[F]ucking [M]y married ex-fiancé

First time posting. Be nice.

I had sex with my ex fiancé who is now married to another woman

To say the least, I’m glad we never got married but the sexual tension was and is still very there. Our “engagement” was years ago and also short lived. I put quotation marks bc there wasn’t a ring but there was a proposal.

He had randomly started a conversation with me about a year into his marriage. Off the bat from our first conversation in three years, he insisted on meeting up with me (He moved out of state). I said no because, well, what for? Here is this man that I was (well I thought) very much in love with and also broke my heart on three different occasions. Why am I giving him the time of day nonetheless why would I ever think of fucking him? Anyway, a couple weeks have gone by and we continued to update each other with what’s happened in our lives; he had a baby while I graduated college.

He finally asked about my then boyfriend because he sure as hell knew that I was in a committed relationship. I told him we had broken up because we both wanted different things. He said my ex was stupid for letting me go. That same night we had phone sex. I don’t know if it was him consoling me about my recent breakup or telling me what I wanted to hear but the man was smooth with his words and phone sex was the only thing that made both of us content—it happened all the time. I kept explaining to him that I can’t do this anymore and that it goes against everything I believe in, but he pulls the same charm he’s always pulled with me; “We have this insane chemistry” or “it’s always going to be like this for us” I laugh and shrug it off. I seriously contemplate, will I ever fuck him? If I get the chance, or rather, if he gets the chance, will i actually go all the way? After everything he has put me through?

Months pass by and It’s New Year’s Eve and Ive just about had it with the phone sex. I wanted him. I craved him. I wanted nothing else but to feel his cock inside of me. I did not care that he had a wife at home. I told him if he doesn’t come see me soon, I will cut ties with him AGAIN and live my newly single life with another fling. One week later he says he’s coming home for a weekend. I giggle and say okay. We go on about our secret affair and I am on cloud nine but soon that comes to halt. We get into a disagreement 3 weeks before he comes home and we stop talking.

~Disclaimer: this is something he always does. If you wanted to know how he broke my heart in three different instances, here’s why: every time his homecoming date approaches, he ghosts me or we get Into a stupid argument and breaks up with me.~

I, no longer fazed by it, got over it and came to the fact that I will not see him. Couple days later I have absolutely disgusting sex with a guy I’ve been wanting to fuck for a while now since I’ve been single. We both took out or sexual frustrations at each other and he definitely made me forget about my ex-fiancé. Also this guy has been wanting to fuck me for a while too. I finally had a reliable friends with benefits.

The weekend that my ex fiancé comes home finally comes around and I actually forget bc I made plans that whole wknd- brunch and after… a dick appointment. What more could you ask for? It was perfect until I see that my ex fiancé sent me a message. He wants to meet up but I’m already in the city and with friends. My ex fiancé says that he really wants to see me and as always, I agree. Not because I reaaaaaally want to see him, but because I want to fuck him.. badly. It’s said on what we wanted- and that was to rip each others clothes off. I canceled my appointment and told him the time and place to meet me. I change my clothes from jeans and off the shoulder top to heather Grey sweatpants, a black silk thong and a pullover hoodie with nothing under— sooooo sexy, amirite?

The night finally comes and I get into his truck. His smile and laugh automatically makes me smile and laugh. It was already late and I could not wait to touch him, to kiss him, to grab him. I stared at him telling him that I know a very dark street. Without hesitation he starts his car and we go to the dark street. He parks but doesn’t turn off the car. I whispered that I was sleepy so he told me to lay my head on his console. He begins to massage my neck and shoulders. I regretfully asked him what he did today and hows work going bc I despise small talk but he still answered the questions I asked. Five minutes pass by and I am not interested in what he’s saying, although the massage he is giving me is making me wet. I glance up still laying on the console, to see him speaking but really I’m just staring at his perfectly pink Cupid’s bow lips. I lightly furrow my eyebrows and slightly open my mouth. He stops talking and kisses me upside down like Spider-Man kissed Mary Jane. He leans in and I feel the warmth of his soft lips. I also smell a light scent of a cigar he was smoking before he came to see me. I feel his whole mouth in mine because frankly this has been months— and years— in the making. We’ve been waiting for this.

He slows down and with one hand holds my face and with the other puts his cold hand on my stomach slowly and slowly going down below the waistband of my sweatpants, making it easier for him to glide his big hands onto my soft pussy. Still kissing me, he rubs my clit before inserting his two fingers in me. “You’re soaking wet” he whispers to my hear. I arch my back and let out a slight moan. He’s fingering me and playing with my clit with his thumb. I look at him and I bite my lip. I reach over to feel his cock over his jeans and it was just like I’d imagine; bulging and rock hard. I lean over to unbuckle his belt and unzip his zipper because I wanted to suck every inch of his cock. He stops me and insisted we go to the back.

He gets out the car and waits for me to climb over. I take off my sweats while he’s kissing me and he helps me put down his jeans. I’m kissing his neck, biting his soft ear and stroking his hard cock in my hand. I lick the pre cum off and start licking the head of his penis as if it’s my favorite ice cream cone. I go down to his shaft with my tongue and go slowly up to the tip while playing with his balls with my right hand. I grip the side of his penis with my mouth as if the juice of an ice pop is melting. I love a good tease so I do this until I can hear him breathing hard. I finally get back to the tip and start sucking on the tip eventually sucking his thick cock. Feeling every thrust in my mouth, I start gagging but I keep going. Hearing him say good girl just gets me wetter while he’s rimming me. My hair gets in the way so I get up to put my hair in a bun while he licks all the saliva around my mouth.

He throws me on my back, puts my legs on his broad shoulders, grabs my little but not so little boobs and starts kissing me on my inner thighs. I arch my back, I can feel his hot breath over my throbbing clit. It was his turn to tease but he decided not to. He licked me up and down and started flicking his tongue on my clit and soon sucking it. I orgasmed screaming his name. He knew exactly how to please me and I couldn’t contain my moaning. I was sure someone was going to call the cops.

I grabbed his silver chain he was wearing and pulled him up so I can taste myself on his lips. He got up and put his dick on my pussy. He slowly starts rubbing on my clit. I see him smirking at me and me with tears in my eyes because everything felt so amazing. I slowly feel his hard cock go into my moist pussy making it easy for insertion. He slowly starts to penetrate while looking into my eyes with such concentration. I hold my moans back and just cross my legs over his back bc I wanted to feel every inch of him. He starts going harder and deeper but still slower as if he wants to hold onto this memory, to this feeling. He grabs my titties and starts fucking me fast and hard. I can hear his balls slapping against my pussy dripping of cum. I begin to climax again, he leans over me and buries his face between my shoulder and neck going harder and faster. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck” is all I heard. He slows down and starts kissing my neck and goes down to lick around my brown nipples. He finished inside of me and slowly took his dick out of me. Both hot and sweaty (his seats were leather) we help each other find our underwear. I climb back to the passenger seat and he drives me back to where we met. Being that we hadn’t spoken in 3 years I joked telling him it was nice catching up and that I’ll see him in another three years. He laughed and shook his head.
We barely speak now but all I know is, I don’t regret not one damn thing. I got what I wanted. I was relieved that there were in fact no feelings lingering and that it was just hot, dirty, “we shouldn’t be doing this”, sex.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h0qz8o/fucking_my_married_exfiancé