*This is part 2, and picks up a shortly after* [*part 1*](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m0yzg0/my_infidelity_diaries_robin_makes_an_offer/)*. It’s the last of my encounters with Robin, though by no means the final tale I have to tell. About me: Tall, dark hair, skinny in my youth but less so these days, with a cock on the small side of average. Oh, and for better or worse, I am a serial cheater. These are my stories — all of them real in every way, except for the names. I’m not sure what I hope to gain from writing all this down; maybe it will be cathartic for me, and hopefully it will be hot for you. Anyway, here’s what happened.*
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“You can play with my titties any time you want.”
Robin’s [words](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m0yzg0/my_infidelity_diaries_robin_makes_an_offer/) twitched and frothed in my mind. This was messy, and could only get messier; not only was she my roommate *and* my ex-girlfriend, but I was now dating Anne — and I knew she was uneasy about me living with my ex in the first place. But Robin’s allure was impossible to ignore. So I did what any young and morally bankrupt idealist would do: I waited for a sign.
I didn’t need to wait much longer.
A few days after my last encounter with Robin, I came home late from work. It was almost 1am, and she usually went to be early, so I tried my hardest to be quiet as I took off my shoes and jacket. But when I rounded the corner and peered down the hall, I was surprised to see that the light in her room was on, and was spilling out from under her door. I thought little of it, though, and went into the washroom. But when I emerged a few minutes later, Robin’s door was open — and she was standing in it, wearing a tight shirt and panties.
“You scared me,” she said, looking deeply into my eyes. “I thought you weren’t coming home tonight.”
“Well, I didn’t mean to scare you,” I replied, walking slowly toward her door. “Are you okay?”
Robin said nothing. She just looked at me, and stepped backwards into her room, leaving her door open. I kept walking until I reached her doorway, then stood there for a moment. Believe it or not, even after what had happened (and what she had said) a few nights before, and despite what she was wearing, and the look in her eyes, and the late hour, and the fact that she was my ex, I still wasn’t sure if I was interpreting her signals properly. But I decided to cross the threshold, and see what happened next.
I entered her room, and she moved to her bed and sat down on it. “Will you sit with me for a minute?” she asked, and I sat down beside her and put my arm around her waist. She rested her head on my shoulder, and that’s when I realized why all this was happening: Robin was lonely. She had broken up with her boyfriend a couple of months before. They hadn’t been together for long, and I don’t think it was serious, but I knew she really liked him — especially how he fucked her. She had raved to me once about how he pushed her head down into the pillow and fucked her hard from behind.
I had never done been aggressive like that with a woman, and I wasn’t sure that I could. But in that moment, I was overcome with lust for Robin. I’ll admit that Anne was the furthest thing from my mind. It was all about Robin — her warmth next to me, and the smell of her, and the fact that she had literally given me an open invitation to play with her titties a few days before. So I decided to take her up on her offer.
I gently but firmly guided Robin up from her seat next to me, and moved her so that she was straddling me on the edge of her bed — my feet on the floor, hers wrapped around my back. She was warm, and breathing in short bursts into my ear, as I ran my hands up and down her back, and then once again lifted up her shirt to expose her tits. I slid my hands across, around, and under them — fuck, they fit so perfectly in my hand. I pushed them together, and played with her nipples, then cupped and caressed them some more, until I couldn’t resist any longer — and I lowered my lips and took one of her nipples in my mouth.
This activated something primal in Robin. She wove her fingers into my tangled hair, and wrapped her legs around me tightly. I sucked on both of her nipples in turn, and flicked them with my tongue as I played with her tits. She moaned, and started grinding her pussy into my lap. I moved my hands down off her tits, slid them onto her ass, and pressed her pussy against my cock, which by now was hard and throbbing.
Robin grabbed her shirt and pulled it off, and I spun us around and laid her down on her back on the bed. I positioned myself between her legs, pushed her panties to the side, and ran my fingers across her clit and labia. She moaned and bucked her hips, and so I continued, remembering how she liked it: quick flicks of her clit, followed by circles around her labia. But I knew what she really wanted, and I wanted it too: I had to taste her.
The idea of licking Robin’s sweet pussy once again, after all this time, nearly pushed me over the edge all on its own. I started to slide down the bed, and she quickly lifted her hips in obligation so I could take off her panties. I had almost forgotten how perfect her pussy was, and I remembered how much she loved to be eaten out.
If I had been a more mature lover, I probably would have prolonged the moment, but I was too young and foolish and lust-filled to resist Robin’s pussy for a second longer. I took her clit between my lips and gently sucked, moving my tongue in a fluttering rhythm across her outer folds and across her clit playfully. I slid my hands under her ass and pointed her upward, and my pace quickened on her pussy.
When we were dating, Robin had usually orgasmed fairly easily, but on this night she couldn’t seem to make it across the line. She moaned, and writhed, and thrust her pussy against my mouth, and I lapped her up and enjoyed every second of it. I won’t lie, though: she did not cum. I wish to this day that she had.
Eventually, she pulled me up by my ears, and looked down at me. I thought it was over, but she said “I don’t know what the rules are — can I touch you?”
It was at this moment that I realized we hadn’t kissed, and I was still fully dressed. “Yes,” I replied, of course you can.” It was like a switch flicked on: Robin slid out from under me and pushed me onto my back, undid my jeans and yanked them down, and quickly pulled out my cock. She stroked it a few times, then lowered her mouth and took me in. Being in her mouth — especially like this, in the middle of the night on her bed, so long after the last time it happened — was like a jolt of electricity shooting down my spine. She was fucking amazing at sucking cock: a perfect combination of mouth and hand, consistently deep, and best of all, enthusiastic. Anne, my girlfriend, did not particularly enjoy blowjobs, and this was the first good one I had experienced in a long while.
Unsurprisingly, then, it didn’t take long before I was ready to burst. “I’m gonna cum!” I exclaimed, and then it burst forth: huge, thick ropes, which she gamely tried to swallow but overwhelmed her, and she tried to collect it all in her hand, then leapt up to get a kleenex only to have a bunch of it drop onto my belly.
I pulled her back down to me and held her — my shirt still on, my pants around my ankles, and Robin completely naked next to me. We didn’t say another word to one another, but stayed like that for a long time. Eventually, though, the guilt overcame me — perhaps even more so for the intimacy of the embrace than for the heat of the moment that came before it. So I slid my arm out from under Robin’s head, pulled up my pants, and went back to my room. I think Robin was awake when I left, but she didn’t make a sound, and it took me ages to turn off my brain and drift into a fitful sleep.
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