A post on here about former partners brought back a long buried memory of my ex and the circumstances of our split. This all took place 30 years ago and at the time it hurt...I mean it REALLY hurt. But with time things heal and I realise now that the events over those days in May of 1991 fuelled my sexual tastes today.
To put the story into context I was working in a huge multi-national company and had a very well paid job. I was only 20 and had a very good lifestyle. I had met my ex one summer day in 1990 and she was STUNNING.
I had gone to fill in for an absent colleague who did work in the office my ex worked in.
I had begun the tasks that were needed and a very hot blonde in a micro skirt , heels and a white blouse walked up to me . I will call her Jen. She introduced herself and handed me some papers and on the top was a sticky note with her name and internal phone number 43664 ( I still remember it to this day. She said call me .
I went back to my office and picked up my phone and dialled. Her very friendly voice answered and we arranged to go for a drink the following day which was a Saturday. I remember the day dragging and when 7 came around I was like a kid at Christmas. We met at a rather grotty pub. She looked amazing. She had spray on jeans and a blouse. We chatted easily and decided to go for a meal. We went in my car , leaving hers behind in the pub car park. She said she knew a good place . She gave directions and on arrival I quickly realised that the place in question had shut down. The carpark was empty and s were coming out of the tarmac. She smiled and said she hadn't realised. We both laughed and she leaned in to kiss. We made out for over an hour. She gave me an amazing blow job. We left and found a burger bar as we were both starving.
Our relationship moved quickly and we became engaged shortly after new year 1992 |
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So after the buzz of the engagement we settled into wedding planning. We visited Dress shops , estate agents and started putting things in place. Winter turned into spring and she started to become more distant. Dates planned were cancelled and what little intimacy was rushed and used as a control mechanism.
In the early part of may I was at my desk working away trying to concentrate but failing. I'd had cross words over lunch with her and felt bad. At 5pm I got in my car and drove the few minutes to her office block. This is something I rarely did as she often had odd finish times. I arrived in the car park and it was emptying rapidly as it was the Friday before a bank holiday. Her car was nowhere to be seen. I figured she was out on time and I'd missed her. As I did a three point turn her colleague waved at me and said if you're looking for Jen she went to the old archive on an errand around half hour ago. The archive was a old 30s building that all the company papers were stored in. It was unmanned and truth be told a dumping ground. I thanked the lady and drove over to the building. I pulled into the carpark and almost hidden in the back , obscured by the overgrown hedges were two cars. One of these was her car. Although I knew what I was going to find I tried to tell myself that it was innocent. I parked out of sight and Walked over. Her car was empty but the second car was moving slightly. In the back seat man was fucking my near naked fiance. I was glued to the spot unable to move or cry out. He was pounding her and she was clearly lost in pleasure. His hand was pulling her tits. All of a sudden she opened her eyes and cried out . He stopped and followed her gaze to me.
He had clearly cum in her and spunk was dripping off his softening cock. He dove forward and locked the doors. She was hysterical and trying to dress ...all in a mk1 ford fiesta. It could not have been more surreal. My first thought was to rip his head off and display as a trophy. Common sense won out . I got in my car and drove off.
I drove home and as I got in the phone rang. She was sobbing on the other end. She said she only intended to set things straight with him as he kept asking her out. She said it got out of control and it was a one off and she'd never cheat again. I kept calm and said I didn't want to talk today and that I'd meet her the following day to see if we could salvage anything.
We met the following day and she couldn't keep my gaze. I said I think it's over . I said keep the ring and anything else I bought. I walked away and left her crying.
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A few months went by and I was out with mates in a local pub I'd decided to quit the job and go to university . I'd got a great payment as they wanted redundancies. We were all laughing and drinking . I was in pretty good shape. As the evening wound up we decided to move on when in the pub walked a couple of guys that used to work with my ex. To say they were cunts was a mass understatement. One walked over and said shame about you and Jen . I said it's history. He said she's moved on. I looked puzzled and he pulled three Polaroid pictures from his pocket. They showed my ex and several guys . She was fucking and sucking at least three of them . My mate knew he was baiting me and what was going to happen next. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the pub. In the background the cunt shouted this was my birthday treat in April. I was gutted all over again.
Sorry for the long lead in but it was necessary for the final part.
So two decades later I found myself married with kids and settled. I was on a lunch break when I saw Jen on the other side of the road. Her long hair was gone , replaced with a short bob. Shed put in a few pounds and was in jeans and a hoodie. She caught my gaze and for a brief moment thought about walking on but instead she crossed the road and smiled. All the feelings I had were gone but I was curious to see how things had played out for her. She told me a synopsis of how she had married the guy with the fiesta and had two kids with him. He cheated and they divorced. She was now in a council flat . She asked if I'd ever like to go for coffee. I said ok . We exchanged numbers and I went on my way.
About half hour later a text popped up with her number asking if I'd go to hers for lunch tomorrow. |
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The following day I told my staff I was out for the afternoon and to text or leave voice mail. I went to the flat and she answered the door. She had put a dress on and looked closer to the woman I remembered. We chatted and laughed. As the coffee was d*unk I told her about the incident in the pub and the pictures. She was horrified. I said that by now they would have faded. She asked how I felt and I said angry at first and then really turned on. She got up and knealt down in front of me. Her gaze never left me. I said this isn't a good idea , I'm married. She said I owe you this. She took out my cock and started to play with it with her tongue. She knew just what to do. All thoughts of fidelity were swept from my head. Her mouth was working magic on my cock and all I could think about were the pictures in the pub. She paused and looking up said did they turn you on?
I then stood up and grabbed her and marched her over to the arm of her couch. I pulled her skirt up and her thong to one side and pushed my cock into her soaking pussy. between moans she said I bet you wish you were one of those guys? I just kept fucking. I pounded her and kept going. I began to run out of steam and pulled out . I pulled her up and pulled the dress over ger head. She was bra less and her tits were much bigger than twenty years before. I sat down and she guided me into her pussy. She bounced up and down . She said did it make you angry that my pussy wasn't yours alone? I grabbed her arse and moved her up and down faster and faster while sucking on her tit. I sucked the flesh so hard I gave her a love bite. After a few minutes of this I couldn't hold back and burst in her. We both panted. Sweat pouring from my brow. She looked down at her tit and said you fucking bastard. How can I cover that up? I just laughed. She went to slap me and I grabbed her hand. I moved forward and started snogging her . Thrusting my tongue against hers. I released her hand and she grabbed my head and for a brief moment it was passion. |
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