I’m a dirty old man who enjoys thinking about some of the adventures of my younger days, hoping that maybe I still have a few new ones coming down the line. This story happened a little more than twenty years ago.
My ex-wife and I had split up probably about a year and a half earlier, but we were still screwing on occasion. And that really is the correct term for it. We didn’t even really like one another at that point. We were just screwing. Meanwhile I’d also started seeing someone new, perhaps eight or nine months before this story.
So on this day I was supposed to go to my girlfriend’s place a little later in the afternoon, when my ex called and asked if she could come over. I figured there was enough time so I said sure. She came over and we got right to business. I won’t pretend to give the details, because frankly I don’t remember all these years later. What I do remember is that my ex had stopped taking the pill when we split up, so I had to use a damn condom. We fucked, we both got off, and she left.
Looking at the clock I realized we’d banged a bit longer than I’d anticipated and I didn’t have time for anything but the most cursory cleanup of my bits or I was going to catch the beginning of LA area afternoon traffic on the way to my girlfriend’s place. It was then I had what I thought at the time was a brilliant idea, which would cover up any possibility that my girlfriend would detect my ex on me. I called the girlfriend and essentially said, “I’m coming to fuck you. Be wet and ready for me when I get there.” Then I threw my clothes on and got on the road.
I managed to just beat the real start of the traffic, so the drive only took about thirty minutes. (Yes, for those who’ve never been here, the LA area is really spread out.) I had a key to my girlfriend’s place, so I just let myself in when I arrived and went straight upstairs to the bedroom. There she was, on the bed, wearing some lingerie and stockings, playing with herself. And when I walked in she laid back, spread her legs, and said, “I’m ready like you told me.”
My clothes came off in record time and I climbed straight up between her legs and started fucking her. She’d had her tubes tied before we met, so I didn’t have to use a condom with her. After a few good thrusts, her juices were all over my junk and no matter what happened after that there was no way she was gong to smell or taste my ex on me. Deceit accomplished.
Again, I don’t remember exactly what we did but I do recall it was some pretty good sex, and that we did it again later, before we went to sleep for the night. Nicer and slower, the second time. You know, with foreplay and everything. Shocking, eh?
I won’t claim to be proud of this story. But in my perverted mind it certainly seemed hot at the time, and I have to admit it still gives me a bit of a thrill remembering it now.
Perhaps the worst part though, and the part that’s most likely to make some readers call bullshit, is that I’m still with that girlfriend, more than twenty years later. She’s in our bed right now, having a late afternoon nap, while I’m here in my office typing this. Meanwhile I’m also messaging with my ex again. We reconnected our friendship a few years ago, and after a year or so we talked about certain things that led to me telling her straight up that I wanted to fuck her again. Unfortunately we now live on completely opposite sides of the LA area and neither of us lives alone. Besides which, she’s had a couple of negative experiences with attached men in the intervening years and is reluctant to possibly go through something similar again. But we still talk as friends, and I remind her every now and again that I still fully intend to change her mind and fuck her again. She doesn’t seem to object…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l5sclo/i_m_fucked_my_exwife_and_new_girlfriend_less_than
Honest and no excuses. How refreshing.