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After our camping trip, Katie and I’s relationship did change. She admitted about kissing Kyle and sending him naked pictures, telling me it made her feel guilty and like she had cheated on me, even though we were not officially a couple. I told her how it made me feel and we decided to be more “couple” like. She moved more of her stuff into my house, spending most nights there, usually only staying at her parents house when I had my kids for the night. We started going on dates, and making decisions together. I encouraged her to begin gonna the gym, drink less, and we worked on her mental health issues together. The sex was still great.

As summer ended and winter begun, we debated on how to tell her family we were dating. We finally decided that it would be best to just come right out, she could tell her parents, I would tell my ex-wife, her sister, and whatever happened happened. We just were working on trying to understand the perfect time, thinking that after Christmas would be best.

Two weekends before Christmas, everything changed. Katie normally came over after work and we would make dinner together on Friday nights. This particular Friday, as I was asking what she wanted, she told me she was going out with some friends and wouldn’t be over until super late, maybe even not until Saturday. Fine with me, I could enjoy a Friday night to myself. I did begin to worry when she didn’t text me at all that night, or even most of Saturday.

Just as I was debating on if I should get in touch with her parents to see if Katie came home Friday night, she knocked on my door. When I opened it and invited her inside, I could tell that she had been crying and I immediately asked what was wrong.

As she sat down on the couch, she said, “I lied to you. Been lying to you. I wasn’t out with friends last night. I went to Kyle’s house. We never stopped talking but I was trying to break it off with him. Instead, I slept with him. I…I…I think I’m in love with him. He’s met my parents and they love him, and he’s just so nice and kind to me. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Katie tried to hug me, but being in shock, I pushed her away. She stood up and said, “I’m so sorry. I will get my things and leave. I just…I’m sorry.”

While I sat on the couch trying to understand what was happening, Katie ran around the house, quickly gathering up all her stuff. When she was done, she stood in front of me and said, “I hope you’ll be OK. Please forgive me, I need it.”

She left without me saying a word.

Over the next year, I watched Katie and Kyle’s relationship on Facebook. At first, she looked really happy. But, over time, her smile was slowly going away, and she was posting more about how hard life was, and her mental health struggles sucked. I even had my ex-wife tell me that the family wished that Katie had stayed with her last boyfriend. None of them knew who it was, but knew that Katie was a lot happier with him then she was with Kyle. If only she knew it was me.

I was surprised one day to see that Kyle and Katie had gotten engaged. I guess things most not have been as bad as they seemed. Never can trust social media or ex-wifes. Wanting her to know I was happy for her, I sent her a message saying so and congratulations.

She didn’t respond, but later that night sent me a text, saying she was outside my house and wanting to know if she could come inside. I let her inside and she came into the living room to sit on my couch.

Katie had changed her appearance over the last year. Her once dyed red hair had been changed to blonde and she had it in braided pigtails today. From Facebook, I knew that she had gotten a couple small tattoos, but they were covered up by an oversized sweater. She had put on some weight and if what my ex-wife said was true, had started to smoke pot with her now fiancé.

She looked at me and said, “do you forgive me?” I asked for what and she said for leaving the way she did. “I’m over it. You had to do what you thought was best for you. I don’t forgive you, because it’s in the past and it won’t change anything.”

“Are you seeing anybody?” She asked me. I responded back, “not at the moment. Why are you here? Does Kyle know?”

She looked around and said, “I don’t know why I’m here and no, Kyle does not know. We were supposed to meet after work for a date but he went home because he wasn’t feeling good.”

“From what I hear from my kids and your sister, that seems to happen a lot.”

“Yeah, he has some problems.”

“Maybe you should go take care of him, especially if you don’t know why you’re here.”

“I was kinda hoping that you would been missing me and tell me to leave him. Guess I was wrong.”

“Why would I do that? You made the decision for both of us last year. I’m not going to fight for somebody that might end up leaving again.”

We both stood up from the couch and she went to say goodbye. Instead, she jumped onto me, wrapping her body around mine, and started to kiss me furiously. Stunned, I fell backwards into the couch and pushed her up off me. When I looked into her eyes, I could see a look of passion and lust change to confusion. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I don’t know what came over me. Sex with Kyle sucks and I’ve been craving you for so long. I didn’t even know I was driving here tonight. When I pulled into your driveway, all I could thing about was the times I would walk through the door and be naked getting fucked within ten minutes.”

I pondered for a few minutes while looking at her. The clever side of me was saying that I should tell her to leave, to go home, create a life with him. Instead, I said, “truthfully, that was on my mind too when I saw your text. As much as I’m trying to withstand, I also want to fuck you again. Make you regret leaving me for him.

“Do it. Shove your dick down my throat. Slam into me over and over like you used to. Tell me what a slut I am for you and only you.”

“Take your clothes off and get on your knees.”

I watched as Katie grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up over her head, the shirt she had on underneath it going too. I looked at her cleavage, bigger then it used to be, in her white bra as she grabbed the top of the leggings she had on, and pulled them down her legs, pink panties covering her pussy. Looking at me, she reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and tossed it to the side, letting her C cup breasts be free. Katie cupped her breasts in her hands, squeezing them and rubbing her nipples before she took off her panties. Once fully naked, she dropped to her knees and waited for me.

I stood up from the couch, undoing my jeans and taking them off as I walked towards her. She was eyeing my nearly six inch cock as I grabbed it in my hands. When I was close enough, she opened up her mouth and I placed the tip of my cock on her tongue. Moving my hands to her head, I grabbed onto the side of it, and held her in place as I pushed myself past her tongue, and down into her throat until her nose was buried in my groin.

I held her there until she started to try to wiggle free, then pulled myself out of her mouth. After she took a deep breath, I pushed back into her mouth, thrusting in and out, my balls slapping against her chin, her eyes wide, spit dribbling out the side of her mouth as my thick cock held her lips wide. When I could tell she had enough, I pulled out again and told her to lean up against the ottoman in front of my couch.

When she did so, I walked up behind her and spanked her ass as hard as I could, leaving a red mark. I did it again as I said, “do you enjoy that, you little slut?” She moaned out a yes as I continued to spank her until I spread her legs, and started to rub my hand up and down her pussy, sliding a finger in as I did so. When she started to moan, I got in position behind her, and lined myself up with her pussy when she looked back and said, “Will you fuck my ass? Kyle refuses to and…” before she could finish, I interrupted to say, “shut it, slut. I don’t want to hear about him.”

Pushing her head down into the ottoman, I started to push my cock into her pussy, going nice and slow, making sure she felt every inch I had to give her. When I was all the way in, I spanked her ass again before I grabbed onto her hips and started to pull out, pushing back in when I reached my tip. I started a steady rhythm, listening to her moans fill up the living room. Letting go of her hips, I leaned forward and grabbed onto her braided pig tails, pulling back on them, and started to pound into her, harder and faster with every thrust until I was pushing the ottoman forward and she was pushing back against me.

“Yes. Fuck yes. God, I’ve missed your dick. Give it to me. Fill me with your cum!” Katie yelled out as I felt myself building up. But, before I could cum, I pulled myself out of Katie, my cock popping out of her pussy, leaving a trail of our juices behind it. I told her to turn around, and when she did, I quickly pushed my cock back into her mouth. Thrusting the first few inches into her mouth, my hand jacking off the rest of me, I quickly started to cum, shooting it into her mouth. Feeling the cum hit the back of her throat, she swallowed some, then pushed me off her. I continued to pump some out, covering her face, it dripping down to her breasts. When I was done, I sat back down on the couch behind me and looked at Katie.

Her face was red from the pounding I gave her, covered in my cum, some leaking out her mouth. As she stood up, I saw her pussy and ass, both red and raw. She barely was able to sit down next to me, and said, “fuck, I needed that. I’m not even mad you tried to finish down my throat.”

Katie tried to cuddle with me but I got up off the couch, looking for my pants. She stood up too, but instead of getting her clothes, she came up and reached for my cock again. “You know, instead of leaving, we could go into your room for round two.” As she said this, she dropped to her knees again and started to lick my tip, attempting to get me hard again. And, it was working.

The next morning, I woke up to discover Katie looking at her phone next to me. I had on just a pair of boxers, and Katie must have woke up before me and gotten dressed, because she had on her shirt and panties. But, I remember her falling asleep naked.

“Morning,” I said, wondering what this would lead to.

“Good morning,” she replied back, “Kyle finally asked me last night where I was at. I told him I ended up at a friend’s house, and my text didn’t go through.”

“I really don’t care what lies you make up to him. I’m sure they are the same lies you used to tell me. Are you gonna go cry to him about what you did? If he kicks you out, don’t come back here.”

“Ouch, that hurt. I really am sorry. You deserved so much better. No, I’m not going to tell him. I just needed you out of my system.”

“So, am I out of your system?”

NSFW: yes

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