how I turned my [F] ex [M] in to a freak

My ex and I were very in love at one point, before I caught him entertaining another woman.

I remember him crying and throwing shit, begging me to stay while I packed up the few things I had at his apartment. I watched that man break down that day, it was the most empowering feeling.

Our sex was amazing… extremely passionate but it didn’t start out that way. Initially, it was almost vanilla. We were attracted to each other, so there was a lot of kissing and touching but we weren’t necessarily freaky with each other.

Over time, I found out he had a bunch of kinks that he was ashamed of, and with me he was finally able to be himself without worrying about being judged.

I realized he had a foot fetish… and although I had been taught that foot fetishes are weird, I quickly learned to love that about him. He would massage and kiss my feet when we laid down on the couch to watch movies. He would suck my toes during sex. He loved coming with me to my spa appointments and he loved cumming on my feet. Eventually, he started asking me for foot jobs and I tried my best to please him… As much as I wanted to please him, he wanted to reciprocate ten-fold. He would often just have me lay on my stomach on his bed, and give me sensual massages, focusing on my butt, and reaching under to rub my clit and finger me to get me off. It was during these massages that I realized he had an ass fetish… one day while we were drunk, we had just showered together, and he asked me to lay on my stomach while I was still wrapped in my towel. He started giving me an ass massage. At one point, he got caught up in the moment, spread my cheeks, and started rimming my asshole with his tongue. I froze. He froze. He realized what he had done and was worried what I would think. I just wiggled my ass, moaned and asked him why he stopped. He proceeded, but it was obvious he was holding back… It was my first time having my ass eaten out, and honestly I was weirded out by it, but I knew if I had discouraged him, he would never feel safe to be himself around me. I started moaning a bit louder and allowed myself to enjoy it. He could tell I was really getting into it, and eventually dropped his guard. It was like he finally felt comfortable to be himself, and just went at it… he probably spent a good 20 minutes rimming me, sticking his tongue in and out, spitting on my hole and inserting his finger gently in me. He was using my body to do something he had always dreamt of and now he had the chance. After that, we had the most amazing love making… he sat cross legged while I wrapped my legs around his waist, bouncing deeply up and down until we both came at the same time. When we were done, we cleaned up and cuddled on the couch to watch a movie. He constantly kissed my forehead throughout the entire movie, and that night he told me he loved me.

After that night, sex was never the same. We both gained trust in each other and we were even more eager to explore. I loved how he took the time to explore my entire body, and I loved it more how he would get so turned on, lose control and ram his cock down my throat. He loved holding me by both sides of my face and just slowly and deeply fuck my face. Sometimes I would come over after being out drinking all night with the girls. He would open the door, still half asleep and watch me stumble in. I would walk to his room, sit on the floor on my knees, with a big drunk happy smile on face, and wait for him eagerly to take his cock out. I loved sucking his dick and he thought that was the cutest thing.

Eventually once he felt more comfortable with his kinks and had admitted his love for me, he would open the door to my drunk self, follow me in to the room and as soon as I would go to sit on the floor, you would pick me up from under my arms, toss me on the bed, and tell me he’s been thinking about eating my pussy and ass all day.

Sometimes his friends would be over when I came to visit. They would be sitting in the living room, which was right next to his bedroom. In the beginning, he would beg me to be quiet while we fucked, he didn’t want his friends to hear. Towards the end of the relationship, we were fucking with the door wide open, exhibition style. I knew all his friends wanted me, and after I broke up with him, they all took their turns trying to get me, but I was still loyal to him. I remember one-night walking out of his room to go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. I walked into the dark kitchen fully naked, covered in cum, my hair a complete mess. I flipped the light switch on, and saw his friend was standing at the kitchen sink, also drinking water. His jaw nearly hit the floor at the sight of my naked body. I grabbed the glass of water out of his hand, drank from it, and gave it back to him. I went back to the bedroom and went another couple rounds, knowing his friend was on the other side of the wall jerking off, and imagining himself balls deep between my legs. The truth is, I got off on the fact that they knew their friend was fucking me so good. He was a god among men, and I wanted everyone to know it.

It’s been a couple years since we’ve broken up. We’re in a good place in our relationship now where we both love and appreciate each other, but the spark is gone. Until of course I ran in to him at his work recently, spread my legs on his desk, and asked him to eat me right there while the people passing by his window stopped to watch… but that’s a story for another time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fxwrtu/how_i_turned_my_f_ex_m_in_to_a_freak