After Ex Girlfriend's Affair

Sandra.C was my beautiful ex girlfriend.

Explicitly, I knew what she was like. I knew everything about her. I knew her sexual preferences. What turns her on. I knew her favourite positions, her sexual techniques.....particularly how she masturbates a guy......her technique....what happens when she orgasms.....her facial expressions.....what she looked like naked....her private parts.... what she smells like and tasted like.

Yet she had an affair with my best friend Dan.

I am writing this real life story because it is my way of letting go of this girl I meet 8 or years ago. I needed express in some detail some of the encounters we had sexual speaking. I needed to write graphically how she was and hopefully clear some of the jealous memories I still have and turn the fetishes I had with her to just hot fantasies. I am not an author, I am just an ordinary guy needing to express some stuff. So in her memory then.

Those were the painful admissions but weirder still, I got off somewhat thinking about her. She was my girlfriend for over 2 years. The affair with a close mate destroyed me at the time and still does. Her name was Sandra. She was of Korean descent born in the US.

The strange thing was I fantasied a lot about her with him. It both hurts and arouses me. Odd right? perhaps not that odd, its just that I am willing to admit it eh? and most people don't say so but after all, this is an adult site where we should feel free to express our somewhat weird desires. It's pretty much what I am doing. I needed to "get it off my chest."

This is the final story in a series of handjob stories. If this is not for you, you are welcome to finish reading from this point....

Imagining my ex girlfriend with my ex good mate hurts me, made me jealous but weirdly it did excite me, cause I suppose I knew what she was like...she liked what I liked....she loved giving me handjobs and I enjoyed reciprocating either simultaneously or separately. That isn't to say we spent no time with other normal sexual activities. I had my fetishes and so did she. One of hers was she got off masturbating me and for that matter other guys, so she used to tell me in very graphic details:) but I encouraged her of course. I was fortunate to have met her...someone who enjoyed doing what turned me on.

Just a little background. We meet at a university. We were immediately attracted to each other. She was easy to talk to, fun, sociable, beautiful sexy smile and I felt at ease with her. Her eyes had this unusual glow when something excited her.

I still remember with fondness our first date. We were in our early twenties. It was memorable cause she brought me a small gift. It wasn't chocolate or anything similar to that. I suppose she knew I loved all things tech so I was surprised that she actually brought me a powerbank....one of the earlier ones. I know it sounds funny. Probably cost her a small fortune as that was a few years ago. And I still got it would you believe...cause even I was surprised.

Anyway it hurts so good actually, to tell you the truth. The pleasure she must be giving him hurts every time I think about it. So I kind of try not to. Unfortunately for me, love was one aspect of our relationship l couldn't shake off, making thoughts of them together all the more painful but as I said it brings back memories of our physical relationship.

So for now I will concentrate on the physical aspects of our time together as this part brought back a lot of good times....some pretty hot stuff and graphic detail to boot. I found it therapeutic to talk about it and then writing about it even some of the intimate details as I feel it as a way of de-stressing. It wasn't easy losing someone you thought you had a great deal of intimacy with and you thought this is it and she was for me. So when I talk graphically about her...yeah it gave a sense of release.

The other painful aspect of it was she secretly had an affair with Dan, a close friend, not just someone unknown, for probably weeks while we were together. The part that hurts, was she was probably touching him intimately while doing the same with me. No surprises that we are not mates anymore.

We live and learn and I must have really been in "in love" as looking back I did notice a few things different when we made love...even down her small talk..... how she touched me...she seem extra horny at times. And of course I took it as just pure lust.

But I do get wound up like a wounded animal when I imagine her working on him. And other times I am stroking myself to orgasm very quickly, cause the erotic thoughts kept popping up in my head.

It wasn't just me imagining them together but also stories of some of our naughty "adventures" which I do think about when I am in that mood. And boy it does provide the relief especially when I am alone or with someone.

I still love this girl....the way she teased me.....the way she kissed me even in such public places....I am stroking while writing this.....I loved how she licked her hand....the intense stares and that beautiful

smirk.....thats what makes me jealous. I do miss those intimate moments. I do miss her, being honest here. But now, she's still with him.

She was really a cool girl, friendly in nature and funny to boot. A real lady and extremely sexy demeanour. Physically striking with gorgeous eyes and creamy white skin with wavy black locks to her shoulders. She was my real girl next door.

I still remember quite vividly the very first time we had any sexual contact. I will try to write everything in detail about that first meeting. We had only known each other for perhaps two weeks. It was after a dinner date out that we ended up at the harbour esplanade, my car parked in an angle facing the harbour. It was dark but the light from the light outside still shone brightly. We were sitting in the front seats, just chatting. Because of our chemistry together, something had to happen that night and it sure did:) The window of my car had already fogged up but it was cool outside as I recall an autumn evening. That's when it sort of happened...... I still remember what she even said that night. "It's going to happen sooner or later." I just stared at her.....that's when I got nervous and my heart was beating more rapidly.

Sandra looked absolutely stunning in the dimness of front seat. Her black shoulder length wavy locks sits upon her beautiful fair Asian features with those pretty eyes...I couldn't keep my eyes off her to be honest.

Ok I have seem her a couple of dates before tonight but the sexual attraction was electrifying, probably now we are in a more compromised environment, I sensed a bit of real intimacy will happen. The body language doesn't lie. For sure she was in control here, as a young man I needed to know what this beautiful creature is like.

I knew then I truly wanted to kiss her. That's how it started. I already had a raging erection as we lightly kissed for the first time. Our tongues intertwined as we both breathed deeply with excitement. That's when I really did immerse myself in the scent of her. Sandra's perfume was ridiculous, it was deliberate seduction on her part but I was more then a willing party. I really desired her. I still remember the name of her favourite perfume. It was Estee Lauder...I believe it was one of the "Beautiful" range. Strange how some of these things to do with your senses stay with you for a long time. Smells were definitely one thing. It wasn't just her perfume, it was her natural scent.

It's been 8 years since this first encounter and it still gets me worked up every time I think about it. Now I feel jealous, jealous that she probably did the same to him......that she touched him the same way.....turned him on, the same way. Even now I get angry. Unfortunately whatever aroused me about them together, also brought tears and jealous thoughts.

Anyway on with this story. So I feel her left hand touch me, as we kissed lightly. The closeness to her...the smell of her breath.... I truly felt "sparks flying" and the warm heat of her delicate breath. She was on the passenger left side and I was on the driver's seat right side. It was a little awkward with the centre bit in the way and with some spontaneous quick thinking, I sort of realised she was right handed. So I remember kind of asking her to move to my seat and I shall move to her seat. I opened the car door to the cool air and ducked over to her seat while she moved internally in the car to my seat. I can tell you, she sort of knew what I wanted judging by the smirk on her face. In my head I wanted her to touch me.....

She didn't say anything, she was breathing heavily like me.

Again we locked mouths, despite the centre console of the car between us, she leaned right over to me. It was incredible, those moments of first time kissing her. Again there was definitely "sparks" between us. I was so turned on, I just held her face and began kissing more aggressively and passionately. That's when I felt her right hand move to the bulge between my legs. Sandra was massaging me gently as we kissed. Images and thoughts just naturally filled my head. I couldn't help it but thoughts of my very first girlfriend Kathleen appear......comparing her....what will Sandra be like? Right now I just feel overwhelmed with lust. You know how it is, I was already feeling "the need to cum."

I grabbed at her left breast through her blouse, feeling the softness of it and began inserting my hand beneath it to rest my left hand on her bra, massaging the mound through the material. I can hear her excited breathing. Meanwhile her right hand was running gently up and down along the length of my erection and we were just kissing. Instinctively, I sort laid back a little, like I was letting her take over. I definitely felt I was in heaven. Those "teasing and filthy" images start to crowd my mind.

The beautiful scent of her was mesmerizing. I really wanted this beautiful Asian lady.....

I moved my hand between the soft mounds, feeling the shape of them through the pink material. Her right hand then moved under my shirt and began massaging my chest. She touched my nipple sending an amazing sensation as she starting flicking her finger around a nipple. I began kissing her neck and taste her delicate soft skin. The scent of her was getting me so turned on. I was throbbing, needing some attention there. She must of knew as her hand returned to where I wanted it. It was experience you could say.

I returned to kissing her, literally licking her face all over, I was that aroused. I move my hand down between her legs but she grabs it stopping me from going further. I understand, she wasn't prepared for that yet, so of course I backed off. For now I wanted to know what she was like touching male genitalia.....

She knows what guys are like and proceeded to unzip me. I was so wet, oozing pre cum and throbbing hard. Her heavy excited breathing was a turn on enough.... until I could hear signs of soft moaning...oh my god! I can smell the sexual scents of our excitement in the car....omg...take a break, cause I going to.....

I pull back preferring to watch her every move. This was a dream come true. I wanted to see how she is. I had thought about this moment ever since I saw her in the university campus months earlier.

She wasn't shy about this part. Her slender hand moved in and I feel the instant warmth of her right hand. I moan with delight as she just pulled me out....omg it was felt ridiculously good. At that point I didn't know whether she will just blow me or use her hand. I love handjobs and would love this stunning girl to give one right now......yes right now....and that's exactly what she did......

I just remember her tracing her finger tips along the shaft as I breathed deeply watching her before she gently held the top of the shaft with the tips of her fingers and gently pulling my foreskin back then up, in an excruciatingly pleasurable move, it just felt so good. I just opened my mouth letting out a quiet groan. It was enough to bring on a hot sexy smile from her.....

I watched her slowly pull the foreskin up and down, for what felt like minutes as I breathed deeply. It looked like she was not only teasing me but seems like she was getting the feel of new cock in her hand. She was feeling the shape and length of my cock. I admit I have a slight bend. I lean towards to kiss her and I hear her soft moans of excitement....it was exquisite to listen to the this beautiful creature getting turned on......

We hadn't said anything to each other for a few minutes, then I remember her say something like "You're so hard...so stiff" as she begins massaging my testicles, squeezing them gently and rubbing them. The warmth of her hand was like wow...

"I love touching a cock..." I remember her whispering. I also remember her biting her lower lip as I watched her facial expressions. There was a look of teasing satisfaction I think....and I was so turned on, truly wanted this to last. Then I watched as she started to play with the pre cum oozing out from the tip, smearing it around the head and shaft...Then I think she said something like "You like that?...feels nice?" I just nodded to the understatement.

Then suddenly voices are heard outside as people walked pass. It startled us a bit. It was OK as the windows were so fogged up now and we were in the dark only lit up by the street light above.

I try resume touching her breast again. This time she obliges undoing her bra and exposing her twin perky breasts. Her nipples were hard and stood erect. I lean over to touch them. She moans quietly as I massaged them. I move closer wanting to lick them. I did. The sexual scent of of skin nearly overwhelmed me. The warmth of her skin equally satisfying. She did start moaning quietly. In the meantime her right hand still slowly moved up and down my cock, slowly pulling the foreskin back and forth, still with her finger tips only, not grabbing the shaft with a firm grip. I didn't know whether this was her technique.....

Then she did the hottest act I seen, bringing her right hand to her mouth and spitting into the palm before smearing the warm saliva onto my throbbing cock head and twisting firmly up and down....omg. I groaned and moaned in sheer pleasure. The look on her beautiful face as she smirked to my reactions. I couldn't forget that. She was enjoying this part.

I suppose you have to imagine, from chatting like friends, to her stroking my cock in just a few minutes. It was a nice start.

Again I lean towards her touching her breasts and kissing her. This was truly heaven while she slowly started masturbating me with a firm grip. She pulls away and asked. "How do you like it?"

I looked at her, I was speechless. But she smirked then smiled to fill in void of the missing reply. At that point she looked me directly in my eyes and brought her right hand to her mouth, licking it from one end to the other before gripping firmly, twisting up and down rapidly before alternating between fast jerks and slow excruciating strokes.

I just went, "Ohh yeahhh." I felt my eyes, honestly roll back into my head as I moaned. She sort of did that for a few good seconds while I just moaned in pleasure. My pelvis began to involuntarily pump up and down meeting her right hand. I can hear and sense her excitement....so I looked at her as I wanted to see her facial expressions for the first time, something that turns me on but she was already staring at me....it was this lustful stare.....

Again involuntarily, my left leg began flexing slowly. I was arriving at a point of no return....

Suddenly she moaned. "ohhh yeahhhh." Then bang! she was that fast, her hand just turned into an instant blur. It was fucking furious. Fucking so erotic, the squishy sounds of her jerking me, as her hand moved up and down very rapidly. The sounds of her excited moaning mixed in. She looked like she getting off on it. Suddenly I cum. My mind literally blown away, as I threw my head back. Cum flies in all directions. Her frenzied enthusiastic stroking slowed down after a few seconds later. To this day, I still remember how sensational that first handjob experience was.

And that was it...it ended too quickly. She picks up a box of tissues and intimately wipes me down..."you messy boy!" She teased. Yeah that was unforgettable and we just leaned onto each other with soft kisses afterwards.

At that point I wanted her. I wanted this woman. I probably would describe it as infatuation from that night.

So you can see I have spent years reliving the experience and trying to remember the details.

Anyway you know about the other story that I have already written about watching her with some random guy. Check that story out if it doesn't put you off. It was a bizarre tale but I probably won't ever do that again cause of the emotional toll afterwards. It just made for great masturbation fonder later....

And there's been other similar stories that one day I may write about such as at the movie theatre.

But we have had many many other hot times together, fucking in the car countless occasions, in and around the house, not just the bedroom including in the kitchen and living area, also countless times. Oral sex, you name the place we probably did it there. I loved going down on her, somehow it was particularly erotic with her.

Yeah that was something that bothered me, him going down on her. Touching her there, it bothered me. don't know what it was, whether that part of her belongs to myself. Its not like physically it was yours to own...yeah once she's gone, she's gone. I found it extremely erotic going down on her especially in the first occasion. It was the act itself and the visual aspect apart from the smell of her and the taste. Yep, I admit it, it hurts to think about him performing oral sex on her.

Other than all that, we did enjoy a little exhibitionist fun in semi public places like in parks, car washes, and the car of course.

She was an amazing at "riding" me. I loved the way she fucked me. Anyway I have probably let go a lot things in writing this story but forgive me for being so explicit. It's helped a lot actually......

I have only seen her a couple of times around with him from a distance. Someone mentioned that she was getting married. I don't know if it was with him, frankly I don't care about that. I just have these great memories now....