Have you ever had a relationship go to shit and every attempt to salvage it crashed and burned so many times you lost count? For Chelsea and I, this sums up the last year and a half of our marriage, breakup, divorce and its aftermath. Yet our journey that started 8 years ago, (some of you have been along for part of the ride), wasn’t over just yet. Spoilers, this is a retelling of some of our hardships and why we had such incredibly good mind-blowing sex because of everything we went through. It’s worth the read if you enjoy stories, happy endings and are in this for more than a quick fap.
I’m starting off with a brief backstory because I have to get you up to speed on the events leading up to the past week and who my ex-wife Chelsea is. I’ve previously discussed at nauseum about her history with the Catholic church, rebelling at Catholic HS, rebelling with her ultra-strict parents, having tons of anal sex in college with her then bf, blah blah. Congrats, you’re caught up for the most part. I come into the picture and ever since I’ve known her, she’s been a repressed pervy horn-dog who’s I’ve accepted as a complicated mess. Sexually speaking, she is 95% submissive but with a shit-ton of eccentricities. For example, she gets off on being slut shamed but it’s pulling teeth to get her to tell me what she likes in bed. Rarely tells me she’s in the mood for sex but complains when I can’t read her mind when she’s randy. During sex she could make a sailor blush with all her dirty talk but outside the bedroom, the mere topic of sex makes her shy and uncomfortable. All of which I understood because of her past with the church and upbringing. Still didn’t make living with her and her issues any easier.
It’s a large part of why our marriage failed, communication, and for a long time, I believed it was mostly because of my wife. After the divorce, I took some time to reflect on where things went wrong and mostly to try and figured what made my ex-wife tick. The harsh reality was, I was just as much at fault in our communication issue as she was. But, specifically when it came to sex, I came to the even more startling realization that my ex’s biggest turn on was (and still is), when I took the initiative in the bedroom. IE. when I controlled her in roleplaying, tied her up and had my way with her, ordered her to do my bidding, etc. I mean, I already knew all this. But what I didn’t know what how much I didn’t truly “know” this about her. It seemed so simple in hindsight. So, why did it take me so long to figure out?
In a nutshell, I was trying to slowly undo decades worth of repression and bad habits about her sexuality. Not listening to her needs, I was focused on mine. To teach her to communicate effectively in the bedroom. Letting her know it was ok to tell me when she was horny, when she wanted sex, when/where/how she liked it, etc. It was my turn-on after all and how I saw our ideal future together. In reality, I now know I was trying to change her. I realized after the divorce that I was in the wrong. It was easier for me to take on a role of authority behind closed doors which I could be, and already was comfortable doing. For my wife to change 20+ years of repression and to which she was simply uncomfortable with, was an impossible request of me. And this was just “one” area of our life I was coming to a realization on. TL:DR ***Listen to your partner and adapt to their needs***.
Now that you’re caught up on the past; on to the recent events.
When I ordered her over to my place last week and gave her the anal-only rule of how we were going to do this, it didn’t just turn her on, it lit a long dormant fire within her. It hit every turn-on in her secret book of “Chelsea Turn-Ons”. Taking the initiative with sex, sneaking behind her families back, sex in the taboo-est of holes, her lover was listening to her needs (side note: feeling as though she’s not heard is an insecurity she constantly struggles with). I didn’t have to guess or figure this out, she all but told me these throughout the week leading up to Sunday. Chelsea was every bit as excited and anticipating this hookup as she did way back during the beginning stages of our dating years. She couldn’t stop obsessing over it.
Its present-day Sunday and Chelsea arrived while I was out dropping our kid off at my brothers for more cousin playtime. She did a bit of cleansing and a quick rinse before we started, but her enthusiasm and energy were way above normal. This vigor was nothing short of telling a kid they were going to Disneyworld for the first time. Picture a tall 5”9’ chubby hourglass woman with an apple bottom shape ghetto booty and dark strawberry blonde curls bouncing around in nothing but a towel. I couldn’t help but smile, so I gave her a firm ass smack to let her know who was in charge.
Normally reserved, quiet and obedient to commands, this is typical Chelsea behavior. But this evening was different. Before things even got started, she was giggling with a cheek-to-cheek toothy smile on her face as she chanted in a sing-song voice, “I’m gonna get my assss fucked, I’m gonna get my boooty banged.” snapping her rather large hips with each verse as she pranced down the hallway. Letting the towel drop, she repeated the verses as her hands finger snapped at the hip thrusts. There was nothing sexier than watching this woman I loved, awkwardly dance naked to the bedroom. All while singing a made-up sex song that comprised of what was about to happen to her.
Chelsea is the very definition of awkward. Constantly saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, missing social queues, reading the room incorrectly. The kind of thing that would make you freeze in place, close your eyes and repeat to your inner monologue, “Omg, she did ***not*** just say that”. But, it’s also a huge part of her charm and why I’m attracted to her. Her being cute with her awkward white-girl dance and made-up song was sexy as hell and I was eating every moment of it up like candy. I let her know by putting a stop to her bopping with a reach around hug, a quick pelvic thrust in her rear to which she giggled, then giving her a passionate kiss from behind and the side. The moment lasted as long as possible before I traced my lips down her neck and shoulders getting her revved up even more. We enter our former bedroom, previously closed off prior to her arrival as not to spoil the surprise.
On the dresser and adjacent nightstand were an assortment of tools, bondage gear and toys we had accumulated together throughout the years. I calmly ordered her to put on the wrist and ankle restraints to which she did without question or hesitation. I sat down, still clothed on our bedroom bench at the foot of the bed. I ordered my ex to, “Assume the position.” To which she immediately climbed up on my lap, lying down with her large ass positioned over my knees like she’s done so many times before. “Tonight, you will be spanked,” letting each statement hang in the air, “plugged, toyed, fingered, probed and fucked in your butt.” She squeaked in excitement at her favorite parts all while properly facing the floor like an obedient slut. I spoke gently but with authority, “You will be treated like my fuckdoll. My sex slave. Do you agree?” to which she promptly replied, “Yes” giving her ass a little wiggle of excitement.
“Is this what you want?” she hesitated, not knowing how to answer. I playfully spanked her ass so she would comply. “Answer in your own words” I said calmly, as if bored. “Yes, I want you to spank me,” a reluctant tone in her voice from having to answer out of her comfort zone. “I want you to plug my ass, toy my ass… ” her tone changes from scared compliance to that of lustful intent, “then fuck my ass!” looking back up at me while she spoke. “Make me your fuckdoll.” Giving me an evil smile, “I am your sex slave, and…” she is gyrating her pelvis into my lap, thrusting her ass out into the air. Dry humping my lap in the process. “I want you to fuck my ass so hard! Sir.” she is laughing in short bursts of amusement at her own boldness. “Yeah baby, fuck dat ass.” Continuing to hump my lap, she stared back up at me, daring me to punish her right then and there for over stepping the boundaries.
Dear readers, my ex-wife is no stranger to being extremely horny, getting in the scene or even roleplaying as a slut. But this was nothing like I had ever experienced. I was beyond turned on. Raging trouser boner to the likes of which I can’t recall having in recent memory. I rewarded her with the long-desired punishment she’d been craving for 8 months. I’ll leave the details to your imagination, but I spanked my ex’s ass… fueled with a long overdue desire to punish her for all the shit she put me through. First was an over-the-knee spanking with my hand. Next position moved to lying face down on the bed with the switch on her reddened bottom. My ex enjoyed every moment so far. From there, I ordered her to bend over the side of the bed, using the restraints to hold her arms behind her back. The paddle was used with light to medium swats. Her favorite and the ones she looks forward to the most. Her ass was now red as tears filled her eyes followed by yelps with each smack. This was well within her tolerance level but it had been quite some time since her last session with me.
I gave her a break, soothed her sobbing tears and sore bum. We snuggled at a relaxed state, but the sexual tension between us was clearly still in the air as we both wanted to do more. The afternoon progressed as we slowly advanced through every item on the list. I warmed her up by touching and feeling all over her body. Gave her a few forced oral orgasms while she was tied up and legs spread up over her head. Chelsea greedily accepted the butt plugs, the dildos, anal beads and more as I explored my ex’s ass like I had done so many times in the past. To her credit, my ex remained either tied-up, face-down ass-up or completely bent over a piece of furniture like the obedient slut she was. Not once complaining or attempting to change positions on her own which she normally did. To all you edging enthusiasts, I toyed her while tied up for 45 minutes. She was unable to cum the entire time and it was driving her crazy.
My ex was cooing and moaning throughout the toying. Begging me to fuck her. I swatted her ass each time to let her know who was in charge and she yelped and whimpered in protest. I prolonged the moment she’d been waiting for, until she was close to being raw and worn out. I had her get up and put on these pair of [assless panties](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07K4YWV1T/) that had a pouch sewn in the lower front for a remote-controlled bullet. Surprisingly comfortable and effective for what we’ve used them for. (Note: not what we own, but visually close and with a bullet pouch).
I then had her kneel comfortably on top of the cushioned [bedroom bench](https://th.bing.com/th/id/OIP.IZeVbSsI9TvANfPdMZiMzQAAAA?pid=ImgDet&rs=1) that rested at the foot of our bed. I effectively hogtied her wrists and ankles together, with her top half bent over the foot of the bed as the rest of her exposed bare ass was positioned perfectly at my waist height. We had done this position before but not with bondage gear so I made sure she was comfortable with extra pillows under her legs and propped up under her stomach. I made her suck me off until I was hard which I indulged a bit longer than I probably should have. I added the finishing touches by securing the rarely used ball-gag around her mouth and then the blindfold. ([visual](https://thumb-p9.xhcdn.com/a/q3SJqmtb7ngwhF5fppfBxQ/000/355/784/679_1000.jpg) but bent over the bed like this) She moaned in anticipation and communicated to me that she was good to go.
The ball-gag was secured, her body repositioned and her rear hole was lubed up properly. I slid into my ex’s well used ass and met no resistance because of all the toying from earlier. She groaned in ecstasy through the gag now that both my hands were guiding my shaft in with her hips. I’ll summarize the next few moments with Chelsea with this mental image. Picture a woman who enjoys being bound, gagged and fucked that way in the ideal circumstances. A woman who has been anticipating this moment for a long while because these ideal circumstances are finally coming together like aligning stars. She has been obsessing over being used and ridden hard, obsessing about finally being heard, finally having her lover take full control and she doesn’t have too. If you’re still able to remain in the head of this woman, having all these fantasies fulfilled, bound and gagged, blindfolded all while having the final part of her fantasy come true in getting her ass reamed in this helpless state. This fantasized exact moment is finally happening precisely right now. And to this woman, the real version is playing out even better than the version in her fantasies. Now you can possibly understand where my wife’s head is at and why she’s feeling so intensely sexualized. This is why she acted the way she did and why everything played out the way they did.
Chelsea is making guttural noises of pure ecstasy to the likes of which I’ve rarely heard her make. She’s screaming into the ball-gag and into the bedsheets as I’m fucking her ass at a steady thrusting pace. My hands are firmly gripped around her waist while I continue to impale her rear entrance. This stride remains for a while until I stop and pull my ex’s upper half up off the bed while still inside her. I whisper through breathy gasps, “Bad girls… like to be butt fucked.” She moans in lustful appreciation “But Catholic girls, … fucking love it.” Adding to an often used saying we’ve said to each other over the years. She groaned in approval, mumbling through the gag. “Fuk mai Cath..lick gurlz ass baby!!”
With her head guided back on the bed, I pounded against her cheeks making loud slapping sounds as we connected. Ramming her harder and harder the more cries of pleasure she made. I then remotely turned on the vibrating bullet secured on her clit. She immediately screamed into the sheets while physically bucking wildly to escape this sensation. I held her firmly in place so she started banging her forehead into the bed somewhat violently in pure frustrated ecstasy. Moments later, as my cock dove in and out of her ass with nearly everything I had, Chelsea sucked in a lung full of air and held it in. Arching her head back through the blindfold and gag, a long moment passed before she screamed through her diaphragm and tensed up her entire body. I feel the orgasm ripple through her for a long while making her convulse and pull tight against the restraints. She collapsed into the bed a moment later, a heaving mess of sex, spittle and sweat.
Making Chelsea cum is still the single best way to send me over the edge and moments later I came deep into her ass with sounds of cave man grunts and groans. I pumped her until I was spent, continuing to fuck her ass until I squeezed another two smaller orgasms out of her now sensitive body. Eventually turning off the bullet with the remote. It was then, my ex-wife-turned-lover passed out for the fourth time in the history of our sexual adventures together. It was a special moment for the both of us and one that easily goes into our top 10 list and probably won’t be topped for a while.
Quite some time had passed, with some refreshments and snacks consumed, before she stirred enough to move to a draw-me-like-one-of-your-French-girl poses. Chelsea looked back up at me with a glassy-eyed expression. “I hope you enjoyed the more… sexually expressive version of me. Definitely out of my comfort zone.” adding to her thoughts, “Fuck me that was fun.”
It took until I was writing this retelling to fully comprehend what my ex had done for me. She was attempting to appease to my sexual turn-ons by being more open about what she wanted and making requests. All this, while I was trying to be more assertive and commanding for her sake. I’m still amazed by that fact and I missed it in the moment because I was focused on her needs. Neither of us could do that while married but divorced we can now both listen and communicate as a husband and wife should. I love that woman, and time will tell if this, whatever it is, will mend more than just our physical relationship.
Thanks for reading
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o0fvbn/my_catholic_schoolgirl_exwife_as_fwb_the_kinky