Convincing my boyfriend to fuck me with his ex in the next room [FM]

*Yes, I am a petty bitch.*

I am on weirdly good terms with the bulk of my exes. I had hooked up with like 20% of my wedding party.

My secret? I don’t think of them as exes. If they’re my friends, I treat them as I would any other friend, meaning I want them to get laid and support their new relationships.

I don’t cut people off completely if feelings are still lingering, but I keep them at arms length until we can fully make the transition. Sometimes that never happens.

*So like… if my ex would get weird being around my new boyfriend, we’re not ready to be friends. That’s generally my standard.*

Anyway, I started dating a guy who was also friends with his exes, and I loved it. I took it as a sign of maturity.

On our fifth date he was like “Ok, I have to tell you, my ex girlfriend is staying on my couch. She’s friends with my roommate and he invited her until her new place is set up.”

I cannot tell you how little I cared. I was like, “Cool. So we’re going back to your place still right?”

We get back and she’s a little off. I can usually win most people over but she’s very cold. She also makes a comment about what I’m wearing (I don’t want to brag but I was dressed like a common whore), and tells a few too many stories about when her and my boyfriend were dating.

It was weird. However, I have a confidence so unshakable it’s borderline irrational. I move on.

It’s late so my boyfriend and I pass out after making out for a bit. I don’t think much of it.

That weekend I stay over again and she continues to be a little weird. I’m going to be honest, I just chalk it up to her being a little weird.

So when my boyfriend and I go to bed, I don’t think much of it and start the natural order of seducing him. He stops me.

“Listen… I don’t think we should,” he says.

“Why?”

“Well my ex is in the next room.”

“Yeah. I met her. Y’all are just friends though right?”

“Um… Yeah.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“Would you have sex with your ex in the next room?”

“I would and I have. Many times. You know my best friend is my ex right? Do you know how many of my friends he has fucked?”

“That’s not disrespectful?”

“Do your friends generally not want you to get laid?”

He stops for a bit and gets a little odd. “Ok… She mentioned that she felt a little uncomfortable that you stayed over a couple of nights ago.”

*Im sorry…. Bitch says what?*

“So by your logic, your current girlfriend needs to be cool with your ex sleeping on your couch, but your ex isn’t cool with your girlfriend sleeping in your bed? And that’s why we’re not fucking?”

“Well… When you put it like that it doesn’t sound great.”

“It does not.” I got up to leave and started getting dressed.

“What are you doing?”

“I think we all feel uncomfortable now so I’m going to head out.”

He tries to dissuade me but I refuse and keep packing up to leave. Then he has the nerve to say, “Ok, what if we just stayed really quiet?”

*Like bro… have you ever heard me fuck?*

“No.”

“I don’t get you. Haven’t you had an ex and felt weird about seeing them with someone else?”

“Of course. I don’t sleep on their couches though.”

I bid him goodbye and told him to call me when his cock blocking ex isn’t sleeping on his couch because I don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable.

He calls me the next day and we go out to dinner. He tells me I’m right and says his ex is going to have to get cool about me being there or find another place to live. They apparently had a long talk about it earlier and she agreed to be cool.

To no one’s surprise when we go back to his place, she is not cool with me.

*Side note: I am GREAT with women. I have a very strong group of girlfriends and I dare say I love them more than my guy friends. I’m also genuinely a very nice person most people take to. She is just being horrible.*

She makes a comment about how she doesn’t smoke weed because she doesn’t want to be a drug addict and looks at me when she says it. She also comments on how she’s “just too skinny” to dress “sexual” like I do. Finally, she makes a comment about what my boyfriend is like during sex, and all inhibitions go out the window.

*I love Jesus, but I’m about to destroy this bitch.*

*Also, I’m sorry you find my miniskirt intimidating, but how else am I supposed to get finger banged under a table?*

I announce I’m going to bed and practically drag my boyfriend upstairs. He does not question me when I push him against the wall and take his shirt off. I make it a point to fall on my knees with a thud and pull his pants down.

And yes… you better fucking believe I deep throat the fuck out of his dick. I slam my head down and take him in so deep I start choking. I don’t even care. I suck through the damn pain.

*It’s real easy to deep throat out of revenge.*

“Describe it,” I pause to say.

“It feels fucking good,” he gasps.

So the problem is, he’s quiet.

“Can you bend me over the desk and fuck me?” I ask.

“Seriously?”

“You can spank me if you want.”

*This was before he knew I got really weird.*

“Um… are you sure?”

I strip down and bend myself over. “You can hit me as hard as you want, by the way. I’m really good at getting spanked.”

As it turns out this is the first time he has spanked a woman but he is a natural. More importantly, he hits me hard enough to echo through the room and I smile every time he pulls his hand back and smacks me. When I get sore enough to start crying he asks if I want to stop, and I tell him to keep going until he can see handprints or a bruise.

*Oh yeah… I say this VERY loudly.*

“I really want to have sex with you,” he finally says.

“No… but you can fuck me.”

*I say that very loudly too.*

My normal sex voice is more of a series of whimpers, but I went full on porn star when he slammed into me. I told him how good he felt and said he could do whatever he wanted to me.

When I came I slammed my hands on the table and he held me down as he finished.

I then went to the kitchen with nothing but his shirt on to grab water.

She moved out the next day.

*For the record, she also tried to make out with him like a year later. My instincts were correct here.*

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