[MF] [Cheating] I wasn’t going to London (part 5 – finale)

**Heads up:** I originally started this story way back in September last year. I rattled through parts 1 to 4 fairly quickly (links in comments) but then real life got in the way and the story took a back seat. I promised myself I’d finish it early this year – and here it is, the conclusion. I’d suggest dropping to the comments and reading parts 1 to 4 first, even if you already did, just to remind yourself how we got here. And if you’re here for the first time, welcome! Either way, I hope you’ve enjoyed this story and I’d appreciate feedback in the comments.
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**Previously:** My girlfriend Lori has left me, after discovering the full truth of my three day Sicily sex holiday with my friend with Snapchat benefits, Sophie. Lori fucked me one final time before she took her packed bag and left before I woke up the next morning. Freshly single, I ponder my next move…

**TL;WTS?** A couple of dividers away in the section headed “two days later”
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It was a good job I’d taken the whole week off work. I sat in the front room, idly flicking through TV channels and trying to weigh up what had gone on over the last three days.

I’d punished Lori’s years of inattention and recent dry spell by flying to the Med to meet a girl just to fuck her as much as possible – mission accomplished, certainly – but I’d failed to get away with it. The graphic detail of my deception last night aroused Lori (somewhat against her will, you would imagine) to a point where she had to fuck me one more time – a controlling, urgent hatefuck of a goodbye – and now she was gone.

I’m not going to sit here and say I didn’t deserve it. At the same time, though, I’m not entirely sorry. This was always coming – I just hastened the inevitable and perhaps added some acrimony to proceedings at the same time.

One thing was immediately clear – the house was a lot quieter without her. I thumbed the channel up button on autopilot, watching the endless dirge of daytime TV flicker past with each press. If Lori were here now she’d probably grab the remote and leave it on some sub-par Jeremy Kyle shite, while I’d fight to be anywhere else, or watch anything else. It’s funny how you realise some arguments were actually funny when you know you won’t have them any more.

I was distracted from my zombie-like channel surfing when my phone lit up.

It was her.
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*Two days later…*

The morning sun shone in through a crack in the curtains, landing across my face. I shielded my eyes, got up and pulled the gap closed before getting back under the covers. The other side of the bed was empty, but I could hear movement elsewhere in the house. As I pondered getting out of bed and going to join her in the kitchen, I heard the creak of the stairs as she made her way back up.

“Morning.” She stood in the doorway, wearing just her robe, knickers and a smile. Her breasts hung free behind the robe, teasing me to get over there and open it. A cup in each hand. Coffee for her, no doubt – tea for me. She handed me my drink and I took a sip. Perfect. She put hers on the bedside table and sat down before opening the conversation.

“So, last night…”

“Last night”, I nodded. “Felt… different, didn’t it?”

“It did.”

“In a good way, though, right?”

“Oh god yes!” she laughed. “That wasn’t raw, or urgent, or because of a dry spell. It was passionate, and slow, and… I loved it.”

I smiled now. “Me too. It felt good, being with you again.”

A devilish smile passed across her face as she took the cup of tea from my hands and moved it to the bedside table. She was bent in front of me on all fours now, and I couldn’t resist looking down her robe. “Feel like going again?”

I pulled her in close for a kiss. As our lips met, my hands moved to her shoulders and slid the robe off, leaving her once again in just knickers. They came off pretty quickly too.

We were kneeling now, and my fingers stroked down her arms, across her belly and up until each hand held a breast, gently squeezing and caressing the flesh as my thumbs circled her nipples. Our tongues wrestled as we moaned happily into each other’s mouths. I moved my head down to a nipple and sucked on it hungrily while my hands continued to squeeze and rub across her chest. She moaned and ran her fingers through my hair as I rolled my tongue around and over the nipple as it grew in my mouth.

I gently laid her down and continued my journey south after paying equal attention to her other nipple. Both of them stuck up in the air, hard enough to cut diamonds. I kissed my way down her chest, stomach and across her legs, teasing her as she lay naked, wriggling, trying to put my lips and tongue where she wanted them.

Eventually I gave in to her pleading and started licking her already wet pussy. Her fingers grabbed at my hair again as she whispered and moaned in pleasure. As I licked slowly up towards her clit and prepared to add a finger to the mix, I heard her say “stop”.

She had me lie down and climbed over me into a 69. I was to experience two of my favourite things at once – a blowjob at one end and a pussy on my face at the other. I waited until I felt the heavenly sensation of her mouth taking me in before I lowered her onto my waiting lips and tried to focus at least some of my attention on her pleasure instead of my own. For the next few minutes, the bedroom was filled only with moans and sighs of pleasure as we raced to get the other to give in first, and cum.

Her talented mouth won the race for her. Her hand and mouth worked together to ensure my whole cock was enveloped, and as she moved up and down she twisted this way and that. I was in heaven. I knew I wasn’t going to win this one so I just tried to hold off as best I could while my tongue licked across her folds and she moaned happily with me in her mouth.

As the point of no return approached I began to tense and my breathing began to quicken. She knew what this meant and she slowed her pace to delay the inevitable. When I came, I came hard. The first ropes flew out on a downward stroke, and I heard her gag a little as it hit the back of her throat. Every change of direction on her part was met by shot after shot, eventually slowing to a dribble just as I began to wonder if (and hope) it was never going to end. She got every drop, and purred contentedly as she swallowed me down and licked off the last drop leaking from my head.

Once I had nothing left to give, she sat up, fully focused on her own pleasure. She turned 180 degrees, and my eyes met hers. There was a hunger, a passion, and a need. I watched as she closed her eyes, tilted her head back and began to rock back and forth on my face, helping herself get closer. Her moans increased in frequency, duration and pitch until…

“Oh fuck… I’m gonna cum so ha…. yeeeeeees”

My face was soaked as she exploded into my lips. My hands squeezed her amazing ass cheeks as she rode out her orgasm across my face and I drank every drop of her juice I could manage.

She rolled off and collapsed onto the bed alongside me. We spent a few minutes just kissing, wordlessly, until my cock was sufficiently recovered. She straddled me again and this time lowered her wet pussy onto my once again hard cock.

She rode me like this for a few minutes, taking advantage of the fact I’d cum recently to up the speed a little, confident I could go the distance. She bent forward and shoved her tongue into my mouth. I met it with mine as I wrapped my arms around her back, stroking up and down as she bounced on me. I glanced down and watched her gorgeous breasts swinging with the movement.

We managed reverse cowgirl and missionary before, finally, while in doggy (a weakness. Always a weakness) I couldn’t hold on any longer. I still couldn’t cum inside her – she hadn’t sorted birth control yet – so I pulled out and shot my second, much smaller load onto her back and ass.

We fell onto the bed together, cuddling, and dozed off for a little while. I was woken suddenly by an alarm alerting me that it was time to go.
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I packed my things back into my bag. Another whirlwind of sex ending with me having to go home. This was us, though – for now. Sophie and I had given in to our feelings and we were going to try and make this work long distance until we worked out a way to close the gap.

I was split down the middle on the end result of my dalliance. I regret how it made things end with Lori. I don’t regret who it led me to.

“Same again next weekend?” I said, throwing my bag over my shoulder and preparing to leave for the train station.

“I’ll be here.” Sophie kissed me and hugged me, warmly.

She followed me to the front door and watched as I walked up the street. We were allowed to look back this time. I turned my head, returned her sweet, sexy smile, and wished it was Friday again already.
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*The End.*

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7sgzec/mf_cheating_i_wasnt_going_to_london_part_5_finale