Meeting My Wife’s Ex

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A gay story: Meeting My Wife’s Ex

It was Friday afternoon around 3pm and I was sitting at work watching the clock. It has been one of those weeks, I could not wait to leave the office.

My wife had been out of town the last couple of days, so I was excited to see her. We had plans tonight with a group of friends, dinner and then drinks at a local pub.

My name is Jeff and I am 30 years old. I have been married for 2 years. My wife Jenny is also 30. We went to high school together, but didn’t get together until after college. We have no kids yet, so we are free to do as we please.

When I saw 4 hit the clock, I shot out of my chair like a cannon. I had to drive the opposite direction to pick my wife up from the airport, then we drove an hour home.

Jenny was only gone for 3 days, but it felt like weeks. I could not wait to touch her. We walked in the door and I grabbed hold of her, touching every part of her body. She allowed my groping for a couple minutes before pushing me away.

“Calm down,” Jenny holds her hands out at me. “I need to shower and we are running late for dinner. We can have fun later.”

She was right, although my cock was thinking otherwise. I backed off and let her clean up. I’m going to be horny all night, but it will feel good later.

We got to the restaurant and there were four other couples. It was the regular crew we hang out with and always a good time. The girls took one side of the table and the guys the other.

I was having a good time, but kept looking down the table at my wife. I really wanted to leave. I even sent her a text asking if we could go home for a quickie and then meet back up. Same response ‘calm down big boy, lol’

After we ate, the group decided to walk down the street to a different bar. It was a new place with bar games like pool or darts, rather then sit at the table talking.

We signed up for two pool tables, but all they had were on opposite ends of the bar. The group decided to split up girls and guys. This was probably the best option, because I would not have stopped touching my wife.

The guys played losers had to buy drinks, so our games got serious. I wasn’t even paying attention to the other table.

Suddenly, I feel a nudge in the side. “Look at those guys hitting on our girls,” my friend Dan says.

I look over and there are 4 guys standing at the girls pool table. The girls were talking to them and not even playing. I’m not the jealous type, nor do I check out other guys, but these guys were good looking and they had the girls attention.

“Ah, their just having fun,” I said. “Besides all the girls have rings on.”

We kept playing. As much as I didn’t care, I kept glancing over at the girls. One particular guy kept talking to my wife and was pissing me off. I don’t know if it was him hitting on her or the fact she was responding to him.

Dan walks up next to me and puts his arm around me, “Looks like Jenny has a new friend.”

“Fuck off,” I chirped back. “She is still leaving with me.” I acted like it wasn’t bothering me, but still watched with the corner of my eye.

After a few more minutes the guys left, which made me feel better. We finished our game and walked over to the girls.

I approached my wife, “I saw you getting hit on by that guy. Thought I was going to have to get in a fight.”

“Oh stop, he is an old friend I haven’t seen in a while. You have nothing to worry about, but I like the jealousy.”

I started laughing, “I am not jealous, just protecting my girl.” I was a little, but happy it was someone she knew and not some random.

We walked up to the bar to grab more drinks. The guys and I watched games on the tv, while the girls talked. I could hear them behind me questioning Jenny on the guy she talked to.

“Who was that cute guy you were talking?” one asked.

“Just an old friend,” Jenny responded.

“Like an old boyfriend?” Another asked.

“Stop, you guys are being ridiculous.”

“Come on, spill the beans,” they pressed her.

“There is nothing to spill, stop asking.”

“Bullshit, your lieing. You were way to chatty with him. Should we walk away from them.”

I know they were talking about us. This was interesting and and now I wanted to know more. I acted like I wasn’t listening and made small talk with the guys about the game.

“No, Jeff doesn’t care.” Jenny said. “Fine, he is an old boyfriend. I dated him before Jeff.

“He’s hot.” I hear another say.

“Wait, you told me about him.” I hear another say. “This was the guy with the big dick right?”

Immediately I turn around. “What are you talking about, all I heard was big dick?”

The girls burst out laughing. Her friend Lisa jumps, “nothing, we were talking about this guy being a dick.” They all keep giggling and I turned back around.

I hear Jenny, “stop, no more. Lets talk about something else.”

“It is totally him, that was the guy you told me about.” Lisa says and then whispers, “hot with a huge dick, girls.”

“Okay, stop” Jenny demands.

I did not turn back around, but couldn’t help thinking about this guy. My wife dated him. I like to think I am average size, but I am certainly not huge. No wonder she never mentioned this guy.

“He had these huge cumshots,” Lisa whispers. “She would blow him all the time.”

“Seriously, stop it. Someone might hear you.” Jenny pleads. Obviously referring to me.

I still didn’t turn around, acting like I am focused on watching the game.

When the night ended and we made our way home, I wanted to ask her about the guy. I also did not want to start a fight, so I kept my mouth shut. When we arrived home, we immediately started fooling around.

I desperately wanted to fuck. I was laying on my back in bed and she started giving me a blowjob. I reached my hand and was playing with her pusssy. She rotated her mouth around my cock, alternating between my shaft and balls. As she sucked my balls, her hand would rotate around my cock. It felt so good, I grabbed her head trying to pull her off, but she kept sucking. She was like a woman possessed with my cock. I had never seen this side of her.

“Oh shit, Jenny, I’m going to cum.” She kept working her mouth over my cock. I couldn’t take it anymore. My legs stiffened and I started exploding into her mouth.

I felt like I had not cum in weeks. I laid there stiff with my head against the pillow. As my orgasm slowed down, she lifted her mouth off my cock. She then pressed her mouth against mine, inserting her tongue. I could taste a thick, salty substance. She had pushed my own cum into my mouth. I tried moving, but my head was trapped against the pillow. I was forced to accept her kiss and share the cum.

When she picked her head up, she smiled and said, “mmm, that was hot.”

I looked up at her as she smiled down at me. I wanted to jump up and rinse my mouth out. The smile on her face made me stay put, swallowing what was left in my mouth.

When she got up to put clothes back on, I made my move to the bathroom. I quickly drank some water and brushed my teeth a second time.

I went back to bed and Jenny was grinning at me. “Did that bother you?”

“No, just surprised me. Maybe you should have warned me.”

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