Tales of A Naughty Wife: Riding My Ex (18+)

Dayo was one of my ex-boyfriends, he was one of the guys I dated but did not fuck and he was one guy that really, truly tested my resolve not to have sex before marriage at the time.

I had a rule then. To avoid temptation, I would make sure not to put myself in a position that would call for that, so I was never alone with any of my boyfriends. I made sure we met up at restaurants or in my home since my parents and siblings are usually around. I figured that no matter how tempted I got, nothing will happen as long as there were witnesses.

Dayo was one guy that made me realise how wrong I was. He would call me every night, describing explicitly the things he wanted to do to me in bed. He would talk about stroking my body and eating my pussy until I screamed in pleasure. He would take his time, talking about how he wanted do drive his cock deeply up my pussy and he would go on and on.

I knew I should have stopped him, but a part of me really enjoyed it at the time. Sometimes, he would touch himself and I would hear him masturbate till he came, my name on his lips. Some of those nights, I would actually agree to meet him the next day so we can fuck, but by morning, my sense will return, so did my determination to remain celibate.

Six months into my marriage, Dayo contacted me. He sent me a text message saying he heard I was married and offering his congratulations. I replied immediately, telling him how much I missed him. He called a few minutes afterwards, and our conversation soon entered dangerous territory.

"So now that you are officially disvirgined, is there hope for guys like us?" He asked, trying to sound playful.

I laughed. "I was not a virgin when we dated. I just wanted to wait until marriage to have sex again."

"Whatever. Same difference." He said, then paused. "God, Abby, I have missed you so much. I spent so many nights dreaming about your body. You were one woman that truly drove me insane."

His words made my stomach flutter. I giggled and he went on. As usual, he started getting very sexual, talking about how much he wanted me and how he would give anything to fuck me.

"Maybe we should meet up tomorrow," I said, interrupting his long rant about licking and stroking my ass.

"What? Are you serious? Or is it that thing you usually do where you tell me you will fuck then the next day, you change your mind."

I laughed. "Don't be silly, Dayo. I'm serious, let's meet up."

We spent the next hour determining the time and place.

I bent my head in an attempt to hide my face when the guard at the hotel greeted me as I entered. I was not sure why, but I did this all the time when I had to meet up with my boyfriends at a hotel. I had made my peace with having affairs and I truly believed it was the only way to save my marriage, but I still felt that slight shame. This did not even make sense as the hotel staffs were strangers who knew nothing about me or that I was married.

In a quiet voice, I asked for the direction to the room at the reception since Dayo had informed me earlier that he was there already. I got there, knocked and he let me in.

"Wow, you are even more beautiful than I imagined."

This was the part I was not a fan of. The 'before' part, where I felt that twinge of guilt. It was funny, my guilt usually came before, not after the act. I wanted to skip the before part so I immediately collided with Dayo and, wrapping my hands around his neck and reached up to kiss him.

He seemed to agree that we should skip the pleasantries. We spent the next few seconds kicking off shoes and getting naked. He gently pushed me so I was laying on the bed and he came to lay atop me. I reached a hand between us and wrapped it around his hard cock. I sighed, why was my husband not blessed with such magnificent dick?

I closed my eyes and guided him to the entrance of my pussy. As soon as he entered, I pushed upwards, swallowing his hard cock. He groaned and began to push in and out. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his hardness even deeper inside me as I gently pushed my hips against him.

We fucked that way for a while then he wanted me to turn around. "I need to enjoy your beautiful ass," he mumbled.

I did as he said. He put a pillow underneath my pelvis to elevate my ass and knelt between my legs. After a few moments, I felt him bent and began to trail kisses around the curve of my ass. The kisses soon turned to licking as his finger probed my asshole. I moaned, enjoying the sweet attention. He brought his dick to my ass crack and began to rub against it. I wiggled my ass, eliciting a moan from him.

He pushed my legs apart and plunged his hand into my dripping pussy from behind. I pushed up my ass and hips, gently swaying to get his attention.

"Stop with the games, just fuck me," I said.

He obliged and drilled my cunt with his dick. His thrusts, this time, were harder and deeper. I met him halfway, pushing against him so his dick kept hitting all my sweet spot. I wiggled against him again and again until he was close to orgasm. I felt his cock throb within me and closed my eyes, letting the wave of pleasure take over me while hoping he remembered our agreement not to cum inside me.

Finally, he pulled out his cock and settled it between my ass. He guided his dick up and down between my ass again and again until I started feeling spurts of hot cum on my back. He kept going until he had drained all his cum, then collapsed beside me in bed. I laid still, feeling his cum trail down my back, some falling onto the sheets.

Like I said, this was the part where I felt satisfied. There was no guilt, only contentment.