In life, sometimes our paths take different turns, just like what happened with Sylvia and me. Even though I had a crush on her, life's ups and downs led us down separate roads, and we went our own ways. When we worked together for five years, we had a great time and shared something special.
It had been a whole ten years since we last saw each other, but fate had a way of bringing us back together. We bumped into each other at the airport, and it turned out we were both going to the same city. So, I quickly changed my seat, and it was like no time had passed at all. We just picked up right where we left off, as if those ten years were just a blink of an eye. The excitement, the understanding, and the feeling of being on the same wavelength were off the hook.
Sylvia was the type of woman I loved: thin, very white, looking like a librarian. Serious, but, at the same time, very affectionate.
Interestingly enough, we'd both been through divorces and were focusing on our careers and personal growth at the time.
So, I finally took the plunge and got into a serious relationship. After a year of dating, we decided to tie the knot. Coincidentally, I had a house in the same neighborhood as her ex-husband. So, we packed our bags and moved there. Every once in a while, we'd bump into him, and we'd even exchange a few hellos. He was a big guy, on the chubby side, and not really the social butterfly type. Maybe that played a role in why things didn't work out between him and Sylvia. She's more into having deep conversations and figuring things out for herself.
Our marriage was, like, totally awesome! I guess we finally figured out what we were doing wrong before and were like, "This time, we're gonna make it work no matter what!" It wasn't even that hard because we worked together like a dream team or something.
In bed we always loved to do some role playing but, one day I happened to see a text on her phone from her ex. It wasn't anything too obvious, but it was pretty clear that he still wanted to be a part of her life in some way. Instead of getting all jealous, I tried to understand that when you get married, it creates a bond that doesn't just disappear. But even though I get that, I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable about it. On the other hand I was feeling horny!
That night, when we were in bed, I could not resist and started role playing with her, but, this time, mentioning the name of her husband. I was already very excited but, as soon as she started to get wet, much more the the usual way, it led me to new heights of lust!
I could feel she had a deep desire for him and, because of his continuous messages, he was always present in her life. This probably created a mixture of guilty feeling with great memories.
After a wonderful hour together, I couldn´t avoid asking her about their sex life. She relented and tried to avoid the subject but, in the end, it was clear to me he was the dominant type and, although he was not a great husband, he managed her sexually in a way she would feel used and abused, but loved it.
After understanding that new information and reading between the lines of her version of the story,Ii was erect again and fucked her like there was no tomorrow; she came twice, very loudly... possibly remembering her ex...
I noticed that, after that night, she started to contact her ex more frequently... nothing problematic or that could be deemed as unfaithful, but the conversation was less monosylabic. Also, our sex frequency increased as well and I must say that the Ex´s role-playing thing, was happening almost every night. In fact I asked her to start calling me Charles, his name... in the beginning, she was reluctant but, in the end, she was also aroused by this. She would even call me Charles during the day which, as a matter of fact, gave me an immediate hard-on. Sometimes she would jerk me off, all of a sudden, and start telling that she was going to be fucking Charles... she would drive me crazy and then I would fuck her, in the kitchen, on the sofa... Jesus, even at the mall parking lot.
I started to do some crazy stuff... I would put a portrait of him on the side of our bed (removing it during the day), have posters of her declaring her love for him with a sexy photo of her (also had to hide it...) and even have a screen saver with his and her photos in our room TV while we fucked.
I knew this was probably going too far and pushing her desires to the limit, but i just couldnt stop myself and I was too much into it already.
One day, during sex, I proposed to her text him a bit more, while I sucked her pussy... she would not show me the text, but she would tell me (well, at least her version of it) what they were talking.
In the beginning, it was a very bureaucratic conversation but, as she got more and more aroused, the text would start to be more intimate.
"I miss having you here with me..." said Charles.
"You know I miss that too baby..." replied Sylvia.
"Would you come to visit me?"
"I don't know...not sure this is a good idea..."
"C´mon, you have to visit the dogs and my mother..."
"Well..."
"I promise I will behave and be a good ex husband..."
"I will think about it..."
I was going insane with pleasure - I fucked her like never before and she was sooo wet! She kept screaming: "Fuck me Charles, fuck me harder!!" This was roleplaying at its best!
I knew right then that it was a no-return trip... She would be fucking her ex soon enough and I was going to love it...
Finally, she got the courage to ask me:
"Honey, would you mind if I go visit Charles´ mom?"
"Of course not darling..."
"Are you sure... I mean, there's nothing to fear but still..."
"No worries pussycat, he is your ex and you guys have a history...It´s only natural that you still talk."
And, there she went...
What she didn't know is that I had installed different devices in her car, purse, and key chain that allowed me to see, hear, and locate her--not perfectly, but well enough to understand what was passing around the devices.
I was anxiously waiting for her to arrive to his home...
At first they had basic conversations and she went to see the dogs, his mother and so forth.
Finally he arranged for them to be by themselves in his sofa, that used to be theirs... after a lot of small talk and reminecenses, he started to be a little more direct.
The reader should be aware that he weighted 2 to 3 times Sylvia´s weight... so, if i could understand what was happening, this is what i figured out.
He hold her firmly on the sofa and started fingering her... Apparently she resisted, but it´s very easy to slip your finger and reach a woman´s vagina, especially if she wears a dress (as she did...).
"Remember how you loved it baby?"
"Charles please, no...I am married... you promised to behave... I was not unfaithful to you and I don´t want to do this to my husband..."
But i could sense she was not resisting at all...
"Open your legs Syl... yes... like that... let me make you cum... you love it..."
She was moaning incoherently, and, finally, she came... three times in a quick succession... she was definitely missing him...
"Suck my dick Syl..."
And I could tell that she immediately went to do it with gusto...
