Getting Divorced turned us into a Cuckold Couple [MF]

My ex husband and I got married young.  Probably too young, as we hit some rocky times almost immediately.  Of course, we deeply love one another, but there were some foundational issues that ultimately made our marriage suffer.  So, bittersweetly, we divorced young, though we still remain very close with each other.  

I’ve always been this sexual, flirty, open type of woman.  Was completely comfortable in my own skin, and frankly love male attention.  Bikini contests and even a brief stint as a stripper paid my college bills.  My ex, is more of a quiet reserved type. 

 While we were together, we used to play this game while we were out at a bar.  We’d go there, and I would sit by myself, him looking on from a distance.  A guy would approach me, and I would flirt with him, chat him up.  If we were at a club, I’d dance with him, in a very close, physical, sexual way.  My ex, would get off on this, just watching me all over this guy, just watching us.  At the end of the night, I used my marriage as an excuse and I parted ways with the guy.  I think the most I ever took it, was some heavy groping and a discrete lap dance.  Then when returning home, my ex and I would have the most passionate sex ever.  

The divorce itself was very amicable.  We still are very good friends, marriage was just not right for us.  But personally, and emotionally, I was a wreck.  A mid-20s divorcee wasn’t something I planned.  One night, I was at this bar by myself, just trying to drink things away.  By coincidence, my ex showed up at the bar too.  We saw each other, he probably saw that I was tipsy and offered to take me home.  But honestly, I didn’t want to deal with it.  So we left each other alone, honestly I was expecting him to just leave the bar.  But he stayed to make sure I was going to be okay.  Anyways, a little while later, this guy approached me.  Cute, but completely not my type.  He’s this burly tattooed lumberjack kind of guy.  I’m this lululemon, starbucks kind of girl.  Honestly, I just wanted to drink alone, but again he was very confident.  So what the hell, why not.  

So we’re chatting, and I’m tipsy.  And very flirty, and sexual with the lumberjack.  There’s this surprise sexual chemistry between us.  My ex texts me, obviously seeing what’s going on .  No jealously, just concerned for my safety.  Ugh, I didn’t want to deal with him, so I just brushed him off.  Yes, I’m fine.  So I turned back to the lumberjack and just continue flirting and stuff.  Then the inevitable moment comes, when the lumberjack asks “Hey, do you want to get out of here?”  When I was married, that’s when I would bail.  The game has ended.  But fuck, I’m not married anymore.  And I do love male attention.  And honestly, I kind of wanted to be selfish and hurt my ex.  So, that’s when I said, “Yes, let’s go back to my place.”  

I was too tipsy to drive, so I rode in his truck.  We were driving to my crash pad (failed Airbnb experiment).  I’m texting with my ex, he’s making sure I’m okay.  And I just told him that we’re going back to the Airbnb.  Again, I didn’t need to tell my ex that, but maybe I just wanted to twist the knife a little.  Once we got to the Airbnb and inside, I excused myself to freshen up.  Kept on ignoring my ex’s texts, as I basically strutted back out, met the lumberjack and began to make out.  I have to admit, that felt fucking good.  It felt good to be in the arms of a man, to feel love, and small, and dainty.  Yeah, that’s the wine talking but you know what I mean.

We eventually find our way into the bedroom.  We’re about to fuck, and that’s when my ex calls me.  For whatever reason, I pick up, but don’t say anything.  Just left my phone on speaker, on the table.  Deep down, I knew my ex would enjoy this.  In this machoistic way, he would love listening.  He doesn’t hang up, and the lumberjack just slides in and I let out this unnecessarily loud moan.  I have to admit, he was a very good fuck.  No, great fuck.  Maybe I enjoyed it so much because it was my first divorcee fuck.  Or revenge fuck.  Or I just wanted to be used and fucked that night.  I don’t know, I don’t care.  I’m sure my ex heard everything.  The screams, the moans, the squeals, his balls slapping against my ass.  All of it.  At the end of it, he deposited my first creampie ever, and it was simply divine.  

Almost as soon as his last pump inside of me, he started to clean himself up.  Early morning tomorrow, lol, blah blah.  Okay, that’s fine, I get it.  So I gave him my number, and he left the Airbnb.  And yes, my ex was still listening.  And I asked him to come over.  Apparently, he was in his car, outside, just listening.  He probably crossed paths with the lumberjack on his way in.  When my ex saw me, he probably saw this hot mess of his marriage, his ex wife.  Filled to the brim with cum.  The first thing he did was go down on me.  Then we had the most amazing sex ever.  Ever.  It was intense.  Sex that forever changed me, that type of sex.  

So today.  I’m still divorced.  My ex is still my ex.  We still are very close with each other.  But we both have this ‘second marriage’ of sorts.  This cuckold marriage.  Where we still play this bar flirty game with random guys.  But now, at the end of the night.  Instead of stopping, because of our marriage.  I continue and fuck them, because of our ‘marriage’.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ynvkap/getting_divorced_turned_us_into_a_cuckold_couple