It had been six weeks since we broke off the engagement. Six weeks when I finally got her to agree to see me. To talk about what had happened. To talk about if there was any future for us.
It was almost noon when I knocked on the door. After a few moments Sarah opened it, looking as amazing as ever. She was a petite girl. Just over five feet tall, athletic, but with amazing curves. She was a Filipina, with gorgeous golden brown skin and rich, chocolate nipples on the tips of her luscious breasts.
We hugged and she invited me in. She was wearing loose shorts and an open-backed top. It was clear there was no bra underneath. I stared at her round ass as she led me into her new apartment.
We talked. We talked about all the things that had gone wrong in the relationship. All the things that weren't working. She said she loved me but just didn't know if she was ready to be back in a relationship right now. I told her I'd love her forever. We laughed, and we cried a lot. As I held her, she cried against my chest. I began to rub her back. Soon she stopped crying. She told me how good it felt. I told her to lie down and I'd give her a full massage.
As she lay on her back, I began working her shoulders. I sat over her ass, hoping she wouldn't feel how stiff my cock had gotten as I touched her. If she did, she didn't acknowledge it. I worked my way down her back, working out the knots. When I reached the small of her back I let my hands stray lower, working her ass through her shorts. When she did not object, I snaked my hands up through the bottom, so that I was massaging her bare ass.
"What are you doing," she asked.
"I'm touching you," I replied.
"We shouldn't."
"I know." As I said this I slid her shorts aside to look at her ass. That's when I noticed. Sarah had always had a little hair in the crack of her ass. It didn't bother me. I even thought it was a little cute. But now, I saw that her asshole was completely shaven. Without thinking I pushed her apart and looked at it. Her freshly shaven asshole.
As I worked my way down her legs, massaging her calves, all I could think about was her ass. Why had she shaven it? Who had she shaven it for? Who was she fucking? I tried to tell myself that I didn't know if she was fucking anyone, but then I kept on going back to her ass. She'd never done that before.
Almost against my will I worked my way back up to her ass. Again I pushed her shorts aside. Again I looked at her bare asshole.
"Steve," she said, "we really shouldn't..."
Before she could finish I my head was down to her ass. I shove my tongue out and ran it across her asshole, tasting her.
"Steve!"
She started to pull away, but I held her there. I began lapping at it, rimming her. Soon I started to push my tongue into her bare asshole. I had to taste it, to have it. Above me I could hear her moaning. She always loved to have her ass eaten. I could smell her pussy as the juices started to drip down her thigh.
I lifted my head up and flipped her over. I could see the sexed look in her eyes as I undid her shorts and pulled them down her legs. My breath caught as I saw her pusssy. It too was shaven completely bald. Her luscious lips were exposed and open for me to see. I bent down and kissed her mound. Then I moved lower, nuzzling her clit before I ran my tongue along the length of her pussy. She shuttered and moaned, "No, Steve."
As I ate her pussy, I noticed that something was different. The taste. There was a saltier muskier taste to her pussy. Almost like...
It hit me. I was eating Sarah's pussy and I was tasting cum. Another man's cum. My head reeled. She was fucking someone else, and she'd fucked him just before I came here. I should have stopped. I should have bolted upright and called her a slut, a whore. But I didn't. I don't know why to this day, but I didn't. Instead I kept licking her pussy. I snaked my tongue as deep as I could into her and lapped his cum from her hole. I felt her shudder as her fist orgasm traveled through her body. She came as I ate his cum out of her. I couldn't take it anymore.
