There were numerous events leading up to this story, but perhaps those are tales for another time. To begin briefly, my girlfriend and I shared an intensely kinky connection; our passion was wild and uninhibited.
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It mattered to me that I had a BBC, and our lovemaking was nothing short of animalistic. After some particularly adventurous escapades, circumstances forced us into a long-distance phase.
Three months passed, and my longing for her became unbearable. Then, quite unexpectedly one day, she appeared at my door, surprising me completely.
Meeting her again reignited the flames of love and desire within me. The bottled-up yearning exploded as I gradually peeled away her clothing, tracing kisses across every inch of her skin. I slipped her panties off and nestled between her thick thighs, drawing closer to her most intimate place.
My touch was sensual and deliberate as I kissed and licked her, moistening her with my tongue to prepare for my big, black cock to enter her warm depths. I had missed her so dreadfully.
She insisted she hadn’t bathed after her travels and tried to push me away, but my longing made such details irrelevant. My mouth explored her pussy and sensitive clit until, finally, she surrendered, caressing my hair as I remained enveloped between her legs.
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Months later, she shockingly confessed to being with someone mere hours before coming to see me. We had experimented with threesomes in the past, but this was blatant cheating. Hurt and betrayed, we fought and then drifted apart.
In the interim, I started casually dating women I met on Bumble. One evening, intoxicated and candid, I found myself confiding in an older woman I had just met. She listened intently to my story, including the painful details of my past relationship.
Then she began to weave a mental game around me with a single provocative question: “Imagine if you both had been in an open relationship back then… and you found yourself entwined with her again, your lips tracing where someone else’s cock had been just hours before, tasting that mixture of their essence.”
She challenged me further: “Do you think she would have let him take her raw? Did she feel his cum slide over her pussy? What might she have been thinking, seeing her cute boyfriend suck her used pussy, fully aware of what he was tasting?”
Those questions burrowed deep into my mind, stirring a complicated mixture of arousal and submission that I struggled to resist.