Heidi, Corrupted (An Ex-Wife Sharing Romance) Page 8

  Knowing what she'd done with her mouth, I felt certain I shouldn't be kissing her — and yet that feeling of wrongness only made me want her more. As her kiss became more passionate, I matched her passion — sucking on her lips, delving my tongue inside her mouth, pulling her body to mine.

  She moaned as she felt my hardness against her.

  I broke apart, a little breathless, concerned that we might be getting away from our purpose. Much as I wanted her physically, I wasn't there just to sleep with her. I didn't want to coach her on dating merely to slip back in place as her long-term boyfriend. It seemed like a waste.

  "It was like that?" I asked her.

  She nodded. "He wasn't as good as you, but... yes, it was like that," she said, smiling up at me. "Then he was touching me, just like when we were dancing..."

  She took hold of my hands in hers, and drew them up to her breasts, urging me to touch her there. I did, feeling her small mounds, the lace of her bra apparent through her thin dress, her stiff nipples pressing through both layers.

  She kissed me again, and I didn't stop her. I wanted to know how it had been for her, I wanted her to show me. She moaned quietly as I grazed her stiff nipples through her clothes with the tips of my fingers and my nails. Creative license, you might say.

  After a while — and it was a while: I felt certain she was dragging this out, taking much more time with me than she had during her feverish pursuit of Nathan — she guided my hands to her behind, and I allowed her to lead me, to squeeze the pleasing roundness of her buttocks, and pull her body to mine, pressing her against my hardness.

  More kissing, her breathing becoming deep, and eventually her hands were on mine again, reaching behind her back to move them down, and then up again underneath her dress.

  It took me a moment or two enjoying the warm softness of her bare behind to realize she had lost her panties.

  "What happened... to your underwear?" I asked her.

  She shrugged, "He put them in his pocket."

  "And took them?"

  "As far as I know."

  She took hold of one of my hands, and brought it up the inside her thighs, up under her dress. To feel the soft hair between her legs, the heat of her sex, the wetness of her lips.

  "He touched you like this?" I asked her, slipping a finger inside her.

  She nodded.

  She was very wet. I stirred my finger inside her, feeling the oily slippery slickness, and in the close confines of that small kitchen, I could smell the spicy musk of her arousal.

  Heidi moaned as I slid my whole finger into her tight pussy, and pulled me back into a deep kiss. I held her around the waist with my other arm, and felt a subtle trembling as I touched her.

  It was a thrill to touch her there — even more so than when we'd been together, because now I had the impression she ought to be off limits. She was my ex. She was dating other people now, we weren't getting back together. It turned me on all the more, because I shouldn't have been touching her.

  Heidi finally broke off, needing air, and said, "The guy before Nathan... back in the club..."

  "You don't need to worry about him," I said.

  "He was touching me like this... and then he found some other girl..."

  "Some guys are just like that. Don't worry about it."

  "But... d'you think he would have preferred... you know..."

  She was tiptoeing around the subject of her pubic hair, and though it didn't bother me now — and wouldn't ever have bothered me, I believe, had she kept it a little more under control — I suddenly thought about how it might be to have her change her style down there for the benefit of guys she might want to date.

  It seemed hot to me to get her to make that kind of change in order to attract other guys.

  "Maybe," I said. "Look, maybe next time we can try something, right?"

  She smiled, nodded. "Next time."

  She liked that idea, of 'next time'.

  "So what happened next?" I asked her.

  "We went into my room," she said.

  "Show me."

  Again she took my hand and led me, this time through to her room. Though her flatmates were gone for the night, she made sure to close her bedroom door to seal us inside. Then she turned, and looked at me uncertainly.

  "How do you want me to..." she said.

  "Show me how it was with him," I said. "Show me what happened."

  I could see her thinking it over for a moment, asking herself silently whether I really meant for her to go down on me as she had Nathan. Worried that if she did the obvious, I might laugh at her because I'd meant all along for her to demonstrate on a hairbrush or a bottle or some other device.

  But she knew I wasn't the type to laugh at her.

  Then she stepped up to me, tilted her head up to me to reach for a soft kiss — sweet, warm, tender but brief — before she sank to her knees in front of me, her hands fixing on my fly button, tugging it open before she dragged down my pants and underwear, allowing my hard cock to spring up before her.

  She seemed a touch taken aback at how hard I was, but then took hold of my shaft in one hand, guided my tip to her lips, then enveloped me in the heat of her mouth.

  For a moment, I could look down on her and enjoy the sight of my obscene phallus protruding from her face, while looking down on her beautiful form in that dress, and to know that this had been how it was with that other guy, with my Heidi, thrilled me immensely.

  Then came her teeth.

  It was her style to sink straight onto my shaft, and squeeze as much of it into her mouth as was physically possible without making her sick. It was too sudden, too forceful, and the way she did it brought her teeth into contact with my sensitive flesh. The meat grinder. I could take it for a little while — and while we'd been lovers, I'd taken it a few times so as not to hurt her feelings, before subtly encouraging her to move on to other things.

  I'd been wrong not to stop her and say something about it. Now, though, I put my hands carefully on her head and urged her back from me.

  "Wait, wait, wait," I said.

  She looked up at me, confused. "You don't like it?"

  "Be careful of your teeth," I said. "It hurts."

  She leaned in again, and took me inside her mouth. This time it felt better, but she was finding it difficult to keep her teeth away from me.

  I pulled her back again.

  "It's... too big..." she complained, breathless.

  I nodded, and stroked her cheek with my fingers. "Was he too big? Nathan?"

  She paused a moment, then nodded. "I hurt him?"

  "Maybe. Probably why he went soft, right?"

  It seemed to make sense to her. She was almost relieved to know why it had happened. "When we were together..." she said, "you never said anything."

  "I didn't want to hurt your feelings," I said, smiling, and now stroked the head of my cock lazily over her soft cheek. It seemed lewd, wrong — and yet I liked how powerful it made me feel, how it made me feel I possessed her, like I was marking her as my territory even though I was coaching her on how to seduce other guys.

  She smiled up at me, apparently liking it, too. "You should have said," she insisted.

  "I know that now."

  Her hands moved up to my shaft, but for now she only took hold of it, and brought her nose down to gently touch it, before inhaling a deep chestful of air, drawing in the scent of a man, I guess. She closed her eyes and her body gave a slight shiver.

  When she opened her eyes again, she said, "Tell me what to do. Tell me how to do it."

  I sat on the edge of the bed, parted my legs. "Get comfortable," I flicked my eyes to indicate that she should kneel. She did as I directed her, sinking to her knees, looking up at me with gratitude and devotion, the model pupil.

  "Just take things slowly," I said. "Very slowly. You remember how I said you should kiss a guy?"

  She nodded, her hands now sweeping up my thighs.

  "So then... don't go straight into
top gear, right? You need to build up to that."

  She took hold of my cock, looking at it as though she'd never really seen one properly before.

  "Look at it," I encouraged her, "touch it, explore it... kiss it lightly, if you like..."

  She closed the fingers of one hand around my shaft, but this time she wasn't squeezing it. She examined my cock — fascinated, now that I was giving her the time, now that there was no rush, no desperate need to keep a guy interested in her. She peered at it, stroked it very softly with the tips of her fingers, held it in her palms to gauge its shape, its size, its weight.

  She traced the tip of one thumb around its bulbous head, trying to hide her surprise at the drop of clear pre-come that seeped out, before gently touching it, spreading it around my tip.

  She looked up at me, and ducked down to kiss my tip, softly, then swirl her tongue around it, tasting my small measure of wetness.

  She gave me a naughty smile, loving this opportunity to simply become a little more familiar with my anatomy. Then she took the whole tip of my cock inside her mouth, just leaving it there for a moment or two, feeling it between her cheeks, against her tongue.

  She sucked, but gently, and she didn't try to force more of it into her mouth.

  I moaned. "That's it... not too much..."

  She withdrew it from her mouth, but then slipped her lips over it again, taking it back in. Again and again she took it into her mouth, then withdrew. Blowjob-writ-small. After a short while, she removed it completely from her mouth, then gave me a long leisurely lick from the base of my shaft to the tip of my cock — her face poised in a broad smile as she did so.

  She was enjoying this, enjoying having a hard cock in her hands and being allowed to play with it.

  "That's it," I said, moaning again. "Mix it up... that's nice..."

  Now she interspersed her little trick with my tip with her long, sensual licks around and along my length, only as she progressed, she brought her hands more into play, to touch me and stroke me.

  "Build it up a little..." I said, feeling so strange to be coaching her, even though what she was doing felt divine.

  Her fingers tightened around my shaft, and this time as she took my tip into her mouth, she sank a little deeper onto it, accepting an additional inch or so inside her hot, wet mouth.

  "You don't... have to take... too much in at once," I said, my breathing deepening. "Not if it gets uncomfortable."

  I wasn't going to attempt to teach her how to open her throat for me, to take me to the root. I've seen it a couple times in pornography. I don't know if it feels good — but it looks terrible. Deeply unsexy. I had no idea how to show her, I had no desire to show her.

  I said, "You can use your hands... to help if you can't... get much more inside..."

  But she was doing it already, getting the hang of it. If she didn't force too much inside her mouth, she no longer had the problem of her teeth digging into me.

  As she periodically pulled away, to lick me rather than take me inside her mouth, she saw how she could use her mouth to stroke my shaft from the side, rubbing her lips up and down my length.

  She still felt able to pull away completely and just tend to me with her hands, gazing intently at my stiff cock to indulge in the sight of the thing, in her own hands, so upright and throbbing from her touch — she was all smiles, so plainly delighted, occasionally flicking her dark hair back over her shoulder, and the fact that she was obviously so elated added fuel to my fire.

  She took her time and tried things; using both hands on me, taking my balls into her mouth, stroking my glistening tip around her mouth and over her velvety cheeks.

  I showed her how it might be for me to place my hands on her head, to guide her rhythm, to take some control, and, ultimately, to fuck her face. She seemed to like it. She seemed to like everything.

  It was the longest blowjob in history, or at least so it seemed to me. Neither of us were feeling pressure to move on to the next thing — I was only, in my mind, showing her how to go down on a guy; I wasn't even sure if it was right to take things to the next step. She was diligently learning how to pleasure a man with her mouth and her hands, keen to simply increase her flying time with me, take advantage of the chance to just play with my cock.

  She had definitely improved, and she was, in my humble opinion, becoming quite sensational. I had to hold myself back, urge her to go easy for a little while, here and there.

  Then, at last, there was no way I was going to hold back.

  "I'm going to come..." I warned her.

  She pulled back, and her hands on my shaft slowed to a gentle stroke. "What should I... what's the best..."

  "It's your choice," I said, trying to force myself to take deep breaths, slow the inevitable climax. "Feel comfortable swallowing? Guys like that."

  "Okay..."

  "Or you could let him... finish on your body."

  "I could do that."

  "Perhaps if you didn't have your dress on."

  She grinned, and now slipped off the straps of her dress, standing up to allow it to slink down her body to the floor. She remained on her feet briefly, to remove her bra, and there was her pussy right in front of me. She was so wet, her juices had trickled a little way down one thigh.

  It was so tempting. I could smell the alluring spice of her arousal, and it made me quiver with desire. But now didn't seem like the time to go there. Heidi was going to make me come with her mouth, and she seemed resolute to do so.

  "You could just use a tissue," I said as she knelt down again, took me back in her hands, offering me her sweet smiles between kisses on the tip of my cock.

  "A tissue?" She wrinkled her nose. "Like, spit it out?"

  "If you want to."

  It surprised me she'd never come to this particular choice. But my guess was that if I'd always been keen to encourage her to move on from oral sex, the two other guys she'd been with had probably done similar — to avoid the pain.

  I felt pleased, though, that she was against the idea of spitting. I wouldn't have minded, but thinking about my growing kink of knowing Heidi would sleep with another guy, it seemed hotter to me imagining her taking his come in her mouth, or all over her soft skin.

  Now, though, she licked the length of my hardness, then bobbed down on my shaft, her fingers squeezing and pumping my cock, a dark intent in her eyes as she gazed directly into mine. Her nipples were hard, the air was thick with the scent of her pussy — it seemed as though she was almost as turned on by this as I was.

  She brushed stray strands of her dark hair back behind her ear and took as much of my length into her mouth as she could, without risking it descending into her old agonizing style.

  "How will I... know... when you're... going to come?" she said, pulling off me to gasp for breath.

  "I might tell you..." I groaned, "Or you might be able to tell... from how I'm... responding to you..."

  She had to know I was close. The way I was moaning, the way I sat on the edge of that bed, my body gripped by the tension of my oncoming orgasm.

  "But it could come any time, right?" she smiled, and rubbed the tip of my cock over her cheeks again, reveling in the depravity.

  "Any time..." I groaned.

  She continued to pump my shaft and direct my cock towards her, and I couldn't tell if she wanted it in her mouth or not.

  Then I grunted as I felt the twinge down below, the trigger firing, and that was all the warning she got. I shot a stream all over her face, another on her mouth and chin, another on her chest and her neck. There was something degrading about it, which meant I'd never have been able to do such a thing while I'd actually been dating Heidi. Yet now she was my ex, and I wasn't intent on persuading her to date me, I felt more liberated to behave in such a way.

  She did seem to like it, though. Heidi broke out into a bright smile, her face and upper chest sticky with my cream, and now slipped the tip of my cock back inside her mouth even as I continued to fire off streams of co
me.

  "There it is," she was laughing as my shooting party subsided.

  "Uh-huh," I said, out of breath, mildly surprised that Heidi continued to hold my cock in her hands, and now ducked down to lash her tongue around my tip, cleaning me. "I tried to warn you."

  "Oh, I like it," she said, wiping some of it off her cheeks, slipping her finger in her mouth. "Makes me feel like such a bad girl..."

  She giggled and it was such a wonderful sound coming from Heidi after all those months being so downbeat.

  "Maybe I should just swallow in future. Seems like it would be a little less... messy..." she said with a wicked glint in her eye. "Although... I kinda like having your hot come all over my face... my breasts... my hair..."

  I just groaned, coming down from my high. Heidi rose to her feet and turned to find the towel hanging on the hook on the back of her door, and wipe her face. I shuffled forward on the edge of the bed and grabbed my pants, pulling them back up as I stood, before fastening my fly.

  "So that was better, right?" she asked me.

  "Fantastic. But you'll have to keep working at it."

  "I like the thought of that. Practice makes perfect, huh?"

  "You know about that better than most," I said. Well, she was a musician. "You might have to use a bottle...or perhaps we should get you a toy to use."

  Heidi's eyes flashed at the very idea. Sex toys — definitely not something for the old Heidi. I'd order her something online. It was so easy these days, perfectly confidential.

  But for now, I was spent. I could probably have stayed. I probably could have waited until I was ready to go again and then slept with Heidi properly. But that didn't feel right. I had my strange little fantasy and it involved keeping her as my ex. The way Heidi looked at me, I suspected she had some kind of fantasy, too, which currently appeared to involve playing along with whatever I was doing.

  She didn't seem at all put out as I straightened my clothes, and made it clear I was preparing to leave. She put on a bathrobe, opened her bedroom door.

  Said, "Do you want a drink or anything?"

  I shook my head. "I should probably get going," I said. "If you're... okay now?"