I spent a day with my ex...
I’d been married for five years. To those around me, I’m
sure everything seemed to be picture perfect. I knew that
not to be true, because internally I longed for something
my marriage could never offer… Darrin, my ex! He had been
everything to me. My first boyfriend, my first kiss, my
first sexual experience…I think you get the point. I’d
never been able to let him go. At that time, Darrin played
hockey in another country. Every spring he returned home
and every spring I anticipated his return as if it were to
me. That year I decided that I could no longer tolerate the
plutonic atmosphere I pretended to accept.
A week after Darrin came home, I invited him to meet me for
coffee. Nothing new…we had met as friends many times since
I had gotten married. However, seeing him this time only
intensified my desires and keeping my hands to myself was
almost an impossible task. I listened to him talk of his
year away but quickly became preoccupied with my own thoughts
of indiscretion and fantasy. When I realized how increasingly
wet my pussy had become in his mere presence, I uncomfortably
confided in him my underlying sexual intentions for requesting
our meeting. Without a word and much to my surprise he stood
up, took my hand and led me out to his truck. Before I could
say anything he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me
with the passion I had fondly remembered and so desperately
missed. He opened the door and ushered me in. We held hands
in silence as he drove out of the parking lot. I didn’t know
where we were going, but the smile on his face and the bulge
in his jeans led me to believe that he wasn’t taking me home.
As we pulled up to his apartment and we both giggled at the
thought of what was about to happen. We hardly got through
the door to his suite before our hands began to ferociously
explore one another and our lips and tongues became entwined.
I was mesmerized by his touch. We spent but a few moments
standing in his living room groping each other before progressing
the couch. We left a trail of clothes behind us, removing
what we could without stopping. My body shivered when I
grab his cock through his jeans. I had reluctantly become
accustom to my husband’s indescribably small penis and
was reeling at the thought of once again having Darrin’s
ten inches of rock hard cock inside me. I quickly unzipped
and removed his jeans and lowered him to sitting on the couch.
I kissed and nibbled my way up his muscular thighs and hastily
took the head of his cock into my mouth. He started to moan
when the warmth of my tongue began moving up and down his
shaft. I massaged his balls with one hand and synchronized
the other hand with the movements of my mouth on his cock.
His hips thrust forward as to fuck my face and his cock slipped
down my throat…I gagged a little. He knew he had too much
cock for me to fully take orally and eased back a bit. Never
the less, I still wanted to swallow his first load. I swirled
my tongue around his head and proceeded to suck him as hard
as I could. He held my head and shot his load. My now dripping
pussy ached for him. I licked up every drop before he leaned
forward, grabbed my shoulders and laid me down on the plush
carpet beneath us. While removing the last of my clothes
I could sense his desire to feast on my pussy and willing
spread my legs. I always kept my lips shaven and my mitt perfectly
trimmed. He smiled with approval and enthusiastically
kissed his way down my stomach, using one hand to alternately
massage my nipples. I could feel his breath on my pussy as
he took a moment to gaze at my hard clit poking out from under
its hood. Knowing not to over stimulate it he immediately
plunged his tongue deep into my pussy instantly resulting
in a reciprocal orgasm. He greedily slurped and licked
at all the juices dripping from inside me. He used his fingers
to spread the juices to my ass. He flirted with my hole, which
was something that my husband never did, so it was unfamiliar
to me. He picked up on my apprehension and sat up. His erection
had returned. Holding out his hand he helped me to my feet
and led me over to his bed. He began kissing me deeply stopping
only to turn me around. He nibbled and kissed my neck knowing
how much I loved it. It drove me wild. He was a skilled lover
and needed no words to carry out his intentions. He tenderly
massaged my shoulders…I could feel his cock prodding into
my back. He coaxed me to all fours and slowly entered me from
behind. The pain of his length soon turned to pleasure.
I felt his balls slapping my clit with his forward thrusts.
Darrin had always had amazing control over his stamina
and could go for as long or as short a time as he wanted. I begged
him to never stop. I reached down to massage my clit. I quivered
uncontrollably as I reached another orgasm. He turned
me over, lifted my legs up and around his shoulders. He thrust
so deeply into me that I screamed in a fit of pain and pleasure.
I had never forgotten our time together but I don’t recall
the unbelievable nirvana that I was experiencing right
then. I arched my back and met each movement. He was relentless
and pounded my pussy until finally I felt his entire body
stiffen and jerk in ecstasy. He shot load after load of his
hot cum deep inside me. When he slowed down, I slipped my
legs down from his shoulders and he fell beside me on the
bed. Our bodies were limp. We simply laid there…panting
in exhilaration.
It’s been three years since that day. I am still married
to the same man and Darrin has now too become married. But,
once year…we meet for more than just coffee.
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