Weird shit can happen when you spend an afternoon with your ex [MF]

It had been three years since I’d seen Jenna. I was 27 and had moved to another city. Now I was back, just for a few days, and a mutual friend had facebooked me and convinced me to join her them an afternoon drink. I got to the bar a little early and I realized I was nervous, though of course there was no reason to be. It’s just a weird thing, seeing your ex again, under any circumstances. I’d heard she was dating some new guy, an older black dude with a ton of money who flew her all over the place. But so what? There was nothing to be jealous of. I had moved on, too – single at the moment, but it had been a good three years of dates, flings, and even a couple semi-serious relationships.

So I took a drink and relaxed. It was just going to be an innocent afternoon, old friends catching up, a few laughs about the good old days. Then Jenna walked in the door. My gut sank, my nuts tightened, my whole groin started tingling. Maybe I was over her intellectually, but the sight of her had my body going crazy.

Jenna was 30 now, but had never looked better. Her impossible tits, always defying gravity with or without support, were tucked into an old white tank top. Her thick hips plastered with tight denim, showing off every curve, and positioned just low enough to show off an inch of her tiny waist. More than any other woman I’ve ever been with, Jenna had a figure that was built for fucking.

She arrived with our mutual friend in tow and the three of had a couple beers. It was casual and fun, just as I expected, though I had to fight from letting my eyes wander all over Jenna’s body pretty much constantly. I probably didn’t do a very good job. After a couple hours we wrapped things up, our friend took off, and Jenna drove me back to the place I was staying. The conversation got a little more serious in the car, Jenna told me about her new guy, all the things wrong with her relationship, how she was trying to end it but he was controlling and possessive and it wasn’t going to be easy. I tried to say all the right things and encourage her to do what was best for her, and not stare at her chest too much.

When she pulled up out front of the apartment, she parked and we kept talking for a bit. Then a natural pause came in the conversation, that moment where you say your goodbyes and see you laters. But I didn’t get out of the car. I just looked at her and she looked at me, and that years-old attraction was obviously back. I invited her in. She refused.

“Why should I come in?” I told her we could have another drink, hang out, keep talking. “That’s all?” I couldn’t tell if she was being sincere or flirtatious. So I looked her in the eye and fucking went for it.

“I want to take you inside,” I said, “and fuck your brains out.”

She looked away, suddenly quiet. Fuck. I’d screwed up. “I can’t,” she said. She explained that even though things were bad with the new guy, she would never forgive herself if she cheated on him. I said some ambiguous bullshit about her needing to do what was best for her. And I told her if she didn’t want to do anything, she could just come in for that drink anyway, no pressure. I shouldn’t have brought it up.

She shook her head and refused to look at me. I felt like I’d really insulted her, I felt like a pig and monster to be completely honest. It was completely out of character for me to say something so forward. What was I thinking?

But then she whispered, “When you said that… I got this shiver down my spine. I’ve never felt my body react like that before.”

Holy shit. I told her I felt the same when I saw her walk into the bar a couple hours ago. It was like every part of me was screaming at me to rip this person’s clothes off. She started squirming in her seat, her breathing was all over the place. It didn’t take a genius to realize she was turned on like crazy.

So I reached out and brushed her hair over her ear. Caressed her face. Brought my mouth very close to her and whispered, “My cock is so fucking hard for you right now.” As I said it my hand had moved from her face to her neck. She put her hand up and touched mine. I thought she was about to pull it away. Instead, she put pressure on it – she was showing me what she wanted. So I clasped her throat, tight, choking her just a little, and kept going – “You remember my cock, don’t you Jen? You remember it fucking you? You remember how it felt inside you?” She nodded as best she could, gasping for breath.

That’s when I heard the clink of her belt buckle. We were sitting in her car, in the middle of a semi-busy street, late afternoon, still broad daylight, and she was unbuckling her jeans, ripping open the fly, and shoving her hand into her panties. She was fucking masturbating while I choked her and talked dirty to her… this fucking girl!

I could not have been more turned on, my dick was crying to get out, but I knew this moment was for her. So I kept going – “Do you remember the first time we fucked? Halfway through you remember what you did? You stopped me, and what did you do? What did you do?” I let up on her neck just enough for her to choke out a response: “I took your condom off.” Why? “I needed… to feel you. I wanted your… cum… in me…”

I pressed back down and shut her up. “You wanted my cum like a dirty little whore. But I didn’t cum in you did I?” She shook her head. “I fucked your cunt, I made you cum, and then I stopped.” She nodded her head, desperate. I could hear the slickness of her pussy as she rubbed herself. I knew her so well, I could tell she was getting close. “I got up, put you on your knees, and I shoved my thick cock into your mouth.” As I said it, I let got of her neck and shoved two fingers into her mouth. Her lips clamped on them instantly, her whole mouth sucking them back, greedy, hungry, aching, wishing she had my dick in her, forcing itself down her throat.

“Suck my cock… suck my cock you dirty fucking slut…” And with my fingers crammed into her mouth she moaned and convulsed and bucked and shivered – cumming hard and savoring every moment of it. Her jaw went slack and I slowly removed my hand, a trail of her spit landing on her chin, glistening like it really was a rope of cum.

She looked at me, half broken, her body still shaking, and just said, “Fuck.” She zipped up her jeans and wiped the spit off her chin. “Sorry…”

“For what?” I asked.

“I don’t know… I didn’t mean to… I don’t know.” She looked at my crotch and could see my cock pressing at my jeans. “I still can’t… you know, cheat.” I laughed, and so did she. But I guess she was right. It wasn’t really cheating.

“So that’s it?” I asked.

“Yeah. That’s it.”

And it was. For that day…

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