It didn’t mean anything

I’ve written over 100 stories on this site and most are based in an element of true events that I’ve experienced. I was having a conversation with a friend tonight, I recalled the first time I strayed in a relationship. What I’m saying is, this is 100 % true.

I’d been involved with someone for a number of years, and we were even married. Previously. I’d been in an emotionally abusive relationship. The sex was phenomenal. The stud had an amazingly chiseled body and a huge dick. Things in the bedroom were fantastic, but when we weren’t fucking he was controlling and would go out of his way to make sure I was miserable. For awhile I believed that’s what I deserved, tried to convince myself that for a good fuck it was worth the abuse. After almost 7 years, I filed for divorce. I’d still get a text or call from him from time to time, but I was selective about responding. 

Once that ended, I rebounded and met a man that treated me with incredible kindness, respect, and we became very good friends, and we got married. Things in the bedroom were less than exciting. While I know he’d never hurt a fly, he just wasn’t doing it for me in the bedroom. Physically, not at all resembling my psycho ex boyfriend.

And then one day, my psycho ex texted me. I let my guard down, we exchanged texts. They became more sexual in nature as they progressed. I was really surprised because he’d recently married and literary returned from his honeymoon less than a month ago. But yet, I blame myself for allowing him to seduce me. I began to recall our hot sex, his hot body, those ripped muscles, that big Latin uncut dick. I clearly lost my senses and agreed to meet him!

With his new husband not at home, when I arrived, there he was, shirtless and in jeans. His exposed toned brown skin, his pecs, his quarter-sized nipples. The chest hair. I could not resist. And he knew it. Immediately, he began to demean me. “Come in you fucking whore. You know you want this dick. That’s why you’re here. I still own you and always will” Memories of his continuous putdowns that broke my psyche, that I had to go through years of therapy to overcome flashed through my head. I knew intellectually I shouldn’t be doing this, but I was there, and I had no defense. Hearing his voice brought back all the awful memories and yet, i still let him control me, the emotional distress building within me.

I entered his house and I didn’t say anything. He could see my internal struggle and he said, “I know you. Once I pull of my jeans, you’re mine. You’ll always be mine because you’re nothing. You’re nothing without my cock. You’re a worthless shit”. He looked at me so smug. I knew he was right and he knew it, too. I still said nothing. I believed him. 

Looking me in the eye he undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. “This is what you came here for you fucking faggot. Fucking pathetic”, and then he pulled down this jeans using his thumbs and revealed a pair of gray CK boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his incredible 9.5” bulge. “You’re a fucking cocksucking faggot. You always have been and you always will be”. 

Then he pulled down his briefs and out sprang that huge uncut monster cock. You know, the kind that can’t fit in just one hand. It was hard and throbbing. Even though I hate this man for all he’s done to me over the years, I found myself on my knees making love to his hard-on without a second thought. His dick was like a drug to me, I couldn’t get enough.

As I’m blowing him, knowing I shouldn’t be doing this, he’s got his hand atop my head and screaming, “oh fuck, just like old times. I knew I could fuck you up and you’d still come back for more of this dick. You know how I like it faggot, deep and slow deep and slow.” I did know how he liked it. I’m now so mad at myself that I’m doing this, thinking about this man that loves me at home, and wondering what brought me there, Wondering what the hell is wrong with me? I keep working his cock with my mouth like my life depended on it. I let him choke fuck me.  He’s looking down at me, laughing at me, fucking my throat . “After all this time, you crawl back for MY cock. You’re weak, you’re a fucking weakling. You’re not even a man, sucking my cock like a cheap whore. That’s exactly what you are fucker”! 

Now tears are pouring down my face because I know he’s right.  I am pathetic and weak. And as he spins me around to fuck me, it hits me. I’m realizing that I’m getting fucked by my ex because I like the way he makes me feel small and worthless and that very likely I’m here taking his huge fuck meat because I’m not getting this at home. I was craving not only his dick and his body, but that big fat monster dick. I wasn’t getting this at home. One of my basic human needs was unfilled, and I was there to close the gap. 

I let him fuck me senseless pounding my ass while I lay flat on my stomach and he begins to speak in my ear “I can’t wait to tell your husband that I fucked and bred you. Im gonna fill your ass and you’re gonna let me. Then I’m going to send our texts to you boyfriend. Your not good enough for him, not good enough for anyone really”, all of this while  fucking me stupid.  I tense up, because I know he’s a sick motherfucker and I know he will. He also knows I’m too much of a wuss to say anything to his husband. Then he continues, “I’m gonna fill your  ass with my load, bitch. And you’re going to go home with it. Your husband will be reading my texts and will see you, and you’ll still be  full of my seed. Fucker!” This stud fucked me until I was begging  for him to shoot in me. I didn’t care at that moment. The way his big fuckstick felt inside me was something I’d missed, something I’d needed. For a moment, I didn’t care what the consequence would be. I’d deal with that later. For now, I didn’t want him to stop!

Sure enough, the psychopath dumps his seed in my ass. I begin to head home trying to process what just happened. within the hour my husband texts me.”we need to talk when you get home”.  I get a sick feeling in my stomach because I let this fucker manipulate me.  I get home and my husband shows me the text exchange and asks “Am I not enough?” 

I replied that I was sorry, I was weak, he was hot, I couldn’t say no. He replied and said, I think your ex is right about you. You let him manipulate you because you like the attention. You like the excitement . You are exactly what he said, you are a worthless whore who will open your ass for any dick. until the day you die you’ll be alone and wishing you’d never done this. I was sobbing and pleading for him not to end us, to give me another chance. He said, “you don’t think I know you fuck around you fucking trash lying piece if shit. Fuck YOU! And then he grabbed some of his things and left. 

I tried to call and attempted to explain we’re all human and make mistakes, that it didn’t mean anything. He called me “fucking asshole” and hung up on me after telling me to lose his number and that he’s filing for divorce. 

So, here i am. My ex husband, so fucking twisted made it his business to destroy me and my marriage. Maybe it was eventually going to happen? I look for cock because I crave it. I’ve long since given up on finding a man that can both respect me and treat me like a whore in bed. So, my ass does open for any dick, and now, I sit here with a Cellblock cage on my cock. You can see the journey I took to get here. I’ll always be mad at my ex for many reasons, but I also thank him. He saw me for what I was long before I knew. Funny how that happened.