Full disclosure: writing about the entire experience from background to the sex aspect is a tad therapeutic for me, so I do apologize for throwing way too much background into this story. I’ll indicate where the sexy stuff starts if you want to skip that.
This whole COVID-19 outbreak has inevitably led to people reaching out to their exes, but this weekend I took it to the absolute extreme in ways I wasn’t expecting.
A little background on everyone involved. I’m a 29 year old 6’3″ average looking guy recently separated from my wife of four years. We’re living apart after issues conceiving children fractured our marriage. Without getting into too much detail it’s become clear that we aren’t equipped to deal with hardships in ways that comfort either of us. So I moved in with my brother in our hometown, my wife stayed in our shared home, and we’ve had only minimal contact since then.
Then there’s Danielle. The one who has always lived in the back of my brain since high school. [I actually wrote about one of our escapades seven years ago in a hot tub](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/15l7em/what_is_it_about_hot_tubs_that_gets_people_naked/). Back then I described her as “petite, slim 5’3″ frame with adorable tits with the perkiest nipples you’ll ever see.” We had been high school sweethearts and kept in touch in college. After the story above junior year of college we ended up giving a relationship with each other another go for about six months, but ultimately we broke it off with some fantastic goodbye sex before she took a year-long study abroad opportunity. While there she met a guy, had a kid, married him, had another kid, and I figured that was history for us. I ended up getting married myself a few years later and while I often thought about her, it got to a point where I knew very little about her life and accepted that I’d never hear from her again.
About a month ago I’m shopping at my hometown grocery store and I look down an aisle and to me surprise there she was looking at mac and cheese or some shit exactly as i remembered her from years ago. I hadn’t seen or heard anything about her since shortly after she left for that study abroad, yet here she was feet away from me in the most unexpected place at the most unexpected time. As soon as she saw me she made a beeline straight at me and gave me the longest tightest hug I’ve ever had in my life. There was no awkwardness of seeing an ex, no hesitation towards someone you haven’t seen in years, just genuine emotion. Without overthinking it i just held back tightly.
While we didn’t get a ton of time to talk as her parents and her two kids were in the next aisle, we exchanged phone numbers and committed to catching up soon. Of course then Coronavirus hits shortly thereafter and we’re confined to our homes. So, rather than resist the impulse to take it slow reconnecting with Danielle, I get corona lonely, or, “coronaly,” and jump in head first texting and reconnecting with her. I find that she and her husband split late last year and are getting divorced with him trying to move back to his home country. She’s now living at home just down the street from my brother and me. I tell her about my marital issues and how my wife and I dealt poorly with multiple miscarriages and she’s of course sympathetic and willing to listen. We go on for a few weeks just texting each other stupid shit while stuck in isolation. I can’t remember why we stopped talking but for now I don’t care; I’m just glad to have her back in my life.
Soon enough we’re just shooting the shit drinking in our own separate isolation using Zoom to chat with each other and hopefully not feel so isolated and alone like so many these days. I knew we’d both had a few too many drinks but we’re already stuck at our own homes what’s the worst that could happen? Then she says it:
“I’m willing to sacrifice myself for the stock market.”
Nope, sorry, just kidding. That wasn’t it.
“You know that you couldn’t get your wife pregnant because that was supposed to be me not her right?”
I’m taken aback a bit. “What do you mean?” I replied.
“The night I left. You were supposed to tell me not to go. I’ve always loved you and knew you were the one. We had great sex but you still didn’t stop me. And I’ve missed you every day since then. And that should have been us having a family together rather than the two we married.”
I should have taken it as a recently-divorced woman who has been drinking grasping at things because her life plan with the man she married fell apart. After all that’s what happened with me too. I married someone I planned to be with for life and it didn’t work out and now here I am drunk chatting with the one who got away. Besides, it’s revisionist history. She planned to leave. She knew what it would do to our relationship. And I supported it. Yet here I am hearing things I wanted to hear from her when she left and I can’t help but give in. Maybe she’s right that I should have tried to stop her. But I know it takes two to tango and I should really push back and say it was a mutual decision for us to break up.
“I should have never let you go.” Fuck why am I doing this?
“It’s always been you,” she replies. “I’ve always known you were the one. I love you. Don’t fight it.” I’m at a loss for words. I see her starting to fall asleep on the other side of the line. “Goodnight, I can’t wait to dream about you. I’ve missed you so much.”
I just stare into the Zoom window unable to come up with the words. By the time I figure out what I want to say I know she’s long asleep. “I love you so much,” I tell her as I close Zoom assuming she’s too asleep to hear me anyways.
I text her and ask “Did you mean what you said?” before falling asleep. When I woke up, I saw she responded in the morning.
“Every word.”
I take the day to just do self improvement as much as I can while confined to home and try not to go crazy. On the one hand maybe I need to try harder to salvage things with my wife. On the other hand Danielle is back in my life living out my dream from years ago. But we’re also both in questionable places in life from our marriages not working out. And we can’t see each other because of social distancing. After being in my head for most of the day trying not to cave into social media or texting I see she sent me a novel of a message.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I saw you again. I keep falling asleep thinking about you, dreaming about you, and waking up thinking about you. I’ve missed you so much. I need to see you. I’m sorry if I sound horrible with the kids comment. But I said it because I love you and I’ve loved you since high school and I believe it should have been you I spent my life with. And I’m here for you. And whatever we are or will be just know that having you in my life makes me a happy person. I just couldn’t go another minute not telling you and I really want to see you and give you a hug. Fucking Corona.”
Fuck. The only reply I can come up with is, “What are you doing right now?”
I threw on jeans for the first time in what felt like forever. I hadn’t even really gone anywhere since this outbreak started. My brother did the shopping, and really all I did was the occasional walk around the neighborhood. Maybe sometimes walking near Danielle’s house. But I’ll never admit it. I decide that I’ll go to the store to get us some food and drinks, pick her up, go back to my place while my brother’s at work, watch some TV or something, and catch up. Totally innocent. I’m not going to give in. We’re just reconnecting. Totally innocent.
After the trip to the store I pull into the driveway, she hops in the car, and before even saying hi she just leans over the dashboard and full on kisses me. I kiss back. So much for not giving in. The ride back to my house is a blur (partly because it’s only a mile away but mostly because she’s just holding my hand grasping my arm telling me how much she missed me while I’m driving). We pull into my driveway and as we’re walking to the door I grab her, pull her close, and go for another kiss. She puts her hand on the back of my head. Fuck it. Thanks COVID-19 for making every human interaction way more intense.
**Sexy stuff starts here
**
We get into the house and at this point there’s no holding back. I’ve got her up against a wall making out with her running our hands all over each other. I feel like I’ve barely said two words to her since picking her up and instead just released years of tension built up from not seeing her and missing her every day for years. We come up for air just so I can motion her to the couch and get something on the TV and drinks and snacks out. We take a shot of tequila and then without missing a beat she just pulls her sweater over her head and pulls off her leggings so she’s wearing nothing but a bra and panties. Any thought I had of taking this slow is officially dead!
I stop thinking and start doing. I pull off my shirt and pants until I’m in nothing but my underwear as she leans back on the couch. I’m crawling in between her legs kissing down her body from her stomach upwards. Fuck I missed her. She looks even better today as she did all those years ago, and she looked fucking amazing back then. My hand gravitated towards her back at the clasps of her bra straps. As I’m starting to remove her bra she pulls me close and starts nibbling my ear. I’m a little annoyed that she’s stealing my go-to move, but I decided to let it slide this time.
“Fuck you smell so good,” she whispers into my ear. “Fuck I missed you. God you’re so fucking hot.” She’s going to town on my neck while I try to get this damn clasp off. I feel her legs wrap around my back with her underwear rubbing up against the underwear bulge I’ve got going. I finally get the clasps undone and remove her bra and start going to town on her chest. Fuck I missed everything about her.
She removes her panties and tries to remove my underwear, so like a gentleman I of course help her by removing my underwear so we’re both completely naked tangled up on each other. I decide to return the ear-nibbling favor by nibbling hers and whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
“You’re so fucking hot. Even hotter than when we dated. Fuck I want you so bad right now.” I’m rubbing my cock at her entrance trying to tease her and she moans in my ear with every movement. At this point I have no idea if she’s pushing this too far or am I pushing this too far, but I’m done thinking.
“Then just fuck me already!” she blurts out.
“I don’t have protection.” We always wore condoms when dating (except for that hot tub story that was it I promise), but I’ve been married and haven’t used one or needed one in years.
“I have an IUD,” she said as she licked her hand, grabbed my cock, and lathered it in her saliva, and guided me inside. Holy. Fucking. Shit. I think we both let out the loudest moan once I was completely inside her. Whatever fantasy I could make up in my head about us seeing each other again paled in comparison to what actually happened. I was in heaven and she was right there with me.
When I was with my wife she always wanted her sex slow with lots of teasing, but Danielle just wanted that hard fucking that had previously been a once in a blue moon event in my married sex life. Danielle moans hard and loud with every thrust as I pound her like there’s no tomorrow (and with Coronavirus who knows there might not be). Just seeing her staring into my eyes with her chest flushed and sweat dripping already put me into overdrive. She’s grabbing my back legs wrapped around me and suddenly I feel her cumming as she practically screams into my ear. Her vagina pulsing around my cock. And we’re just getting started!
I slow down a bit knowing she’s coming down from her first orgasm of the night. I sit up on the couch and pull out of her. Suddenly Danielle pushed me down onto the other side of the couch and got between my legs and started sucking my cock. For the first time in my life I realized just how good blowjobs could be! Not that they weren’t great before but her enthusiasm was unmatched by any I’ve gotten from anyone else. She’s going up and down my dick like a harmonica and I feel like I’m going to burst any second.
“Get your ass in the air,” I command her and she happily obliged. With my dream girl on her hands and knees on my couch I grab her by the hips and slide my cock all the way inside her. Fuck teasing. I need all of this now.
“Grab my hair baby,” she says as I pound her from behind. I give her hair a nice good tug as she moans after I whip her neck back. Maybe I’m overdoing it. “Fucking spank me!” She shouts. Now it feels like we’re filming a bad porn or something. But I give her a good spank on her ass (after I miss the first attempt and hit her side whoops) and grab her ass hard.
I figure if we’re going to go down this route I’ll contribute to the bad porn cliches. While pounding her from behind I slide my hand to her neck, grab her, and tell her, “you’re not allowed to cum again until I give you permission.” Now I’ve crossed the line into being ridiculous.
“Please please pleaseeeee let me cum please!” she shouts out as I thrust harder and faster. Wow maybe this is actually so ridiculous it’s turning us both on like crazy! She’s screaming so loud that I’m starting to get worried the neighbors are going to call the police. I decide to be generous.
“Cum for me baby. Cum all over my cock.” That’s all it took and she was over the edge again orgasming, contracting, pulsing all around my dick. I pull her into me as deep as I can go and start kissing her back rubbing my hands on her waist to her ass.
She flips over and just grabs my head with both hands and gives me a nice deep kiss. “How did you get so fucking hot? You were hot before but holy fucking shit you’re amazing!” Great ego boost for me! I think I’ve physically stayed the same since we dated. Maybe a few more gray hairs. But I’ll take the compliment from her any day.
Better let her know how amazing she is. “You’re so fucking hot. I thought our sex was hot when we dated but holy shit you’re fucking incredible. I missed you so much. I missed being inside you so much.” Nailed it.
“It’s your turn to cum,” she said. “Cum on me, cum in my mouth, cum inside me. I don’t care, just cum for me!”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed her legs and guided her body back onto my cock in missionary. I had never finished inside her before, but I also didn’t know if I’d get this opportunity again. I pounded her like a man on a mission ready to cum inside my ex-girlfriend. I felt it building up more and more as she moaned harder and I pumped faster until after what felt like an eternity I was finally there and released my cum inside her. She grabbed my back digging her nails into me as pulsing wave after wave overcame me.
I collapsed on top of her for a few minutes before we made a halfway reasonable attempt to spoon on the couch under a blanket. She took big spoon rubbing her hands through my hair as we talked about life, our failed marriages, her kids, everything under the sun. Finally we ended up flipping over so I was spooning her as we cuddled naked on the couch falling asleep. The sex and cuddling felt like minutes but turned out to be hours we noticed that sun went down and we fell asleep just like that.
I was awakened by the sound of thunder as a storm rolled in while we were asleep on the couch. As I laid awake I was just lost in taking in the smell of her hair. Something I never forgot even after so many years apart. I started kissing the back of her neck rubbing my hands up and down her naked body. She started thrusting her hips as my cock grew pressed up against her ass.
Pretty soon she was licking her hand again and grabbing my cock as she lined it up with her hole. I grabbed her hips as we laid in that spooning sideways position and just started thrusting into her. I didn’t last long as before and just grabbed her hips, thrusted deep, and came inside her again. She just grabbed my head with her arm, turned, and planted the sweetest kiss on my face.
As much as I enjoyed just laying with her enjoying the thunder and rain all good things must come to an end. I knew my brother was coming home from work and I’d rather not get questions from anyone about us hanging out while we’re both technically still married. Before parking near her house she gave me one last kiss for the evening and told me she loves me. She also told me to memorize the garage code for future nights. I could feel myself getting hard again before she hopped out of the car and went home.
That was last night. Today I’m wondering if we just let emotions get the better of us. After all we’re both going through some stuff. Maybe things are heightened for her because it’s her first encounter since her husband left. Maybe things are heightened for me because I’m feeling things for another person far different than the painful year I had with my wife. Maybe I need to be a better husband and make things work with my wife. Even though I did this. I’m sure Danielle will come to her senses too now that we’ve had a day to digest what happened. We don’t have to turn this into anything crazy, right?
But then I get a text this morning.
“I’m still tingling from how amazing last night was. I didn’t think I’d ever have sex that amazing again! My body is aching for you. Use the garage code and come sneak into bed with me tomorrow night. I better see that cute face in my bed. Love you!”
Fuck.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/frwx2t/mf_rekindling_passion_with_an_old_fling_in_the
Hot!
I am super paranoid about the virus. However, take the leap. This sounds amazing.