My Exs Best Friend

Divorce is never easy. It had been over a year since it was final. My ex had moved far away. I lost a lot of friends as usually happens. I had a new place to live, was making new habits and patterns and spent a lot of time on myself. I had been going to a divorce support group for the whole time and was starting to feel like moving on from it. I had made some good friends, but no longer felt the need to talk about all the changes. I went to the weekly meeting and we had a new member. My heart sank a little. It was one of my former wife's best friends. Or former best friends anyway. There had been some sort of falling out between them. It's not that I didn't like her, but I always felt she was in my ex's camp. I didn't talk much this meeting. Alice, my ex's friend, talked about her marriage had been over but she was stuck moving forward. Apparently, she and her ex split up not long after I did. At the end I was going to leave without talking to her, but she intercepted me near the door.

"Hi. How have you been?" she asked.

"Ok. Good enough. You?"

"Good. I was surprised to see you. It's been a while."

"Yes. I didn't know you had split up," I replied.

"We had been having troubles for a while. Things just came to a head and it was better to move on."

I nodded and mentioned that I needed to go. It felt awkward talking to her. My marriage had been pretty good, I thought. But I had some sexual desires that my wife didn't share and that is what tanked the marriage. I thought we could have worked it out but my ex got angry and scared and blew everything up. I also knew that she talked a lot with her friends. And Alice probably knew things about me that I didn't want her to know.

I soon stopped going to meetings, but did go to social things with the group. I didn't avoid Alice, but I didn't seek her out much either. We were scheduled to have a group happy hour one night, but it was pouring rain. Hardly anyone showed up and I ended up alone at the bar with Alice.

"Do you avoid talking to me," Alice asked.

"Honestly, I do. It feels very awkward to me. You were her friend and I always assumed you were on her side."

Alice laughed.

"I'm not sure anyone was on her side after the divorce."

I looked at her quizzically.

"She really alienated most of her friends. I don't know what was going on with her, but most of us ended up drifting away."

"I didn't know that," I said.

"I didn't take her side. She vented to me a lot and complained, but I tried to be a voice of reason. She just didn't want that."

I gave her a long look. That was why I tried to avoid her. If my ex told her about the sexual things I brought up, then what did she think of me.

"And that's why it feels awkward," I replied.

Alice put one hand on my arm.

"Please don't feel awkward. I'd like to be friends."

I thought for a moment and shrugged and lifted my glass.

"Cheers," I said.

We talked and decided to have dinner. I had liked Alice's company when we did things as a couple. She was fun, fit and attractive. Good conversationalist. We started doing things together. Movies, hikes, farmer's markets. It might have looked like dating, but it felt just like a friendship. No flirting or innuendo. One day on a walk, I asked about her split.

"I had an affair. And I couldn't give it up."

"Oh," I replied.

"I wanted certain things that my husband couldn't do. I should have handled it better, but I was naïve thinking I could make everything work. I was wrong."

"I get it," I said.

Alice looked at me.

"Yeah, I guess you do."

We walked on for a bit without talking. It felt like there was a lot unsaid.

"Have you started dating?" she asked.

"No. I miss a women's company and things, but I'm kind of happy the way things are. What about you?"

"No. I haven't figured out what I want. Or I know some of the things I want but not how to balance them."

"What is it you want?"

Alice thought for a minute before answering.

"I needed more than Jim could give me. I loved my husband, but I wasn't satisfied in bed. He was loving and kind, but just not enough for me. I don't want to be unkind to him, but I needed more. I loved our marriage. We got along in so many ways. Just not enough though."

"Do you think you can find that going forward?" I asked.

"I hope so. What about you? Your desires were pretty specific I understand."

I could feel myself blush. She must know all about my submissive, kinky desires.

"I don't know. I hope so too, but...." I trailed off.

"Do you not want to talk about it?" Alice asked.

"I don't think so. Not now anyway. It's embarrassing."

"Ok. If you do want to talk about it, I'm happy to listen. No need to be embarrassed."

We moved on and talked about other things. But there was always something in the air between us after that. A little tension, or maybe just a mutual knowledge that we were avoiding something.

A couple weeks later I told her I was going to be out of town for the next weekend. There was an outdoor exposition in a town about 3 hours away. I was going to stay in a hotel and go to the exhibition Saturday and Sunday. Alice looked at me with a strange expression.

"Really? I go there sometimes."

"What for?" I asked.

Now it was her turn to blush.

"That's where I had my affair. Or at least where my lover lives. I meet him there or somewhere in between."

"Oh. Is that still going on?"

"Sometimes. Not as often as before."

"Why not? Why not have a relationship now that you're divorced?"

"He is not divorced. And won't be. We were never going to be together."

Alice smiled and laughed to herself.

"What?" I asked.

"Just thinking. If you're going to the exposition all day, I thought we could drive up together and split the hotel room. You could go see the show and I could spend the day with Anthony. You and I could have dinner together."

"Really?" I asked.

"Sounds crazy when I say it out loud. Never mind," Alice said.

"We would have to get a room with two beds," I laughed. "Not sure I want to share yours after all that."

Alice gave me a long look. I really wondered what she knew about my kinks, but was afraid to ask.

"You want to?" she asked.

"Sure, I'd like company for the ride."

I wasn't sure I wanted to do this, but I was committed. We drove up Friday afternoon and had dinner. Alice had done some research and we had reservations for both nights at interesting places. We checked in went up to the room. It definitely felt odd going to a hotel room together. We each put our stuff away and tried to act normal. I decided to start the conversation.

"How do you want to work this tomorrow. I'm going to the show after breakfast and will be there till dinner. I shouldn't need to come back to the room."

"That's perfect. Anthony is only available during the day. He'll be gone by 5 and then we can have dinner."

"Ok."

I put on my usual sweats for bed. Alice came out of the bedroom in a nightgown. It was sexy without being revealing. I tried not to look too much. She caught me looking once and smiled. Saturday morning we went down and had breakfast.

"You look excited," I said.

"Oh yeah. I've been looking forward to this," she replied.

We went back to the room so I could grab a few things.

"I'll get out of your hair now," I said.

"Can I ask a question before you go?" she asked.

"Ok."

"You can tell me to mind my own business, but are you wearing the cage?"

I stared at her.

"Why do you ask?"

"I don't know. I've been wanting to ask for months."

I looked at her.

"Yes. I am."

I opened the door and left. I was a little turned on. I figured my ex must have told her everything. But to have her acknowledge it was unsettling. And erotic. Being caged by/for a woman was one of my fetishes.

I enjoyed the outdoor show and bought a few things. I was distracted quite a bit knowing that Alice was meeting her lover and wondering why she had asked about the cage. I had to assume she knew everything that I had discussed with my ex, but I couldn't be sure. I got a text from Alice around 5 saying that it was all clear. I wandered back to the hotel, dropping my purchases in the car. I took the elevator up and opened the door. The room smelled like sex. I walked in and Alice was sitting in a chair in a robe. Her hair was disheveled, one bed was a complete mess with sheets every which way. Alice looked worn out. I laughed.

"Do you even have enough energy to go to dinner?" I asked.

She smiled.

"I'll be okay after I get cleaned up. I haven't wanted to move yet."

I started to move past her to go to my bed and stretch out for a bit, but she held up a hand.

"I've been thinking," she said.

I stopped and waited.

"Your ex told me everything. We talked for hours about the things you asked for. I know about your chastity cage. I know you wanted her to take lovers. I know the things you wanted to do."

I blushed. I didn't say anything.

"Do you still want those things?"

I could barely breath. Finally, I nodded.

"Show me."

Show her what? The cage? Me kneeling at her feet? She said she knew everything. My mind was buzzing and I wasn't really thinking. I started taking off my clothes. She just watched as I took everything off and stood before her in nothing but my steel chastity cage. She looked me up and down.

"Kneel."

I knelt where I was about 3 feet in front of her. She pointed to the floor right in front of her chair. I scooted forward so my knees were touching the chair. Alice lifted her legs and swung them up and over so one thigh was resting on each of my shoulders. She parted the robe and lay her head back on the headrest.

"You know what to do," she said in a husky voice.

I looked at her pussy. It was swollen and red and I could see cum oozing out. I leaned in and gently licked the cum up and swallowed it. The smell and taste of her was overwhelming. I hadn't been with a woman at all since my divorce. I had been keeping myself in the cage for longer and longer periods and now my face was buried in Alice's pussy. Kneeling naked and caged and eating a pussy full of someone's else's cum was one of my top fantasies. Alice moaned and I used my hands to part her lips and open her up a little. More cum oozed oozed out of her and I licked it all up. Alice put her hands on my head and pulled me tighter to her. She was squirming in the chair and starting to shiver.

"Oh my god.....oh my god......eat it....eat his cum"

She kept saying that over and over, telling me to eat the cum out of her pussy. Soon she was bucking and thrashing and cumming against my mouth. She went totally stiff and gasped and then finally relaxed as her orgasm finished. She let go of my head and I pulled back and took deep breaths. I knelt waiting for her to move. After a few minutes she sat up and leaned forward. She covered herself with the robe and looked at me for a long moment.

"You have Anthony's cum on your face," she said.

I didn't say anything. She reached out with a finger and wiped up some of their mixed juices and put her finger in my mouth.

"Suck my finger clean," she said.

I sucked on her finger. She watched intently. I quickly had all their juices off her finger but she kept moving it in and out as I sucked on it.

"That was amazing," she said, pulling her finger out.

"Was that what you wanted?"

I nodded and she leaned back and smiled.

"I think you should be my cum slut. Would you like that? Do you want to keep my pussy clean whenever I see my lover?"

I nodded.