Toilet Ex Ch. 03 -- My sexy Girlfriend punishes me
Going outside through the public toilet door... Jen was standing in the empty hallway with her arms crossed shaking her head disappointingly at me?
She didn't say a word reopening the door and I followed her exasperated back into the toilet.
"Why this arsehole?" She glared angrily at me. My Ex husband looked up at Jenny from the toilet floor and continued masturbating... perhaps feeling his erotic fantasy had just doubled??
Wanking more vigorously he seemed outwardly enjoying himself with Jenny watching? She glanced across at me and I looked away. Rob was quite a sight: kneeling naked below us masturbating himself on the toilet floor, hair wet from my pee, face raw from being slapped, red marks on his neck from my vinyl belt, there was pee & cum on the white tiles, and scattered droplets of bright red blood from his balls?
When Jenny burst in through the toilet door he was clutching my pink panties to his face, eyes closed, deep in the moment. Glancing apprehensively as we both entered... he seemed deeply relieved it was us, never missing a stroke and began openly ogling my girlfriend's boobs and her crotch inside her tight jeans.
Proudly, I can say my girlfriend owns a gorgeous womanly figure and was looking pretty hot in her loose tank-top & tight jeans. Standing directly in front of Rob masturbating himself on the floor I'm fairly sure I saw her move slightly - allowing him to see her to full advantage.
Hands on her shapely hips, looking down curiously she watched him rubbing his big cock... He was staring directly into her eye-level crotch and started cumming! It was his second time and disappointingly not much came out. Once he'd finished sprogging himself, Jen reached over removing my floral pink panties from his left hand and held them up in front of me looking into my eyes: "Why?"
She then condescendingly handed them back down to Rob... which was quite unsettling for me. I told her "It's not how it looks Jen I didn't fuck him?"
She spun around lifting the hem of my dress exposing my bare pussy "Really." and stormed out.
I looked at my Ex husband kneeling on the floor among his spattered sprog, puddle of pee, drips of blood from his bruised balls, his clothes & shiny metal rings scattered across the tiles, grinning up at me - perhaps thanking me??
I know in my heart what I would've loved to have done... but I had more urgent things to attend to. Shaking my head I told him to lock the door and clean up all his mess immediately.
When I got home, Jenny was already sitting on the couch watching tv. She shook her head tragically at me.
I turned off the television and kneeled down in front of her: "I didn't fuck him, didn't even let him touch me apart from licking my asshole? I just wanted to hurt and humiliate him but things went further than I expected." Jenny looked down at me. I moved in-between her legs with my arms on her thighs.
She told me "I knew you were up to something coming home wet & horny from the mall every Tuesday afternoon, I'm going to need you to tell me everything Em? I need a full explanation."
So I began from the beginning... the first Tuesday afternoon my Ex followed me weirdly through the mall perving on me. The following Tuesday when I allowed him to kiss my ass romantically in the public toilet; a fortnight later when I hurt & humiliated him kicking his balls before letting him lick my asshole and masturbate himself on the floor.
