**TL;DR:** I a good christian girl that was mistreated and cheated on by my ex but I turned my life around and got fucked in an underground garage by a guy I barely met so hard that it made me cry.
**The context:**
I grew up in a small rural town in Eastern Europe. I came to live in UK mostly because of my ex. He was older than me, well situated and our families were getting along quite well. At least on paper – my parents simply saw our relationship as a way to rise in the eyes of local community. His family was relatively rich and had a lot to say in local affairs. They were also quite religious (in the most possible hypocritical way, just like my parents as well – kids on the side, alcohol and front row in church every Sunday). We seemed like a perfect match. When he got a job in London and I was wondering if I should go just after finishing high-school and barely 19yo, my parents nearly kicked me out. “This is such an opportunity, where will you find a better husband?”.
**The drama:**
Living in UK wasn’t near to what I was imagining. At least back then. Since my english was pretty bad and I had no real education I was just a housewife for him. Not like I didn’t expect it, but sweet times of taking long walks and talking for most of the night changed into washing his clothes, cleaning the house, giving him head once he’s back from work and ignoring his comments that I should finally get a grip of myself and that he won’t be sponsoring me all the time.
I wanted to start going out but had literally no friends or anyone. I made him take me to his post-work Friday pub get together and it ended up with him ignoring me for 95% of the time. At this point in my life I felt like an absolute shit, depression started kicking in. Not fun.
Some time later I managed to get a job at a nearby coffee shop and started getting out a bit more. He wasn’t really happy with it, but at least I had some money of my own and a few people I could talk to, plus my language started improving rapidly. We grew more and more apart over the course of next two years.
**The breakthrough:**
About a year and a half ago I realised he’s cheating on me. At first I was shocked and dismissive of it, but it soon followed with more evidence and he didn’t even care about denying it. He even said that it doesn’t matter – we were already engaged by that time due to our families pressing (how can you sleep together without even being engaged) and his family paid quite a lot for pre-wedding preparation – pre-booked a place and stuff. He openly said that I wouldn’t be that stupid to throw this away and go back to my parents place.
Well, he was wrong. For the next couple of months I was meticulously planning my gateaway. A work mate of mine was helping me out a lot during that time and at some point actually offered me a room in a shared place with her and her friends. One day he came back from his next drinking and whoring escapade with workmates to see the flat emptied of all my stuff. He probably called me like 2000 times overnight and over the next couple of weeks. My parents didn’t talk to me until recently saying I brought shame to the family. Well. If they only knew of the things I’ve done soon after.
**The revenge:**
One of the main complaints of my ex was that I was not sexy enough and boring. Well, it was hard to be sexy with a person that you grew to despise deeply while being consumed by depression. Those days were soon over. My insta feed became a loud advert saying “single ready to mingle”. I changed my hair, had my nails and eyelashes done and borrowed quite a few revealing pieces of clothing from a friend. Likes and DMs started flowing and I could only hear whispers from some people close to my ex saying he’s going mental over my social media and behaviour. My mum called me to say he said “he’ll give me one last chance to rethink and stop acting crazy”. With two girlfriends from work I would intentionally go out to places where I knew his workmates were drinking after work. I’d let them hit on me and acted all open and happy about it. At this point I wouldn’t have sex with any of them (yet) – I was still not there mentally. It was a joy to watch him go crazy and being a laughing stock for his mates who were wondering “why would he dump such a hot slut”.
**The first one:**
This leads us to my first ever time with a random guy. It wasn’t planned or cold blooded revenge. It just sort of happened and opened my eyes completely. What I was doing until that time was more of an innocent play, acting so to speak. I wasn’t a slut at all – I was wearing more revealing dresses, going out more, flirting a lot but never went past and occasional kiss or pretending I didn’t feel some guy touching my ass. Didn’t go out on dates or anything. Just being a tease, that’s all.
Until that Saturday night (yeah I know, that basically makes my title a lie, because round year was 2 days ago, sorry). We went out with a friend of mine and met some of her friends. Ended up in a pub and then went to their place which was just 20 minutes walk away from where I was living at the time. After some more drinks around 1AM I felt that it’s time for me. A lovely Ghanian guy that I chatted with for quite some time offered me a walk home. Fair enough.
Halfway home I felt him getting closer and I didn’t oppose. In fact I wanted to make out with him but kinda pretended not to notice. By the time we were around my block of flats his hand was around my waist to “support me” as I was quite drunk and wearing high heels. When we arrived I realised I can’t get into the building through the front – the door was recently replaced and I still didn’t have the buzzer. I could only go in by the garage. Walked around the building and entered the dark hallway.
We ended up in a cramped space with very weak light as I tried to make out which key is the key to get me to the main corridor. I was pretty fed up and drunk at this point and asked him to give it a try. He was standing there looking at as I was resting against the wall. Then he just made a step forward and kissed me. I didn’t resist. I returned the kiss in fact and grabbed his waist. His hands were quickly all over me and he grabbed my neck firmly as his other hand travelled up my tight. “We can’t go to my place” – I said – “My flatmates would hear us”. “This is as good a place as any” he said and began to unbuckle his belt. I grabbed his dick which was already halfway there. It was big, juicy and so smooth. So much bigger than my ex, fuck. I wanted to taste it so badly that I went on my knees straight away and began to suck him off. He looked up and moaned as I glared up and let his fat cock slide in my wide open mouth. Even trying I couldn’t fit more than a half of it in. My wet spit was pouring down his dick and balls on my cleavage . “I don’t have rubbers” he whispered and I shrugged – “I’m still on birth control patches”. Habit of doing them paid off. Plus just the thought of him cumming in me was driving me mental.
I stood up and he instantly turned me around, making me spread my legs and bend over the wall. He lifted my tight dress and grabbed my thong. I put my legs together so they fell on the ground and stood even wider so he can enter without a problem. He rubbed my pussy with his wet fingers but felt there’s no need for further lubrication. I was as wet as the ocean. When his dick slid in me my vision literally turned black for a few seconds. It was so big and unbelievably pleasant to feel. I bit my lip so I wouldn’t shout my lungs out. I was still pretty loud. He started slowly and not too deeply but very soon he was going all the way in with his balls slapping against my pussy and his belly slapping against my butt. The repeating motion put me in trans. Metal cross hanging around my neck was jumping up and down and hitting against my chest. I grabbed it firmly with one hand and literally had my face shoved against the concrete wall. I didn’t care. It was good. So good. So damn good I could explode. He did shortly after. I could feel his juice shoot out and fill me up to the brim. He didn’t stop right away and was still pounding for a good half a minute after, with his dick shrinking a bit but becoming delightfully creamy from all the cum.
He took it out and started fixing himself. I was just standing against the wall panting heavily. What the hell was that. My god. Perfection. I could hear his cum drip from my pussy onto the concrete floor. I felt how my pussy is wide open like it was never before. I just stood like that and felt how tears are running down my cheeks. It wasn’t sorrow or anything. It wasn’t exactly happiness either. I guess it was relief? I just couldn’t control my emotion at this moment. He was petrified for a while thinking he had hurt me or that I felt forced but I assured him it’s fine. It was just probably the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had it my life. I picked up my thong and put them back on. He wanted to walk me up but I said it’s fine and went alone.
Twenty minutes later I was standing under a shower and looking at a wall with my head totally empty. I felt a huge chunk of his cum drip down my tights and put my hand on my clit. Started to rub it slowly, biting my lip. I just wish… I need to do this more often. As I was cumming for the second time in the last 30 minutes a thought crossed my mind. My ex’s mates. How about I fuck them. Oh god. I’m so bad and it turns me on… Wonder what their dicks are like. I wonder if they’d fuck me brainless the same way…
In part 2 ( if I decide to write it down) – My ex’s work mates turn out to like using me and I tend to enjoy their company.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vx8zps/today_marks_a_round_year_of_the_beginning_of_my
Fuck his dad 😎
This was *such* a good, wholesome story. I cheered for you – you’re such an evocative writer!!
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Please write part 2, I implore you!