Becca Bellamy
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A Date with Her Ex-Boyfriend
🕑 Added 2023-08-19 05:30:25 +0000 UTC“Honey, you’re being paranoid,” your wife says.
She’s naked and standing in front of the bathroom mirror as she painstakingly does her hair and makeup.
“You’re having dinner with your ex-boyfriend and you’re spending more time on your hair and makeup than you do when we go out. I don’t think I’m being paranoid,” you say.
Your wife puts down the curling iron and walks over to you. She wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you close. You run your hands over her back. Her soft skin feels so good.
She looks up at you and says, “I’m not going to lie. I’m trying to look good. Obviously. It’s not because I want to fuck him, though. I want him to feel like he made a mistake breaking up with me. I want him to be jealous that I’m with someone else now. I don’t want to fuck him though. Okay?”
“Okay. Sorry for being paranoid,” you say.
You were being paranoid. You saw her putting in so much effort for him and figured something was going on. She managed to calm your nerves and you’re happy to spend the night watching TV, right up until she walks out of the bedroom in a tight, low cut dress, high heels, and stockings.
You don’t say anything, but now you’re convinced something is going on. It has to be more than a simple date to catch up and reminisce about old times.
You give her a kiss goodbye and a few minutes head start before grabbing your keys and heading to the restaurant she’s supposed to meet him at. You park across the street, figuring that she’d spot your car in the lot and know you were spying.
Figuring it would be insane to go into the restaurant and spy on your wife, you wait in the car, telling yourself that if anything is going to happen it will be somewhere a little less public.
An hour later, you’re regretting leaving the house so soon. There’s only so much entertainment to be found on your phone and you’re bored enough to risk taking a quick trip into the restaurant to see if you can spot your wife and her ex.
That’s when you see her come out. Her ex is better looking than you expected – you’ve only seen him in old pictures – and you’re instantly jealous. They’re laughing as they walk across the parking lot and you hope the fact that you’re parked under a tree and out of the light is enough to hide your presence.
It seems like you’re watching two friends conclude an enjoyable dinner as they reach your wife’s car. They’re still talking. They laugh every once in a while. Neither seems nervous or like they’re planning a move.
Then he reaches for her hand. She lets him take it. He rubs his fingers over hers. The conversation stops and they look at each other. Something is definitely happening, but it’s not clear if it’s going to go any further.
He leans forward and your wife welcomes his kiss. Their lips meet as his hands move to her hips and hers move to the back of his head. It’s more than just a kiss. There’s real passion there. You can tell there’s tongue.
You know you should be angry. You can’t say for sure that your wife left the house knowing this would happen, but she’s certainly not fighting it. She’s making out with her ex-boyfriend and it seems like she’s enjoying it quite a bit.
You’re not angry though, at least not entirely. There’s another feeling that’s stronger than any anger could be. You’re aroused. You’re watching your wife kiss another man and you’re getting hard. You’re watching him squeeze her ass and you can’t stop your dick from getting stiff.
You know you should get out of the car, slam the door, and storm across the street. You should scream at your wife and punch her ex-boyfriend. You should do those things, but you can’t. More than any of that, you want to masturbate. You want to pull out your cock and stroke as you watch your wife openly, eagerly fool around with someone else across the street.
She parked in the corner of the lot, giving them considerable privacy. That’s why her ex doesn’t have any compunction about playing with your wife’s tits through her dress. She seems to like it too, as she breaks the kiss to moan.
She surprises you by reaching between his legs and playing with his cock through his pants. Your wife is stroking another man’s dick in a public parking lot. No one else is around, thankfully, but she’s being insanely bold.
It turns you on, too. You don’t want it to, but you feel an almost overpowering sense of lust surging through you. The idea that your wife clearly wants this man has stirred up an intense array of emotions. You’re already leaking precum. You start to play with your cock through your pants, just like your wife is doing for him.
They’re kissing again. It’s somehow more vigorous. You’ve never seen anything like it. He pushes up the hem of your wife’s dress. You can see the tops of her stockings and her panties. Your wife’s ex boldly pulls them aside and pushes two fingers inside her.
She moans but quickly pushes his hand away. You figure it’s over. You’re relieved and disappointed at the same time. You were wrong though. It’s not over. She just wants to move it to the car.
Your wife hastily opens the back door and climbs inside. She pulls her ex-boyfriend in after her. You’re more disappointed than you were when you thought it was over. Now you can’t see anything. You consider getting out of the car and finding a spot in the parking lot to watch from, but quickly dismiss the idea. They’d almost certainly see you watching.
Just as your frustration is about to reach an untenable level, your phone rings. It’s your wife. Confusion reigns in your head.
You answer and offer a tentative, “Hello?”
She doesn’t say anything, but you hear something. There are grunts and what sounds like a belt buckle being undone. Did she accidentally call you?
“Here, let me just move my leg,” your wife says. There’s a pause. “There we go. Perfect.”
You hear the sounds of kissing. It dawns on you that you’re about to listen to your wife and her ex-boyfriend fuck in the back seat of her car. Your first instinct is to hang up the phone, but you quickly brush that idea away.
“Fuck me,” your wife says. “Please, fuck me.” She sounds desperate.
You look at her car as you listen, but there isn’t much to see. Occasionally you can detect a bit of movement, but it’s nothing compared to the show they put on earlier.
“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” your wife says. He’s inside her now. You know it.
The sound of sex is unmistakable. They both moan, groan, and grunt. You can hear their bodies meeting as he thrusts his cock into her over and over.
“You missed my cock, didn’t you?” he asks. You’re certain he’s wearing a confident smile as he does it.
“Yes. Fuck yes!” your wife cries out.
The sounds of sex get louder. He’s fucking her harder and faster. Her moans are coming quicker and they’re more exuberant. You’re furiously rubbing your cock through your pants. You don’t want to cum, but you can’t resist the urge to play with yourself.
“Does your husband fuck you like this?” he asks.
You stop stroking. For a second it feels like the world has stopped spinning. You’re almost certain you know what she’s going to say, but you need to hear it.
“No,” your wife says, confirming your fears. “He never has,” she continues. “No one has ever fucked me like you do.” You can’t tell if she’s serious or just trying to make him feel good. It certainly sounds believable.
Again you know you’re supposed to be angry and humiliated. Instead, all you can feel is arousal. You keep your hand off your cock. You’ll cum if you play with it, even through your pants.
Your wife is getting close to cumming. You know those noises. You know how her moans get faster and the tone lower.
“I’m cumming!” she cries out. “Fuck, I’m cumming!”
Another man just made your wife cum. You could have done something about it, but you chose to sit in your car and listen.
For a while, all you hear is heavy breathing. Then, your wife says, “That was incredible. I haven’t cum like that in years.” Your cock aches with desire.
You hear movement and look across the street to the parking lot. You see your wife’s back. They’re changing positions. She’s on top of him in the middle of the back seat. You have a view. It’s not a great view, but you can see her riding him.
“Your pussy is so tight,” he says as you watch your wife’s body move up and down.
“I haven’t had a cock as big as yours inside me in a very long time,” your wife says.
“You can have my cock anytime you want it,” he says.
Your wife moans and throws her head back. “Good,” she says. “Because I don’t think I could go back to fucking just my husband’s cock. I just can’t. I’d forgotten how good a big dick feels.”
That hurts a little, but you’re still overwhelmingly aroused. You still want to masturbate. You still want to cum while your wife tells her ex-boyfriend that he’s got a better cock than you do. What the hell is happening?
“I’m getting close,” he says.
“Cum inside me,” your wife urges him.
“Fuck,” he groans.
You watch your wife lean forward. It looks like she’s offering him her breasts. You know she loves having her nipples sucked while she’s getting fucked. You hear her moan. He must be doing it. He must be sucking her nipples while he’s fucking her pussy. That’s something you do. It turns you on to know she’s letting another man do it.
“I’m gonna cum!” he cries out.
“Give it to me,” she urges him in a lusty voice.
He groans loudly and your wife stops riding him. Another man is cumming inside her. You’re watching from across the street as someone else fills her pussy with his seed.
“You’re incredible,” he says.
Your wife leans forward and you hear them kissing. It sounds so passionate.
“I should get home,” she says. “We’re going to do this again, though, and in a bed. I’ll make sure we have plenty of time to play, too. I want your cock for as long as I can have it.”
He pulls his pants back up and your wife fixes her dress before they step out of the car. They exchange a quick kiss before she gets in the front seat. She doesn’t start the car though. Instead, she sits and watches him leave.
After he’s driven off, your wife looks across the street. She looks right at you.
“Did you enjoy the show, honey?” she asks.
She knew you were watching. She called you on purpose. Somehow she knew you wouldn’t stop her. She knew you’d watch and listen. You’re speechless, but she’s willing to wait.
“You deserve to orgasm, too. Why don’t you come over here? My pussy is already lubed and ready for another round. You don’t mind sloppy seconds, do you?” she asks playfully.
Lust takes over as you open the door and run across the street. You’re still hard. Your mind is awash in wild desire. You just want to be inside her.
Your wife steps out of the car and quickly moves to the back. She leaves the door open. When you arrive a few seconds later she’s on her back with her legs spread. Her panties are pulled aside and you can see her ex-boyfriend’s cum leaking out of her.
“Fuck me,” is all she says.
You quickly look around the parking lot before unzipping your pants, pulling out your cock, and climbing on top of your wife to fuck her cum-filled pussy.
