Cheated with exgf from distant past [MF]

First time telling this story- this happened 4 years ago, I was 35 at the time. My wife and I were in a bit of a sexual rut and I was craving excitement. One day at work for whatever reason, I decide to DM my ex from HS, who we’ll call Chloe. She was then 33, married with kids, like me. We broke up the summer after I graduated when I left for college. We remained friends afterwards, never really hung out, but sometimes ran into each other at bars and parties for a while. At the time, though, it had probably been several years since I had seen her (aside from Facebook). Based on her FB pics, I could see she hadn’t changed much and was still an extremely attractive 5’5” petite blonde B cup. She hadn’t lost the perfect legs and ass that I loved so much. I was also what most would consider attractive at a fit 5’10” 170.

So I send her a rather innocuous message about a movie I was watching that we had seen together. That’s all it took to get the ball rolling. We ended up having a ton to talk about, parenting, fitness, life in general. At first, neither of us mentioned anything about marital issues. We were both under the impression that it was rainbows and sunshine all around. But the more we talked, the flirtier we got. Then one day she opens up that she isn’t remotely happy in her marriage and no longer in love with her husband and hadn’t been for some time. Now this was definitely worse than my situation, which at the time was a roller coaster that could change week to week, but we connected with a lot of the same common issues.

Things moved pretty quick after that. We messaged each other most of the day and every few nights when it was safe. Our conversations ranged from overtly sexual, to very emotional. Eventually we started sending each other pics and masturbating simultaneously. (I guess I should mention that she was a virgin when we dated and we never had full on sex, just oral.) One day our dialogue could be straight up dirty… she would get so turned on while sitting at her desk at work that she would soak her panties, which was something completely new to her; another day I could be consoling her after a bad fight with her hubby. (Although I’m sure half of you consider me a scumbag, I was extremely careful to not say anything negative or hurtful about her husband. It was mostly just an outlet for her to vent and me reassuring her of her self worth.)

So we’re probably 3 or 4 weeks into it at this point. We are straight up CRAVING each other, but have yet to meet up. It was mutually agreed this this needed to happen and soon. We were able to figure out a day that worked for both of us and locked it in. The anticipation was off the charts.

The day finally came and as planned I called in sick to work. Unfortunately she couldn’t get the whole day off, but arranged to leave at lunchtime. We met up at a park that morning before she got to work and the first few minutes were somewhat awkward and full of nervousness, which I had predicted- she had always been sort of shy and reserved in person. We went for a short walk to a more private area of the park and after talking for a bit, relaxed and soon found ourselves passionately making out. Holy shit, did I miss kissing her! All the old memories came flooding back. We continued this as long as we could until she had to head to the office. My head was swimming as I drove off- the adrenaline, the endorphins… it was almost overwhelming. She expressed similar feelings as well.

Following that, I killed a couple hours at the gym, then went and checked into a hotel. Being a weekday, I had no problem grabbing an available room. That whole morning seemed to take an eternity, knowing what was in store for later. Because of her daily schedule, we were only able to buy ourselves about a 3 hour window, but I was committed to making it count.

Just after noon, she texted that she was on her way. I met her in the parking lot and we walked in together through the side door. I unlocked the room and we stepped in. She was obviously nervous again, but I embraced her confidently and just picked up where we left off that morning. It wasn’t long before clothing was being shedded and we found our way to the bed. The passion in our kissing and touching was off the charts. She was moaning and thrusting as I played with her absolutely gushing pussy, when she reached over and gripped my cock. The force at which she was squeezing and stroking it made me feel like my dick had never been touched before. Indescribable. Everything was straight up animalistic. This continued until I needed to get a break from the quickly building pressure I was incurring. I was certainly looking forward to getting my mouth all over her perfectly smooth pussy. (When we dated I was the first one to go down on her and give her some rather intense orgasms.)

Just like when we first kissed that morning, all those memories came rushing back when I once again experienced her taste and scent. I licked and fingered Chloe’s pussy like a man possessed. Her moans and screams were echoing throughout the room and she was thrashing on the bed while holding my head in between her legs. The combination of g-spot stimulation and alternating between sucking and tongue-flicking her clit culminated in a mind blowing, exorcist style orgasm for her.

As soon as she came down enough from that, she began pulling me to her, demanding I get inside her immediately. Thankfully I’m snipped, so I was able to experience her tight, soaked pussy bareback. Needless to say, she felt nothing short of amazing. She was so wet, there was literally no need to start slow. We fucked for about 10 minutes in various forms of me on top. She just wanted to be pounded. I could feel the scratch marks forming on my back as she pulled me into her. Soon, I desired a different view and we flipped over and she began riding me. Right away I knew that the countdown was on before I would come. The visual of her face and body, her tits in my hands… and the fact that she couldn’t slow the speed and speed and force at which she rode me even if she wanted to… meant that I had zero control over my own orgasm. It only took a few minutes of that and hearing her moan and she could tell I was getting close. Somehow she began fucking me even harder and telling me to she wanted my cum inside her. There is no doubt in my mind that was the hardest I ever came. The intensity was enough to trigger a second orgasm for her and we both peaked together before collapsing. I’m pretty sure I briefly lost consciousness.

We laid there snuggling and holding each other while taking it all in. I don’t recall much being said for a while. Honestly, I didn’t have the words to do it justice.

Under normal circumstances, I probably need ~45 minutes rebound time. That wasn’t the case that day. Within about 15 or 20 minutes, we were back at it. This time however, was more like love making- less animalistic, but somehow just as intense. Just slower and more deliberate. She gave me incredible head until I needed to be inside her again. We fucked doggie for a while and then transitioned to from behind in the spoon position. I played with her clit as we fucked until she came again loudly, which easily put me over the edge and I put a second load inside her.

By the time we returned to our senses from round 2, we realized that time had flown by. We cuddled and made out until the last possible minute. I walked her back to her car and we parted ways. I left that hotel shortly after feeling like a freaking god. That feeling ended up being validated later that night when she texted me saying she had never experienced anything close to that before and had no idea sex could be so incredible.

Over the course of the next two or three months, we met up 5 more times. Two of those were in hotels where we had at least a couple hours, two were time-restrained quickies in a parking lot where I rubbed her to orgasm in the front seat while she blew me. The other time was a bit chaotic, but ridiculously fun. We met up 3 times in the span of about 18 hours and fucked in the back of my SUV.

Things eventually kind of sputtered out after that. We still messaged each other a lot, flirted, etc, but never hooked back up. She eventually went on to get a divorce from her husband. Perhaps that’s one reason things didn’t continue- we were no longer in situations that mirrored each other’s. My situation ended up improving while hers deteriorated.

We still chat every now and then, it’s pretty platonic now. But I’d be lying if I said that if she wanted to hook up again that I would say no.

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