop with the head of my dick barely in her and slap her ass again with force. Repeat. Over and over.

She was quiet as always. Just taking the abuse I was doing on her ass and her pussy.

Fuck it I thought.

I licked a finger and started playing with her asshole while I fucked her too. She jumped. But again didn’t pull away.

I played with her tight hole I never got to have and fucked her liked a paid whore.

Even now I can feel my anger and frustration build up.

I was getting close to cumming. I pulled out though and just came all over ass and back. Drops of cum everywhere all over her body. Her ass bright red at this point.

I backed off to admire the view. My ex wife bent over her bed that she now sleeps alone in. Red ass, I assumed sore pussy. Cum all over her.

I left the room to clean up and she joined me smiling.

“That was fun huh?” She commented finally.

“It was, but I should get going. It’s getting late,” I said. I didn’t want to even think of the emotional ramifications of me staying over.

“Yeah, I’m beat. Sounds good,” she commented. And by the look on her face I could tell she was relieved I would be leaving.

She kissed me goodnight and off I went.

She complained the next day via text that it hurt to sit and she was definitely sore.

I smiled at that thought. We made plans for dinner at her place again the following weekend.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/brawpo/angry_sex_with_the_exwife_mf_rough