I [M] had an ongoing kinky affair with my ex-FWB [F] and I can’t get it off my mind
I’m a mid 40s guy, 5 ft 9, 155 lbs fit. Shaved head and blue eyes. Tattooed and well endowed. Professional and confident. Some years ago now, when I was 30 & unattached in Southern California , I met a beautiful older lady [37] while out with friends one evening. By sunrise, before we even knew each other’s names, I had fucked her bare and she had swallowed my cum in a room at a very nice downtown hotel.
We ended up seeing (and fucking) each other for a couple of years, and our sex rapidly evolved into a more kinky adventure, as we came to realize we liked the same things and as we discovered more about ourselves together. Public play, exhibitionism, dirty talk …
The thing that got us hotter than any other was what can only be described as rough sex. Rising and falling in intensity and aggressiveness, tender even at times, before becoming fast and hard again. Always with the intuitive understanding between us that her poised professional conservative upper class demeanor was just a mask, beneath which she was a submissive whore, desperate to be fucked and bred by a man like me. Our dirty talk escalated, the first time I called her a dirty bitch while grinding the head of my rigid curved cock against her cervix, she squealed with such unrepentant arousal that I can hear it in my mind to this day. After that she begged me to call her a dirty little bitch during sex. Once while fucking her in her Lexus at a beach parking lot, car windows open, several people walked by and clearly saw us and heard her grunts and depraved words. I whispered a warning to her since she hadn’t noticed but she loved being seen, only became louder, breathlessly proclaiming how much she loved to feel my erect cock grinding inside her, begging me to fuck her deeper, to cum in her pussy. Her bare toes were up against the car roofliner when she climaxed and ejaculated all over us and the rear leather seat. So much it was pooled around my knees. I drove home without a shirt so she could use it to wrap around her waist, as her skirt was soaked thru. Pulling her head back by her hair. Spanking her pink bottom red. Swelling and throbbing and pulsing and pumping warm cum into her pretty pussy over and over again.
Sexually our experience together was so incredibly intense. But in the end that’s all we really had. Eventually we split up and after a while I ended up married to another woman. But my ex-FWB continued to reach out every so often byvtext, to say happy birthday etc, very casually.
A few years later, after much life BS, I find myself separated from my wife, with her going thru a painful mid-life-crisis like thing that to this day I don’t really understand. At one point she told me she wanted out, that she didn’t love me. But she never really articulated it beyond that. It was very hurtful and felt so incredibly unfair, the way she made me feel like I was crazy, like I was the one doing the other wrong, making things up that never happened so she could criticize and blame me. I wanted and tried to help make it work, but once it became clear there was no hope, I focused on my job and accepted the reality of it, stopped returning her messages while I got my head around getting a divorce. This resulted in her realizing her mistake and reaffirming her love, and I begrudgingly accepted her apology (after all it’s a commitment). But she continued to stay with her parents for a while and I was on my own with a fucked up marriage I didn’t know how to unfuck. I definitely wasn’t interested in spending time with other women.
But of course this is the time my ex decides to see what’s up with me. I was at a company event at an MLB ballgame with coworkers. She sends me photos of her swimming in Hawaii, looking very foxy in a two piece. So I complement her politely on looking great, and the next several messages are of her delicious naked body. Posing and touching herself and leaving no alternative explanation for her motives.
We exchanged dirty messages for a week or so and in the end I decided I just didn’t want to do the right thing anymore. I went to her house to see her. She was even sexier than she had been before, in a casual dress and sandals, hair soft and fragrant, and no panties on her cute bottom. She told me she hadn’t been with another man since we parted ways (7 years earlier). That she belonged to me, that she considered herself my sexual property. Our sex was even hotter than before, rough and sensually dirty. Never rough enough to hurt anyone of course, but the way she kept begging me to spank her harder made me wonder if it might leave a mark. She got really into anal sex once she realized how much she liked me touching and licking her little pink bottom. God she cursed and begged like a whore, my whore she liked to say. How much she loved feeling a rigid hard well endowed man fill her up and bottom out way up inside her. Loud enough for the neighbors to hear, I think she loved them knowing her secret slutty side. Sometimes I would just grind naked inside her and we would say dirty things to each other, until the intensity ratcheted up again. Explicitly with no other expectations, she only made me promise to continue fucking her. Afterward she would go have dinner with her rich friends with my cum running down her thigh.
I’ve since moved to another city, and after 5 years I don’t know what became of her. But I confidently expect that she still considers herself my sexual property, and if we were to cross paths I’d feel compelled to indulge her. I think we both realized how much we liked the dom/sub dynamic. Goddamn how I miss having a naughty friend in my life.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hw5bn0/i_m_had_a_kinky_ongoing_rendezvous_with_my_exfwb_f