I’ll admit it, I’m really enjoying thinking of a few recent exes, spending the day remembering every detail and writing them out here. The little things that made sex fun, the moments I’ll never forget and of course the real highlight level sex which is the only stuff worth sharing here, right?
Jen was a cute blonde in her mid-30s when we matched and clicked virtually which led to a first date. We went on a breakfast date, took a walk and headed off to a record store (her choice to impress me as I’m a music nerd). With the early date jitters out of the way, she got flirty in the record stacks, making sure to rub her ass against me as she found reasons to grab albums just on the other side of where I was standing. She owned the “sexy mom” vibe of a woman who got out to run a few times a week, with the extra emphasis of someone who was starting her divorce and really wanted to look her best as she had to deal with her ex on occasion.
I’m not about to judge how people handle any of that, so I mostly stayed out of the way when it came to the drama. I also waived my ironclad dating rule of “no divorces, period” because… well, she was sexy as hell. She had the toned ass from her workouts and loved to wear yoga pants to show it off. Her body was soft and sexy, with the hint of a mom bod and smaller breasts that she was self-conscious about but I thought were fantastic. She recently discovered that she liked her nipples pinched and her tiny tits fit perfectly in my hands as she would grind away on top, trying to push every inch of my cock as deeply into her petite frame as she could manage. Her ex was 5-9 and she was totally obsessed with the new sensations she could get with me being over six feet. She was the perfect size where I’d bottom out in her pussy without it being too much, especially when she got me rock hard, which was most of the time.
We had fun, went on dates the nights she was free and enjoyed her re-entry into the worlds of dating and sex. I’ve found that as I’ve dated in the post-divorce world, there are large groups of women. The first loved sex and missed it when they found themselves single without instant access to at-home dick and others who leaned into suddenly being out of a marriage to enjoy sex with new people – like an extra life in a lot of ways.
Jen was an extra-lifer. We never talked about it, but I gathered that her bedroom had been pretty dull for a few years and she was going to prove to herself she was still fun, sexy and wanted after years of being a wife and mom. I didn’t think too much about it and just enjoyed the ride.
Jen was in the old house as she and her ex listed it and he moved on to an apartment somewhere else. She and her kids carried on in a big, suburban house in a nice neighborhood and as we started dating, it always felt a little dangerous when I’d visit. She asked me to park in the garage so the neighbors wouldn’t gossip so much, so I’d arrive and she’d close the door on the nights I’d come over. Little things like that always gave the nights a little edge – it felt like cheating, but in reality I doubt her neighbors cared much at all. Some of his clothes hung in the closet, there were a few family photos still around, things like that. With her ex still causing small issues, I had no problem making her life a little easier and knew that a nosy neighbor would be enough to set off a new round of nasty texts to her, so we got used to the quick park moves.
As the weeks went on, the realtor started showing the house and Jen’s ex got serious about picking up boxes of his stuff, usually when he picked up the kids on his weekends. I caught bits and pieces of the fights over this, but I was never there when he was, so I mostly ignored it.
I was already in the car one of those Saturdays when I got a text from her, asking if I could park a house or two down on the street. When I got inside, she told me the short version – he was acting up, had a tantrum at pick up and would probably be swinging by with a borrowed truck to grab another batch of boxes from the garage to make a point. She told me not to worry about it and who was I to argue as she pressed her toned body against mine?
As expected, a truck rolled into the driveway and a grumpy ex texted to tell her he was there. She hopped out to the garage to intercept, lay down the ground rules that he was there to grab those boxes and head out. She returned with a forced smile as she regained her composure and assured me that he’d only be a few minutes so he could get the truck back. Not wanting to cause another argument, I asked her if she wanted me to head upstairs just in case.
She agreed and said she’d meet me up in her bedroom and ducked back outside to tell her ex to just close the garage when he was done. I made sure to stay clear of the windows as I hopped onto the bed and got ready to scroll my phone to kill a little time and probably wait out a quick shower as she got ready for our date night. I heard her footsteps come up the stairs and she closed the door behind her. She started to unbutton her shirt to her belly, flashing her bra and she wandered over to the windows that looked out over the driveway as she kept tabs on the progress from the garage.
She paused a second and turned to me before she told me, “Come over here for a second.”
I was confused, put my phone down and rolled off the bed to make my way over to the window-wall-window area where she was standing, unbuttoning her white khaki shorts.
She flashed her thong to anyone lucky enough to be glancing up at the windows at that moment as she bent to step out of her shorts and then grabbed my hand to spin me into the blind spot between two windows where a wall was. She pushed my hips back to press me to the wall and I instantly knew what she was up to.
My cock twitched to life as she slid forward on her knees, shrugging off her shirt and kneeling in front of me in her bra and panties. Without skipping a beat, she reached for my belt, button and zipper and quickly dropped my shorts as she snuck her skillful hands into my boxers.
Pushing her blonde hair behind her ears, she licked her lips and leaned in, gave my cock a few quick strokes and popped it free of my boxers and into her warm mouth. Her eyes glanced up to mine and she slid her mouth around my rapidly growing cock, taking it all and groaning as the tip of my dick hit the back of her throat. She pulled back, stroked me a few more times and moved to slide under me and lick my balls as her hands kept a steady rhythm.
I pushed my boxers down and she throated me again, this time with a little cough as I was fully hard by now. She sat back for a second, jerking my cock and glanced outside. “Technically, you’re fucking that guy’s wife,” she said with a devilish smile. It all made so much sense in an instant.
I wish I could say I said something incredibly witty and sexy at the time, but I didn’t. I was equal parts shocked, turned on and totally game to play out her revenge fantasy. The sexy mom had made the turn to slutty sex goddess in that moment. She worked me with more noises, spit and enthusiasm than she ever had, pulling out full porn moves for the occasion.
She made several quick deep throat attempts, burying her nose right into the base of my cock as she grabbed my hips to push into her mouth. Her eyes watered, she’d pop off my dick with a smile, wipe her mouth and go back for more. She’d sneak glances at her ex, sweating and cursing in the summer heat as he tossed boxes into the truck and I’m still not sure if he caught sight of his not-quite-an-ex wife going full throat slut within 20 feet of him.
She could feel me getting close and as she caught her breath by furiously jerking me off and encouraging me to cum all over her face, I told her to drop her bra for me. She deftly unhooked her bra, her tiny tits sprang free, nipples aching to be touched.
She resumed her newfound role as cum queen, spat on my cock and went back to jerking me off while talking dirtier than she had ever done before. That crossover between respectable, PTA member with a killer body and woman desperate for cum has always been a major turn on for me, but cranked up to these levels left me totally amazed. The idea that she was a married woman in name at least, was working wonders for her and she did a perfect job of not leaning to heavily into it while still keeping things kinky.
In a matter of moments, she had found the perfect combination of moans, licks, stroking and playful porn star chatter to spark the cumshot she was begging for. She jerked my cock, slippery from her pro level blowjob and rose up on her knees to place her pretty face directly into the line of fire. She kept her eyes open, blazing with need until the last second when she closed them and opened her mouth. I covered her face and fell back into the wall as she licked the cum she could find near her lips. She rubbed what had dripped to her chest into her skin and moved to finally get off her knees.
While she didn’t stand in the window with her hard-won trophy, she did flash more of her naked skin than she needed to as she turned to head to the shower. We didn’t play around too much more with the married woman theme, that was the night she learned that well-placed dirty talk was one of the best ways to set me off in a hurry.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oj6n7q/mf_revenge_sex_as_her_ex_was_outside