Four More Kinky Women

Wrong Romance

 

ONE.

 

I pressed Jessica face first into the wall next to the door of my apartment. A minute early she had been just about to leave. One thing led to another and suddenly we were fucking. Her dress was hiked up over her hips and I’m pretty sure I tore her panties when I yanked them off. The tattered remains were tangled around her left ankle. I had gone so far as to actually unzip my pants and unbuckle my belt just enough to get my cock out.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she moaned as I had sunk my cock into her pussy.

She had a point. She was my ex.

Not ex-girlfriend. Ex-wife.

Even with no foreplay I was rock hard and she was wet enough to soak her panties along with the insides of her thighs before I had unceremoniously removed them off. She pressed her ass back against me as I started thrusting into her. There was no slow, passionate build up to lovemaking. This was pure, raw fucking.

“I know,” I grunted. After only a couple of thrusts I was thumping the wall hard enough that the couple of pictures I had hung up were bouncing against the drywall.

That didn’t stop us, but it probably let any passerby in the hallway know exactly what we were doing.

I knew I wasn’t going to last very long. It had been a long time since I had fucked Jessica. It had been a long time since I had fucked anyone. Even though we were divorced and I just wanted to get off, I didn’t want Jessica walking away saying I was a lousy fuck. I reached around her body, down to her pussy, and slid my fingers along her slit until I found her clit.

She groaned as I fingered her. “Fuck…”

“Want me to stop?”

“No…”

Jessica had always been a good fuck. Making her cum wasn’t that hard, but she needed special attention. We had only been married three years, together for five, but I knew her body better than another other in the world.

I caught her clit between my index and middle fingers, squeezing it gently, while I thrusted my cock into her pussy. She moaned again and then started making the sharp, fast inhalations I hadn’t heard in far too long. This had always made her cum in the past and was going to work again.

“No…” she repeated.

Now I was confused. I paused in my thrusts. “You want me to stop?”

“Yes. Fuck! No.”

“What the fuck, Jess?” I asked. I kept my cock inside her, but she was ruining the romance of the moment. “What do you want?”

“Just fuck me,” she sighed. It wasn’t a happy sigh. It was the sigh of a frustrated housewife. I hadn’t heard that sigh in a year.

Still, since I was already well into her velvety pussy, I wasn’t going to just stop, even if she wasn’t happy. I pressed her harder against the wall. The pictures continued to thump with our motions.

“I’ve got a boyfriend,” she moaned as she came.

“I don’t care,” I replied as I finished inside her.

The problem with passionate, raw fucking is that condoms aren’t used.

I pinned Jessica against the wall while we both breathed heavily from the sudden race we had run. I locked my knees. I didn’t want to fall down.

“You came in me,” she said in an accusing tone. She pushed her hands against the wall but I was too heavy for her to move.

“That’s the whole point of fucking, isn’t it?” It was an asshole thing to say, but I said it anyway.

She pushed harder and forced me off her. I stumbled back but managed to keep my balance, even with my pants almost to my knees. “You fucking came in me!” she complained. Reaching down to her ankles she lifted up her panties. “You tore my panties! This isn’t what I wanted!”

“What did you want?”

Jessica ignored my question. She stalked across the room to the bathroom, her panties wadded up in her hand. I tucked myself back into my pants while she cleaned up.

“I want you to leave me alone,” she answered when she came out of the bathroom.

“That’s kind of hard when we have a kid we’re sharing custody of.”

My ex looked around the small apartment. “If you got a bigger place, she could spend the night. Just a second bedroom. A place for her to stay.” When my daughter spent the night, I took the couch and she got my bed. Jessica knew that, but still complained.

This was an old argument between us. I stupidly rose to the bait. “But all my money goes to child support and alimony,” I replied. That was a lie, but I wasn’t going to back down from her.

“You always were an asshole, Gavin,” she said.

“And yet you married me.” I glanced down at her body. “You know, I can’t tell you aren’t wearing any panties.”

Jessica’s face soured. “I have to go home to Bill with your cum in me.”

“You were the one who wanted to be fucked,” I pointed out.

“Just because I said I missed you doesn’t mean I wanted you to fuck me,” she snapped. And that was a lie. We both knew it.

 

“I miss you sometimes,” she said. She had come to my place because she was picking up a sweater our daughter had left behind during her weekend visit.

“Right. You miss me. That’s why you divorced me.”

“Okay, I miss your cock.” She had an evil, wanton smile. “Sometimes.”

“It’s right here if you want it,” I told her.

That’s all it took.

 

“Next time you come to my place, we won’t fuck. You’ll keep your panties on.”

“Very fucking funny.”

“Next time there won’t be a next time,” I said.

“Things are getting serious with Bill,” she said. It was an abrupt change in the conversation and caught me off guard.

“Billy the Boyfriend?” I asked. “How long has it been? We’ve been divorced a year and you’ve been dating him for six months? Yeah, I suppose that’s serious.”

“He’s moving in with me.”

I grimaced. “I should have seen that coming.”

“I’m moving on with my life. You should move on with yours.”

“If you’re moving on, why are you still fucking me?” I asked her.

“This was a mistake.”

“I think that if you were happy with Billy, you wouldn’t be coming to my place to get laid.”

Jessica smiled at me and then abruptly slapped me across the face. It didn’t hurt, but I got the point.

“Right,” I agreed. “Next time I see you, we won’t fuck.”

She said nothing, threw open the door, and walked out of my life.

Again.

I knew she’d be back.

 

 

TWO.

 

It was supposed to be a perfect starter marriage. We met after college. We dated. We married. We divorced. It was supposed to be perfect, except we had a kid along the way. If Jessica had wanted a life of riches, she shouldn’t have married a guy working for the county department of social services.

And apparently she did want a life of riches. Billy the Boyfriend worked for a bank. Computing and investing. Or something. Whatever. Why he was moving into my old house, I’ll never know. He should have had enough money for his own, nicer place for Jessica to move into.

We might never have seen each other again if not for Sophie, our daughter.

Even if for her, our interactions could have been simple and almost businesslike.

But apparently Billy couldn’t give Jessica everything she wanted.

It was only a month our initial post-divorce fuck that Jessica wound up back in my bed.

She knocked on my door and when I opened it she said, “Just shut the fuck up and take off your pants.”

Back when we were dating, before marriage, before Sophie, Jessica would say she wanted to have sex by telling me to take off my pants.

“Right here in the hallway?” I asked.

She glared at me but we wound up in bed anyway.

Jessica is incredibly beautiful. Long black hair, pale skin, full tits. Not necessarily everyone’s dream woman, but more than most men could wish for.

She got on top of me when we fucked. I liked watching her tits bounce while she rode me. Though this time we weren’t rushed or pressed for time, we still didn’t use a condom. She didn’t ask and I didn’t bring it up.

“You shaved,” I pointed out. While we were together Jessica kept her pubic hair trimmed and shaped into a neat triangle. Nothing special. When we fucked this time I noted that she now had a tiny little vertical strip, not even an inch wide. I wondered if she had been that way when we had fucked a month earlier.

“Bill likes me this way.”

“It makes you look slutty,” I pointed out.

“Shut up.”

Even while we argued, we didn’t stop fucking.

“Are you a slut?” I asked, pressing my luck. “Does Billy the Boyfriend know you’re here?”

“Shut up!” she insisted. I grabbed her ass as she moved faster.

“Does he?”

She sighed and wiggled her hips, grinding down on me. “No.”

I had to stifle my laugh. “You’re a cliché,” I told her.

She slapped me across the face. It actually hurt a bit. Then she pressed a hand to my mouth and started fucking faster.

I could take a hint on when to shut up.

Sometimes the best way to fuck is in silence. She came first, mostly because she had her hand on her clit, playing with herself while we fucked. Her face tightened up when she came. Her pussy also tightened up on my cock when she came. That made me cum.

Good times.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she mumbled into my chest when her orgasm had passed.

“You’re the one who keeps coming over to my place and taking off her clothes,” I pointed out.

“I know. Shut the fuck up.”

“So why are you doing it?” I asked because I never knew when to shut the fuck up.

“Sex with Bill isn’t great,” she admitted.

I admired myself for not laughing or mocking her.

“So you’re getting some on the side. That’s fine. Lots of people, men and women, do that.” I couldn’t believe I was being so understanding, but I figured if I wasn’t an asshole to her, I might be to fuck her a few more times.

Sex with Jessica was always fantastic. But better than that, I liked the idea I was getting one over on Billy.

Fuck him.

Metaphorically.

“I mean, it’s okay,” she continued. “But it’s nothing like it is with you.”

“Please tell me he has a tiny penis.” Sometimes the asshole in me just comes out unbidden.

Jessica snorted at me. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

“It’s never really been a major concern of mine.”

“You’re bigger,” she told him, lifting her head up from my chest. “He’s not tiny, but you’re bigger.”

I said nothing, but inside I was cheering.

“I thought that would stroke your ego,” she said.

“I’d prefer it if you’d stroke my cock.”

She snorted again. “You already fucked me once. I doubt you can do it again.”

I picked her head up and made her look at me. “Does Billy know you’re here?” I asked her. “Does he get off on you cheating on him?”

“No.”

I didn’t know if she was telling the truth or not. I frankly didn’t care. “Go down on me.”

“What?”

“Go down on me. Suck me and get me hard so I can fuck you again.”

I guess she took it as a challenge. Jessica put my cock in her mouth and sucked me. I was a bit sticky with her pussy juice and my semen. She didn’t seem to mind that at all. The idea I was fucking my ex-wife who was cheating on her boyfriend with me was enough to get me hard again. Jessica’s mouth was just a bonus.

I flipped her over and pinned her down to fuck her. I probably didn’t need to pin her down, but I enjoyed it and she didn’t complain.

It was raw, hard, passionate fucking again. Nothing more.

I wanted it to be something more.

Afterward, when we were done, she got dressed without using the bathroom. I watched her put on her clothes, a stupid smile plastered across my face.

“What are you grinning at?” she asked me angrily.

“You’re going home to Billy the Boyfriend,” I pointed out.

“Yeah? So? Did you expect me to spend the night with you?”

“No. But you’re going home with my cum inside you.”

She glared at me. “You have a tiny apartment and a disgusting bathroom. I’ll shower at home.”

And with that she left, which made me wonder if she was telling the truth or if she got some secret thrill out of fucking Billy when she still had my cum in her, or maybe Billy liked knowing his girlfriend fucked other men.

The world is a sick, twisted place.

 

THREE.

 

I hated to say it, but I continued to have sex with Jessica for the next six months, maybe every other week. The sex was great. She hadn’t divorced me because I was lousy in bed. She hadn’t divorced me because we didn’t get along. She had divorced me because I couldn’t give her what she wanted. Maybe that made her seem shallow, but in a lot of ways Jessica was shallow.

On one of her bi-weekly visits I was fucking her doggy-style when I intertwined my fingers with hers. For a normal couple, that would have been a loving gesture. For us it was really just a way for me to hold her in place. But then I felt the large diamond ring on her finger.

It made me fuck her harder. Our bodies slammed together almost violently. If I ever wanted to hurt her, it was right then. I was trying to hurt her, but she interpreted it as just enthusiastic love making.

“Uh! Fuck! Yeah! Harder! Give it to me harder!”

I glared at the ring as I came. I didn’t have any right to Jessica, but it felt good to flood her pussy with my semen. I hoped that Billy the Boyfriend would go down on her that night and wind up eating some of my cum. Served him right.

In my anger I managed to make Jessica cum. I didn’t even need to touch her clit.

“Wow. You really went to town,” she said. “I’m all hot and sweaty.” She absently wiped away some of the sweat on her boobs.

I ignored her comment. “When were you going to tell me?” I asked sulkily. I wasn’t being mature. I’ll admit that.

She looked at me strangely. “Tell you what?”

I pointed at her hand. “You’re engaged to him now?”

At least Jessica had the good manners to blush. “Oh. Yeah. That. Shit. I forgot.”

“You forgot you were engaged?” I asked her doubtfully.

“No…I forgot to take it off. He gave me the ring a month ago.”

I wasn’t sure if I should have been angry or amused. I just shook my head. “You’ve been hiding it from me. Nice. Classy.”

“To be clear, I’m hiding from him that we’ve been fucking. It’s a two-way street.”

“You’ve haven’t even been dating a year. We haven’t been divorced for two. And you want to get married again.”

She hopped off the bed and started gathering her clothes. “I’m not waiting for five years to get my life in fucking order. I want to be married. I want to have another kid.” She was sexy when she was angry. I felt my cock want to get hard again. I wanted to press her up against the wall and fuck her before she left, just to make sure she went home to her fiancé with my cum inside her.

Fuck. I couldn’t call him Billy the Boyfriend any longer.

“Does he know you’re here fucking me?” I asked her again.

Silently Jessica pulled on her underwear and bra. “No.”

“I have my doubts.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“I try my best.”

“Why the fuck would I tell Bill that I’m here fucking you,” she said angrily as she buttoned her shirt. “That makes no sense.”

“Maybe you and he are into really kinky shit.”

“I don’t know why I come here,” she told me.

“You can’t resist my cock.”

“I don’t,” she said. She slipped her shoes on which was a sure sign she was leaving.

“Are you going to keep fucking me after you get married?” I asked not just to be asshole, but out of curiosity as well. Where the hell was she going with this twisted relationship we had going?

“We haven’t set a date yet. It’s probably not going to be for a year.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Fuck you, Chip.”

She walked out of my apartment.

I was glad to see her go, but I wondered when she would be back.

 

After my divorce, I had thrown myself into work which was a good thing because that distracted me from my terrible personal life and it gave the county free labor for a job of taking care of people who were incapable of taking care of themselves. Eventually this got noticed and miracle of miracles, instead of getting fired, I got promoted. Life was slightly less shitty. I got noticed by other people.

One of those people was Bree. She didn’t notice me because I was a hard, contentious worker. For some reason she must have had a thing for losers who didn’t have a life. She worked in the accounting office in the county building on the floor above me. We met because she needed to discuss some financial issues. She kept coming down because she was apparently desperate for a date.

“Want to go to dinner to work out the money?” she asked me.

“No, I want to go home to my apartment, watch TV for three solid hours, and fall asleep in misery.”

“Let me take you out anyway.”

We had dinner. We wound up back at her place. It was nice than mine, but that was easy to accomplish. We talked for a long time about work and then I said I had to go because I was going to be exhausted the next day for work.

Her smile was sad and nervous. “You mean I’m going to spend the night disappointed?”

“What? How’s that?”

“I wine and dine you and you don’t even give me a kiss?”

“Uh…was this a date?”

“Yes?”

Two minutes later we were in her bed getting out of her clothes.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. A woman can send all the signals in the world to me and if she doesn’t say she wants me to fuck her, I’ll miss it entirely.

Bree was much more of a freak in bed than I ever would have imagined.

She had condoms in her nightstand.

She had tattoos that were well-hidden under her clothes.

She had a nipple ring that surprised the hell out of me when I went to kiss her breast.

“Oh! Sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!” I said when I sucked her pierced nipple between my lips. The small ring through her flesh was small and gold. I didn’t realize it was there at first.

She laughed at me. “No. I liked it. Just don’t do it so hard that you cut me.”

Her tits were rather small, which worked for her mostly demure personality, but I was impressed with the ring and the tattoo under her left breast.

“What does this say?” I asked. The light in the room was dim, but I was intensely curious about what she had inked on her body. I didn’t have to lift up her breast to look at the words. She was small busted and barely needed a bra.

“You can’t read?” she teased me.

I pulled off my glasses and turned on the bedside lamp. “You get what everyone gets. You get a lifetime,” I read and then looked up at her. “Profound.”

“I was deep into Neil Gaiman during college,” she said. “Are you going to inspect my body or are we going to fuck?”

“Why not both?”

She kissed me. “You might like what I’ve got lower down.”

“Now you’ve got me curious.” I pulled at her pants and eventually we got them off. Her panties stayed on, but they were small enough that they barely obscured the elaborate tattoo that ran around her hips. “A snake? Dangerous and sexy.”

The green, red, and gold design wound itself around her hips, starting and ending right above her pubic mound. I could just barely see the head diving down into the elastic waistband of her panties. It made me want to see more.

“Can I take off your underwear?” I asked her.

“Yes. Please. Why do you think you’re here?”

She kicked her legs up into the air as I slid her panties off. Bree, apparently like many women nowadays, had gotten very aggressive with her pubic grooming and had removed almost all her hair. The snake head pointed directly at her pussy. Its tongue was out and appeared to be licking her clit, but I couldn’t be certain because she left a small tuft of dark blonde hair at the top of her slit.

“Sexy,” I commented. “Should I think of the snake as a phallic symbol with instructions one what you want it to do?”

“Or you could see it as a trail leading to forbidden fruit,” she suggested as she parted her legs. “But you can take Lucifer’s suggestion and lick my pussy?”

“Lucifer?” I asked as I put my head between her legs. I extended my tongue and licked the length of her slit, getting her taste and teasing her clit.

She groaned. “What else would you call a snake leading you to forbidden fruit?”

Bree really loved having her pussy eaten. Or maybe it had been a while since she had had sex. Either she faked it or I gave her a quick orgasm after only a couple of minutes of cunnilingus.

“Okay,” she panted pushing me away as she rolled to her side and opened up the nightstand to remove a packet of condoms. “Put one of these on and fuck me. I need to be fucked.

I scrambled out of my clothes while she watched. Either she had felt my hard cock against her leg or knew I was ready to go. She watched with a bemused smile on her face while I rolled on the condom.