He was her first real love and she was his. The two had separated two years before I met her. They had met in high school and he was leaving to study overseas, for college.
They had been each other’s first. I know that they had had tons of sex, for over a year, and I know the separation was brutal. The two had remained good friends over Facebook; he had invited her a couple of times, but she had obligations here.
Before I go on, I should say that we have a rather kinky relationship. I have other stories that could illustrate that, but we occasionally allow each other to sleep with other people. We love each other to death, we’re still together today and even more in love than we’ve ever been, but we are also known to… be curious and experiment a bit. Our rule was the other person had to accept it, and that it had to happen “occasionally.” Frankly speaking, I can see how some couples aren’t okay with this, and I understand why, but I don’t personally see anything wrong with it personally. We even did swinging with another couple, friends, once.
He invited her to dine out to “reconnect” and discuss “so many things.” It would be his only free night in town and I knew she wanted a night with him. To see… You know, how it was after so long. If it was still the same. If he had changed – improved, maybe. To see and live the old memories again. See how both of them had grown and evolved, how their bodies had changed, etc.
After you’ve spent so much time and so much intimate time with someone, you just grow… Close to that person, of course. The two had had sex dozens, hundreds of times, and it had been 5+ years since they had seen each other. I knew she wanted him.
As I said, relive those good memories. See how it was, if it was still the same. If it was still as good.
I was okay with it. I had had sex with other women, several of them in fact, and she had had sex with other men. Even random club hookups.
For those of you thinking “what if she reconnects with him and fall back in love with him again,” well, my thoughts are, if it was gonna happen, then so be it. To me, a relationship shouldn’t be like a castle you ought to defend at all costs; if she thought she would be happier with him, then so be it. In other words, if she really was going to be happier with someone else, then I’d rather have her be with someone else. Relationships aren’t a prison or sacrosanct and not to be broken under any situation; honestly, if I thought I would be happier with another woman, then I would be with that other woman, and I hoped she operated the same way.
I watched her dress up and apply makeup. She made great efforts to look exceptionally sexy. She had that super cute, super tight red dress, high heels, and everything that goes with it. Red lipstick, hair spray, eyeliners, etc. This was even more, even sexier than what she wore when she went clubbing.
“Are you sure you are okay with it?”
He stayed at a hotel nearby, a luxurious one. She hoped to seduce him and spend some time with him.
“Of course, I hope you have fun.”
“Oh, I will,” she said, grinning. “He wakes up early the next day, so I won’t spend the night there. I will be back late.” She was so excited, and so turned out.
“I just have one condition.” She turned to look at me. “I want him to finish in you. And I want you to come back here, without showering or cleaning up or anything.”
It seemed her smile had gotten even bigger. She kissed me passionately.
“Of course I will. I love you.” We kissed and kissed, and I ventured a hand on her clit. She actually let me do it, if only to see how incredibly soaking wet she was.
“No panties,” I told her.
“Won’t it make me look slutty?”
“Isn’t that what you are?
She giggled, and with a quick move, dropped her thin-laced lingerie panties on the ground.
“My dress is kind of short.”
“Good.” She moved towards the door, finally ready. “Don’t come back without a pussy full of cum, okay?”
“I will. I love you.”
I had a bit of work to do tonight, but nothing quite major. I admit I had trouble focusing. I was incredibly turned on and my dick would randomly get hard. I looked at the hour and wondered if they were doing it. If she enjoyed it, if she orgasmed, etc.
I went to bed, or rather tried to go to bed, at around 2AM. Again, I admit I had trouble sleeping, too turned on. I was awoken at around 3:30AM or so by the sound of a door. For some reason, immediately, my dick got hard.
As soon as she entered our room, still dark, I knew she had done it. The way she walked, the way she was breathing, she just seemed so happy. She slid in bed next to me and kissed me.
“Let me see!” I asked her, overexcited.
She was still wearing her red dress, but it was clear that… it had been roughed up a bit. I turned on our night lamp, lifted it gently, then spread her legs to look.
He had made quite a mess down there. Most of the cum was out, or at least I assumed, and had fallen on her pretty dress. There was a lot left around the vestibule of her vagina and on her clit. She had a lot on her legs, too, making me wonder how she had managed to drive home. He had given her a good load.
I couldn’t resist anymore and jumped on her, immediately penetrating her. I entered her with absolute ease. Her vagina was incredibly loose; this only happened when she got incredibly aroused, and fucked good. In silence, with neither of us saying a word, I started fucking her hard, unable to control myself. Within a minute, I ended up coming so hard I almost passed out, and fell on top of her, crushing her a bit.
She giggled and pushed me a bit to breathe. I let myself fall to her side and we kissed. I was completely elated.
“Fuck that was hot,” I said.
“I know!”
“Hardest I ever came.”
She smelled of him, too. Some foreign perfume of some kind. I just thought about fucking her again; I went on top of her and caressed and kissed her until I was hard again, my dick quickly growing on her clit and making her moan, eager to enter her again.
I fucked her again and at this point, it was as if her vaginal walls didn’t exist at all: I was fucking some kind of pool of liquid. I barely felt any friction in her, in fact, I slid in her so easily I was afraid to bump my pubic bone on hers. For some reason, the absolute ease with which I fucked her made me come even faster. Drained what was left in my balls in her, then hugged her and we both fell asleep almost immediately.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hn7bhx/mfm_girlfriend_25fs_ex_25m_was_in_town
Exactly how my wife and I are, as well. Great story.