Age Gap

My difficulties all centre around her, my ex. Should I tell you about her? Give a story as an example, you say? Ok, yes, I can do that.

She would get bored very easily. Bored with sex. I could give her a dozen orgasms with a simple missionary position fuck. She’d scream out over and over. Then I’d turn her around and fuck her doggy, which would get her even wilder. At this point it was quite possible to get banging on walls or doors; she was so loud.

Her normal response would be to shout “Fuck off, I’m getting fucked. Fuck me harder!” And I would. I would fuck her all night until I was drained and sore and needing to sleep. We were both young; I was more athletic than her, but somehow she always seemed to have more sexual energy. She had more sexual energy than anyone I’ve known, before or since.

So yes, I could fuck her senseless until the early hours only to find I would be resting my head on her large, firm tits with sexting conversation going on above my head. And she’d tell me all about it.

“An American guy thinks I’ve got the best lips for blowjobs he’s ever seen. Should I send him one of me sucking a cock?”

It was a rhetorical question. My girlfriend didn’t think that was cheating, sending guys pics of herself for them to wank over. Naked pictures, pictures of her sucking on cocks. And I don’t always mean my cock, although she’d send them too.

“He wants to see me live on cam now. Is that ok? I won’t keep you awake, will I? Only he says it’s the only way he can cum, and I really want to make him cum. He sounds like such a nice guy. He’s had such a stressful day at work, and his wife’s being a bitch, and his parents won’t get off his back, and his kids are constantly making the house a living hell, so he’s locked himself away in his study for a few hours and just needs a bit of loving. It’s ok if I love him a bit, isn’t it Jason?”

I’m Jason. I stopped saying no to her months ago. If I was to do that, she would rage at me and leave me, and send me pictures of her out with a ‘nicer guy’ that would soon end up with video of them fucking. And before the night had ended, she would be back in my bed, and I’d be licking her cunt clean (sometimes her ass) of whatever the date had unloaded in there.

Why? Because seeing pictures of her happy with another man always turned me on.

Why? I don’t know.

I think the pain of jealousy was it, or maybe that I always just wanted to make her happy. And as she had just left me very unhappy, this guy was making her happy. Then later he was making her happy by getting her off with his mouth or fingers or ‘lovely big juicy dick’. Or she was simply happy because he found her so deliciously sexy that he had to take video of her sucking him off for all his friends to see. Sometimes she would ask them to add me to that WhatsApp group, and I would be in a group that objectified her beyond belief.

Did that turn me on?

I’m afraid it did. To my deep and endless embarrassment, hearing and seeing all the things they posted about her turned me on terribly. How could I have loved my girlfriend if I got off to seeing them calling her all those dehumanising names? Seeing all the things they wanted to do to her? All the gifs that showed what they wanted to do to her? Really? I mean some of it was flattering but most of it was scary, and yet there I would be getting all this pinging in and stroking my cock and hoping that at some point she would let me pay for an Uber from wherever she was to bring her back to my little flat so I could taste her, taste him, clean her with my mouth.

Sometimes I would follow these groups all the way to the point where they would come round to this mystery man’s house so they could all watch him fuck her, so they could all fuck her… and often they knew I would be following every message. Cuckolded bastard. I was barely into my 20s.

Oh, I could go on, there’s so much to go on about, but I want to tell you one story. At least to start. Maybe I’ll relate more sometime, if I feel brave enough. I was told this was the best way to get over the trauma of it all, but actually, as I tell you and I feel my cock harden with some of the memories, when I skip back to messages or videos to remind me, I am not sure I need to get over it, not in some psychological way. But I know I’ve been ruined for other women. No other girlfriend will ever match up. Looks or behaviour.

She was very sexy. She had a slim waist that honestly you could see your cock go into, at the right angle; if I was hard enough, her stomach would bulge with my cock, just a little. A big cock would be even better to watch. And from her ass hole, well that worked so much better. Her body was crazy. Made for porn. And her face was beautiful, and her breasts were big and still holding upright. Not fake but not sagging yet. Somehow she kept them up there with her special chest exercises and loved to give a tit wank. I could do that to her for hours, and sometimes, when she was in a good mood, she would let me.

She would let me do it anywhere as well. In the car she’d suddenly drop her seat back and hold them out to me. “Come on, paint my face then we can go for a walk.” A cum walk. Then in a park or woods we would be hand in hand with my cum dripping off her face. No one ever commented or appeared to notice, but it was obvious enough to me.

She refused to get it cleaned up, and once (ok more than once, it became a thing for her) she would bend down to say hello to a labrador or some such largeish dog and let it lick her face. My god, she was weird! I’m saying no more about that except that I was relieved that she no longer had my cum everywhere on her.

This is still not getting me to the story. We were in our last year at uni together, just back from the summer break. We both did biology with a heavy leaning on sea-based bio. Our uni was by the sea, but we still had to go to other places, field trips.

Our last one was the big one, to America, Florida, the Everglades and the coast. I had read all the prep notes and done a lot of other info too. Did you know it’s the only place in the world that has alligators and crocodiles in the same place? One is just north enough, the other just south enough. And there’s a beach on the West side where you can find shark teeth all the time. I had also read a couple of Carl Hiaasen novels just to get me into the culture there. Man, I hoped it wasn’t going to be like that! Mad as fuck those Floridians! But still exciting.

What had she done? Well, she always passed well enough, so maybe she worked a little, but mostly she just seemed to have a lot more followers on her Insta from Florida and would show me the big cocks that wanted to push up inside her from there. “Look at the body on him, you’ve got to let me fuck him, haven’t you?”

None of this is the story!

We are staying in a huge hotel. Me, her, and the dozen other students and a couple of staff taking up a little corner of the rooms. Much of the rest of the hotel seemed filled with a 50thbirthday celebration. I could feel her mouth watering at the prospect when she kissed me hard on the grand staircase heading down into the foyer, so big you could get lost in it.

“They’ve invited us to the party. Well, when I say us, I mean me, but I’d want you to come anyway. I’m going to go up and get ready, and then we can go down. I bumped into the birthday boy; he was so sweet. I had to give him a big old snog. He didn’t know what a snog was; can you believe that! Americans don’t use that word. I don’t know what they do say, but I showed him what it was. I think he hoped it was another word for blow job. Dirty old man!”

She took ages getting ready, but I loved to watch the endless layers of make-up and the deciding on what clothes. Would it be her Japanese schoolgirl look? Or would it be her 90s indie kid look? Maybe heavy Goth with purple lipstick that looked so damned good sweeping up and down your cock? Or would, as always seemed inevitable, it be a long dress that made her curves look cartoon-like sexy. With a plunging neckline that would make everyone talk to her breasts in conversations. She was short too, so the angle was perfect for perving on. If she hadn’t been my girlfriend, I would have been super grateful for the outfit. I loved looking at slutty looking women, but I had just seen her naked; I didn’t need that pleasure.

“Oh babes, what do you think?”

“Hot!”

“Yeah? I bet you’d like to cum on dress right now. Here, have the end and wank into it.”

“What?”

“I’m serious!” and so she came up to where I sat on the end of the bed, took my cock out, half hard as it so often was around her, got it fully hard with her little hand and then wrapped the end of her sexy long silky red dress in it around it and jerked my dick until I was pumping on to the inside. The pressure and the feel of her dress, coupled with knowing she would be wearing that all night, gave me an awesome orgasm, and I knew I’d cummed a lot.

She squeezed hard on it, giving me body-jangling aftershocks, and then wiped the end of my dick using a clean part of the outside of her dress and then got up and looked at herself in the mirror.

“Perfect! The last thing I needed. Now I smell like a whore too.” She sprayed anyway, and I couldn’t have told you if she smelt of my cum or not. But sometimes she really did, on heavier nights of fucking. I could see the wet patch by her high-heeled shoes, but I was guessing that would go soon enough and no one would notice anything but her pretty face and that bust sent down from heaven.

So, to cut a long story short, to get to the point of my story, my first session with you, I suppose I should tell you about the smoking break we had and her chat with one of the men there. Yes, ok, I’ll get to that now.

“Would you like to have sex with her?” I said to the man who was smoking with us underneath a palm tree that was so high it could have gone on forever from where we leaned against it.

“I’m sorry, was I staring, sorry. It’s just…”

“No, don’t worry, I’m not having a go. She wants to, she said so.”

And she had, she had whispered in my ear. “Please, ask him for me.” She was a slut and could hint hard so guys would ask her, but she could never ask herself. I had to do that.

The man was middle-aged; most of the guests were, although there was a contingent of younger family members, but most seemed to be from golf clubs, car sales workplaces, churches, or some such American type thing that the birthday boy was part of. Probably. Basically, all thirty years older than us.

This guy was scrawny, with a moustache that dated back to the last time moustaches were trendy in the 80s and must have been somewhat older than fifty. But when you’re in your twenties, everyone just looks old. Good looking? Not really, but funny and charming, and flattering, with a slightly sad air to him. All the things that appealed to her, got her wet and made her in great need of a fucking.

“I don’t know, there’s my wife, I don’t even know your names. Aren’t you her boyfriend?”

“She’s Jodie. I’m her boyfriend, but don’t let that put you off, and if she knows you’re cheating on your wife of however many years, that will turn her on so much.”

He looked stunned, excited and scared. All in one.

“Have a feel of her tits if you like.”

And he….

What? Time’s up? End of first session? Ok, I’ll come back next week and tell you all about it…