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Around 10 years ago, I was involved with a woman - let's call her "Carol". Carol and I were together for three years. The sex was incredible, the best I've ever had before or since. In less than a year, we were living together in an apartment. We worked opposite shifts, mostly, although there were times our hours coincided, and we of course had weekends.
Now, to be honest, Carol had... issues. She had pretty serious emotional problems. Realistically, I should have left her long before, but I thought I was in love, and thought she would change. And, as I mentioned, there was the sex. Carol was a BBW Latina. She somewhat resembled the porn star Rikki Wsters, but with much lighter skin and smaller tits. The left tit was noticeably larger than the right, and her nipples and areolae were dark and very large. Carol's pussy was so fucking good. Tight as a firm handshake, and she smelled and tasted incredible. I loved the way her soft, hanging belly would jiggle when I fucked her, and how she would squeeze my head with her thighs when I made her come with my tongue. Those thighs - Soft, smooth, and pale. I could lose myself in her body. Wide hips and a round ass completed the package. I'm telling you, Carol was so fucking hot.
Now, we're going to pick up near the end of the relationship. It had been shaky for months, and we were avoiding each other for the most part. At this time, I was working 3 PM - 11 PM, and Carol made a point of not being home when I was, and usually "worked overnight" or "slept at a friend's house". I was pretty sure she was cheating on me, but we were on the verge of breaking up, so I wasn't really bothered. One day, I found a condom wrapper in our trash. I still occasionally fucked Carol - that was the one thing we could still tolerate in each other - but I had not used a condom since the third time we had sex, years ago. Carol was unable to get pregnant due to a medical issue when she was younger. Side note - this meant she was my first bareback, no pulling out fuck, and it was every bit as wonderful as I thought it'd be. Anyway, the condom wrapper clearly was not mine. In all truth, I was incredibly turned on at the idea she was getting fucked by someone else. That night, I made it a point to pick her up from work (she didn't have a car, and usually got a ride from coworkers). When we got home, I waited for Carol to shower. Then, before she could put on anything, I threw her down on the bed, and fucked her harder than ever before. I came inside her, as usual. She loved it, she always loved taking a hard cock. As usual of late, Carol did not want to spend the night. She had a ride to her "friend's" coming, and I noticed she took another shower before going downstairs to wait for her ride.
It was then I had my idea. A couple days later, I again picked her up at work. This was the situation: I knew Carol was getting fucked by someone (or more than one) else. But, she didn't know that I knew. I think that was the reason for the condoms. Carol knew I was going to fuck her and go down on her still, and did not want evidence she was getting cocky on the side. As I said, I was very aroused at the thought another man's cock had been inside her. At the same time, I wondered if he knew that "his" girl was still getting fucked hard by her soon-to-be ex. So, my idea. I brought her home, which meant she knew she was getting fucked that night. The way she cleaned up last time told me she was going for round two with her new man. As I shoved my hard cock in and out of Carol's wet pussy, I made a point of calling her "my little slut" and keeping full eye contact as long as possible. Carol was always highly multiple orgasmic, and I think I made her come five times that night. She was so wet from her own lubricant, my come deep inside her, and sweat from the extremely physical fucking she received. I had fingered and licked her for a good ten minutes before I even slid my clock into her - I wanted her shaky, wiped out, and, most of all, I wanted to send her to her new guy with her pussy filled with my come. She wanted to take a shower, but I had shut off the water. I "forgot to tell her" there was a "problem with the plumbing" and the landlord couldn't have anyone in until tomorrow. I saw a slight panic in her eyes, and I wondered how she would handle this. She really wanted to go to her "friend's", but was trying not to show she was scared to leave when she was dripping and smelled like sex. She did end up leaving, and I never did find our what happened. I like to imagine Carol's "friend" went down on her, and got quite the surprise. Most likely, she hopped in the shower at his place first thing. But, she looked so sexy with her clothes disheveled, face flushed and makeup smudged, and her hair a mess. I don't know if he could have waited to give it to her.
This sort of thing went on for a couple more weeks. Finally, I had had enough of her bullshit, to the point I'd give up on fucking her again if it meant no longer dealing with her insanity. She moved out, officially. I had been behind on rent for a while - I always paid, but weeks late, and I'd be broke every time. So, I told the landlord Carol and I were history, and I could no longer afford the apartment on my own. He asked if I had anywhere to move, I told him not yet. He offered me a much smaller, top-floor room for $200/month less, which I took. The reason this matters to the story: Carol. She knew I had moved, and where. By this time, in addition to being without a car, Catol had lost her job. With no permanent address and no reliable transportation, she was again fucked - this time by circumstances, not by cock. She told me she was with someone else now (I think this was a jab at me, as I was alone), but couldn't move in with him because he lived with his mother. Carol basically tried to seduce me, and whored herself out to me. In exchange for rides and occasional meals, she would give me her sweet body. As I knew Carol was involved, she had no reason to cover for needing to get clean after I finished with (and in) her. I would taunt her as I fucked her, telling her no one would ever know his way around her body like I did. I made her scream and quiver with my tongue. She tried to get me to pull out most of the time. When I did, I would shoot all over her sexy big belly. Sometimes I didn't make it in time, though, and came in her like old times. She never came to me with another guy's come in her. To be honest, I would not have minded. But, I was having this uncharacteristic (for me) way about me, where I got off on knowing Carol was now someone else's, but I still had my way with her. I never met the guy, or saw what he looked like. I would fantasize him walking in on me giving his girlfriend a hard fucking. For that matter, I also fantasized the opposite. I don't know what I would have done if I walked in on Carol getting plowed while we were still together. The idea was a huge turn-on, but I would probably be angry rather than horny in real life.
Eventually, I met someone new. As I actually cared about this girl, I cut off all ties with Carol. Moving and changing my phone number completed the deal; Carol no longer had any wSy yo contact me. My new girl, a sweet, beautiful, intelligent, and trustworthy SSBBW named "Stephanie" was also very fun sexually. Stephanie's enthusiastic libido unfortunately did not last, but I cared for her too much to go behind her back. While I am happy to have washed my hands of Carol forever, I still think of the way she looked and felt, and the way her sexy body reacted to me.
Now, to be honest, Carol had... issues. She had pretty serious emotional problems. Realistically, I should have left her long before, but I thought I was in love, and thought she would change. And, as I mentioned, there was the sex. Carol was a BBW Latina. She somewhat resembled the porn star Rikki Wsters, but with much lighter skin and smaller tits. The left tit was noticeably larger than the right, and her nipples and areolae were dark and very large. Carol's pussy was so fucking good. Tight as a firm handshake, and she smelled and tasted incredible. I loved the way her soft, hanging belly would jiggle when I fucked her, and how she would squeeze my head with her thighs when I made her come with my tongue. Those thighs - Soft, smooth, and pale. I could lose myself in her body. Wide hips and a round ass completed the package. I'm telling you, Carol was so fucking hot.
Now, we're going to pick up near the end of the relationship. It had been shaky for months, and we were avoiding each other for the most part. At this time, I was working 3 PM - 11 PM, and Carol made a point of not being home when I was, and usually "worked overnight" or "slept at a friend's house". I was pretty sure she was cheating on me, but we were on the verge of breaking up, so I wasn't really bothered. One day, I found a condom wrapper in our trash. I still occasionally fucked Carol - that was the one thing we could still tolerate in each other - but I had not used a condom since the third time we had sex, years ago. Carol was unable to get pregnant due to a medical issue when she was younger. Side note - this meant she was my first bareback, no pulling out fuck, and it was every bit as wonderful as I thought it'd be. Anyway, the condom wrapper clearly was not mine. In all truth, I was incredibly turned on at the idea she was getting fucked by someone else. That night, I made it a point to pick her up from work (she didn't have a car, and usually got a ride from coworkers). When we got home, I waited for Carol to shower. Then, before she could put on anything, I threw her down on the bed, and fucked her harder than ever before. I came inside her, as usual. She loved it, she always loved taking a hard cock. As usual of late, Carol did not want to spend the night. She had a ride to her "friend's" coming, and I noticed she took another shower before going downstairs to wait for her ride.
It was then I had my idea. A couple days later, I again picked her up at work. This was the situation: I knew Carol was getting fucked by someone (or more than one) else. But, she didn't know that I knew. I think that was the reason for the condoms. Carol knew I was going to fuck her and go down on her still, and did not want evidence she was getting cocky on the side. As I said, I was very aroused at the thought another man's cock had been inside her. At the same time, I wondered if he knew that "his" girl was still getting fucked hard by her soon-to-be ex. So, my idea. I brought her home, which meant she knew she was getting fucked that night. The way she cleaned up last time told me she was going for round two with her new man. As I shoved my hard cock in and out of Carol's wet pussy, I made a point of calling her "my little slut" and keeping full eye contact as long as possible. Carol was always highly multiple orgasmic, and I think I made her come five times that night. She was so wet from her own lubricant, my come deep inside her, and sweat from the extremely physical fucking she received. I had fingered and licked her for a good ten minutes before I even slid my clock into her - I wanted her shaky, wiped out, and, most of all, I wanted to send her to her new guy with her pussy filled with my come. She wanted to take a shower, but I had shut off the water. I "forgot to tell her" there was a "problem with the plumbing" and the landlord couldn't have anyone in until tomorrow. I saw a slight panic in her eyes, and I wondered how she would handle this. She really wanted to go to her "friend's", but was trying not to show she was scared to leave when she was dripping and smelled like sex. She did end up leaving, and I never did find our what happened. I like to imagine Carol's "friend" went down on her, and got quite the surprise. Most likely, she hopped in the shower at his place first thing. But, she looked so sexy with her clothes disheveled, face flushed and makeup smudged, and her hair a mess. I don't know if he could have waited to give it to her.
This sort of thing went on for a couple more weeks. Finally, I had had enough of her bullshit, to the point I'd give up on fucking her again if it meant no longer dealing with her insanity. She moved out, officially. I had been behind on rent for a while - I always paid, but weeks late, and I'd be broke every time. So, I told the landlord Carol and I were history, and I could no longer afford the apartment on my own. He asked if I had anywhere to move, I told him not yet. He offered me a much smaller, top-floor room for $200/month less, which I took. The reason this matters to the story: Carol. She knew I had moved, and where. By this time, in addition to being without a car, Catol had lost her job. With no permanent address and no reliable transportation, she was again fucked - this time by circumstances, not by cock. She told me she was with someone else now (I think this was a jab at me, as I was alone), but couldn't move in with him because he lived with his mother. Carol basically tried to seduce me, and whored herself out to me. In exchange for rides and occasional meals, she would give me her sweet body. As I knew Carol was involved, she had no reason to cover for needing to get clean after I finished with (and in) her. I would taunt her as I fucked her, telling her no one would ever know his way around her body like I did. I made her scream and quiver with my tongue. She tried to get me to pull out most of the time. When I did, I would shoot all over her sexy big belly. Sometimes I didn't make it in time, though, and came in her like old times. She never came to me with another guy's come in her. To be honest, I would not have minded. But, I was having this uncharacteristic (for me) way about me, where I got off on knowing Carol was now someone else's, but I still had my way with her. I never met the guy, or saw what he looked like. I would fantasize him walking in on me giving his girlfriend a hard fucking. For that matter, I also fantasized the opposite. I don't know what I would have done if I walked in on Carol getting plowed while we were still together. The idea was a huge turn-on, but I would probably be angry rather than horny in real life.
Eventually, I met someone new. As I actually cared about this girl, I cut off all ties with Carol. Moving and changing my phone number completed the deal; Carol no longer had any wSy yo contact me. My new girl, a sweet, beautiful, intelligent, and trustworthy SSBBW named "Stephanie" was also very fun sexually. Stephanie's enthusiastic libido unfortunately did not last, but I cared for her too much to go behind her back. While I am happy to have washed my hands of Carol forever, I still think of the way she looked and felt, and the way her sexy body reacted to me.
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