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This is the 7th part in the ‘Beth’ series, following on from MY (EX) GIRLFRIEND’S WORK DO CH. 04.
For anyone unaware of the history, I’ll summarise it quickly.
My then-girlfriend Beth had been with me for two years, we’d got together in the first weeks of our first year of University. Now in the third year, we had started our industrial placements – where we spend a year working with a real company which contributes 25% our final degree mark, with the remaining 75% gained during the fourth and final year back at Uni.
We’d got placements in different towns – they were commutable by train within a few hours but even so, this really limited our time together to weekends only. Sometimes we were able to see each other every week, sometimes every couple of weeks. Having been so closely-knit for two years previous this was a big change and took an immediate toll on our relationship. To be honest, it had already been stagnating a bit in the previous few months with our remote placements looming over us.
I found out that Beth had cheated on me soon after starting her placement that summer. To be precise, she’d been there less than two weeks before she’d taken only her third ever lover. Out of sight, out of mind, I guess.
This was totally out of character for an innocent, inexperienced and previously-faithful 22 year-old, but she’d developed an instant connection with a senior guy in her team (senior in both position and age, he was 40 and engaged to be married). She’d lied to me over an extended period and was sleeping with him regularly for a couple of months behind my back before breaking up with me. Even at that point she didn’t reveal there was anyone else involved. It took another month for me to find out the truth.
Even when broken up – before I knew she’d been cheating – we still met up occasionally as friends, and we’d had a couple of drunken one-night-stands together. The ‘friends’ thing was pure pretence from my side. I was still hopelessly in love with her and wanted her back, regardless of what she’d done. She eventually came clean about everything – the cheating, the guy, the timelines, all of it.
It was at this point I realised that the upset I was feeling was outweighed by lust, by the thought of this shy girl I knew so well (or thought I knew) having secret, slutty, cheating sex behind my back. The jealousy I felt that Beth – the girl I knew I wanted to marry one day – had been sharing her body with another man and lying to me was off the scale. It wasn’t angry jealousy, it was erotic. I had to admit it to myself – I got turned on by the thought of my special girl fucking another guy.
Over the next couple of weeks (now early November), it became clear to both of us that her fooling around with other guys was sexual dynamite for both of us, and we’d begun to use Beth’s escapades as lubricant for our own sexual re-awakening with each other. Every time we were about to get intimate, one of us (usually me) would steer the conversation to her sex life – we both loved the effect her stories had on us. Nether of us had explicitly said it out loud at that point, but it was obvious to both of us that we found what she was doing a massive turn-on.
We slept together with clear heads for the first time since early summer, even though her and Tom were still seeing each other. She must have still fancied me at least a little bit, and boy did I still fancy her.
I’d gone up to see her one Saturday in mid November to be her ‘plus one’ at a big end-of-year party her company was throwing – her and Tom were a secret so I knew we’d have to keep up the act of still being a couple. I was more than happy to do this for her – I would get to hug, kiss and touch her all evening just like a real boyfriend would. After a night drinking, getting to fuck her at the end of the night was a near certainty, probably while she teased me about her and Tom.
As I write, that party was last night, and it turned into easily the most sexually intense experience I’d ever had. For that story in detail, see ‘My (Ex) Girlfriend’s Work Do, parts 1-4’.
She had begun the evening by revealing she’d broken up with Tom the previous Sunday. I briefly thought we were getting back together like a ‘normal’ couple again, until she confessed that her colleague Alva had immediately set her up on a date for the very next day (Monday).
This is where it got really messy. The guy in question, Chris, was not only Beth’s HR placement liaison officer at her company, but also Alva’s ex-boyfriend and (very recent) fuck buddy. Across the course of the evening, Beth confessed that she’d been sleeping with Chris and staying over at his flat most of the past week. It all seemed to be moving dangerously fast.
She’d teased me quietly – as had become our game – about how they had got together and the things they’d done, all whilst we sat at our table in the noisy bar surrounded by her work colleagues, including Chris himself. They’d even fucked multiple times earlier that escort bursa very day, most recently about half an hour before she met me for dinner. She said she hadn’t had time to shower again after they’d done it, or to change her outfit before meeting me, which meant she was ‘fresh’ from sleeping with him.
She hated using protection, so she was almost certainly sitting there with his sperm still swimming inside her, urgently making their long journey through Beth’s reproductive system, desperate to fertilise her and knock-up my (hopefully) future Wife. However, the majority would be leaking into her knickers.
The thought of her getting pregnant by another guy had been constantly with me since Beth had confessed to sleeping with Tom. On a fantasy level it was the ultimate erotic act for me, even though I knew in reality it would be horrific.
During our conversation, she’d made me repeat my confession that I loved hearing her stories. The reassurance from my side allowed her to cut loose with me – so much so that we ended up in an alleyway around the back of the bar with me pumping her pretty mouth full of cum. I would later witness her making out with Chris in the same alleyway after she disappeared for a while. She saw me watching them. This was the very first time I’d seen her actually doing stuff with another guy. When she noticed me, I prayed she wouldn’t stop. She didn’t.
When they re-appeared in the bar afterwards, she introduced us. I shook hands with the guy who was bedding the girl I loved and wanted to marry one day. She was in her absolute element teasing me like this.
Well lubricated by the red wine, Beth took me to one side and told me quietly in no uncertain terms that she wanted to fuck Chris again that night. She said that if I let it happen I’d get my reward later on – a ‘dirty girl treat’. This was code for her divulging me all the details of their encounter while we played together.
As unlikely as it sounds to anyone in a normal relationship, I was in her thrall. I loved her. I saw her as my future, but I knew I could easily lose her.
If I was honest with myself, I enjoyed fooling around with Beth more when she was teasing me about her sex life than I did if we were focussed solely on each other. I was insanely turned on by the idea of her getting fucked.
A big part of letting her drag me to a party where I knew nobody (and at least a few would know my ‘girlfriend’ was screwing around) was that I might get to play ‘the game’ with her later.
I tried not to look too keen, but I couldn’t agree fast enough when she asked me to make myself scarce.
It was a weird feeling. Despite the recent relief she’d provided me in the alleyway, my cock was rock hard. Don’t get me wrong, I would have happily taken her home myself – but I could see by the look in her eyes what she really wanted, and it wasn’t me. I knew letting her go was the best option available to keep her wanting me in her life, I also knew the sex would be so, so much better when she returned.
So I left, let myself into her place with the hidden spare key and waited for her to return.
She threw me a curve ball. Instead of going back to his place, having sex then coming home, she texted me an hour later before appearing in the back alley behind her place with Chris a few minutes later.
I watched unseen from her bedroom window as they made out in the alleyway. Chris finger-fucked my ex as she leaned against a bike rack with her tits out like a common slut. Next thing I knew, they were crashing through the door all over each other. I peered over the bannister from the top of the stairs and saw him kneeling between her legs, eating her out hard. She had her eyes open, grinning drunkenly at me as his head disappeared up under her short dress and between her thick thighs.
Several minutes later she led him upstairs. I ducked into the dark bedroom across the hall from Beth’s and watched every detail of their intimate encounter as she blew his massive cock, before fucking him – unprotected – twice, knowing full well I was watching all of it.
She made him pull out of her the first time, albeit a little too late. He emptied most of his load all over her newly-grown brunette bush, although the opening salvos had been fired right into her cervix. After a little while they fucked again, this time with him ejaculating deep inside the girl I hoped one day would be the mother of my children.
Let’s just hope she remembers the pill tomorrow, I remember thinking.
Between the first and second fuck, they’d talked a bit about Chris’s previous relationship with Alva (Beth’s best friend at work) and had later said they loved each other. I was worried. Unlike Tom, Chris wasn’t engaged – she could leave me at any point and get together with him. I calmed myself with the thought that although she could, she hadn’t. At least not yet, which must mean something positive for us.
She hadn’t forgotten her promise to give me görükle escort my ‘dirty-girl treat’ and made an excuse to her new boyfriend, getting him to leave before coming back upstairs where I was waiting for her. We kissed as she teased me, making me admit that I liked seeing her being a ‘dirty girl’ with another guy.
I knew I wanted her more then than ever. She guided my face down to her used and swollen sex and pulled me into their mess. I ate her hard, cleaning her up before entering her with my modest manhood and shooting a massive load up her within a couple of minutes. Having witnessed her with Chris for over an hour, I’m surprised I even lasted that long.
And so, with the brief history of our recently-complicated relationship out of the way, I awoke on the Sunday morning with a naked Beth in my arms, her lovely blonde head nuzzled into the crook of my neck. We’d both fallen asleep pretty much where we laid after the final act last night,
It was November, and the heating was on full-blast. Her radiator thermostat didn’t work properly and was stuck permanently in the ‘on’ position. It was hot in her bedroom and we’d kicked the duvet away in the night, which was now bunched around our feet leaving us fully exposed.
Her single bed afforded almost no room to two fully-grown adults, with me at the very edge and Beth draped across me. I could feel the body heat radiating from her, the skin of her chest and her chubby left thigh stuck against mine. My left arm held her curvy body close, with her modest 34B-sized tits pressing into my side.
My ex’s womanly shape was a gorgeous sight, and I thanked my lucky stars she was still in my life given all the changes that had been happening in hers recently. She slept soundly – and after a night like last night I didn’t want to wake her. She deserved her beauty sleep after getting so royally fucked yesterday.
I replayed last night in my head, cringing inwardly at some of things I’d said and done, my cock hardening immediately as I reminisced. Beth must have been close to waking up anyway, stirring unconsciously as it hardened against thigh. She rolled away from me onto her back, sandwiched between me and the wall. As the daylight streamed through her crappy curtains, I saw her full-frontal in all her glory.
She was still one of the prettiest girls you’ll ever see. And although I’d always found her attractive – even as our sex life dwindled after 2 years together – I’d never stopped fancying her.
We both stank of raw sex, mingled with alcohol and sweat. The smell of Beth’s pussy was all over my face, and her pretty features were marked by dried cum – perhaps mine, probably Chris’s, likely some of her own too. Either way it was very visibly on her face, on both our faces.
It occurred to me that the pretty angel lying beside me had been fucked bareback six times in the past 24 hours, and four times since she’d last had a shower. She could do with one, that’s for sure. She was a far cry from the prim-and-proper posh girl I’d known prior to her placement who wouldn’t consider anything sexual before ‘powdering her nose’, and always insisted on a shower immediately afterwards. I guess with all the recent new experiences she’d been having, her standards had slipped and she’d finally loosened-up a little.
Her pale stomach had more remnants of dried sexual fluids, and her mousey pubic hair looked stiff and full of dry cum. When I’d gone down on her last night, it seems I’d neglected my ex’s hairy mound in favour of her gaping fuck hole. Understandable.
I could smell her unmistakable scent under my nose from eating her cheating, cum-filled pussy last night.
But I didn’t mind. I loved her smell, even if it wasn’t only her I was smelling.
I began to stroke my hard cock slowly and carefully as she slept, the sight before me contributing to my arousal in a big way. After a couple of minutes I looked back at her face only to find her staring right back at me, wide awake and grinning inanely.
“Morning, naughty boy”. She giggled, knowingly.
“Sorry”. I responded, with the awkwardness of a guy who’s just been caught jerking off. I slowed, but didn’t stop.
“You’re not sorry about last night though hopefully? No regrets?” She smirked, sarcastically.
“What do you think?” I evaded the question.
“What do I think? I think that last night you watched me get fucked by my boyfriend right in front of you. You even gave me your permission… I mean… how weird is that? And I think the fact that you’re literally wanking off now looking at me in this state proves you don’t regret any of it, right?”.
“Pretty much”. I confirmed.
“You know I like to hear you say it though… go on, and I might think about giving you a hand with that.”
She was playing our game again. And just as with all the other times, at that point I’d have said the sky was green if it meant getting Beth’s hands on me. I crumbled instantly.
“You’re right… I don’t regret a single moment of last night. Not your confessions in the bar, not the alleyway, not giving you my permission. Even if it was only permission to go back to his and do… whatever. I’m so glad you bought him back here instead and so glad I got to see it. Seeing you get fucked and watching him cum inside your tight little cunt was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”
“That’s exactly why I bought him back, it was a bit of a gamble but I was confident you’d roll with it. But I’m not sure you should be calling me little and tight anymore…” She teased, playing back our sex talk from last night as she began gently masturbating herself.
“Definitely not, you were so wide open after being with him, you felt like someone totally different wrapped around my cock.”
“Oh fuck that’s hot” she replied. “So, it turns you on that Chris has a bigger dick than you then?”
“Not that he has a bigger dick as such. I mean, it’s hot that it can hit places and make you feel things I can’t, but it’s more about what it does to you – that it fills you totally and stretches you to the limit, it changes the way you feel physically for me, he affects us even when he’s not there.”
“Ok, so that’s what turns you on, right? The thought of your special girl enjoying sex with other guys more than I do with you?”
“I don’t know why, but yeah.” I admitted, now wanking furiously next to Beth as she did the same.
“I wonder if I should start worrying about you..” She stated. “…who on earth wants to see their partner enjoy sex with someone else?”
I had nothing to say. It was weird, and I knew it
She broke the awkward silence.
“What about the stuff after? After he left?…”
I knew what she was referring to, and I’d been avoiding it.
“…when you did… what you did with your hand… and then kissed me, but most of all when you… you know… say it for me…”
“Come on babe, it’s embarrassing, you know what happened, don’t make me say it…”
“Hearing you say it is what turns me on… besides, you didn’t seem so embarrassed last night when you had your face buried in my dirty vag…” She was strumming herself hard and fast at this point and I felt I could push her over the edge easily with a simple admission, but I wasn’t quite ready to cum yet and was enjoying watching her squirm for a change.
Before I could reply she jumped in ahead of me.
“…say it… admit how much you loved it and I’ll let you fuck me right now…”
Without hesitation, I slid on top of my ex’s curvy body and between her thick thighs. I held myself up and away from her, giving her hands room to continue pleasuring herself. She grabbed my cock with her right hand and wiped the head up and down the wet, meaty, slick folds of her entrance as she carried on masturbating furiously with her left.
I pushed into her wetness easily. Virtually no resistance. The walls of my ex’s sopping cunt wrapped warmly – but loosely – around my cock, and I began to fuck her.
“Oh yes babe… fuck me… fuck your slutty ex… tell me the truth about last night…”
As normal, I did as she wanted.
“I don’t regret anything babe… I don’t regret… licking you… your beautiful cunt… even afterwards.”
She was clearly on the verge of orgasm.
“Say it babe… even after what?”
I was now as out of control as Beth and was pounding her furiously as she demanded I admit what we both knew already.
“I loved licking you when you’d just been fucked babe… you were such a mess… he ruined your gorgeous cunt for me, just like you told him to… and I’ve always wondered what it would be like to eat fresh cum out of a girl, since before I even met you… I just always assumed…”
She finished my sentence for me.
“…that it would be your own?”
I smiled awkwardly.
Beth suddenly silenced me by sticking her tongue down my throat. She gripped my head with her hands as her little legs had wrapped tightly around my ass and pulled me as far into her as possible as her body jerked in orgasm.
“Fucking hell… cum for me babe… inside me… inside your dirty girl like last night… cum in my cunt!”
I collapsed on top of her, hands clawing at her chubby ass as I filled my ex’s promiscuous pussy with rope after rope of hot cum. This was the seventh load she’d taken in just over 24 hours. We caught our breath for a minute or two before she pushed me off her. As I rolled onto my back she immediately rolled on top, straddling me as we laid face to face. The tips of our noses touched as a wicked smirk spread across her pretty face.
She giggled naughtily as she kissed me tenderly on the lips and whispered.
“Treat time.”
Grabbing the headboard suddenly, she levered herself forwards, a smooth knee and a milky white thigh landing either side of my head. Another little shuffle forwards and before I knew what was happening, my ex was lowering her hairy, freshly-fucked pussy down onto my face. As she did so, my creampie began to spill out of her gaping hole, hanging from her meaty, protruding cunt lips and dripping onto my chin. My tongue eased inside her as she sat fully down on my face.
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