I Traded in My Ring for a Fling

I was previously engaged to another man. We were actually fairly close to getting married, until I was...well, you'll see.

I had said yes. I was going to quit school, and move overseas with this guy. All planned out. He sent a mutual friend of ours, Kevin, to kind of facilitate the move back home. Which was fine. Kevin was cool, and he was fun to drink with. And he drank expensive stuff. (I was a college student...)

So, he showed up and we made an immediate executive decision that no work would be done until the next day. We went shopping and bought stuff for random shots, and he got a bottle of Crown, plus a bottle of champagne.

So...we sat. And drank. And I smoked his foreign cigarettes. And he flirted, per the norm but...nothing new there. He eventually asked if I wanted to go to a gentleman's bar and I was like...well, I've never been. Why not?

And that was an experience. It was kind of hot. He even bought me a few lap dances which were so awkward but also pretty hot. Around midnight, he told me he knew about some secret swingers bar so....being drunk, I said WHY NOT? And we took a cab over. Well that was hot! I didn't do anything, but watch but...it was so sexy! Lots of making out around us too. Ooh la la! Kissing and touching..I was decidedly drunk and horny, and I decided I needed some alone time with my magic wand.

So we got a cab home, and we sat down and just started talking. Deeply. The conversation turned sexual, and...I don't know. I was 100% fantasizing about Kevin. I asked about his conquests, and he asked about mine. I decided to mess with him so I excused myself and returned in comfortable nightwear. Just a concert shirt from a Jimmy Buffet tour. I sat back, crossed my legs and propped my ankles up on his lap across the couch.

We ended up deciding that we should watch a scary movie...and he suggested Hellraiser. I had it so...why not? Lights went down, movie on and...Holy crap, there's really hot sex in it! We started talking more about sex, and he finally point blank made the comment that I sure seemed horny.

Well, duh? I was. We stopped talking...the movie scares the crap out of me honestly. So I ended up curled up in his lap. At some point, he randomly admitted....totally out of the blue, that he thought me getting a lap dance was super hot. I laughed and he was like....no, for real. He also admitted he'd always had a crush on me.

I was sooooo horny. But I was also quite engaged. I told him, reminded him, why he was here. We laughed and he said...you should let me try to seduce you so you'll for sure know this is the right choice.

I know it's dumb but I really thought...yeah, totally makes sense! If I can say no...it proves how serious I am. Well, that was dumb. I held out for like 6 minutes. He kissed my neck...I pushed him away. He rubbed my ass, I let him. He rubbed my calves, I melted. And before I knew it he was sitting at my feet sliding my panties down. He pushed my thighs way back and his tongue went straight to my pussy. He didn't touch my clit...he tongued my lips, sucking each one into his lips, before nipping at my clit with his lips.He finally stopped, and told me to remove my top. I did, obediently, and then he took me to my room.

I wanted to cry...and I wanted sex. Sex won out. He made me ask him too. Like, literally beg. It felt so sexy. I begged him for his cock. He asked me if I was engaged, and I said yes, softly.

He told me to suck, and he'd consider, so I gave him what I know was the blowjob of his life. I'm not confident of everything I can do sexually, but I know how to suck a dick.

He eventually pushed me away, turned me over in my bed so I was face down and teased my pussy. He asked if I was ready, and I said yes. He asked if I was sure...and I knew what he meant. Was I choosing his cock over my engagement, and I was. I glanced at my clock...It was 5.15. The next 24 hours were a blur. The first time was soooooo good. He was relentless, and powerfully fucked me. His stamina was legendary.

He pounded me like a nameless, faceless slut. I came after about 15 minutes the first time, and he didn't even slow down. Eventually, my orgasms just rolled together. I was shaking, crying, grunting, and...I loved it. He turned me into an animal, existing to serve his cock and nothing more. Around 10am, he took me to the bath, and tenderly bathed me. He cleaned me up, and we laid down.

Throughout the day we would fuck, sleep, and repeat. Around 8pm, we reluctantly dressed. I looked so bad. Hickeys all over my neck. Worn out. He took me to a local popular restaurant, and I went sans bra, and panties. We ate, came back, and had a few shots before it started all over. I don't remember all of it. I know at some point he called a friend and let them listen to him fuck me. We spent about 3 days like this...I have no idea how I didn't get pregnant. I had so much cum dried on me. I was absolutely gross...but 100% sexually fulfilled.

And single. Very single. I spent the next week basically in bed, crying over the mess I created. It eventually worked out but at the time, I thought I was a sex addict. And maybe I was. Maybe I still am. But looking back on it, knowing where my ex is (in jail) I know it was worth it.