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Hi everyone! Long time no see with a story. This one is pretty much personal and still, gives me jolts. Now, let’s head to what happened.
Every guy can go through marriage but not every guy can get over at least one of their ex. And this one is what happened with my ex-girlfriend and how things uncovered becoming the most unpredictable moment of my life. I am dedicating it to all guys who remember their ex even after decades have passed.
Short recap about our relationship. It was one in which we never got to say goodbye and an expected outcome of a long-distance relationship.
To the date of the incident, I was running off to catch a train that day. I got on the train, found a single-seater since it was day-travel. Bored to death, I was scrolling Facebook and Instagram back to back.
That happened. The voice. I heard it again after years and still makes me skip a heartbeat for that love. It was her voice singing a melody for a baby. I felt that pain in my veins to have broken up after having a soul mate connection with her. I wished it was not real. The reality strikes again.
Now, don’t think of me as weak, but without that pain, I wouldn’t have learned that I had so much courage to love and care for the one. I told myself screw you and got past 3 rows and found her singing a lullaby for the baby. Now it was more like whispers.
Hey! That came with a pat from the nearby guy whom I realized it was her brother-in-law and sister who had accompanied her. Her whole family knew me as her friend.
Worse by far, I was looking at her with the gaze from the old days and seeing her in a white printed transparent saree with a sleeveless golden blouse having that charismatic smile and shushing not to talk.
To tell about my ex-lover, she was a normal kind of short, lean girl with a fairy white complexion, like actress Rashmika Mandanna physique in the tone of Rashi Khanna. That smile of hers, oh God, it really sends so much energy. It is for every guy looking at the girl they love.
Back to my realization, I was offered a seat and that was where the awkwardness set in. I knew she was married and still was seeing her mangalsutra but I had cut off later developments like the baby in her hands. That was when her sister took the baby from her hand so that we could talk.
She asked me where my seat was, walked back, and settled down on the one to one side seats facing each other. Damn, I wanted to give my ex-girlfriend a normal hug just to pretend that I had moved on. The sight of the mangalsutra kept me in proper senses.
Talking to one’s ex as if nothing happened is an art only woman can master. We started with the standard how are you? Your family? Your job? etc etc about each other.
I had quit the thought of love/marriage after the breakup and been mostly a workaholic. She had passed a few bank exams and was in a good position by then.
Straightly to the tragic part about her husband, she told me that her marriage didn’t go well since her husband was gay and was not physically involved with her. She was devastated and after many incidents, she had filed for divorce so that she can have a partner who can physically, emotionally and mentally be her husband.
Being a regular reader in ISS, I couldn’t stop thinking of this as an opportunity to express my love but also to bang a married virgin hard with all the pleasure my body can muster.
I quickly stood up and went near the compartment door calming myself and my dear boy inside the pants. There there, don’t think of me as a sick idiot to think so bad when an ex shares her miseries in life.
The thought that this was not any other woman but the love of my heart, the one who showed me how to love more and more deeper even it’s difficult brought me back to my senses.
My married ex-girlfriend came along near to the door to check on me and put her hand around me (our old way of talking to one other where the other one should always listen without making any interruption). “I know it had been worse but I had been over the tragedy and thinking about a new life after divorce”, she said.
It felt as she had completely gone cold about her feelings and of being loved. Realizing my look, she withdrew her hand saying that she knew how much I loved her and be more than happy to take her back but it was too late for us so no ideas there.
So we went back to her seat and exchanged our work experiences, laugh things around. The destination arrived and we exchanged numbers. We both hadn’t changed our numbers for like 7 years and I know hers by heart.
Days passed, but the thought of her never left my head like old times. Mind you, I am not a person who controls or pestering-type, but was madly, deeply in love with her.
Just like in the Twilight series, imprinting on someone is like making a mark on a person that binds both mind and soul of two persons for life where one becomes everything of the other.
I felt I had imprinted on her and my thoughts pacing inside my head about her well-being, her smile, her energy, the way she goes on about lifting the spirit of others with her excitement, such optimistic outlook, such genuine and innocent being. It does feel like describing a child but that is how much I cared for and mind you, she was courageous on top of all these.
I promised myself I shouldn’t be going back in my ex-girlfriend’s life after her marriage and now since her marriage was screwed up, after a month, I called her and talked casually. Here is one thing about women. You can never talk things casually to a woman you love without raising an alert of 0.01%.
She told me not to worry about her and that she was ok with her family to support and her job to keep her busy. Inside my head, I could see that face which had nothing but the deepest sorrows when she shared about her marriage life.
It is both fortune and pain that you can read the feelings and the emotions when people talk. Always the unsaid things have more meaning than the things that are said.
Exchanging texts like old times, we started to become close to each other again. The second chances are really rare and I was more lucky to come by one to make right for the first time.
Being in nearby cities, we met nearly once or twice a month, often me going to her place and come back. It had been 4.5 months since I made the first call. My birthday was coming around the weekend and she was busy that weekend so I shut myself up staying alone in my rented room as I stay away from my parents due to my work.
The night came. The clock ticked 12. She called me at 12.01 and wished me on my birthday and I slept by 2 after all the calls. I told my family and friends that I am out of town on a job so no one pokes their head around.
In the morning, I woke up next to her pretty face wearing a bathrobe inside my blanket even though I was dreaming. And to my disbelief, my ex-gf came near me throwing her hands around me whispering ‘Happy Birthday’ in my ears and to get up from the bed once my morning wood relaxed.
She stood up quickly and went to make some coffee. Heavens, I was shocked that she even noticed my hardness and most of all, talking about it casually. I freshened up and came out with the towel wrapped below. She gave me the coffee and gave me an action like removing my towel. Her games had leveled up, the second thing to notice.
While I was facing the wardrobe mirror drying my hair, she pinned me close to the mirror and found her bathrobe swinging on the sides to cover me and that was when I realized she was naked the whole time.
She placing one hand in front of my neck and pulling my head back, whispering in my ear, birthsuit ready for the birthday baby and started rubbing her boobs on my back circling, squeezing them both against my back and rolling from top to bottom.
The hot back rub gave off so much heat turning me on and the tent appeared above the towel.
Now my ex-girlfriend hugged me from behind leaving no gap and placing her hands in front over my chest and gliding up and down till the towel line maddening me with desire. And finally, she removed my towel and started hugging and rubbing entirely from behind.
Her one hand playing over my chest hair and my nipples and the other hands brushing from my thighs to my balls.
Her rubbing slowly and gradually left me more and more and I seized one pause to turn around and hug her completely rubbing my hardness over her pubic region, caressing her fair white back and rubbing and grabbing her round ass cheeks.
I held her head in a tight embrace leaning down to her ears, whispering that she was mine from the moment I welcomed her weepy face on the first day of our college; that I want to show her the love she deserves and all the pleasure her fairy white body can wield.
She came in close for a lip-lock like old times but this time, her mind, body, and soul were all in the smooching exploring ourselves while we both caress our hair behind our head drawing closer and closer till our mouth started paining.
I then turned her over and pinned her to the wardrobe mirror on the surface level from behind as she twitched feeling the mirror-coldness arching her head. I spread her legs evenly on each side making a way for my dick and I leaned on to kiss and prod her ear lobes squeezing from her thighs below while I rub my dick under her ass.
Of all the things she could do, she moaned my name out every time I sucked her earlobes making me even more horny. Just imagine that feeling, when your love moans on pleasure just your name over and over again.
Disclaimer: This story is not against gay or any other kind of sexuality, it is just about a woman who was cheated on false pretenses and unable to lead her life inside the marriage.
Come catch up about what happened next in the second part.
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