My ex girlfriend was an absolute cum slut. She was eleven years younger than me, thirty-five years old when I was forty-six. Our sex life was hot and amazing from day one and continued right to the end of our relationship thirteen years later. Her ex-husband had her beaten down pretty bad when I met her. Not physically, but emotionally and mentally, which can be worse; scars and bruises heal, words hurt forever.
I opened her up to a whole new lifestyle, gave her confidence, convinced her she was a beautiful, sexy and sensual woman. She started holding her head higher, dressing nicer and carrying herself with brimming confidence. I would point out to her how guys would trip over themselves when she walked by, even if they were with their wives or girlfriends, something she had never seen.
She became bolder with her strutting, and showing more sexually with the way she dressed. Some nights we would go to the casino in Niagara Falls and she would get sexually aroused while she was getting dressed and putting her makeup on. A few times she would put my hand on her pussy to feel her wettness, just from thinking about other men wanting her. One aside, I gave her her first orgasm ever the first day we met; sad that she'd had never had one till then.
As time went on I would bring up how I would love to see her suck another man's cock, or watch her get fucked by another man, or more. She didn't understand this at first but as time passed, I convinced her that I loved her deeply, it was just sex, and I wanted her to explore her sexuality to its fullest and enjoy the excitement it could bring.
Finally, after about six weeks, she came to me after work and asked if I meant everything we talked about, and I said absolutely.
Well, she had run into an old school friend that she has always had a crush on and asked if she could pursue him, and I fully encouraged her. The next day she said she had invited him over Friday night to catch up and have a few drinks. My cock was immediately hard.
She was still apprehensive, but I put her mind at ease and told her to do whatever her heart and pussy desired. Friday came and she was in the tub when I got home, shaving and primping and smiling. I told her I would leave and go to a local bar and for her to text me as soon as he left. I also told her that by no means was she to clean herself in any way if something happened. He was to arrive at eight, so at 7:30 I headed out.
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He arrived right at eight, and she was wearing some tight sweat pants and a sweat shirt and greeted him with a hug and asked him to come in and have a seat on the couch. She went to the kitchen and got him a beer and excused herself to the bathroom, where she had an outfit ready to wear.
She quickly changed and put on some lipstick and came back down stairs wearing a sheer, black, see-thru teddy and a sweet pair of high heels, nothing else. She said his jaw about hit the floor. Without saying a word, she walked slowly and sexily to him, got on her knees, unzipped his pants, pulled out his half erect cock and proceeded to suck it. She said it grew quickly to about eight inches but not real thick like mine.
It literally took less than two minutes before he let out a grunt and shot his hot load of cum down her throat. She said, "Of course I swallowed every drop," with a smile.
She then pulled his pants the rest of the way off as he pulled his shirt off and she climbed onto his lap and kissed him deeply. She could feel his erection quickly returning, but they still haven't said a word since she came downstairs.