[F]orce-fucking [m]y ex-wife

A few months ago I split up with my then-wife due to differences which are mostly irrelevant to this encounter. Among our shortcomings, however, was the difference in libido. I am a horny motherfucker and she is quite reserved. Historically, I have been the one to initiate and often she wouldn’t actually be in the mood until I was balls deep. Some of you guys know exactly what I am talking about: she says she doesn’t feel like it but quickly changes her mind once she’s filled with cock. Maybe? I can’t be the only one.

In any case, our situation is worsened by the fact that we have a child. I am currently in a different country than them due to work, but was due to visit for our child’s birthday. I had repeatedly told myself I would keep my hands to myself since, you know, we had a bit of a bitter separation, wouldn’t want to put myself in that awkward situation, and frankly I figured she just hated my guts and would recoil at my touch. I was not entirely wrong, but we’re not there yet.

Leaving all the excitement of seeing my child aside, I was genuinely surprised at the warm welcome I received from my ex. In this part of Europe, kissing on the cheek is customary for greetings, and I was wholly prepared to barely receive a hug. Instead, I got a surprisingly warm kiss on the cheek and decided to think nothing of it. “Must be old habits and the lack of intimacy,” I told myself. The first day I was too tired to think much of anything (thanks jetlag) and went by uneventfully.

It must have been the fault of being back in that setting. All the old memories and habits coming back; but by the second day I was starting to feel the lust I often had for my ex back when we were in a better place. I decided to start testing out the waters by giving her a playful spank whenever she presented herself in a bent over position getting food out of the fridge or having dropped something. To my pleasant surprise, she didn’t protest. This alone was surprising, since she would always complain when I spanked her before. I started to convince myself that she missed me. Well, not me necessarily, but my touch, and was yearning for it in any way she could get it. It was probably just my little head doing the thinking for me though.

The atmosphere in the house was unexpectedly amicable as we were all laughing and having a good time as though we were a happy family all over again. In part, I think we were. It’s just that “happy” for us meant co-parenting without having to deal with each other’s shit, apparently. So by the end of that second day I decided to really push my luck: she must have been doing something rather monotonous, but she presented her back to me, and I took advantage and walked up behind her, extended my arms under hers, and full-on groped her tiny, little, A-cups. She laughed. Like, a laugh composed of giggles when someone does something you like that both tickles and feels good. I knew at that moment….it was on. My lust was amplified by what I interpreted to be mutual desire. There was definitely room for error, so I spent the whole night thinking on how to go about this. Do we have a talk? Do I ask? Just attack?

Since our separation, and even a little before that, I had started to discover that I like being more on the dominant side. Of course, in this situation it was going to be tricky. She could go full nuclear if I was reading everything wrong. Similarly, if I went the route of the timid and “respectful” man asking if we could engage in sex, well…I am pretty sure that would have dried her up like…sand? Or whatever. I do feel the need to clarify: of course consent is important, but unlike- what I perceive most of Reddit is like- consent isn’t just verbal. You can feel it. Spoken undertones, a glimmer in ones’ eye, and other intangible cues. I admit it can be a tricky thing, especially in the heat of the moment. And I do sincerely think that asking for a kiss or for permission to touch a persons’ body can be very much a turnoff. Particularly in the heat of the moment. But I digress.

The third day came about and being Monday, we sent our child to preschool. I had to run some errands and unfortunately this time spent alone served for me to be able to think straight. The reality of our situation sunk in again. I knew these were just temporary feelings that could make things worse in the long run. So before returning home I convinced myself again that I would not try to initiate anything. And that would have been how it all went down, if it wasn’t for little head taking over as soon as I returned. I walked in to the kitchen as she had her back turned towards me. I suppose the small voice in my head took over and said “just grab her tits again, let’s see what happens.” Perhaps I was looking for final confirmation that she wanted this as much as I did. Or perhaps I was just fucking horny. Maybe both. As I went for the tits, she caught me and covered up on time to where I essentially ended up giving her a hug from behind. I played it cool and asked her if she wanted me to crack her back. She said yes and so I did exactly that. Once I let go, she relaxed her arms and I saw this as my second opportunity to grab a handful of her bite-sized tits. She reacted much in the same way as the first time: giggling and blushing. It was on.

I picked her up and headed to the couch in the adjacent living room. I will take a break here to describe ourselves a bit. I am 6’ with a very average body and what I like to think of as a fantastically average penis as well. Like really, nothing to write home about but nothing to be worried about either. It works for me. She is 5’ tall and 100 lbs soaking wet. She is quite a bit older than I am so I won’t sit here and tell you her ass is magnificently toned and her tits are super perky A-cups. She has a below average ass as far as firmness, and her tits were once nice and perky but have lost their firmness post-baby lactation. That being said, I love how tiny she is and how exotic of features she has. I won’t delve into too much identifying info, but she has what I describe as a very indigenous looking face. From South America. She has an uncanny similarity to actress Magaly Solier. It works for her and, more importantly, it works for me.

So I bring her to the couch and throw her down on her back. I climb on top of her and I can see it on her face: the realization that I am being overtaken by lust. Her whimpers betray her words as I start to nuzzle her, looking to kiss her. She picks up on the cues and starts to playfully protest as she tries to push me off with no success. In turn, I start to dawn a more forceful role: I grab her wrists, pin them above her head, and continue looking to make out. She continues to evade me and I decide she needs a little persuasion, so I go to place my thigh between her legs. She doesn’t miss a beat and shuts her legs tight. Bless her 100 lbs, but her strength doesn’t even come close to resisting me as a break apart her legs with my thigh, leaving it planted right on top her mound, which is now starting to feel like a pile of embers. She doesn’t start to actually say “no” and ”get off me” until I use my teeth to disrobe her: I start with the zipper on her sweater and I can see the excitement in her body as I zip past her tiny tits. Luckily for me, she is wearing a black tank top, so pulling it down, along with her bra, proves to be easier than I anticipated-considering my hands were busy pinning her down. In any case, her little hard nipples sprang into action as I slip her bra down and trace my way over to them with my tongue. She smells so good and tastes even better as I engulf her tits in my mouth, drawing shapes over her nipples with my tongue. Electricity is coursing through her skin as I see her stiffen from the pleasure.

Here is where I began to doubt myself for just a second. It’s as though actually revealing her little nipples and caressing them with my mouth made it more real. The tone of her “no’s” became more pronounced, a little less playful, and a little more commanding. I brushed these doubts aside and helped her do the same by increasing the pressure and frequency at which my thigh would rub her clit over her jeans. I was right, and the continued stimulation of her clit- as well as my mouth over her nipples, neck, and finally her own mouth- transformed her “no’s” not into yes’, but into sexy “no’s” that hopefully some of you here are familiar with. That drawn out “noooo” that ends in more of a moan than an actual word.

The couch began proving too small for the things I wanted to do to her. At this point she was beginning to turn into jelly and I could safely release her arms without risking further resistance. I picked her up so that her legs and arms were wrapped around me and we made out as I brought us to the bedroom. Again, I threw her on her back, slipped her pants off (in retrospect, this was a smart move because her struggle later on would probably have made it impossible to get her jeans off) and began taking my clothes off. I think she secretly wanted to be taken against her will because as soon as she had time for her blood to go back to her head, she began putting her bra and tank top back on and tried fleeing the room with a bit of a devilish grin. I was standing in the doorway, so even as I continued to take my clothes off, I was able to prevent her escape and throw her onto the bed. I could feel myself getting more violent with every escape attempt. Finally, I had stripped down to just my boxers, threw her on the bed once more, and climbed on top of her. The next 5 minutes were more of a wrestling match than anything else as I fought her for every piece of clothing she had on. In the end I had mostly won as I failed to take her clothes off but had successfully pulled down her top to show her tits. She was down to her black, lacy thong (a most welcome surprise) and I needed to get those off if I wanted to fuck her. It was going to be near impossible to take her thong off without ripping it and although I did consider it, it seemed like a nice enough thong that she would actually be mad if I tore it. I will save that for the next time I suppose.

As I was saying, the ensuing struggle was more of a wrestling match than anything sexual. Nevertheless, I was very turned on by the whole thing- at least mentally- but I was actually having to use a good amount of strength, so the blood had left my cock and I was pushing rope when I finally pinned her to where I could fuck her. Scratch that idea. I figured I could at least get her to cum on my face by eating her out: so again, I wrestled her into a position where I had her legs over my shoulders, my face breathing on her mound, and my arms reaching up holding her arms and hips in place. She was REALLY fighting me the whole time. Physically, she would not stop trying to get out of my grip. Verbally, she was almost screaming “no” “stop it” “let me go” “I’ve changed my mind” and again I entered into doubt. She sounded incredibly sincere about not wanting to go on. But her lips betrayed her mouth: with my face right in front of her pussy I could smell her desire, see her glistening lust, and soon I would drown in her passion.

We would later find out the true extent of that struggle, as we found some deep scratches near where I was holding her.

So there I was, staring at her thinly veiled pussy… Normally I would tease her over her panties with my mouth and kiss up and down her legs but this situation definitely did not call for that. As she continued her pleas for me to stop, I told her to shut her slutty little mouth, moved her panties aside with my nearby hand, and started eating her pussy like a sex-starved man: I wasted no time in trying to build up the perfect orgasm, I just went full retard on her clit.

Quick thing you should know about me: moans, groans, and all those little sounds in between make me so fucking horny. Hard-as-steel horny. Ladies, please don’t hold back. I think most men would agree. Anyway.

I was a mix of emotions: tired from wrestling her down into this position, horny from the situation in general, and now frustrated that my cock was had still not recovered from having blood diverted to the rest of my body. But that soon changed. You know how you can hear the ocean from a sea shell or whatever? If I close my eyes I can still hear the symphony emanating from the pleasure my mouth effected on her slit: her pleas and attempted-commands at getting me to stop began to transform into moans of extasy. And I mean uncut extasy. Or however drugs work. It was all perfectly timed too: as she came in my mouth and covered my beard with her glaze, her moans also reached peak sexiness, and my cock was back in the game. By this point I had coaxed-out all of her willpower and was proudly displaying it on my face. I had been eating her out on the edge of the bed so all I had to do was stand up, pull her little ass over the edge of the bed (from here I can then tilt her hips upwards and hit the perfect angle), and dive right in. I don’t think she’s ever been this wet. I pressed my cock to her lips and instead of having to push myself in I simply slipped in and bottomed out instantly. Her symphony started up again and I fucked her with all the pent-up frustration and lust I had in me. I don’t think I could have stopped if I wanted to: her horny little lips were gripping my shaft; seemingly unwilling to let me go.

There’s only so much force you can put into fucking a woman. After a certain point, if you want to fuck harder you need to get a little creative. In this case, I was finally able to let go of her arms and used one hand to grope her little tits. I know she loves this and I was able to see the full effect; or rather, hear the full effect. With the other hand, I grabbed her by the neck, choked her, and used it as a grip of sorts: she had become a giant flesh light that I could handle by her throat and tits. In this position one of us typically rubs her clit. Today was no different and she reached down to touch herself:

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked. “You didn’t want this. You don’t get to touch yourself today.”

I moved her hand away and pinned it down. She groaned. I didn’t touch her either. I did, however, want to see her ass, but I felt the small time required to flip her over and get into position could ruin the whole force-fucking theme going on. Instead I swung her left leg over towards her right leg so that she was now laying on her side and continued fucking her- sort of like doggy style but with her laying down on her side. I spanked her ass a few more times and she let out some whimpers. The thing about this position is that I can pull her left arm so as to expose her tit to me. I have her left cheek in full view for spanking and, honestly, just for staring. With creative maneuvering, I can pull her hair and rub her clit at the same time. So I did just that.

“You still sure you don’t want to get fucked?”

“unintelligible moans”

“Say ‘yes’ and I’ll stop right now. You want me to keep fucking you?”

“N-n-nooooo”

“Good. I’m about to cum. Cum with me.”

And we did just that. I filled her up with an intensity I had not felt for a long time (it helped that I had “quit” porn a few weeks back and had a couple weeks worth of cum saved up). She got every last drop as her synchronized orgasm helped milk me with every contraction of her pussy.

Not that it matters, or that you asked, but she is not on birth control. We have been exercising natural prevention since the beginning of our relationship: if we fuck, I cum inside of her if it’s within 5-10 days of her period. Otherwise she will usually suck me off. Fortunately, her period was in a few days (she had said as much) so I could just release without ruining the moment. Our afterglow set the tone for the remainder of my visit as we fucked any chance we got. But none were as hot as that. I was pleasantly surprised one night when she came to wake me up with a blow job and I finished by forcing myself down her throat, forcing her to cough and gag. I didn’t know how hot that could be until that point.

For anyone else who may want to express their moral qualms: she has since confessed various times on how hot it was for her “to be taken against her will”. We often text now and have prepared safe words because I told her how I really REALLY want her to resist next time and how I want to be much more forceful as well. She says she’s up for a good challenge and that I better not complain when she slaps me in the face or punches me in the gut. We are both looking forward to it. I did not expect my post-marriage sex with my ex to be the best sex I have had- and will hopefully continue to have- with her.

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