This story involves cheating from both parties.
The last girl I dated in the town I grew up in was a great girl but I was leaving and she wasn’t so it wasn’t meant to be. We talked sporadically after I’d left but she’d started dating a guy before I left town whom she ended up marrying and I wanted to keep my distance. I married a great woman and started a family in my new home.
Years later a received a Snap message from my ex, we’ll call her A, out of the blue. It was a selfie of her, nothing slutty, just a full-face selfie of herself with one of those filters on. She was gorgeous and reminded me of my attraction to her. She immediately apologized, explained it was for a friend who’s name was right above mine on her contact list (*right*), and told me to ignore it. I told her it wasn’t an issue and not to worry.
We started casually chatting and over the next few days it turned very flirty and then it evolved into full on sexting. It was exciting, dangerous, and fun but that’s all it was. Sexting.
Until I had to travel for work training to my hometown for two weeks. I told her to test the waters she she immediately said we should have a drink but made it clear it was only for a drink. I agreed and on Friday night she met me at the bar of the hotel I was staying at. She was wearing a dress that was more of a statement than a fashion item and when she went to kiss my cheek I turned my head at the last second and our lips met for a quick peck. She pulled away and smiled confirming what I’d known all along; this was going to be more than a drink.
A is Mexican, long curly black hair, not much of a chest but an ass that would stop traffic. As we sat at the bar and shared a drink it was like it was before I left, fun and flirty with lots of touching. After three drinks I asked if she’d seen the rooms in this hotel, she’d admitted she hasn’t so being a gentleman I invited her to see mine. She agreed and led the way to the elevator making sure to stop more than once and causing me to bump into her with her pressing back into me each time.. Once in the elevator I pressed her against the wall and we made out like rabid teenagers. She threw her leg up and hooked it around my waist which I reached down and grabbed rubbing me hand high up her thigh and our tongues wrestled. The elevator dinged for my floor and we made our way to my room.
“What about your husband?” I asked before we hit my door.
“I’m here visiting some girlfriends.” She smiled as I opened my door and we fell into my room. It was just a few minutes before I was sitting on the edge of the bed and she was on her knees in front of me in nothing but her thong as she sucked my thick 8 inches. My hand gripped her hair tightly as she gave me a world-class blowjob and swallowed every last drop of my cum.
I kissed her hungrily before I threw her onto the bed and pulled her thong down her legs. It’s here that I’d dare to admit that when I dated her I wasn’t the best at cunnilings but I had improved those skills dramatically since then and it wasn’t long before her fingers were gripping my hair tightly pulling my face harder against my sex as I licked and sucked her clit and fingered her right pussy. I gripped the tops of her thighs tightly as she came against my face screaming in ecstacy.
“Where did you learn that. Wait, don’t tell me.” She panted before pulling me up to kiss her again. I always appreciated this about her that she almost seemed to want to taste herself on me. I’d been able to get hard again while I ate her out so I easily slid inside of her causing both of us to moan lockdown l loudly. She wrapped her legs around me and pushed herself off of the bed causing me to sit back with her in my lap while she bounced on my cock and we passionately made out.
We had about a decade of fucking to work out of our systems and we did just that over the weekend. We ordered a few pizzas, raided the minibar in my room and fucked on every surface of the hotel in almost every position imaginable. We’d fuck, cum, take a breather to watch TV or eat, fooling around in some way, shape, or form in the interim, and then going again. Both of our spouses called a few times during the weekend which is when we’d stop except for the time she blew me while I was talking to my wife.
Sunday afternoon came and she had to leave leading to a particularly passionate fuck before she had to leave. We said our goodbyes and she left leaving leaving with a gentle kiss. My dick was tender for two days after which was tough because we still sexted and I couldn’t imagine rubbing one out after the full two day workout. I made the mistake of admitting that to her which spurred her on more. We toyed with the idea of her coming again before I left but couldn’t make it work. Maybe next time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/js0qyq/mf_the_exgirlfriend