Because of a lot of requests in the previous story. I took my time to decide if I should share what happened next…
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My ex and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. The energy between us was just so RAW. I felt his grip tighten around my waist, his body pressing against mine in a way that made me dizzy with need (I don't know how that happened).
I glanced at my boyfriend. He just sat there, watching us. I couldn't see him for long enough but I bet he was struggling between jealousy and desire.
My boyfriend drove us back home and I asked softly, if he's okay because I was in the back seat with my ex.
As soon as we got home, my ex and I disappeared into the bedroom without even looking back at my boyfriend. He lingered awkwardly in the living room, but I didn’t care much… I was already lost in the heat of my ex’s touch.
My ex just started sniffing my skin, his grip firm as he pressed me against the bed.
I gasped as he touched my kitty and said “You’ve missed this, haven’t you?” and his size has an undeniable difference; bigger and girthier. The thought of my boyfriend sitting in the other room, listening, only turned me on more.
My ex whispered into my ear “He could never give you this" and I just I moaned in response, not bothering to correct him. The truth was, I loved the contrast.
Hours later, I finally emerged from the bedroom, my body thrumming with satisfaction. My boyfriend sat on the couch, eyes downcast, face flushed. I barely spared him a glance as I grabbed a glass of water, still wearing the evidence of my night with my ex and went back in the room.
I didn’t say a word. I didn’t need to. He knew exactly what had happened, and that knowledge was enough.
After a while, I texted my boyfriend: Come to the bedroom.
A minute later, the door creaked open, and my boyfriend stepped inside, hesitant. His eyes moved between us.
I tried my best to ease his discomfort, but the ex chipped in by helping me ease the situation by being calm and seemingly friendly. My ex tried to chat with him because so far they didn't really speak to each other and then he said. “Why don’t you stay and watch the next round?" And he peeled off his condom after saying that my boyfriend didn’t respond, and I could see the tension in his face. But my ex’s actions spoke louder than any words.
My ex very casually said to my boyfriend, “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure she enjoys herself, you should try to enjoy too” As he slowly slid back into me, and I just moaned again turning my brain off completely.
He said looking at my boyfriend “she loves a good creampie, and I don’t think you’ve ever really given her one" I felt a mix of desire and guilt wash over me. His tone made it clear that this was the only option, the only path forward. My boyfriend didn’t say anything, but his silence was loud, his discomfort evident. But he didn't say a word and let my ex do what he did the best…