I [F]ucked my ex in [M]y boyfriend’s apartment

This is the first time I’ll be posting here and apologies in advance for the bad grammar, English isn’t my native language.

Just a bit of a backstory, my then-boyfriend (let’s name him John) was a frat brother of my ex (let’s name him Max). I actually know John because of Max. Max and I had a really bad break up and as a way of revenge, I hit on John.

Eventually, John and I started dating. Six months into our relationship, John went on to an out-of-town trip. While I don’t normally touch his things, his ipad just kept on receiving a messenger notification. I took a glimpse at it and found out he was flirting with someone else.

I was devastated. I went to the nearest bar and started drinking to my heart’s content. Much to my surprise, I bumped into Max who was also alone that night. The alcohol was already kicking in so with nothing to lose, I stood up and sat beside him.

“Why are you alone?” He asked. “Where’s John?”

“Guess what, he’s cheating on me the same way you did.” I said, shrugging.

He apologized and for the first time, we talked about our unresolved issues.

“I really regret what I did to you. But I did love you though. Those were one of the happiest moments of my life. I’d do anything to have your forgiveness.”

My vision was already blur at this point. But I remember us dirty dancing on the dance floor. His hand was on my hips and I made sure he had a nice view of my cleavage. I made sure he knows I wasn’t wearing a bra beneath my white tank top. I was already soaking wet at this point. I haven’t been touched the way I wanted to, John and I just don’t have the same sex drive and Max was the only person who really knows how to make me squirt.

And I missed that.

“You were my best sex,” I said, slowly lowering down his hand on my ass. “Still are.”

“I don’t think we should do this.” He said reluctantly but he can’t take his eyes off my cleavage.

“Don’t you miss it, too?” I went closer and closer. I want him so bad. I want the way he makes me want him.

“You’re my friend’s girlfriend.” He keeps on telling me, but more importantly, I think he was convincing himself.

By the time the bar closed, I was already dead drunk. But I was still frustrated because he won’t even kiss me! I asked him to walk me home because even though my bf’s apartment was just a block away, it was already 3 in the morning and I can no longer walk straight.

The moment I opened the door, he turned his back on me but I immediately stopped him.

“Stay for the night,” I said, almost breathless.

“I can’t. John and I are good friends, it’s just wrong.” He sighed, I can feel his frustration and reluctance but that just made everything hotter.

“You owe me this.” I finally threw that card.

“Oh, fuck it.” He finally gave in. That night, we slept on the same bed John and I fucked in. Max just won’t make the first move so I closed the distance between us and started making out. He wasn’t responding at first but when I deepened the kiss, he moaned and kissed me back.

My body was already begging to be fucked. My pussy was soaking wet but he won’t even touch me.

I placed his hand on my tits and without hesitation, finally, he groped on my tits. My nipples were super erect and it was desperate to be sucked.

“I can’t,” he said in between kisses. “I physically can’t. I’m drunk.”

I reached for his cock and realized he wasn’t lying. Frustrated, I turned my back on him and dozed off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up to Max sucking my nipples. It was the best morning I had in years. My clit was so hard and my pussy was super ready. He sucked it like there’s no tomorrow. He sucked it just how I needed it.

He reached for his belt and tied my arms with it. “Is this what you want?”

Shit. I missed having this kind of sex. I miss sex with him. I nodded while biting my lip.

“Tell me,” he said and reached down to me, biting my earlobe.

“Yes,” he tied my hand to the headboard until I was completely helpless. All the while, he sucked my tits and opened my legs wide. I can see his cock throbbing. He wanted me too.

I moaned when his wet tongue started drawing circles on my stomach. I was guiding him towards my aching pussy but he didn’t go there. He only gave it a slight lick before proceeding to the inside of my thighs. The longing doubled. Being completely naked at the bed of my cheating boyfriend with my ex and his friend was sending me off the edge.

And finally, he ate my pussy the way I want to be eaten. He sucked my clitoris like a baby desperate for milk. He made his tongue hard to penetrate my opening. I can feel myself building up inside me, my juices combining with his saliva.

“F-fuck… fuck me.” I was begging. My hand still tied on to the bed, helpless, just depending my life on him.

And he didn’t disappoint, he inserted two fingers inside me while still sucking my clit.

“Shit. There. Yes. I fucking missed this. He can’t make me cum like this.”

And with more movement, I finally get my much needed release. I was still catching up to my breath when we were interrupted by the ringing of my phone. He grabbed it and gave it to me, commanding me to answer the phone. This has always been his fetish—me talking to someone while he’s fucking me hard.

“You want another orgasm?” He asks with his boyish grin.

I nodded.

“Then be a nice girl and answer the phone.”

Shit. He slid the phone and placed it on my ear.

“Hello?” I said to John. Last night I already confronted him about his cheating and he’s been calling me since.

I bit my lip when I felt the inches of Max’s cock slowly penetrate me. It was so slow and agonizing.

“You weren’t answering my call,” John said at the end of the line.

“That’s because… you’re an asshole.” I swear I gave all that I have to stop myself from moaning, especially when Max completely filled me in. And to torture me further, he silently licked on my aching nipples too.

“I’m really sorry, baby. Let me explain.”

“No-“ i said, almost out of breath. Max was again pulling out of me, only to push himself inside again.

“Goodbye John.”

Max ended the call because I was still tied up. “Good girl, I’m gonna give you your prize now.”

He didn’t need more words, he fucked me hard that I felt like I was cumming the whole time. I can see how he slams himself inside me through the mirror on our side, and it was a scene I still fantasize everyday.

I had the most earth-shattering cum with him, squirting all over John’s sheets. And while I was cumming, he was still slamming himself in and out of me until he finally pulled out and poured all of him on my tits.

“Can’t believe I always break the rules for you,” he said, panting. “For the record, you’re also my best sex.”

John and I immediately broke up after that but I doubt if he knows what happened. Max and I are still on speaking terms. Sometimes, I still send him nudes and we still jack off to each other’s photos. It never happened again but we always tease each other about when we can fuck again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/byk8ic/i_fucked_my_ex_in_my_boyfriends_apartment