FIRST LOVE | REUNION | HOTWIFE | VOYEUR

My Ex Inside Me, Hubby Inside the Closet

Gary is back in town. How can I let the chance slip by?

“Penelope?”

I’m waiting for my coffee at Starbucks, and it takes me a split second to realize the one pronouncing my name isn’t the Barista.

Then I see him. Gary, one of my exes. My first real love.

We were together for five years when I was in my early twenties. We never really fought. We split only because we took different life paths: I wanted to stay in the city and carry on the family hairdresser shop, he wanted to travel to Europe and make a name for himself there.

Useless to say, I recognize him at first glance, even after fifteen years.

“Yes?… and you would be?”

Mocking him has always gratified me. A subtle, thin pleasure of the mind. That was something he would do too, at the time. From his expression, though, I realize this time he didn’t get the joke.

He laughs when I tell him that of course, I know who he is.

How could I forget him?

We’ve had so many experiences together. It was so easy, being young and free… smoking weed, fucking everywhere we wanted, trying things like sex in public… and even a threesome with one of his friends — if letting him masturbate while looking at us can be considered as such.

There’s no way I can forget the best years of my life when it comes to intimacy.

I’m glad to see him. We end up sitting at the same table, even if I was thinking to just get a coffee to go. We talk for an hour or so. He isn’t surprised when I tell him I’m married, and that I have kids.

“Does he know about me?” He asks.

“Mmmm… I can’t recall having ever mentioned you,” I answer.

It’s a lie. Hubby knows.

Jay isn’t the jealous type. The opposite. Even if he doesn’t know about most of my past sexual experiences, he’s been trying to convince me to open our relationship more than once. He doesn’t need another woman — or at least he says so — but he finds it overly erotic to think about me having sex with another man.

Can you believe it?

I’ve found out on the internet that it’s something pretty common. That said, when he mentions it during our games, I can’t deny that the idea excites me, too.

When I tell him I’ve met Gary, he can’t contain his euphoria.

“Gary? Your ex? The one with the 8-inches cock?”

Of all the things I’ve told him about Gary, that’s what he remembers.

“Yes, my-eight-inches-ex, “ I mock him. “He’s come back from London for a few days. Some personal matters.”

“Why don’t you invite him over for dinner?” Hubby asks.

“No way. It’d be too awkward…”

“What if I go out with the kids and I leave the house for you?”

“That wouldn’t be appropriate, right?”

I don’t say it, but I’m sure I would end up fucking him. I mean… I’ve always been faithful to Jay, but seeing Gary made me remember sensations I thought I had forgotten. His smile, his manners, his voice… it brought me back to that period of my life, and I secretly wish I could experience that again… even for just a little time.

But so far, I’ve always preferred to avoid such situations than to feel sorry afterwards.

“Even if I hide in the closet and watch?”

I look at Jay, gobsmacked. He’s dead serious.

And even if I try to refuse, this time I’m silly enough to capitulate.

Hubby says that Gary is the best option for his wish to come true. He’ll not feel much jealousy because I’ve had sex with my ex many times already. And he is a safe choice, too, given the fact he doesn’t live nearby. Saves us from complications in our relationship… something shit like that.

I know what he fears the most is me falling in love with Gary again. To be honest, I can’t know how I will react. I can’t even know if I’ve ever stopped loving him.

What I fear the most, is to show Jay how much I’ll like sex with him. I bet it could be a hard blow to his self-confidence. But it’s his choice, his decision. Maybe, after this experience, he’ll finally understand why I’ve always refused to do it, and stop asking me such things.

I’ve chatted with Gary in the past days. We’ve ended up flirting. From there, it was easy. He said I’m as beautiful as ever. I don’t believe him, but who cares… he is as hot as fifteen years ago, for sure, if not even better. He now has this mature man looks… he’s him, my old Gary, and he’s a new man, together.

I told him hubby is going to bring the kids to their grandmother for the weekend.

It isn’t a lie. What I didn’t mention, is that Jay will be hiding in the closet of our bedroom.

We’ll have quick sex, and I’ll send him home.

I’m going to make it easy on hubby. That’s the plan.

When the doorbell rings, I’m thrilled with anticipation. And wet… so wet, already. My sex feels like an open faucet, today. I need to be fucked.

After all, our chat became so explicit, that I’m not expecting us to have any kind of small talk. It’s a date. A sex date.

As hubby runs to hide in the closet, I open the door.

Gary jumps on me. I don’t think he even looks at my dress — which I’ve spent an hour choosing — before it falls on the floor. His lips are already on mine, and they fit so well… like they used to be.

We kiss with passion, eager, need.

Fifteen years worth of them.

“I’ve been waiting for so long,” he says, between a kiss and another.

It sounds romantic. Like lovers, finally reuniting. I’m happy hubby can’t hear us, yet.

“Show it to me,” I whisper into his ear, while he kisses my neck.

I throw his jacket on the sofa, followed by his trousers, and his t-shirt. We kiss and caress each other like that for a couple of minutes, avoiding touching our intimate parts. It’s like we need a little time to rediscover each other. Or like we are enjoying the anticipation before opening a long-awaited gift.

But at some point, I can’t resist anymore. I grab his wrist and pull it to the room, to the bed. The thought hubby’s there just crosses my mind, but disappears soon. Gary’s presence is too overwhelming… I won’t be distracted.

“Off these,” he says, pulling my panties down my ankle, and tossing them away. Then he does something that sounds new, to me: he crawls back on the bed, between my legs, and kisses my pussy.

As fantastic as it was, our sex had been mostly fucking and blowjobs. I had so many orgasms, but he never cared about me getting there. He was possessing me, using me, fucking me hard… and my body reacted to the novelty, and I came. That’s how it worked.

But now my ex is licking my pussy, before even pulling out his cock. I’m in heaven.

Licks, tender laps, flicks of the tip of his tongue all around my clit… it’s like he knows what the current me needs, already.

I moan, keeping his head pressed against my sex, asking him to shove his tongue deeper into my pussy.

Suddenly, I remember my husband is there, two meters from me, spying on us. My husband is looking at this lewd me… letting another man suck on my clit. A shiver runs down my spine, as I realize I like him to be there, watching me.

“Don’t stop Gary… don’t stop…”

My voice is broken with pleasure, my legs tremble, my entire body feels like a bow ready to shoot an arrow.

I cum. Moaning loudly, like I can’t usually do because the kids are around. I show Gary and Jay how naughty I am… how much I’ve loved to be pleased like this.

“Woah… that was fast,” Gary says, bursting out in a laugh as soon as I release his head from my grip.

“It’s… it was too good…” I pant. I feel a little embarrassed for coming so quickly. He must be thinking I’ve not been pleased for ages.

Gary stands up and finally takes off his briefs. His beautiful, hard cock, is so long it reaches his belly… and so alluring. I sit on the bed and pull him to me, then wrap his dick with my lips.

Another first. Sucking a man’s cock in front of my husband. Showing him something he’s seen only in the first person, showing him ho huge is Gary’s cock, on which I keep on choking, as it stretches my mouth and throat.

But I love it. Yes, I love Gary’s big dick. And I want him inside me, I want my pussy to remember how nice it feels to be violated by such meat.

I keep on sucking and licking his cock for a while, drooling all over my chin and tits. Then I pull away, lie on the bed, spread my legs, and invite him inside me.

“Fuck me, Gary.”

His cock is inside me in no time. And his lips all around my face. Kissing my lips, sucking my ears, nibbling my neck… such immense pleasure, coming from every part of my body.

His dick is already balls-deep inside me, rubbing my cunt, stretching it to extremes I’d long forgotten.

I can’t restrain my moans.

“Gary… Mmm… I missed your cock… I missed it owning me like this…”

No, I’ve not forgotten about my husband there, listening to me. I just can’t control myself anymore.

“Mmmm… my favourite pussy… always so wet and horny,” he groans, burying his cock deep inside me.

“Yes… your pussy… it’s always been yours… it’ll always be yours to fuck…”

It’s too late to restrain myself. I love how Gary takes me. It gives me sensations I need, and hubby can’t give me. It’s a fact, and I can’t hide it form Jay anymore, whatever the consequences will be.

I fear it, and yet I can’t lie to myself.

My cunt is made for this cock.

I ride Gary for a good ten minutes, slamming my body on his cock, squeaking like a slut. I kiss him with passion, while his cock rubs my insides, his hands grip my butt, his fingers graze the little hole he used to enjoy, and I’ve never given to my husband.

Then I get on my all fours on the bed, and as he fucks me so deep it hurts, I turn my head and stare at the closet. Jay is there, looking at me.

Is he angry? Horny? Happy?

Is he enjoying looking at his wife, fucked as he’ll never be able to?

As strange as it may seem, it’s again the thought of my husband, leading me to another, incredible orgasm. I fall face down on the bed, and when Gary’s dick sliding in and out of me, hitting my deepest spots, I scream all my pleasure, trembling and shaking as my climax pervades me.

Gary laughs behind me, but he doesn’t stop pounding me while I cum. And the rubbing of his swollen cock head against my cervix makes it even more powerful. I can’t remember such a pleasure. Ever.

“Turn around, and suck my cock,” he says, as soon as my spasms end.

I lie on the bed, exhausted, but he surprises me once again. He drags my head to the edge of the bed until it just slightly falls and begins fucking my throat like that.

Nobody has ever done something like this to me. Nobody has ever dominated me like he is doing today… Not even him, the old him.

I lie there, relaxing my throat, giving him access to places I didn’t know could be fucked. Despite the drooling and choking, despite the spasms I have to control when he reaches balls-deep inside me, I resist.

My mouth has become a fuck-hole. His fuck-hole.

Then he groans. Holds my face steady, gives the last couple of pushes… and cums, spurting his load into my throat at first, and then pulling it out to finish on my face.

I’m a mess of saliva and cum. But I couldn’t be happier.

When I come back to the bedroom after kissing goodbye to Gary, Jay is waiting for me, naked, on the bed. His hard cock is ready for me.

“My turn, now?”

I smile, sit astride him, and slide his cock inside me. I can barely feel it as stretched as I am, but I pretend to like it. I moan like a bitch. I make him cum soon.

I love my hubby. But tonight I feel like I love Gary, too.

My first love has fucked me, while my current love looked at me. Such mixed feelings.

“Can I be in love with two men?” I wonder.

I probably can.

I think I may.

But I’ll keep it for myself. I’ll play the game my husband wants me to play, waiting for my not-so-ex-anymore boyfriend to come back to visit me…

…and my horny pussy.

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This story is part of the March Madness Group Challenge. My thanks to Bella Cooper for organizing it.