So, with asshole ex-boyfriend thoroughly pissed off, hopefully humiliated, and maybe –just maybe—a little wiser (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7iw6dw/mf_revenge_on_cheating_ex/), I still had something left to do. I had exchanged a few post-hook-up texts with my neighbor, and it was clear we both enjoyed our get together.
So, the next morning—Sunday—I sent him another text: “My remote is broken again. Can you come take care of it again?” His reply was instant: “Just hopping in shower—will be there in 15 minutes.” I showered quickly as well.
It wasn’t 15 minutes until I heard a knock. I answered the door in my towel (what was the point in putting on clothes?). He was slightly more dressed—just gym shorts and a t-shirt. I could see he was excited to see me again—no mistaking the swelling cock in his shorts.
Why mess with success? As I did the day before, I reached out and took hold of him by the cock and led him to my room. He was rock hard again after that short trip across my living room. I let my towel fall away, and he pulled off his shirt. As soon as I was laying back on my bed, his face was buried in my wet pussy.