Chasing the man that ruined my marriage

I know it’s immature, and more than a little creepy, and completely stupid. But I did it anyway. I rented a room down the street from my house. Well it’s Craig’s house now, after the divorce. My roommate must have thought I was totally weird staring out the bathroom window when I checked out the place, but that’s how I can see Craig’s house from here. And of all the things I should be embarrassed about, I’m most embarrassed about how much time I sit in this stupid bathroom, staring out of the window.

Today I saw another new car pull into the driveway. I know Craig started dating again, and I’m really not jealous – he deserves to be happy. But that doesn’t mean I have to like these girls.

And then Jason got out, and my eyes went wide. He apparently bought a new car, and I didn’t recognize it. I hadn’t seen him in almost a year, and it had been longer than that since I fucked him. But it hadn’t been a day since I fantasized about that first tryst with him. Of all the guys and girls I had gone to bed with, none of them were as good as that time with Jason.

Craig got out of Jason’s car too, and it seemed like he was dropping him off at home. I watched as they chatted for a bit on the front sidewalk. Jason took off his jacket and threw it through the window into the front seat. I could see his arms bulging against his work out shirt. They must have just come from the gym. Holy hell, my mind started wandering just thinking about having those arms wrapped around my body.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but soon I saw Jason getting in his car to leave. I panicked, thinking that I needed to do something, but I didn’t know what. I ran out and jumped in my car, not even wearing any shoes, and started driving that way. My mind was racing, but I had no idea what I was doing.

We hadn’t gotten very far at all, and I was right behind him, but he didn’t notice. What was I doing?! It was just a narrow road with no way to pull up next to him before he turned onto the highway, which wasn’t far up ahead. So I made a very rash decision – I crashed into him.

It wasn’t bad, just a bump, but if course it got Jason to stop. We both got out at the same time, and when he looked into my eyes I nearly melted.

“Gina?” He was truly surprised.

“Jason?” I asked, feigning surprise. I am not a good liar, which is why my marriage went based so quickly after I started cheating. “Oh I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s okay, are you hurt?” There was hardly any damage to either vehicle, but he still seemed to care about me.

“No, no. I’m fine,” I answered as I looked at our bumpers.

“That’s hardly a scratch,” he said as he joined me. He was so close, I could smell him in the light breeze. It was a beautiful scent, a slight musk from exercising.

“I’m so sorry,” I said again. “Let me get my insurance card.” He lightly protested as I bent over the passenger seat of my car as I dug through my glovebox, but there was actually a small amount of damage, and it was his new car. My pajama shorts were loose and very short, and I wiggled my ass a little, just in case he was watching. My mind was racing still, but I began to think a little more coherently. “Well this is frustrating,” I said as I stood back up. “It’s not in there. I remember getting it in the mail. It’s on my kitchen table at home.”

“No worries, Gina. You can just text it to me later,” he said. It was a good reason to reach out to him again, but it wouldn’t get him in my bed.

“No, please, my place is just around the corner. Come with me, I’ll get it to you then.” Another light protest, but he agreed. Besides our one time together, we had known each other for years. And maybe he was thinking about that. Maybe he was thinking about my butt in my pajama shorts.

On the way back, I made a plan. When we arrived, he commented about how close I lived to Craig, and I talked about it being my neighborhood too. Blah, blah, blah. But when he joined me inside, I turned on the charm.

“I’ll be right back,” I told him as he sat down. “I’m going to change into something more appropriate.” Sure, that seemed reasonable. It wouldn’t matter that my non-pajamas just happened to show off my assets so well.

I didn’t even ask, I just opened a couple of beers and brought them over to the table and sat down. “I’ve missed you!” I said as I took a swig and sat down much closer than necessary. If he didn’t get the hint, he was an idiot.

He wasn’t. He smiled at me in a way that showed me that he knew what I was doing, and I felt a pang of longing between my legs. A few more minutes of small talk, and a half a beer later, I made my move. I stood up, put my hands on his shoulders, and straddled him. Was that obvious enough?

Our lips locked, and I felt Jason’s hands in my hair. He had such a strong grip, it nearly scared me. And that turned me on even more. I could feel his member growing below me, pressing through his gym shorts and against the thin fabric of my lycra shorts. And then he put his hands on my ass and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him and crossed my ankles behind his back. He carried me to the bedroom.

“Not that one,” I said, giggling. Then he carried me to my bed, and where I thought he would set me down gently, he threw me down hard on the bed. My eyes opened wide, and he gripped my wrist forcefully. I couldn’t have wriggled away if I wanted to. But I didn’t want to. I wanted him to use me. To take whatever he wanted from me. And he knew it.

When he twisted my wrist, I turned. When he pushed me down, I relented. We both knew I had no other option, but I wasn’t interested in fighting him. Soon I found myself face down in my pillow, my hands held tightly together behind my back in one of his hands while he used his other hand to aggressively pull my shorts off. Then he pushed my legs apart, with nothing between us but the sticky wetness of my throbbing pussy.

His hand was on me immediately, aggressive, but gentle. His fingers slid easily inside me, and he probed downwards until he found my g-spot. It was probably obvious by the way I reacted, the muffled moans of pleasure already escaping through my pillow.

His fingers deftly caressed inside me, and I felt him spread my juices over my asshole. I hadn’t had anything more than a buttplug in there for almost a year, and it was pretty tight when he pressed his thumb inside. He was being a little too gentle, so I lifted my hips up to help him out. Soon his thumb was in as far as it would go, and the pressure of having both of my holes filled was fantastic.

Then he pulled his hand away and slapped my ass, hard. I yelped, and when he did it again, I screamed. Then he did it one more time and commanded me too get up on my hands and knees. He released my hands and I obeyed.

He must have taken his shorts off because soon he was teasing me, sliding the tip of his cock up and down the outside of my labia and ass. I started pushing back into him, begging him to shove it in me. He teased me for another minute before grabbing my hair and pulling me back hard. I couldn’t help but arch my neck as he pulled my body backwards and onto his raging erection. I gasped as he pierced me as far as either of us could take, his testicles pressing against my skin.

He pulled almost all the way back, and then slammed into me again, and again, and again. I wimpered as he pulled my hair and pounded my pussy. He was so rough, and I was so turned on, that I almost didn’t feel him slide a finger into my ass. But I certainly felt it when he put a second finger in there. He never stopped fucking me, but he waited for my ass to relax a bit before he started sliding his fingers in and out.

I knew what he wanted. He could have just taken it, but he wanted me to enjoy it too. It was working, because I wanted it so badly.

“Put it in my ass,” I whispered when I was ready, and he did. His cock was so much bigger than two fingers, and so much bigger than Craig’s. It was so much bigger than anything I’d ever had in there, and it took my breath away. But it was good, and he was gentle, at least for a while. After a minute he was all the way in, and after a couple of more minutes he was sliding in and out easily. Then he really began to pound me, and the sound of our bodies smacking together was so loud it would have woken my roommate, of she had been home.

I dropped my chest down to the bed so my ass and hips still up in the air, and pulled my arms down to my sides. With both hands I started playing with my clit, quickly moving from light circles to hard pressure. But I didn’t make myself come. Jason did that. Anal had always been something I did for Craig, but I didn’t get off from it. But now I could feel it happening. I could feel it building inside me, to and I knew it was going to be soon. I grabbed my pillow with both hands to hold on for dear life.

“Fuck my ass,” I commanded him. “Jason, I want you to fill me if up.” My voice was quiet, but he heard me. “Fill me up!” I repeated louder. It was all the motivation he needed. He thrust even harder, faster, and within 30 seconds we were both grunting. I could feel Jason’s cock grow from girth to giant, and his hot cum shoot deep into my ass. It was a totally different kind of orgasm than I’d ever had, and it was amazing. Like a deep well of water and was bursting out of me, the waves overflowing at the top. The pulsing lasted a long time, and we both collapsed together onto the bed. When we did, I took a deep breath and realized I had been holding my breath.

After another minute he pulled his softening penis out of me, and he watched as his cum dripped out slowly.

“Are we even now?” I asked him playfully.

“”Even for what?” He asked. What a dote, I thought.

“For the car accident, of course.” He was quiet for a moment, clearly thinking about it seriously. Just before I was about to chime in to tell him I was joking, he spoke up.

“No, that was just a down payment.” He smiled and continued. “But I’m sure we can ‘cum’ to an arrangement.” I groaned at his bad joke. But I would be happy to make these payments.

I walked him out to the front door, and kissed him good bye. As I shut the front door, I turned around to find my roommate standing there in a small thong and no top.

“That sounded incredible,” she said as she walked up to me and grabbed my hand. “My turn.”

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