I’ve come to realize that I’ve been recounting my tales in a chronological order of sorts. Starting with my separation from my first wife to what happened before meeting my wife now. I guess there’s only one story left before I begin talking about my current relationship. Sadly, it’s not one I’m totally proud of.
My first wife and I married very young. We were out of our teens, but not by much. 12 years and 2 kids later, we’re calling it quits. I wanted to go to counseling, she wanted her coworker. Needless to say, things didn’t end on a happy note. I’m not going to waste time with the details here, but there were some pretty hurt feelings.
It had been two years since we had split up. I had my job at the resort and enough experiences with other women by now to know that I was attractive and liked. Things were really starting to go well. There was one restaurant in the resort that was completely open to the public. Mostly, outside contractors and construction workers came there to eat. I was helping my supervisor with some repairs when I heard his voice, the guy I was left for.
Now, I am genuinely a chilled out person. I was going to let it be. That asshat just couldn’t resist trying to goad me into a fight. My super put his hand on my shoulder and said “fuck this idiot.” On a side note, my boss is pretty cool. We grab our tools and proceed to leave when it happens. “So, did she ever call out my name?” I knew I shouldn’t, but I did.
I turned to face this spindly little twat and glared. “Listen here mr. Summers eve,” I towered over him, ” I don’t give a flying fuck about you or that dumb ass chick.” With that, I walked off. Within earshot, my boss asked me if I just called him a douche. I could hear the laughter from the rest of the jerk’s work crew. Again, my boss is cool, but that didn’t sit too well with the asshat. He followed us out, shooting insults and questioning my masculinity. I’ll admit, some of it was humorous. It’s when he called my kids worthless shits that I put down my tools and knocked him out.
I knew there would be fallout from this. I expected when I called to say goodnight to my kids, that I would get called out. But I didn’t. It wasn’t until much later.
It was about 9:30 when my phone rang. I had almost forgot about everything until I saw who was calling. Oh well, let’s get it over with. “You’re such a fucking idiot!” She swore at me. This lasted for five minutes before she got to the point. “How dare you assault my boyfriend and accuse him of cheating.”
“Hold on,” I began, “is that what he said?” I began to laugh. “Why in the fuck would i do that, huh?” I was shaking, i was laughing so hard. “Use your brain for a minute, you left me for that douchy scarecrow, him cheating on you is karma.” I could hear her stammer on the other end. “Then why did you hit him?” She asked. “I laid his ass out for calling OUR kids worthless shits.” I heard her scream out what the fuck, and I hung up.
Hours had passed and I was ready for bed. I got up out of my chair when I heard a knock at my door. It was my ex.
To tell the truth, my ex is not unattractive. At the time I still had a video of her going down on me and cumming on her tits that I would watch if I was really desperate. It has since been deleted. She stood about 5’10”, but in the “fuck me” boots she was wearing she was almost my height. She wore tight blue jeans that showed off her thick thighs and plump ass and a very low cut top. I didn’t understand why she was so dressed up to yell at me.
“What do you want?” I asked. I really wasn’t ready for what came next. “I came by to apologize,” she started, “we fought and he came clean about it all.” I tried to hide my satisfaction. She continued on, “not only did he insult our children, he has been sleeping around.” She looked down. I shrugged and decided to let her in.
“Where are the kids right now?” I asked. “They’re at my dad’s, figured it should be better. ” I nodded, I didn’t have everything against that. She recounted the whole fight. I sat and listened to her, trying not to be a dick about it. “And finally,” she said, “I kicked him as hard as I could in the balls and told him he better be gone when I get back.” I sat back and sighed, “well, I’m not gonna say i told you so.” She looked at me in the face for the first time since showing up. “And I would appreciate that.” She said. “Hey,” she started, “do you still smoke?” I nodded and led her to the back porch.
“I thought you gave it up.” I said. “I still have one when I’m stressed out.” She took the offered cigarette and lit it. My anger at her had given way to something different over the course of the night. “I do want to say I’m sorry,” I sat down beside her as she spoke, “I know I haven’t been the best to you.” I scoffed “No seriously,” she continued, “I regret how things ended with us.”
“Well, I do appreciate that, but we weren’t right for each other.” I finished my smoke after her. We both stood up and I led her back to the front door. That’s when she did the most unexpected thing. She kissed me. I let myself enjoy it for a moment, then pushed her off. “What the fuck?”
“Okay, sorry. Should’ve asked first.” She said. “What are you thinking?” I asked. I hadn’t even entertained the idea of us reconciling, and she just kissed me. “Look, I don’t want us to get back together. You were right, we’re not good together.” She stepped a little closer again. “But like I said, I don’t like the way things ended.” She looked into my eyes. “I want you to fuck me, last time, call it closure.”
It was then when I realized she had planned for this. The boots, the painted on jeans, the slutty top that used to be my favorite. She came here to use me and make herself feel better. Part of me wanted to rage and kick her nice ass out of my house, the other part of me wondered if her tits still looked as good as I remembered. Fuck it, I did it anyway.
She came at me again. Her kisses hot and heavy. They were still good, very sexy kisses, but that’s all they were. Don’t get me wrong, it was still hot and I was getting hard, the emotions just weren’t really there. We had removed each other’s shirts and continued to make out there by the doorway. “I do remember how you liked this.” She said as she undid my pants. She then took off her bra and dropped it. Her tits were still gorgeous. Double d’s and lightly tanned nipples. I grabbed for them as she sank down to her knees. She pulled my pants down and my cock hit her in the chin. “Wow,” she started, “I forgot how nice your dick was.” She pulled me in close and began to completely engulf my cock with her mouth. She pressed her tits into my legs so that my balls were nestled in her cleavage. I began to thrust into her mouth, feeling her tongue slide against my shaft with each movement. She put her hands on my hips and began to pull me in harder. I took that as a sign and grabbed the back of her head.
I don’t normally do this. If a woman going down on me wants to deep throat me, that’s her choice and I won’t force it. But in this case, I just let go. I fucked her throat hard. I could hear the gurgles and see the tears in her eyes, but everytime I slowed, she would pull on my hips again. If this is what she wanted, I would give it to her. This went on for a while before she stopped and looked up at me with mascara stained cheeks. “Please fuck me now! ”
I got her up of the floor and stood her in front of the couch. I spun her around and pulled her back against me so I could tease her neck and play with her breasts. I remembered what she liked too. “Please, please fuck me.” She had never begged me before. I enjoyed it.
I’ve never been into the whole dom/ sub thing. Nothing against people who are, it’s just not my thing. I like aggression, passion, but I like things to be equal. Not this time. She came here to use me, I decided to let go and use her. This woman, this body that I had once worshipped and strived to please was now writhing and begging me to fuck her. I guess I let it go to my head. I ripped her jeans down to the boots she still had on. I pulled her in close so that my cock was pushing against her ass crack. I held one of her tits while my other hand went for her sopping wet pussy. I toyed with her clit and pinched her nipple while she let out moan after moan. Finally I bent her over the couch and sunk my cock deep into her.
“Ooohh, fuck yes.” She screamed. I began to thrust hard into her. She screamed again and tried to match my thrusts. My balls slapping her clit as her ass bounced off my thighs. Things got a little too aggressive. I slammed my dick into her hard and she pulled forward to come back harder, but our alignment had been thrown off and I knocked on the back door instead. I expected her to recoil, but instead she wriggled her ass and worked her way back until I was completely in. I worked my way back to my rhythm. It wasn’t long before I was pounding her ass and making her scream. I could feel my own climax building inside me.
“I’m gonna cum” I yelled out. She moaned and told me to go harder. Her hand reached down and she began to play with her clit. I could feel her body begin to tense as she turned up her own orgasm. My cock began to throb and pulse inside her ass. I grabbed her hips and pulled her all the way to me as I shot my load deep in her.
We both collapsed, completely out of breath. Very little words were spoken as she collected her clothing. She left and that was it. She left me with two things that night. Closure, and something I needed a weeks worth of antibiotics for (condoms kids, use them. )
I suppose things between us are better now. We still don’t get along, but we’re more civil. I don’t like her current boyfriend but he’s at least good to my children. Things could be worse.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jactws/m_i_fucked_my_ex_f_after_i_punched_her_boyfriend
Looool the end ???