I fucked my ex while my boyfriend was sleeping

I moved in with my boyfriend three months ago. Everything was going fine, but he has a shitty job that leaves him dead every night. He falls asleep like a rock the second he hits the bed. And I’m left wanting, with my cunt burning, staring at the ceiling.

Last week was worse. I started remembering my ex, Martín. That son of a bitch had a cock… uff, huge, and slightly bent to the left. When he fucked me, he always hit that perfect spot, the one that makes you see stars. And there I was, next to my snoring boyfriend, imagining it.

It was like 2 in the morning. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed my phone and messaged him: “Awake?”

He replied instantly. “For you always, whore. What do you want?”

“I need you to come fuck me. My boyfriend’s asleep.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Yeah. You coming or not?”

“Send me the address.”

I sent it. While I waited, I took off my panties and stayed in just a t-shirt. I touched myself a little, thinking about his bent cock, about how he was going to fill me up. I was soaking wet.

He arrived in 20 minutes. I opened the door silently and saw him standing there, eyes gleaming in the dark. He didn’t say anything. He grabbed my neck and shoved his tongue in my mouth. He tasted like cigarettes and beer, disgusting, but it turned me on even more.

We moved to the living room. The only sound was the TV from the bedroom, my boyfriend leaves it on. Martín lifted my shirt and grabbed my tits, squeezing them hard.

“Same tits as always,” he whispered. “I missed them.”

I unzipped his pants and pulled it out. There it was. That crooked cock, huge, with a purple head. I put it in my mouth and sucked it like I was starving for years. I felt it get harder, pushing down my throat.

He lifted me up, pressed me against the wall, and raised one of my legs. He shoved it in like that, standing up, no warning. One single thrust, dry, that left me breathless. I bit my arm to keep from screaming.

“Quiet, you don’t want him to wake up, right?” he said, laughing softly while he fucked me.

Every thrust pinned me against the wall. I felt it bending inside me, hitting every spot. I held onto his neck and bit his shoulder.

He moved me to the couch. He put me on all fours, my face against the backrest. He looked at my ass, slapped it hard, the sound like a gunshot in the silence. “I’ve missed fucking you, whore.”

And he shoved it in again. This time harder, faster. The couch creaked, the springs squeaked. I clenched my teeth, but moans escaped anyway.

“Remember how you liked it like this?” he whispered in my ear.

“Yeah, yeah, harder,” I begged quietly.

At one point, my boyfriend moved in bed. The sheets rustled. We both froze, stiff, not breathing. A few eternal seconds passed. Then the snoring started again.

Martín laughed in my ear. “What a cuckold,” he said, and started fucking me even harder.

I don’t know how long we went. He put me on my back, lifted my legs onto his shoulders. He stared at me while he fucked me, watching that bent cock slide in and out. I touched my clit, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m going to cum,” I said.

“Wait,” he said. “Cum with me.”

He kept going, faster, deeper. Until I felt myself explode. I came with a long moan, muffled against his neck, trembling everywhere. And he came right after, I felt him get harder and then hot shots inside me, filling me up.

We stayed there, panting, sweaty, stuck together. Then he pulled away, zipped up his pants. He gave me a quick kiss on the mouth.

“Whenever you want, whore,” he said, and left the way he came.

I stayed on the couch, legs open, feeling his cum drip down my thigh. My boyfriend kept snoring. I went to bed, laid down next to him, and fell asleep smiling.

The next morning I woke up with wet panties, all sticky. And he asked me if I slept well.

I said yes. That I dreamed of nice things.