When my future husband met my ex [MF]

*I didn’t even realize my ex inadvertently got me laid twice for being such an ass until I wrote this story.*

When I post about my husband I usually call him my boyfriend or ex because it’s easier. If not our sex life starts to feel like we’re fucking for an audience.

I’m making an exception here because this story is hilarious and so very wholesome.

I have an ex who I hate. He’s legitimately an asshole who arguably emotionally abused me for months until I was able to finally leave. Sadly, our professional lives overlapped a lot so he stayed in my life for far too long.

Before we got married I took my husband to a professional event. On the way there I warned him we would likely run into my ex.

“The one you don’t like?” He asked. “Your old boss?”

“He’s going to be an ass to you. He lashes out when he gets insecure.”

“I can handle it.”

“No like… he zeroes in on what folks are insecure about and will be horrible about it.”

“Viola, I can handle bad exes.”

“You don’t get it. He will do literally anything to get under your skin.”

“I’m not worried.”

My husband is the most secure man I know but this was about to be tested. My ex was not kind of folks I dated.

We show up to this event and we do run into my ex. I see him first and it’s VERY awkward, mostly because he basically refuses to believe I’m in a real relationship.

*I don’t want to brag but I was very good at not committing to anyone or anything in my youth.*

My future husband walks up and introduces himself. He’s possibly the most attractive person I’ve ever seen, so the ability for my ex to attack him on that front is off the table. He takes a different tactic.

“Is it intimidating being in a room full of lawyers?” My ex asks. I scowl at him because I know he’s about to make a dig about my husband not being a lawyer. My ex loves to flaunt his success.

“Not at all,” my husband replies. “I’m used to it.”

This is when my ex discovers what my husband does and is faced with the fact that my husband is indeed just as educated and professionally more successful.

*Yes y’all, I married up.*

“So you and Viola are dating?”

“Yeah,” my husband kisses me on the cheek.

“Like officially?” My ex asks.

“Yep.”

“Are you sure?

“Um… Yes?”

“He’s my boyfriend,” I interject. “Can you please drop it?”

My ex does not drop it. “It’s hard to tell with her. I certainly thought we were dating, but as it turns out we were just fucking. We did that a lot though when she was my intern. She’s really good at that.”

This is when I grab my ex and pull him to the side of the room where we proceed to get into a huge fight. We fight to the point that folks stop and stare at us. I tell him I’ve never met someone so simultaneously arrogant and insecure, and he tells me he’s never met anyone so simultaneously batshit crazy and inexplicably full of themselves. Oh, he also announces my relationship will definitely not last because no one could possibly stand dating me.

I announce I cannot be in the same room with him and find my future husband huddled by the bar and tell him we’re leaving.

We get into an Uber and don’t speak for the entire ride. I’m humiliated by the way I acted and I can’t stand that he saw me like that. I’m also humiliated my ex brought up our sex life and assume he’s feeling insecure. We get back to my place and he just looks really down so I finally get ready to apologize.

I don’t get the chance.

“Listen V, I owe you an apology,” he says.

This catches me off guard. “What? What do *you* have to be sorry for?”

“I shouldn’t have let him talk to you like that. It’s just… I didn’t want to come off as an angry asshole with your coworkers.”

“You don’t care I yelled at him? Or that he brought up our last sex life?”

“He’s an ass, Viola. I wish I had yelled at him.”

I burst out crying. I don’t even know why but my ex makes me feel very small and has often managed to ruin good things in my life. My future husband runs to me and asks what’s wrong.

*So the thing is, I just dated really volatile folks in the past, especially men who loved to fight when they felt cornered. It was just so damn refreshing to be with someone so blatantly on my side without making a scene. I didn’t even realize that’s what I wanted until I saw it.”

“Nothing is wrong,” I say. “You just might be the best person I’ve ever met.”

“He’s so mean to you! How did you date him?”

“He convinced me I’d never do better.”

*He was wrong.*

So yeah, I’d probably let my future husband do whatever he wanted to me at that point. Im obsessed with him and his maturity is strangely sexy.

I jump him and we both laugh as he wraps my legs around his waist and hoists me up so he’s carrying me to bed.

“I was so worried about y’all meeting,” I say as we’re making out.

“What? Why?”

“Because he was my boss and I was worried you’d think I was a dumb slut. Or that he’d be able to get under you skin somehow.”

My husband laughs. “I’m pretty sure you’re brilliant and definitely not a slut.”

*I am but it’s cool.*

He lays me back on my bed and takes off my shirt. He throws it to the side as he kisses me.

“Is it weird how turned on I am that you’re so secure?” I ask. “I like… really want to suck you off right now.”

“This first.” My future husband kisses down my body and unhooks my bra. When he puts one of my breasts in his mouth I run my fingers through his hair.

*He has great hair. In fact, when I have this man’s babies someday, I hope they look nothing like me.*

He bites me gently until I’m moaning beneath him and moves to put a hand up my skirt. “You can do it hard,” I tell him when he pushed three fingers into me. He moves his hand back and forth for a while and let’s me build.

I finally pull away and smile as I literally jump on him so I’m on top. I tear his shirt off and kiss down his body quickly. When I unbuckle his pants and pull them down, he actually tries to stop me from taking him in my mouth.

“If you do that, I’m afraid I’m going to come.”

“I can live with that.”

“Can I just fuck you?”

“I’d probably let you do literally anything you wanted to me right now, so sure.”

*An actual quote from my husband when asked if he was ever tempted to cheat: “Viola basically let’s me do whatever I want in bed, so there wouldn’t really be a point.” He’s a precious gem.*

He takes me, turns me over so I’m on all fours and slams into me. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls so hard I gasp and have to lean my head back to take it.

“You want it like this?” He asks.

“Dear god, yes.”

He fucks me so hard then I have to reach my hands to the headboard to take it. Like, this man RAILS me until I’m gasping for breath and seeing stars.

“You feel so good,” I tell him.

“I like looking at you when you take it like this,” he gasps.

He finally pulls my hair a final time as we both come together.

I was going to even describe the sex more, but NGL yall, I think I’m going to go duck my husband.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u51a5f/when_my_future_husband_met_my_ex_mf