This is the true story of how my girl-friend got fucked by her ex-lover after we got engaged. Her name is Reshma. She is 5.4” tall, looks Asian, as she is from north-east, and she has a good figure. She broke up with her ex-lover because he just pretended to love her when all he wanted was her credit card and money.
My fiancée got fucked by her ex-lover
And sex, of course.
I had a fantasy of seeing my wife getting fucked by another man, and used to talk to Reshma about it. It all started when she told me about her ex-lover and why they broke up. Her having sex with her ex-lover remained in my mind. I started asking her how often she had had sex with her ex-lover. At first, she said it was only on 10 or 15 occassions, but later confessed that they might have had sex more than 50 times.
I asked who was better at sex, him or me. She always said her ex was very rough, and would bite her badly and fuck her badly, but she thought I was very good as I was very soft and not rough. Reshma was the first girl with whom I had sex. I never knew what a girl actually wants in bed.
Sometimes, while having sex with Reshma, I would ask her to think about her ex lover. When I did, all of a sudden her pussy would jerk on my dick and she would kiss me hard and ask me to fuck her harder and faster.
And so I became a kind of a cuckold hubby, thinking about wife getting fucked by a huge stud. I sent her emails of cuckold and wife-sharing stories, which she enjoyed reading. She stayed alone and, after reading my emails, if she got horny, she’d call me for a fuck and I’d be at her place in an instant.
One day, I was held up with some relatives some distance from Bangalore. She called and asked if I was free as she’d read a story I’d sent her from the literotica site. It was about a wife cheating with a stranger wihile her husband was at work. Reading that story made her hot and horny and she wanted a fuck very badly. She kept calling, asking me to make it to her place somehow or the other. She only stopped when I told her I was too far away and couldn’t make it.
It was at 8 pm when she called again. She said her ex-lover had called, apologizing, and offering to repay her for his charges on her credit card bills. She wanted to know if she should meet him or not. I advised her to meet him, take the money and say good-bye, nothing more. She agreed, and hung up.
Then I got another message, asking where she should meet him. I told her not to call him home, but to meet somewhere outside. She accepted this and met him CMH road in Bangalore. He returned her money and offered to drop her home as it was late by then, around 9:30 pm, looked like it was about to rain. She messaged me again. I told her to take the drop, but to get off somewhere away from the house.
And then I got a message saying he had dropped her to the house. He was crying, saying sorry for what he had done to her. Taking pity on him, she took him into the house and gave him some water. It started to rain. He was waiting in her coridor for the rain to stop. But it just didn’t. And then I got a message that they couldn’t stand in the corridor any longer. It was still raining, and the landlord was standing on the first floor landing.
So she took him inside and sat him down. She told me all this. I said OK, but my heart started racing. She had just read a sex story and she was very horny and tempted and she was in front of her ex-lover who use to fuck her hard and rough.
At 11:30, I messaged her again, asking if he had gone. She replied: he was still there. It was still raining. Jokingly, I asked if she planned to have sex with him, as she used to get demanding when, while having sex, I took her ex-lover’s name. SHUT UP, she messaged back.
Later still, I messaged her yet again asking what she was doing.
I never got a reply.
Fifteen minutes later, I messaged her again. No reply. I waited another hour, messaged her again.
By then I had already wanked once thinking that he might be fucking her hard.
To be continued … a lot more happened on that day.