Meeting My Wife's Ex

It was Friday afternoon around 3pm and I was sitting at work watching the clock. It has been one of those weeks, I could not wait to leave the office.

My wife had been out of town the last couple of days, so I was excited to see her. We had plans tonight with a group of friends, dinner and then drinks at a local pub.

My name is Jeff and I am 30 years old. I have been married for 2 years. My wife Jenny is also 30. We went to high school together, but didn't get together until after college. We have no kids yet, so we are free to do as we please.

When I saw 4 hit the clock, I shot out of my chair like a cannon. I had to drive the opposite direction to pick my wife up from the airport, then we drove an hour home.

Jenny was only gone for 3 days, but it felt like weeks. I could not wait to touch her. We walked in the door and I grabbed hold of her, touching every part of her body. She allowed my groping for a couple minutes before pushing me away.

"Calm down," Jenny holds her hands out at me. "I need to shower and we are running late for dinner. We can have fun later."

She was right, although my cock was thinking otherwise. I backed off and let her clean up. I'm going to be horny all night, but it will feel good later.

We got to the restaurant and there were four other couples. It was the regular crew we hang out with and always a good time. The girls took one side of the table and the guys the other.

I was having a good time, but kept looking down the table at my wife. I really wanted to leave. I even sent her a text asking if we could go home for a quickie and then meet back up. Same response 'calm down big boy, lol'

After we ate, the group decided to walk down the street to a different bar. It was a new place with bar games like pool or darts, rather then sit at the table talking.

We signed up for two pool tables, but all they had were on opposite ends of the bar. The group decided to split up girls and guys. This was probably the best option, because I would not have stopped touching my wife.

The guys played losers had to buy drinks, so our games got serious. I wasn't even paying attention to the other table.

Suddenly, I feel a nudge in the side. "Look at those guys hitting on our girls," my friend Dan says.

I look over and there are 4 guys standing at the girls pool table. The girls were talking to them and not even playing. I'm not the jealous type, nor do I check out other guys, but these guys were good looking and they had the girls attention.

"Ah, their just having fun," I said. "Besides all the girls have rings on."

We kept playing. As much as I didn't care, I kept glancing over at the girls. One particular guy kept talking to my wife and was pissing me off. I don't know if it was him hitting on her or the fact she was responding to him.

Dan walks up next to me and puts his arm around me, "Looks like Jenny has a new friend."

"Fuck off," I chirped back. "She is still leaving with me." I acted like it wasn't bothering me, but still watched with the corner of my eye.

After a few more minutes the guys left, which made me feel better. We finished our game and walked over to the girls.

I approached my wife, "I saw you getting hit on by that guy. Thought I was going to have to get in a fight."

"Oh stop, he is an old friend I haven't seen in a while. You have nothing to worry about, but I like the jealousy."

I started laughing, "I am not jealous, just protecting my girl." I was a little, but happy it was someone she knew and not some random.

We walked up to the bar to grab more drinks. The guys and I watched games on the tv, while the girls talked. I could hear them behind me questioning Jenny on the guy she talked to.

"Who was that cute guy you were talking?" one asked.

"Just an old friend," Jenny responded.

"Like an old boyfriend?" Another asked.

"Stop, you guys are being ridiculous."

"Come on, spill the beans," they pressed her.

"There is nothing to spill, stop asking."

"Bullshit, your lieing. You were way to chatty with him. Should we walk away from them."

I know they were talking about us. This was interesting and and now I wanted to know more. I acted like I wasn't listening and made small talk with the guys about the game.

"No, Jeff doesn't care." Jenny said. "Fine, he is an old boyfriend. I dated him before Jeff.

"He's hot." I hear another say.

"Wait, you told me about him." I hear another say. "This was the guy with the big dick right?"

Immediately I turn around. "What are you talking about, all I heard was big dick?"

The girls burst out laughing. Her friend Lisa jumps, "nothing, we were talking about this guy being a dick." They all keep giggling and I turned back around.

I hear Jenny, "stop, no more. Lets talk about something else."

"It is totally him, that was the guy you told me about." Lisa says and then whispers, "hot with a huge dick, girls."

"Okay, stop" Jenny demands.

I did not turn back around, but couldn't help thinking about this guy. My wife dated him. I like to think I am average size, but I am certainly not huge. No wonder she never mentioned this guy.

"He had these huge cumshots," Lisa whispers. "She would blow him all the time."

"Seriously, stop it. Someone might hear you." Jenny pleads. Obviously referring to me.

I still didn't turn around, acting like I am focused on watching the game.

When the night ended and we made our way home, I wanted to ask her about the guy. I also did not want to start a fight, so I kept my mouth shut. When we arrived home, we immediately started fooling around.

I desperately wanted to fuck. I was laying on my back in bed and she started giving me a blowjob. I reached my hand and was playing with her pusssy. She rotated her mouth around my cock, alternating between my shaft and balls. As she sucked my balls, her hand would rotate around my cock. It felt so good, I grabbed her head trying to pull her off, but she kept sucking. She was like a woman possessed with my cock. I had never seen this side of her.

"Oh shit, Jenny, I'm going to cum." She kept working her mouth over my cock. I couldn't take it anymore. My legs stiffened and I started exploding into her mouth.

I felt like I had not cum in weeks. I laid there stiff with my head against the pillow. As my orgasm slowed down, she lifted her mouth off my cock. She then pressed her mouth against mine, inserting her tongue. I could taste a thick, salty substance. She had pushed my own cum into my mouth. I tried moving, but my head was trapped against the pillow. I was forced to accept her kiss and share the cum.

When she picked her head up, she smiled and said, "mmm, that was hot."

I looked up at her as she smiled down at me. I wanted to jump up and rinse my mouth out. The smile on her face made me stay put, swallowing what was left in my mouth.

When she got up to put clothes back on, I made my move to the bathroom. I quickly drank some water and brushed my teeth a second time.

I went back to bed and Jenny was grinning at me. "Did that bother you?"

"No, just surprised me. Maybe you should have warned me."

It wouldn't have been so hot if I told you," Jenny replied.

As I climbed into bed, I rolled over towards her. "Where did that come from, we never even discussed doing it."

"I know. I wanted to be spontaneous. Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

"I'm not upset, just never did that before."

"And?" She looks at me with questionable expression and smile. "What did you think?"

I thought about it for a second. "It was okay. Not as bad as I thought it would be."

Jenny giggled and gave me a kiss, "you should try the whole thing." She rolled over and laid her head on the pillow.

"Ha, I don't think so." I laid down and fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning and Jenny was already gone from bed. I laid there thinking about last night. Why did she do that? I wondered if it had something to do with that guy. Her friend mentioned how big his dick was and she liked to suck it. I started getting hard. Was it my wife blowing this guy or his dick size? Really I should not be thinking of either.

I reached under my boxers and started rubbing on my cock. I had this image of my wife kneeling in front of this guy as he stroked his long erect cock. How big could he really be?

I grabbed my phone, pulled up a porn page, and did a search for big cocks. I searched through all sorts of videos. One caught my eye of a girl sucking this guys balls while he jerked off. His hand was wrapped around this long, thick shaft. I did not even watch the girl, just stared at his member. Fuck I'm turned on.

I was about to pull my cock out and start jerking off, when my wife walked into the room. "Hey sleepy head. I was wondering when you were going to wake up."

"Hey, I'm up." Was my groggy response as I hid my phone next to me and rolled over, hoping she would climb into bed next to me.

"You need to get up, we have that contractor meeting today and then we have a family birthday party."

"How about you come back to bed?" I asked as I padded the spot next to me.

Jenny smiles at me. "You got your fill last night. Plus Bonnie from next door is downstairs. She wants to borrow some tool of yours."

"Uggh, alright. I will get up."

Jenny turned around and walked away. I laid there for a few seconds, giving my boner a chance to go down. What did she mean by fill? Was she talking about the cum she spit in my mouth?

I finally got up and out of bed. Changed my clothes and went downstairs. I helped the neighbor and when I was finished, Jenny was ready to go.

We had our meeting with the contractor about redoing our kitchen. Then we went to her cousins house for the party. At the end of the night, Jenny decided to stay over for a movie night. I left and made plans to meet a few friends at a bar to watch a game.

I met the guys and we sat bullshitting, watching the bar TVs. After my second beer, I stood up to use the bathroom. I walked across the bar, watching all the people drinking and having a good time. I turned the corner and there he was, the guy my wife was talking to.....her ex.

I looked at him and we made eye contact. I nodded my head and said, "Hey." I have know idea why I said that, but he responded back with a "Hey."

I kept walking, straight into the bathroom. I sort of laughed to myself that I said "Hey" to him, figuring he had no clue who I was. I washed my hands and exited the bathroom. I made a point not to look at him when I walked past his crew. As I turned the corner, I glanced towards him and he was looking directly at me. Fuck, why did I say something. I am not pissing for the rest of the night.

As we drank, I kept an eye on the bar crowd. I didn't want to make eye contact with him again and thankfully never saw him. Another hour went by and all the guys had to leave. I guess it was a good time for me to go as well. My bladder was going to explode, so I made a quick trip to the bathroom. I came around the corner and the guy was no longer there. I took my piss and left the bar.

When I walked out, it was raining hard. I needed to make a run to my car, so reached in my pocket and grabbed my key fob. The bar has a long sidewalk with a wall divider on both sides. The parking lot I was parked in sat on the right. I ran out and around the wall.

'BOOM!' "Ahh, shit" I said as I slammed into someone. I fell backward, landing on the ground.

"Shit buddy, I am sorry."

I looked up and the guy, my wifes ex, was standing in front of me. He reached his hand out, offering to help me out. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up.

"I am sorry, I was running to my car." I said as I wiped off my backside. "I didn't even see you as I came around the corner."

"Yeah, same here. Shit I dropped my car key."

As the rain poured on us, I looked towards the ground for his key, pulling out my phone for a flashlight. "Here it is." I reached in a puddle and grabbed his drowned key fob. I handed it to him. "Sorry, it was in a puddle. hope it works."

"Thanks." He grabs the fob and runs the opposite direction.

I do the same, clicking my button, seeing my car lights flash. I open my door, climb in, and quickly close it. "What the fuck. I can't believe that just happened." I turn my car on and pull out of the parking spot.

I pull up to the main drive and can see the guy in the other lot. He is standing in front of a car, probably his own. Shit, I feel somewhat responsible that he is still in the rain. I pull into the lot and drive up to him.

I roll down the passenger side window. "Hey man, hop in." He looks in my car, seeing who I am. He opens the door and climbs in.

"Thanks, I can't get my car open. My key fob isn't working." He tries drying it out in his soaked shirt, all while pressing the unlock button to no avail.

"Geez, I am really sorry."

He keeps trying to dry the fob out. "It's alright, total accident. It was my fault to. I can't get this thing dried out. Do you mind driving me up to the front? I don't live far, I can get an Uber or call a friend."

The rain and collission must have cloudy my head, because at that moment I forgot who was sitting in my car. "If your going to leave your car, I can give you a ride home. I really don't mind, it is kind of my fault this happened."

"Are you sure," he questions.

"Yeah, it's fine. My name is Jeff." I reached out my hand to shake his.

He shakes my hand, "Hi Jeff, I'm Eric. I feel like we met before or know each other from somewhere."

I hesitated and could have easily told him I had never seen him before. "Uhh...we never met but I saw you last night. You were....uhh....talking to my wife when she was shooting pool."

"Jenny.....your wife is Jenny?" He looks at me in awe as I nodded my head. "Oh man, I can't believe Jenny is your wife. What a small world"

"Yeah, I guess. How do you know her?" I already knew the answer but asked it anyway. I put my car in drive. "Your going to have to tell me where to turn."

"Hang a left from the bar. Drive down to the next light and turn right."

I make the turn out of the bar and ask my question again. "So how do you know Jenny?"

"Oh, were old friends. It was nice seeing her last night. I wish she would have introduced us."

"What kind of friends?" I asked and looked over at him. He looked back at me, noticing a smile on my face and burst out laughing.

"Come on, man. What are you getting at?"

I slightly laughed at his reponse, "Nothing, I am just wondering. You say old friends but don't elaborate."

"My complex is up there on the left. Turn in and drive towards the back, I will tell you which street is mine."

"Well, are you going to tell me?" I pried some more. "Look man, I don't care. You obviously had some relationship, I'm just curious."

"Alright, yeah we did. We hung out together, but never had a relationship like you have with her. You can turn right at the next street."

I make the turn. "These places are nice, did you buy brand new? Which one is yous?"

"Right over there, number 217. Yeah, I built it a few years ago. You can park in front of the garage, I can open with the code."

As I pull up, I look over at him. "Has Jenny ever been here?"

He gives me a blank expression, almost unsure if he wants to answer. "Thanks for the ride."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." I said. "I know very little about her life before me. I only know what she tells me and that is very little."

"Maybe thats a good thing," Eric says with a grin. "Look, she was cool. I don't need you going back saying I talked shit about her."

"Hey man, I am not going to tell her anything." I said as I raised my hands up. "She will probably be pissed we even talked."

Eric stares ahead, contemplating the situation. "I don't want to sit out here, come in for a drink. I owe you one for the drive anyway."

My turn to contemplate. I look into the garage and the door to his condo is straight ahead. This is dumb, I am getting out of here. Just as I was about to say no, Eric opens the car door.

"Come on, lets go." He says as he climbs out and runs into the garage.

In between the rain showers, I can see Eric standing in the garage waiting for me. Shit, I open my door and run in the garage.

"For a second there I thought you were going to take off." He pats me on the shoulder, "follow me." He walks to the door and I follow him in.

I walk in the door to a small entrance way. There are steps that lead up to the main floor of his condo. When I got to the top, I noticed his place was really nice. Definitely a bachelor pad, but well maintained.

Eric walks into the kitchen and says, "make yourself at home." I can hear him opening the fridge and taking tops off beer bottles. He comes out, handing me a beer. "Here you go, hope you are okay with Bud."

"Yeah, it's great. Thank you," I reply as I take the beer. "Your place is great."

"Thanks, it's small but perfect for me and I love the area. Do you want to sit down or are you going to stand there the whole time?"

"Haha," I laugh. "I can sit, was just looking around. I shouldn't stay too long."

I walk over and sit down on his couch. Eric sits on the recliner. He looks over at me and I gaze across the room. A TV hangs in the wall across from me. There is one picture behind me, over the couch, but other than that the walls are bare. A table separates the couch and recliner.

Eric speaks first, "do you guys live far from here?"

"Not to far, opposite direction from the bar."

"I'm surprised we never saw each other before last night," Eric says.

"Well, we lived about an hour away. Just moved back here about 6 months ago."

Eric smiles, "maybe I will be seeing more of you two." He stands up and walks into his kitchen. He returns with another beer and hands it to me. "Here you go."

I look at my bottle and notice I had finished all of it. I didn't even realize I was drinking that quickly. I take the beer from him, "thanks."

He sits back in his chair. "Are you nervous?"

"No, not at all." I was nervous. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. I was doing my best not to show it, probably should not have finished my beer in two minutes. "Just thinking about where I am and that I should not be here."

Eric burst out laughing, "I understand, but you wanted to talk. I promise I won't tell Jenny you were here."

"I appreciate that, but I barely know you. For all I know you might try to get her back."

"I am not trying to get her back," Eric says. "I like her, but that time has passed. I am not a home wrecker. You were the one asking questions."

I smile back at Eric, he is right. "Your right. So back to my original question, has Jenny been here?" He stares at me and nods his head. "Did you have sex with her here?"

He puts his head back against the chair, looking at the ceiling. "Alright," he looks back at me. "I will be completely honest with you, but you have to promise to not get upset or get mad at her."

"I promise," I say to him as I hold my right hand up. "Look, she talked to you last night and I heard her girlfriends talking shit to her about your relationship. She seemed a little different when we got home."

"Really, what did they say?" Eric asks.

"I couldn't really hear what they were saying," I lied. "Come on man, spill it. I want to hear about you two."

"Okay, but no getting pissed." Eric says as he points at me. "We met at a bar years ago. She came back here and we had sex. We kept in contact and would meet up for sex late at night. As time went on, the sex stopped. We still met up a lot, but she always wanted to blow me."

"Really, why?" I questioned.

"Well, sex was off the table because I was sort seeing someone else. Jenny would come over just to blow me and she was good at it."

Eric started using his hands in a stroking motion. "She would work my cock, using her hands and mouth. It was awesome. I would have huge orgasms."