Fucked My Ex During a St. Paddy’s Day Party [MF][Cheating]

The recent holiday got me thinking about another story about Jana and I, this one takes place five years after the events of [my last story about Jana](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7einvf/moving_away_an_encounter_with_an_ex_before_i_left/)

Once in a while, when we were both horny we might exchange a few naughty text messages, engage in some light flirting and fantasizing, but that was about it these days. We lived in different cities and both had relationships here and there, but there was always still an animal attraction between the two of us. There were a couple times, though, that we ended up in the same place at the same time.

My west coast job hadn’t panned out. I’d lived out there for a couple years, decided the workload was too much for very little pay and moved on again. I was still pretty young and looking to chase dreams instead of money (oh to have that luxury!) so I sold everything that didn’t fit in my rusty SUV and hit the road with little more than my guitar and the clothes on my back.

I toured the south, stopped in Texas for a while, made enough money doing odd jobs to keep going and finally ended up on the East Coast after almost a year. Jana had gone to grad school in New York and, as I didn’t know anyone else, I called her up, asking for a place to crash. She had a boyfriend at the time, but agreed to let me stay for a couple of nights.

I tried to stay out of the way while I was there, I spent the days bumming around the city, killing time like only people with no money know how.

I had managed to get one show on the eve of St. Patrick’s Day. Jana came from Midwestern Irish stock and was planning on having an all day St. Paddy’s party at her house, to which I was invited.

I woke up that morning on the couch to Jana standing over me.

“Let’s go run an errand,” she said.

Being around her again had been fairly…frustrating. I think she took pleasure in wearing outfits that she knew would tease me when her boyfriend wasn’t around. Short shorts, thin old band tee shirts with no bra. Because of this frustration I had been sporting massive morning wood every morning. Trying not to wave it in her face, I said, “uh, yeah, just gimme a second.”

“Oh come on,” she said, “it’s not like I’ve never seen it before.” She gave me a sly wink and walked into the kitchen. “We’ve got to do some grocery shopping for the party today, let’s take your truck.”

She hadn’t lost a step since college. 5’5″ with a runner’s build, perky c-cups and an ass that fit just perfectly into my hands. It was torture watching her sway away in those tight jeans.

Taming my erection with the beltline of my jeans, I pulled a t-shirt over my head and we left for the market.

As we perused the aisles of the market, we idly chatted about life. After the better part of a decade spanning from dating to fuck buddies to friends, there were no taboo subjects between us. I asked about her boyfriend who hadn’t really been around since I arrived except for one night when he came over for dinner. He seemed like a nice guy, handsome but very bland. I was surprised that she had chosen someone so vanilla.

“Oh, he’s nice I guess,” she said distractedly, looking through the produce aisle, “I mean, I don’t know, the sex isn’t very good, and he certainly doesn’t have a…” I could have sworn she looked over at the bulge in my jeans, “anyway, I met him in the Hamptons, his family has a house there.”

“So he’s rich, that’s why you like him,” I teased.

She slapped me on the ass and we continued shopping. As we reached the checkout, I realized that we were falling into old habits, the odd touch at the small of her back, her arm going to mine as we laughed at an old inside joke. It was more reflex than anything, but it was turning me on again. I watched her unloading items from the cart on to the conveyor. She was wearing skinny jeans which showed off her shapely calves, strong, toned thighs, and accentuating her firm butt. No makeup, a comfortable, worn out tee shirt under her jacket. Her at her most beautiful.

I pushed these thoughts from my head as we returned to the house. Jana’s boyfriend as well as some of her girlfriends came over to help cook and, more importantly, to drink. We cracked a bottle of Jameson and sent a round of shots out to the room, someone put on the Pogues and we all became friends.

One of Jana’s friends, Fiona, was being particularly friendly with me, asking about my tattoos, talking about music and generally being flirty. She was cute, a little shorter than Jana with a more punk vibe. Bleached blonde hair, big boobs, leather jacket over an old Misfits tee. As I was actively trying to avoid thinking about the possibility of sleeping with Jana, I turned my attentions to Fiona, inviting her out to my show later that night.

Fiona and I were flirting back and forth when Jana walked out of her bedroom. She looked amazing. She was wearing a very tight, short green vintage dress with an orange sash and a neckline that perfectly accented her pert breasts, knee high socks and tan motorcycle boots. It took nearly everything I had to not openly let my jaw hit the floor and keep my attention on Fiona. She joined our conversation and made an offhand comment about our romantic history.

Just as she mentioned that, her boyfriend appeared, grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the bedroom. Fiona and I laughed it off because we were both half drunk and continued flirting. A few minutes later, Jana’s boyfriend emerged from her bedroom looking angry, he glared at me and stormed out of the apartment. Jana came out a few moments later, choking back tears. She walked straight to the kitchen and took a big swig from the Jameson bottle. I knew better than to interfere when Jana was in a mood like this. Momentarily she came back out of the kitchen and put another record on as if nothing had happened.

There was a tacit agreement between everyone at the party to simply not mention what had happened and we continued drinking. Fiona and I snuck off to the kitchen to do shots and sneak a kiss or two when we were alone. I don’t think Jana was pleased about this at all.

I went into the kitchen to grab another beer when Jana followed me.

“I need to show you something.” She said resolutely.

“Uh, ok,” I said innocently.

She grabbed me by the hand and brought me to her bedroom which shared a wall with the living room where everyone was drinking. As soon as she closed the door she kissed me full on the lips. With no time to react I let myself be pushed up against the door by her tight little body.

“Jana, I…” she grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the bed.

“I need you to fuck me, right now,” she said in a low voice. My cock rose to attention at this. She undid my belt buckle pulling my rapidly hardening member free. “I want to feel you inside me, please,” she turned and bent over the bed, flipping the hem of her dress up over her naked ass and looked back biting her lip.

I’d like to say that I deliberated about where the high road was, but a foggy head of Jameson sent me straight to the inevitable conclusion. Swiftly I plunged into her dripping pussy, she moaned into the pillow. “Oh god, yes, fuck me,” she murmured. I knew that if she got any louder, everyone in the next room would be able to hear us over the record player. She clearly did not care. I pounded into her just like I knew she liked it, she began a long moan into the covers of her bed, “fuck me hard, baby, yes. God I missed that big cock!”

I threw her dress up over her back and gave her ass a slap and she groaned. As I slammed her harder and harder up against the bead, her moans became louder and more high pitched, a sign that she was ready to cum. Only moments into our fucking she clenched her muscles around me and came hard on my cock. “Don’t stop fucking me!” She said, I was more than happy to oblige. I now knew that everyone at the party knew what was going on, but I didn’t care. I slammed into her sopping wet pussy, harder and harder, “Oh god yes! Fuck me baby!” She had another thunderous orgasm just after the first one had subsided. I reached under her and pulled her tits out of her dress, roughly pulling her nipples. “Oh yeah baby, f-fuck!”

A third orgasm rolled through her as she bucked her pussy against my rigid dick. I felt myself nearing orgasm, breathing heavier and heavier. “I want you to fucking cum in me,” she hissed. I gave a few more thrusts and plunged as deep as I could go, letting out days of frustration inside of her.

“God, I needed that,” she sighed. She then straightened her dress and we went back out to the party.

Everyone clearly knew what had happened but nobody mentioned anything. Fiona did not, however, continue to flirt with me.

And that was the last time I ever fucked Jana. I’ve got plenty more hot stories from my travels, but those will have to wait.

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