I must have been unable to sleep for at least three hours. My boyfriend, next to me, had been snoring quietly for a long time. I was on my phone, alternating between various clothing shopping sites. Usually a good sleeping pill, but this time it didn’t seem to work.
Realising that only one thing could help me sleep, I closed all the pages, switched to private browsing, and started looking for videos that were a bit… exciting.
I easily found one video in particular, which seemed to fit my current mood rather well. It was a young couple exploring their sexuality, inviting a third partner. Lately this is something that particularly resonates with me.
The guy reminded me of my boyfriend, about the same build, same jaw, brown hair too. A penis that was maybe a little longer but not as wide. Some abs…
The girl was very cute too, a beautiful smile, beautiful blue eyes. She was not very tall, long red hair. Her breasts were splendid.
My fingers began to wander down my body. I pulled back the duvet so as not to disturb my boyfriend while he slept. He soon curled up in it and rolled over. I could feel the cool air tugging at my nipples, which soon began to rise. The excitement came very quickly, my fingers were already wet from just brushing the edge of my lips.
The third man, who had been filming until then, joined in the action. His sex was already hard, stretched towards the girl’s face. She smiled, opened her mouth, and began to give him an incredibly gentle blow job. He grabbed her hair, while in the back her boyfriend reinforced his thrusts.
I let out a few sighs as my fingers caressed my clit. My whole body tensed up as I moved, trying to synchronize my movements with the video.
The roles had just been reversed, the third man was now thrusting his sex into her. His hands gripping her ass, there was no longer any question of tenderness, each stroke making his balls slam against her pussy. She was screaming as she sucked her man’s cock.
I couldn’t help but imagine myself in her place, feeling two men completely dedicated to me, thinking only of my pleasure. Having two penises at the same time, just for me. Unconsciously, the image of Tom came to mind. I imagined him in the place of the third one, ramming me hard, happy to finally penetrate the one he’s been fantasizing about all this time.
I was on the verge of an orgasm when my phone vibrated.
Stopped dead in my tracks, I turned off the vibrator as quickly as possible so as not to wake my boyfriend. Surprised to receive a message at such an hour, I looked to see who dared to cut me off.
It was my ex. Classic. And obviously at the worst possible time.
Considering at first to simply ignore his message, the fact that he was sending me one now, after all this time, and at this hour, intrigued me greatly. It was a message associated with one of my photos, published earlier in the day. It was a photo of me taken in Italy a few months earlier. It was a very basic photo, I was in front of a monument, wearing a white dress and sandals, with an ice cream in my hand.
“You look incredible in this photo! I particularly like the transparency effect ;)”
What transparency effect?
Looking closer at my photo, I realized that indeed, you could guess my panties, at least the outlines, if you looked really closely. Finding it quite funny that he should take the time to send me a message for so little, I replied with a simple: “You don’t need much, getting to see the outline of a pair of panties, you have to really want to.”
His response was almost instantaneous. “Oh, but I wasn’t talking about that. But thanks for pointing that out too.”
But? What is he talking about?
Looking longer at the photo, it was with some surprise that I noticed that my nipples were quite visible. Without going as far as complete transparency, we could nevertheless see their shape very clearly. I’ve always been comfortable with my breasts, and not wearing a bra is not a problem at all nor exceptional for me. But to have it so visible on a site like that was something else.
“Thanks for letting me know, I’ll delete the photo.”
“That would be a shame, you look very pretty in it. And that’s just a bonus.”
“You’re a pervert.”
Wanting to get back to my original business, I stopped responding and started the video again. The excitement returned very quickly, and I found myself on the verge of an orgasm again.
*Image received*
No way… He didn’t send me a dick pic seriously? Frustrated, excited, and a little angry all at once, I opened his message, ready to call him names. It wasn’t a dick pic, but a naked picture of me from a few years ago. The photo was actually quite explicit, with my breasts and pussy fully visible on it.
I remembered this photo, I had sent him a few at the time, he was away on business and I thought of this little gift so he wouldn’t forget me. But I didn’t know he still had them.
“…”
“See? It’s not a bit of visible nipples that’s going to shock me, when I’ve got these available.”
“You know I’m lying in my bed, with my boyfriend next to me? Why did you keep those pictures?”
“Don’t worry, I never have, and never will, show them to anyone. And as for your boyfriend…. he’s asleep right?”
“So what? It doesn’t change anything.”
“What are you wearing? :p”
Ohhhh my god.
“Considering the pictures you obviously have, I don’t see why you’re interested.”
“Because that was before, and believe it or not, I don’t look at them all the time. Just once in a while… And you have them too.”
“What for? And no I haven’t had them for a long time.”
“What do you think? If you didn’t delete our conversation, you still have them. Know that.”
Now that he said it, I didn’t delete the conversation. Memories of our exchanges came back to me, very daring messages, pictures that were even more so. Some of them, some of him. Full of guilt, I went to look, and indeed, I had everything. There were a lot of pictures of me, quite sexy but not too much. And others much more. Videos too. I got lost for a while, looking at each picture again, of me, of him too. I found myself stopping for a long time in front of a naked picture of him, with his sex in his hand.
I kept checking on my sleeping boyfriend next to me, my excitement returning, feeling my pussy tickle.
Damn, he knew exactly what he was doing.
I then came across a video of us together. His sex was on my lips, I laughed, occasionally flicking my tongue, kissing him tenderly. I slid my tongue along his penis, and on his balls.
The next video he was lingering on my lips, his tongue working its way down my sex, his fingers gently penetrating me.
I couldn’t help but look at them, savoring every second.
“So, did you get it all back?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
The next one, I was naked, lying on my back, talking to my ex who was holding the camera. I couldn’t hear what I was saying, but I was laughing, and I ended up masturbating in front of him, my face scarlet, hiding myself with one arm.
The next one we were fucking. Doggystyle as he grabbed my hair. My breasts were swaying in all directions, showing the intensity of the banging.
Fuck, without even realizing it I was fingering myself again.
“You watch the videos, admit it.”
“Maybe.”
“So? Any preference?”
“It’s a lot of memories. Good memories, that’s true.”
“Personally, I really like the one where I’m seen cumming on your innocent face.”
“…”
I came across this video just afterwards, coincidentally or not. There I was, mouth open, tongue out, just waiting for him to cum on me. He was jerking off over my face. A few seconds passed, then he let go. Semen spurted out, covering my face, running down my mouth. Without further ado I took his cock into my mouth, sucking it as if to finish the job.
He was right, this video is particularly hot.
“It does look nice.”
“Oh yes. You were the best at it. When I masturbate, many times I think of your angelic face under my cock. I finish almost instantly.”
“Because you often think of me while masturbating?”
“You don’t?”
“I have a boyfriend.”
“So what? Fantasies are nothing.”
“… It happened.”
*Image received*
It was a picture of the two of us, naked. Just this. He was very handsome in it. His sex too. Damn…
I could feel myself coming again.
“What are you wearing?”
“I’m naked.”
“Show me.”
“No.”
“Why? Given the videos and photos we have, what difference does it make?”
“That was before, as you say.”
“Please… for old time’s sake, and for the sake of the fun time you’re having there now, I don’t doubt it for a second.”
“It’s hard to remain indifferent to that.”
“I know. Personally I’ve had my sex in my hands since earlier. What about you?”
“I’m not going to tell you.”
“Then just show me.”
He wouldn’t let go. I couldn’t lie, I was really very very excited. Hesitating for a moment, I finally took a picture of my upper chest. Not revealing anything too intimate. The bottom of my face, my mouth, my neck, and the top of my breasts. The nipples with only the beginning of the outline.
“See, I told you. I’m naked. Happy?”
“Still a beautiful mouth… And a body that looks better and better every year. But if I may say so, it’s a bit too easy, I too can take off my shirt and pretend to be naked.”
Damn…
Taking pictures of my legs, I went as high as possible, so as not to reveal too much. From the top of my thighs, to my feet, then sent it to him. As I sat down to take the picture, I realised how wet I was when I saw the state of the sheet, at my crotch.
“I’ve always loved your feet, but your legs look particularly good tonight. Unfortunately… again it’s too easy. Even though you look pretty wet down there.”
“What about you? I could say the same thing!”
*Image received*
Sigh. Well, I kind of deserved that one.
He was shirtless, his sex hidden by his hands, but very clearly erect. I had forgotten how muscular he could be.
I took several pictures, still watching my boyfriend, I don’t know how I would explain it to him if he woke up now. My choice was one, which I cut in such a way that it started at the bottom of my breasts. Of which I left a small part visible on purpose. All the way to the beginning of my pubic area, where a few hairs were visible.
“This time, I think you’ll agree that I’m really naked?”
“Actually… no I’m joking, yes, you are… You’re far too exciting, you’re making me hard as rock.”
“It must be frustrating for you, knowing that I’m completely naked, touching myself, but not seeing anything?”
“Holy…”
*Image received*
It was predictable, but it was still very nice. He was indeed very hard. His sex was taut, gorged with cum and just begging to be released from this constraint. His balls looked full too.
“You look like you’re about to finish.”
“Completely.”
“If I were to grant you one last picture, the one you want, what would you choose?”
“Do you still have The dildo?”
“The dildo” is the name we gave to a dildo he offered me a long time ago, molded on his own penis.
“Yes.”
“I want a picture of you with it in your ass.”
“Are you serious ???”
“Very serious. You’re the one who told me to choose. I’m choosing this. And I want to make sure it goes in your little ass.”
Far too excited and emotionally elsewhere to refuse, I went to retrieve “The dildo” from the toy drawer. Without knowing where it came from, my boyfriend often used it on me, which had a way of making me scream with pleasure. Thinking about this, and what I was about to do, I went up and down in my pussy to lubricate it a bit, and started to push it gently into my ass.
It went in quite easily, pulling me out a few moans in the process. Settling in, I set about taking pictures from behind, which turned out to be a lot more complicated than I expected. Giving up quickly, I ended up taking a front shot, revealing much more details than I would have liked, like my dripping wet pussy. I decided to take another picture, hiding my sex with my fingers, leaving him to guess what was behind. I deliberately raised my fingers a little, so that he could still have something to enjoy.
A few minutes later, at the very moment of my orgasm following some movements along The dildo, I received a video. He was jerking off and then ejaculating, spraying cum all over himself.
“Thanks Lisa. Good night. We will discuss again.”
Realizing what had just happened, I was going faster and faster on The dildo, no longer paying any attention to my boyfriend. A long moan of pleasure escaped me and I ended up collapsing face first onto the mattress. My respiration was still accelerated, my breath coming in slowly. When I felt a hand rest on my ass.
“You are much too sexy when you masturbate. I’ve been listening to you for ten minutes, it’s driving me crazy.”
“For 10 minutes? Have you seen…”
“I don’t care what porn you were watching, ready for round two?”
L.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zvg7qq/nightexchange_with_my_f_ex_m