Having Sex with an Expectant Ex-Partner
To begin, let me take you through a true story.
Following almost 5 years of marriage, I discovered my wife's infidelity. We separated, her lover moved into her space, and we parted ways.
Though this might've marked the end of the tale, it actually became more complicated.
Our families were taken aback, my former mother-in-law and sisters grieved our split. It was necessary for me to heal and progress forward.
With no children, we divided our belongings, and I settled into my career as a mid-level manager at a factory. I maintained successful relationships with women and was certain I'd manage well.
Simultaneously, my ex-girlfriend's partner was, to put it bluntly, an unproductive individual with a demeaning approach. They were bound to break up, but before their divorce, he left her pregnant.
One of my ex-sisters-in-law called, panicking to share the news. I didn't feel joyous about my ex-wife's struggles, but the burden wasn't mine.
"I'm delighted to chat with you (I've always enjoyed interacting with such a seductive sister in law), but my sister's troubles aren't my responsibility."
Regardless, she continued to convey how bitterly unhappy my ex-wife was.
"Alright, let me make this clear – I'm trying not to be impolite, but I don't give a damn. Feel free to contact me, just leave out the stories I don't need to hear."
Within a week, while entering my home after a workout session, the doorbell rang. I answered, and standing in front of me was my ex-wife, highly pregnant.
"Hello," she asked, "May I step inside?"
I stepped back and granted her access.
In spite of my eagerness to get rid of her, I couldn't resist admitting her appearance considered sexy. Despite myself, I could feel my penis growing.
"I wanted to offer my apologies for all the misery I've caused in our lives."
"Listen. We've made our decision. There are no excuses, explanations necessary. We've got no future, so let's lay the past to rest and move on. I wish you well, but I have no intention of being part of it."
"I understand."
She approached me and as we once used to, she hugged me. I couldn't resist the sensations – their familiarity, but also their novelty. Her body clung to me, and a heartfelt kiss led to a passionate embrace between two former lovers.
I struggled with conflicting feelings: my routine reaction towards my ex-wife vs the raw lust I couldn't deny.
Her body pressed against mine, evoking emotions similar to previous times. Our pregnancy had amplified her breasts, and her breasts, now cumbersome with milk, were what I felt against my body. Our breaths mingled, our desperation unleashed, and one kiss took over.
As the past receded, we found ourselves engulfed in our desire for intercourse. I lifted her and carried her towards my bed, stripping her clothes off and casting mine aside.
Her body was still an irresistible appeal and my engorged penis, once confined, now bounced back into action.
She allowed her blouse to be removed and I mauled her enlarged breasts. I tore away her bra, exposing her juicy tits. With her pregnancy, her breasts were particularly sensitive. Each suck and kiss spurred pleasure throughout her body.
Under the thirst for affection, our passion overwhelmed any prior shame, and I face-fucked her violently. My hard penis was thrust into her mouth, prompting gagging. I wanted to fill her throat with my sperm but, a more potent fantasy dominated me.
I withdrew and suspended her in my arms. Unable to wait any longer, I kissed her frantically. Desires for physical unity were overwhelming.
"Screw me," she pleaded, flinging her arms around me, "Fuck my pregnant pussy! Please, give me your hardness!"
Passionately, we stood leaning towards each other, locked in a kiss. I scanned her figure, appreciating her body for the first time. A tinge of nostalgia regretted the child not being my daughter. Yet, the urge to copulate consumed me.
I laid her on her back on my bed, knelt and widened her legs, and worshipped her smooth and cleanly shaven crotch. She often enjoyed me adoring her feet.
I placed a kiss on her toe and then teased and sucked on her big toe. She breathed sharply.
"Oh God...I've missed this."
I continued to pleasure her legs as I traveled towards her dark, wet vagina. It was dripping with fluids and possessed a pleasant musk. I kissed her vaginal lips and explored deep below.
Caressed by the pleasure from my kisses, her orgasm grew stronger.
"Oh fuck! I'm coming!"
The sound of her moaning grew louder as my tongue delved deeper inside her. Her tangy fluids coated my tongue and I drank them avidly. I discovered her swollen clit, which had reached the size of a big almond. I greedily sucked her clit with fervor, and suddenly a wave of pleasure washed through her body, leaving her engulfed in ecstasy with her first orgasm. Her legs tightened around my face, trembling in the aftermath. Meanwhile, a torrent of warm fluids cascaded onto my face. This particular experience, while in bed with her, I attributed to her pregnancy.
I was excited.
However, I yearned to insert my hard penis into her.
I moved up, and without any prior indication, my ex grabbed my erect penis and pulled me closer to the entrance of her cunt. As she positioned me, I moved forward.
In a seamless movement, my raging erection was entirely enclosed by my ex-wife's moist, warm, and snug cunt. I remained motionless for a while, cherishing the sensation of the woman I believed would be my lifelong companion and partner. I also relished the sensation of her changing, pregnant figure.
However, these pleasant sensations quickly vanished as the woman below me began moving frantically. She started humping her hips against me, pushing me to increase my pace. As I drove in, my seven inches of enlarged penis filled her vagina up to the topmost point of her cervix. By contrast, I'd stopped trying to keep myself in control, reveling in the power I felt over this woman's body.
"Oh my god! What are you doing? Fuck me, fuck me hard!"
I repeated the moving pattern, wanting her to plead for me to take control, to be fucked. But soon, I was plowing straight into her so fervently it seemed we were nothing more than wild animals in heat.
I felt an explosive feeling in my balls as my ex-wife shrieked, "God, oh god! I'm coming!"
My heart ignited. All of the love I possessed for her, the pain, the resentment, erupted, and I released my seed inside her, blending with her own fluids.
I collapsed on top of her as we struggled to catch our breath. Our bodies moulded together just like we had so many times before. I turned to the side, and she stretched out on my body.
After a few minutes, I looked at her as she wept. Both of us anticipated that this would be our final act of love.
"I have to leave."
She awaited my reaction.
"Yes, you should leave."
She kissed me once more, headed for the door, and silently shut it behind her as we mused about the lost potential between us.
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