This is an update to my last post
[MF] I [M21] made my ex-girlfriend [F21] cheat on the guy she had cheated on me with because we were still in love
by u/freekend in gonewildstories
In my last story, I told you about how Caitlin cheated on George – the guy she had left me for. I was her first love and she was mine, and I still loved her. I thought it was just one last night. I was wrong.
The day after, I was still thinking about the night we stolen. It had been so sweet and gentle and vanilla, not like the wild, adventurous, raunchy sex we used to have. I had been holding back, too scared of frightening her away. If I had known it would be our last time I would have – *should have* – fucked her face, choked her, fingered her ass as she came, cum on her lips and spread it across her face with my still hard cock. I should have abandoned all decency and truly given her a fuck to remember.
I was lying in bed rolling the tasty memories in my mind when she called. Not a Facebook message, not a text… a phone call. Some relative had died, so she had cancelled her plane ticket, and could we *please* get together and talk about what happened?
I opened the door to my apartment and was surprised that she was barefaced with no make-up. She didn’t want to cry it off, I imagined. It was the golden hour and light was streaming through my bay windows into my bachelor apartment. Her strawberry blonde eyelashes were only visible when they caught the light, and her pale blue eyes were icy bright. Her freckles were only hinted at in the winter season, but they were there, and I remembered how I used to count them laying next to her.
She sat down on my futon bed, the one we had just fucked on, now folded into a couch. Her shoes were off and showing her cute colourful socks on top of her black leggings, and her thin tank top was cut low so I could see her freckled chest.
“I feel really bad about this. I’m struggling to figure out what I want from us, and from George. I called him and every time I said ‘I love you’ to him I feel like I’m lying. Not because I don’t love him, but because I’ve betrayed him so deeply. But when I was there with you I wasn’t worrying about… anything. I was just there. I wasn’t thinking about anything but what we were doing. I don’t regret it and that scares me. It would be a lot easier if I had just left. I… I really love you. I do. But I really love *him.* I know you love me, and I know you never stopped. But that doesn’t mean everything. It means a lot. But not everything.”
I sat and listened. My stomach was churning, my heart was dropping. I wanted her so badly, but I also wanted to be the best person I could be. So I said, “It’s fine if it was a mistake. I love you, I always have, and I always will. You were my first in every way, and I will dream about you once you’re gone.” I hardened my heart, to keep it from breaking. “We can’t be friends, and I think we both know that. I’m sorry if I’ve made things hard for you, but all I can do now is not make them any harder. You should go.”
She didn’t.
We kept talking, around and around in circles. I was getting frustrated, angry even. Sunset turned to night, and soon only my computer monitor lit the two of us. Past the third monologue about her feelings, I no longer even wanted to fuck her. Her inability to make a decision, even once it had been made by me, was stoking all the forgotten resentment I had stowed away from our first relationship, buried under all the pining I had done these two years past. I suddenly remembered how bad our fights had been, the relief from when we had broken up. And the thought that she would go back to George suddenly became unbearable to me.
“It’s getting late,” I said, interupting her rambling. “I’d like to get to sleep.” The clock read a few minutes before midnight.
“Ok,” she replied quietly. She stood up, her slim figure backlit by stark white light from the desktop monitor. A few beats passed. “Do you have some clothes I could sleep in?”
Before I knew it, I had unfolded the futon, turned off my computer, and we were lying next to each other in the dark breathing heavily. The curtains were still wide open, and her pale skin glowed in the light from the street lamps outside. She was wearing one of my oversized t-shirts, and a pair of my boxers over her panties. Her eyes were closed but her eyelashes were fluttering, glowing yellow in the street light. I could see that her chest was heaving between breaths. I reached over and stroked her arm, and she let a breath out between her pink parted lips. She turned her head and looked at me.
Fuck it. The heart wants what the heart wants. Fuck George. Fuck Caitlin. If she wanted to sleep over and get fucked, I would give her the fucking of her life. I reached out and slid my fingers under her head and grabbed the hair at the back of her neck, and tightened my grip. She let out a trembling breath and I turned her head towards me, and I looked at her, and I saw that she was mine in this moment, that she would do anything I asked, just like how it used to be. I held our gaze, staring at her beautiful blushing face with her bright wet eyes. Her lips parted, and I kissed her, deeply, tasting her tongue in my mouth.
I held tight onto her head while my other hand roamed her body. I didn’t want to repeat my haste the previous day, so I took my time and traced her collarbone, her stomach, the insides of her arms, and lightly cupped her breasts over her shirt. Her nipples were already hard, and her chest was warm and flushed.
I sat us both up and yanked the t-shirt over her tits and was pleased when she kept still, her arms raising and then dropping to her sides as I maneuvered her up and groped her perfect tits firm and soft, slightly cool to the touch. I pinched and twisted her nipples and she moaned through our kiss right into my mouth. Even as I savored this, I was still angry at the hours she had talked around me, making me feel small and disposable as she talked about loving me like choosing between a pair of shoes.
I kissed down her neck, took her nipples between my lips, and then my teeth. I bit down and was satisfied when I heard her make her little welp. My hand wandered down between her legs and slipped under the boxers and her panties to find her slit. It was so wet my fingers slid between her lips immediately, and I massaged her clit in small, slow circles. Every time she opened her eyes she saw me watching her face hungrily, and she would shyly shut her eyes again. The fact that she wasn’t wearing makeup make her seem more naked, somehow, more vulnerable. It felt like when she would sneak out of her house in senior year and sleep over, and I would fuck her young lithe body the entire night. It felt so good to still have such a command over her body that I could see her orgasm coming – the way her cries came out shorter, faster until her voice would become one long and even note as she came.
Her face was flushed and red, but her body was still cool. I ran my hands over her breasts again, squeezing them in my hands until she opened her bright blue eyes. I stood up and quickly undid my pants, pulling them down to my knees. “Suck my cock,” I commanded, and she pushed herself up and tucked her hair behind her ears. She touched my cock carefully, like it might be hot to the touch. I remember her cute chipped pink nail polish glittering as she wet her lips with her tongue. She stroked my cock slowly.
I think she was a bit scared, to be honest. I don’t think she had sucked a dick since mine – her boyfriend was a trans man – so I took a little glee that in some ways, it had been just as long for her as it had been for me. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her close, resting my cock on her cheek. I guided her lips up and down my cock, moistening the shaft with her long wet kiss before I made her suck my balls for the first time in two years. She looked up at me and I saw a thirsty look I hadn’t seen in too long. I growled and grabbed the base of my cock. Instinctively, she opened her mouth wide and I slid into her warm wet mouth. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. It felt like coming home. Just like before, she let her hands drop to her sides and let me use her. I moved my cock in and out of her lips, moved her head up and down my cock to set the pace. We found our old rhythm immediately – suck, suck, and then press the head of my cock right up against her throat until she choked. God, when she coughed up her spit over my cock and rubbed my slimy cock across her freckles, I was ready to empty my balls all over her face.
I pushed her down and pulled off her bottoms all at once. I could see a line of pussy juice on the inside of her panties and it drove me wild that she wanted me so badly. I climbed back onto the bed and held myself over her, my bare cock position at her entrance.
“I’m going to fuck you raw,” I told her. I waited for her to show any sign of reluctance.
“Don’t cum in me,” she replied softly.
I pushed my cock into her and it was as hot as a furnace. I pounded her pussy, fucking all the pain she had put through out of me and into her poor soft cunt. I propped her legs up and drove my dick deep into her again, and again. “Oh my god,” she moaned, her mouth agape, “oh my fucking god!”
You fucking bitch, I thought. Cheating on George. Well, fuck him. He knew you were mine and he fucked you anyway. I hope he finds out. I hope he smells me on you. I hope he feels small, that I fucked your mouth and your cunt with a real cock, and spray you with real cum. I hope this destroys him.
I flipped her onto her hands and knees and I slipped into her sopping pussy from behind with an obscene wet slap. Her perfect pale ass swallowed up my dick, and I grabbed her hips and ground my groin into hers. “Fuck me back,” I said, and she began pumping her hips back. I matched her rhythm and slammed into her pussy with a thunderous clap, and her moans were slowly turning into screams.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Oh FUCK ME, please FUCK ME,” she cried. Her voice was muffled by the pillow she was screaming into, but I grinned at every syllable. My cock was rock hard and almost bottoming out her little cunt.
In between strokes I gathered some of her sweet white cream that had gushed up on the base of my dick, making my thumb sticky and slippery with her juices. I rubbed it on her beautiful pink asshole until it was wet and slick, remembering how many times I had fucked it after school in my bedroom at my parents house. She moaned appreciatively and didn’t resist at all as I pressed my thumb into her tight ass until it was engulfed, until my thumb could feel my cock pumping in and out of her pussy through the thin membrane that separated her ass from her cunt. It was so tight I could feel it choking the blood flow at the base of my thumb – clearly George hadn’t spent much time in this hole, either. Since I didn’t have any lube, or plugs, I knew I wouldn’t be assfucking her tonight.
From doggy style I pushed her down to the bed and began proneboning her, snaking one hand to her clit and one around her throat. Caitlin wasn’t speaking any comprehensible words at this point, but when I tightened my grip around her throat she opened her eyes and looked right into mine as her mouth opened wide, her whole body shook then tensed still then relaxed. I relaxed my grip and she took a huge breath. “Ohmyfuckinggod,” she breathed out. She wiggled my hand off her clit, and winced with every pump of my cock. “Please don’t cum in me,” she said, breathless.
“Where do you want my cum?”
She closed her eyes as I slowed my pace, cock engorged inside her and ready to burst. “In my mouth,” she breathed, “I want to eat your cum. Please.”
I pulled out of her and stood up quickly, stroking myself to stay on the edge. She pushed herself up, exhausted and moving slowly. She brushed her hair aside and opened her mouth, looking up at me with her eyes shining bright blue in the streetlight, waiting for me to paint her freckles and plum lips with my load. It was too much. It was just enough. She was mine.
I shot rope after rope onto her lips, and she winced with every splash. Her chin and upper lip glistened with my sperm. Some of it lay trembling on her tongue, thick and white. She squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed.
I collapsed on the bed. Back in the day, she would crawl over my lap and clean my cock with her mouth, but she gave no sign she intended to do so. She grabbed my t-shirt and wiped the cum off her chin. She politely offered my own shirt to me, and I wiped my dick clean before tossing it aside.
We lay next to each other in the dark, not saying anything.
My anger had dissipated. What was left in my heart was undeniable. I put it all on the table. “I think you should leave George,” I confessed.
“Of course you do,” she replied, but she was smiling.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1223yon/part_2_mf_i_m21made_my_exgirlfriend_f20_cheat_on
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