Skip to ***** for the sexy bits.
This happened last year. A little background. I had found out that my (ex-ex?) fiancé Bree had been asked out by another guy, Jason, around the same time I had asked her out. She chose Jason. I felt like I was just her consolation prize so I just ended things with her. She begged me to stay, but I said we needed space.
I spent a few weeks throwing a pity party for myself. I still went to work, went through the motions, but I had started crashing at a friend’s house. I saw another poster on r/relationship_advice with a scenario similar to mine, but the poster was the woman in this case. She essentially stalked and harassed her fiancé while Bree left me alone. I then spent several hours just going through all our photos and videos while listening to our relationship anthem, [Let Her Go]( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBumgq5yVrA) (ironic), all the while crying my eyes out and calling myself a loser for letting her go.
I eventually got the balls to call her number and basically ask if we could talk. She replied sure, and we scheduled a date. She later called back and said we had to reschedule for a week. I had just chalked it up to her being busy.
We eventually met back at our place. We both sat down at the couch with water and everything just poured out of me. I kept saying how sorry that I was an asshat for trying to end things with her and then it turned to me asking if I’m just a backup. Bree just put her hand on mine, and basically laid it all out. She was honest that she wanted someone new in her life, but it didn’t really end well for her. She said that yes, I was initially just a rebound, the backup plan, but I was “first place” for the 7 years we were together, and that has to mean something. Then she took off her ring and told me that I deserve to be with someone who made me happy. I was basically bawling at this point when I told her she made me happy and tried to put back the ring through my tears. She then showed me a few texts from last year about how Jason just wanted to hookup, but she said no. We hugged and both of started crying. We kissed in between my “I’m sorry’s,” me trying to wipe away my tears and snot, and her saying it’s okay.
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I don’t know when the mood in the room, changed but I think we both started getting more handsy with each other, and our kisses were starting to mean something else. I put my hands under her shirt, and she asked if I was sure I wanted to do this. I said yes, and we both ravenously pulled all of our clothes off each other. I was too depressed to even masturbate during my pity party, so my cock was already at full mast.
She started to get on her knees, but I said no. I owed her this. I started to caress her body as I kissed her on the lips and I slowly worked my way down. I sucked on her left nipple first and played with the right before I switched. I elicited more and more moans as I worked my way to her clit. She wrapped both thighs around the side of as I started sucking on her clit and inserted two fingers into her pussy. “Faster, Faster” she said. I increased the speed of my two fingers and tongue and within a couple minutes, I heard a “YES!” as she tightened her thighs and I lapped up the liquid that dribbled out of her.
She sat up, and said “Let’s take this to the bed, unless you suddenly have a thing for couch sex?” I responded with “Hey, this couch has seen things. You and I both know that.”
She just shook her head and said, “You and your dirty mind,” as she took me by the hand and led me to our bedroom.
I was still hard when she practically threw me onto the bed. She pulled out some ropes (we’ve been delving into BDSM and roleplay) and started to tie my hands to the headboard. “I just gotta make sure you’re not going to run away again. She smirked. “Is someone ready for my pussy?”
“Yes he is.”
She slipped my dick into her slit and slowly started rocking back and forth, up and down. I thrust my hips up in sync with hers. Within a couple minutes, I could tell she was about to head into another orgasm. She increased her speed and I felt her pussy tighten as she screamed into her orgasm and leaned over me. But she didn’t stop and continued to ride me. She then guided her boobs to my mouth, and I sucked.
A couple of minutes later, I felt a feeling at the bottom of my stomach. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. “I’m about to cum.” She only rocked harder and harder. “I’m about to cum!” I said with more urgency.
She put a finger to my mouth. “Shhhh, no, it’s okay baby. Just let go. Let it all go. I want to feel you cum inside me.” She brought my face to hers and we locked lips. At that point, I connected the dots (the reschedule, the condomless sex, tying me to the bed) and knew what she was doing but it didn’t matter. Call it Stockholm Syndrome, call it insane, call it whatever, I didn’t care. I tilted my head forward to disengage my lips and let out an “I love you,” as I came inside her. As I stated earlier, I didn’t even masturbate during our break. I felt shot after shot of my cum shooting into her womb as I tried my hardest to thrust into her pussy as she pounded down.
Eventually, both of us ran out of energy and stopped. She got off me, my cum still dripping out of her pussy, and untied me. She laid down at my side and I wrapped my arm around her.
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We lay there just cuddling, looking up at the ceiling with my arm wrapped around her. Eventually, she turned to me and said, “So, are we officially back together?” I smiled and adjusted the ring on her finger. “Will you, Bree (LastName), make me the happiest man on earth and join me in holy matrimony?” She smirked. “Only if you promise to plunge us both into crippling debt with the amount of shoes you’re going to buy me.”
I chuckled. “Of course, dear. But let’s get ourselves cleaned up first.” She got off the bed, and I slapped her ass on the way to the bathroom. She gave me a teasing smile, and I smiled back, knowing I had made the right choice.
**SIDENOTE** : Someone commented on my other post that Bree had “trapped” me. I know that *this* is when Bree got pregnant. The day after this, her boss texted her that a coworker tested positive for COVID-19. She quarantined for initially two weeks, but felt dizzy and sick near the end. When she got tested, the doctor also recommended a pregnancy test, and well, saying I went through an emotional rollercoaster is one way of saying it. I know it’s pretty late for second thoughts since she’s due soon. Did she really trap me? Am I just suffering from Stockholm Syndrome?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mtp70e/mf_long_how_i28m_got_back_with_my_fiancé_27f